Apparently, I'm a dirty girl

It was another weekend of working on my house, mixed up with fun times.

First up: Thursday nights are for artsy-coolness, so after the tenant pub night at work, I met up with my cousin to check out our step-cousin's art store and a friend's art show opening.

Next: Fridays are for suckers. Leave work on time. Bike home. Take frozen dinner items out of freezer. Pick up car, loaded with boyfriend's bike. Pick up boyfriend. Drive to bike shop. Drive home. Make yummy new pasta dinner recipe (lemon pepper shrimp linguine). Have Sarah over for fun dinner. Drink lots of sweet wine.

Stained glass farm

Have you ever been to a stained glass farm? I have. Last weekend.

The Stonehouse of Campbellville. Totally the BEST place to go for stained glass in Ontario.

Yes, I know the photo here sucks, but bear with me.

We looked through racks and racks of refurbished or just reclaimed antique stained glass windows. I had a particular size in mind, for above my door. Because my house is so old, it just looks like it should have one. Many other houses in the area have them. Mine was boarded over. (Which is really just in line with many of the other EXCELLENT reno decisions made by previous owners).

Attack in TO

Well, it happens to everyone at some point, I suppose.

On the weekend, I guess I was involved in skirmish of sorts. It was midnight around Bathurst and Harbord. We were walking our friend home past a school yard and someone there made a lot of noise, so of course we looked. Some kid playing tough guy comes out and starts swearing and harassing us and acting like a charicature -- what you'd say if you were joking around pretending to be an asshole I'm-so-tough kid.

Clearly, there was something wrong with the kid as we were three old-ish people walking along with our bikes. We don't look like a bunch of trouble makers by any stretch. He was probably bored and had some unused hormones raging. He was calling us bitches and telling us to mind our own business and stop looking at him and blah blah blah.

wedding number two

It was the second wedding of wedding season. This time it was a friend from Gordon's lab, Julie.

And, damn, it was hot. But beautiful -- held at Ultra Supper Club's rooftop patio. And with amazing food (hello: medium rare perfect steak?! SWEET!)

Gordon had bought an outfit specifically for this wedding and abandoned it at the last minute due to ridiculous heat factors, settling on a white shirt and dress pants -- no tie or jacket.

Where have I been?

Yikes. How did this happen? How did three weeks go by without me posting my most life stories? (Beyond Facebook - so if you're not on Facebook or Twitter, you'd have no idea what was going on -- oh, the horrors!)

This is what happens when things get complicated. And busy. So where have I been?