I think every single TV show has featured an episode about online relationships gone terribly wrong but none with a happy ending. Yes, You’ve Got Mail has a happy ending but it’s a movie, not a TV show. I remember seeing the movie with a couple of friends from work. We had to sit on the front row because those were the only seats available. All of the other seats had been taken. While the storyline was not very realistic, the three of us enjoyed the movie. Can’t say that we found it very inspiring, but who would’ve thought that out of us three, two would actually find love on the Internet later on. True story! My friend married someone she met through ICQ and the last time I heard from her, she already had a baby. The other person is, of course, me. I travelled halfway around the world to meet Troy, one of the most frequent commenters on my blog, and an all-around good guy, and married him a year later.

Today is the 3rd anniversary of our first real-life meeting and the 2nd anniversary of our wedding. We’re still happily married and I still let Troy tell our story to anyone who cares enough to ask about how we met because my story would be too long-winded (since I wouldn’t be able too leave out all the gory details) and full of ‘Net lingo. My favourite response from people to whom we just told our story is “good to hear a happy story coming from people who met through the Internet.” I usually just smile in response but the little voice in my heart thanks Troy for not turning up to be one of those creepy guys you see on Dateline. :)

Happy anniversary to us!

I’ve been feeling depressed about this lately. See, all my life the only approvals I ever got came from my mum. Never from my dad. My dad always disapproved of everything I did because I did things my way, not the way the daughters of his friends would do, which was the only way to get his approval.

Lately I’ve been aching to hear someone from my side of the family to tell me that they’re happy to know that I’m happy and that they’re proud of everything I’ve achieved in my life but alas, no such luck. Only my mum would say that kind of thing and she’s dead. It kind of sucks.

Anyway, I just need to get that off my chest. Sorry for being depressing. Next entry will be happyish, I promise.

Did anyone watch the season finale of LOST on Wednesday? It’s two days later now and I still can’t get it out of my head. I keep thinking about it and keep coming up with all sorts of crazy theories about what could’ve happened and will happen. I know I should probably get a life but honestly, we actually have a full schedule all through the Spring and half of the Summer so I think I have a life. Sort of.

The season finale of Heroes, however, was quite disappointing. They could’ve done so much better. I’m really looking forward to the next season of LOST which won’t be airing until February next year (boohoo!) but I don’t think I could say the same about Heroes.

Now I’d just like to give an (dis)honourable mention to the Grey’s Anatomy spin-off show, Private Practice. I can’t be the only one who, judging from the sort-of pilot episode, found it incredibly lame and boring and thinks that it would probably only last one season at most. I kind of like Addison but Private Practice to Grey’s Anatomy is like CSI: Miami to the original CSI, and god knows I hate CSI: Miami with a vengeance.

You know I’m terminally bored when I’m posting an entry about TV shows.

You know you are bored when you’re all excited about the prospect of buying a bubble gun, but I’ve always wanted one and we’re going to Toys-R-Us tonight to get me one. Yay! I love bubbles just as much as I love balloons, though I’m not really a big fan of bubble bath.

Tomorrow we’re heading up north to the cottage for a long weekend with Troy’s parents. I foresee a lot of picture-taking and yard sale-ing. I’m going to stay away from the bushes for sure to avoid the bugs. Bug bites always give me big, itchy bumps on my skin that could take weeks to go away. I’m not sure if we’re going to take our annual poutine trip to Quebec this weekend. Probably not. The poutine wasn’t really all that great the last time.

Now I think I’m going to put together a mix CD to play in the car on our way up to the cottage and back because I don’t really feel like listening to the kind of music Troy has been playing in the car lately for hours (it’s DJ something or other mix type thing — ick!). Anyway, I hope the traffic won’t be too bad tomorrow. Mind you, long weekends always mean a lot of cottage-goers driving up north!

Guess who scored a 20 twice in a week in Wii Fitness? That’s me, baby! Oh yeah! Who’s your daddy! Not me for sure, but you know what I mean. For your information, 20 is the best score in Wii Fitness and I’m only posting this to make Troy feel even more bitter for not having scored a 20 yet even though he’s been doing his Wii Fitness more religiously than I have. Hehe. I know, I’m a jerk, but an adorable jerk nonetheless. ;)

On a totally unrelated note, after watching Heroes on Monday night, I decided that Troy’s super power would be recycling. He eats plastic and poops Tupperwares (actually, Troy came up with the Tupperware part himself so if Tupperware wants to send a cease-and-desist letter, please address it to him, thank you). But seriously, wouldn’t that be awesome? Just imagine, every time I need a plastic container, all I would have to do is have Troy eat a candy wrapper, and voila! A plastic container comes out of his bum! Sure beats going to a dollar store every time, not to mention it being environmentally friendly. Because God knows that what the world really needs right now is an environmentally friendly super hero.

The guy at the photolab is funny because he always recognises me every time I stop by to drop some rolls of film for developing and he has stopped asking for my last name to write on the receipt and just writes it, but he always spells it wrong and a different way every time (the latest one being Bak instead of Beka). I’ve got to the point of not caring about the spelling. He doesn’t need my name when I’m picking up the negatives anyway. He knows which rolls are mine. I assume he doesn’t have too many customers who shoot medium format film.

I guess I haven’t mentioned here that I got some of my pictures of the city of Cambridge, Ontario used in a guide published by the Cambridge Tourism Board called Discover Cambridge. I even got a credit in the acknowledgment section along with my photography website address and they printed 200,000 copies of the guide. Can you say instant fame? ;) Well, not really, but still it was kind of cool. They found the pictures by way of Flickr, in case you’re wondering.

Speaking of Flickr, our last stop in our Wellington County photo tour this past Saturday was the city of Guelph. I had been bugging Troy to buy me ice cream all day and we finally stopped to buy ice cream from this place in Guelph called the Boathouse. When we got there, I saw a girl who looked like one of my Flickr contacts, but I wasn’t too sure. Turned out it was really her because when we bumped into her as we were leaving, she asked if I was me and I asked if she was her and we were both right! She said I was one of her favourite photographers on Flickr, which made me feel kind of warm and fuzzy. :) She was the second person to recognise me in real life through Flickr.

As if that wasn’t enough of a coincidence, we had friends in Guelph inviting us over for dinner that night and as we were hanging around in the kitchen, I saw a newspaper published by the University of Guelph laying on the table and guess who I saw in the front page photo? It was the girl, the Flickr contact I had bumped into earlier! Life can be very interesting sometimes, don’t you think?