Flickr Friday: Chicago Airport

Chicago AirportWow, what a boring title. A lot of my older photos will have boring titles because I simply didn’t care – and I’ve been too lazy to change them. So you’re stuck with this one. This photo was taken when I had a 6+ hour layover in Chicago Airport on one of my many trips to Dublin, Ireland. I chose it for today’s Flickr Friday in celebration of the fact that I will be booking my trip to Dublin for New Year’s!

It’s not a long standing tradition, but it’s been a tradition since I met him in 2004 that our group of friends celebrates New Year’s by driving to another part of Ireland, rentind holiday homes and partying for 3-4 days. Since I had already gone over for a holiday in May, I didn’t think I was going to be going this New Year’s but his recent visit over made me realise that it was insane of me not to do so. We1 don’t have many more years before doing this sort of thing is out of the question. Once marriage and families come into the picture it’s harder to gather a group of our size and go away and party for 3 days straight.

Already this year, one couple from the group will not be able to make it since they’ll be in the U.S., and they’ll be sorely missed – but the show must go on. I only hope its worth it; I was originally planning on only going for 7 days but as it turns out the flights are cheaper if I stay for 10 days. Of course that means I’ll end up spending more money because I’ll be there longer – but hopefully it won’t be too bad.

Oops, I guess I should talk about the photo a little bit: I felt quite lucky getting this photo, and if you read the comment that afewscoops left on the photo page you’ll know why. It was taken in 2005 so security should have been strict, but I was still able to snap this beauty. Its not as clear as I would like it but I still like it. I hope you do too!

  1. the group []

Manic Wednesday?

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At least that’s what yesterday felt like. It was a long weekend for many in North America. Extra long for me as I took Tuesday off after the holiday Monday. I’m suffering from heavy eyes, a sore neck and sore knees. That’ll teach me to party like I’m still 19. But what fun! I’ve missed having him around and I didn’t even realise just how much I’ve missed him. I mean I knew I missed him but until we got to hang out again… I remembered just how much fun we have together.

We started off the weekend apart; he went to meet with his soccer boys on Friday night and I went out on a night on the town with a girlfriend. Cathy1 and I had a great time and it made me wish we had done it more often this summer. But I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that.

Saturday started off a pretty late surprise2 breakfast but we made it down to Niagara Falls in time for a moist walk around and a decent lunch. On the way back from Niagara we stopped off in Hamilton to meet up with Matt3 and hang out with some of his friends. We were meant to go out in Hess4 but I was too tired and wanted to go home – I’m not normally selfish but since I was driving us back, I was entitled to be a bit selfish.

We had planned to go watch the Yankees v the Blue Jays on Sunday, but as it turns out he read the schedule incorrectly. They were playing at Yankee stadium and not The Skydome5 so we just headed on down to the harbourfront to redeem our free harbour tour as offered by an old co-worker of ours. After our wonderful catch-up session on Lake Ontario, we headed on down to Harbour Sports Grille6 for a nostalgic lunch. We headed home to have a nap and some ‘pre-drinks’ before the big party at the Guvernment7. The party was amazing, but I can’t do that as often as I used to.

Monday was a bit of a write-off, I did some housekeeping while he lazed around the house. We slept intermittently. I went to my parents house to drop off some laundry and other things I knew I wouldn’t need for the rest of our stay here. We knew we wanted to reserve our energy for Tuesday.

We woke up early8 and headed down to the Outlet mall in Niagara. Luckily, they didn’t have that much great stuff so we didn’t end up spending a lot of money, but got enough that we didn’t feel like the trip was a waste. We then went off to visit sone wineries9. We got three wineries in, mostly because we didn’t get to do tours at each of them and then we headed off to meet my parents for dinner at our favourite Chinese restaurant in Toronto.

  1. name has been changed to protect the innocent []
  2. that he made for me []
  3. name has been changed to protect the innocent []
  4. the ‘party’ town in Hamilton []
  5. it’s now called The Rogers Centre, but let’s face it: it’ll always be The Skydome []
  6. aka Sol’s []
  7. I didn’t mis-spell, they did []
  8. earlier than he wanted to but I knew we’d take ages to actually get out of the house []
  9. which I hope to write a whole other post on []

Choices

What is life without choice? It’d be a pretty dull existence if we weren’t able to chose how to live our lives.

I learnt not too long ago that you chose what type of live you life. Whether you’re happy or sad, fortunate or unfortunate. After all, not getting everything on your wishlist doesn’t make you unfortunate as long as you don’t look at it that way. Besides, what is stuff anyway? It’s just stuff.

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My parents have been graciously looking after my kitty since I left home last year, and I hear she hasn’t been acting like the nicest kitty. She goes to the toilet almost anywhere she wants. She doesn’t urinate anywhere but her litter box anymore, but she does still drop in random places. The only way my Dad’s been able to prevent her from going most places is by leaving mothballs around.

But this Christmas, my Mum’s side of the family is having a reunion in the Philippines and my parents and brother will be away from the house for a little over 3 weeks. At first, my parent’s suggestion was to take her to the THS and I nearly cried right on the phone with my Dad. But I told them there was no way I was going to lost her.

Years ago, when we first moved to Canada we had a cat but we had to give her away to the THS because we were only renting the 1st floor of someone’s house and the lady in the house was deathly allergic to cats… so much so she started coughing up blood. We tried giving her to one of our friends while we looked for our own place to live but the Mum in that family discovered she was allergic to cats too. So we eventually had to give sweet, gentle Midnight away. And it was one of the saddest days of my life… she never brought her claws out, but she was digging into my jacket trying to hold on to me. I decided then, that I will never give a cat over to the THS ever again… I’d find her a home myself if I couldn’t take care of her anymore.

So I don’t know what to do now… I wish I could win some lottery. Then the $16 a day fee for the boarding kennels at the vet’s wouldn’t be a problem!