Yesterday I was off to Leslieville to have wine and exchange pressies with a gal pal. I was on the Queen St. E. tram, just making my way to the exit, when I saw a very familiar face from my past. Could it be Tom? I haven't seen him since I was 21. Nearly 9 years to the day since we last hung out. He had short dyed black hair then. Now he had long light brown locks and his eyes are still bright blue. He had the same hook nose, so I was pretty sure it was him.
We got off the tram and I asked 'Are you, Tom?'
He looked at me like I was nuts. I asked the question again and he said yes.
I introduced myself. Tom stopped, looked at me blankly for two beats and then his face lit up and he gave me a big warm hug.
Tom was my first...well, yeah. He was my first everything. So he has a special place in my heart. We didn't end on bad terms. He lived in Guelph and I lived in Mississauga. We just lost contact. If there was bad blood it certainly wasn't apparent yesterday.
He was on his way to Rock Oasis, which lead us on the topic of surfing. He is going to surf in Morocco in February! I told him about Costa Rica and DR. We chatted on the street corner for about 10 minutes in amazement at the weird little similarities of travel and future plans.
What I liked was that there was no 'let's hang out again' nonsense. It was nice to know that Tom grew up into an awesome dude. That loose end of wondering what happened to him and if all is 'ok' has been answered. And it made me so very happy. :)
Monday, December 17, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Feels a bit Famous (Kid)
Ok so ... this is weird.
I was at the gym after work. Some A-hole left 360lbs on the leg press - all in 45lb plates, so I was taking some off when a black dude in a wife beater rushed up behind me calling me 'home girl'. He asked if I needed a hand; if I understood how to use the leg press. I was a bit insulted, but then I realized this is a guy's way of picking up chicks - offering to help. I said no, but thank you for offering and he smiled big and left.
After leg press is squats then deadlifts (obviously, it was leg day!). As I was taking a quick rest between my deadlift set, he showed up again, but spooked me this time. He referred to me as 'home girl' again and asked if I was doing OK. I said yes and he went over to the bench press.
No idea who this guy is. But thought it was nice of him to check up on me, despite whatever motive he had. So when I was done my sets and finished stretching, I walked over, poked him on the shoulder and said thanks.
We introduced ourselves and he looked at me quizzically then asked if I went to school in Montreal.
Yes I did.
Did I go to 'insert name here' elementary school.
Yes I did.
Oh my God. Oh my GOD! And we both spit out each other's last names.
The last time I saw Ashton Bishop was when I was 9 years old. We used to play in the snow together. I had the hugest crush on him. And I found out he had the hugest crush on me too. Hilariously bizarre.
We went out for drinks later that night and had a hilarious time catching up. Apparently he is some big rapper now (@TheKidFamous on Twitter).
Here's one of his videos...
I was at the gym after work. Some A-hole left 360lbs on the leg press - all in 45lb plates, so I was taking some off when a black dude in a wife beater rushed up behind me calling me 'home girl'. He asked if I needed a hand; if I understood how to use the leg press. I was a bit insulted, but then I realized this is a guy's way of picking up chicks - offering to help. I said no, but thank you for offering and he smiled big and left.
After leg press is squats then deadlifts (obviously, it was leg day!). As I was taking a quick rest between my deadlift set, he showed up again, but spooked me this time. He referred to me as 'home girl' again and asked if I was doing OK. I said yes and he went over to the bench press.
No idea who this guy is. But thought it was nice of him to check up on me, despite whatever motive he had. So when I was done my sets and finished stretching, I walked over, poked him on the shoulder and said thanks.
We introduced ourselves and he looked at me quizzically then asked if I went to school in Montreal.
Yes I did.
Did I go to 'insert name here' elementary school.
Yes I did.
Oh my God. Oh my GOD! And we both spit out each other's last names.
The last time I saw Ashton Bishop was when I was 9 years old. We used to play in the snow together. I had the hugest crush on him. And I found out he had the hugest crush on me too. Hilariously bizarre.
We went out for drinks later that night and had a hilarious time catching up. Apparently he is some big rapper now (@TheKidFamous on Twitter).
Here's one of his videos...
...Is Officially a Girl.
Because I love this song and I can't explain why.
There is no reason. I just dig it. I first realized it when I was dancing in my undies while getting ready for work this morning. I stopped. Realized what I was doing. Then kept on dancing. Who cares? I love the tune. Even though I think Minaj is ridiculous, lol.
But this coming from a gal who is in love with Fleetwood Mac, Florence & The Machine, Arcade Fire, Joe Strummer, Rancid, VNV Nation and Swedish House Mafia ... and this song:
I make no sense and neither does my music. Guess that's why it works ;)
There is no reason. I just dig it. I first realized it when I was dancing in my undies while getting ready for work this morning. I stopped. Realized what I was doing. Then kept on dancing. Who cares? I love the tune. Even though I think Minaj is ridiculous, lol.
But this coming from a gal who is in love with Fleetwood Mac, Florence & The Machine, Arcade Fire, Joe Strummer, Rancid, VNV Nation and Swedish House Mafia ... and this song:
I make no sense and neither does my music. Guess that's why it works ;)
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Your Aw moment today :)
I literally 'Aw'd out loud when I saw this adorable picture!! BAMBI!!! HE'S REAL!!!!
And of course, I thought about my own little fuzzy, Cooper. Aw... :)
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Fabulous Kitty!
This meme made me laugh way too hard today.
It also reminded me of the time my local office mouse invaded my brand new package of TimTams I had sitting in my desk drawer...
Now I'm hungry!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
The age of weirdness
So there's a huge cafuffle about December 21, 2012. Depending on which source* you look up, a whole lot of something or a whole lot of nothing is going to happen.
Case work
1. Some believe in the literal - that an apocalypse will actually happen.
If an apocalypse were to actually happen, buying all the water and canned beans I can carry home in a shopping cart won't save me. To be honest, I would prefer immediate death over imminent death by radioactive waste. Plus, how many people can say they will die by the sun exploding? ...Oh... probably 6.7 billion. Ok, next case...
2. Some believe nothing will happen.
Need I remind you of the ever uneventful Y2K even 12 years ago? *Yawn*
This one, I vote for.
The alignment of the planets and the enhanced vibrational energies are obviously unseeable. Plus, the ending of one cyclical calendar and beginning of another leave a lot open for interpretation. Oftentimes, people rush to conclusions which stem out of fear. People plunge into the negative whenever an end is to be reached.
For instance, the Death card in the Rider-Waite deck is not literal in the meaning that death will come. It does, however enforce that there is a firm ending.
It is my personal belief that this date marks a new age of awareness to cycle in. This is a sentiment shared with many spiritual folks, some of who have already gathered themselves in Central America for the celebrations.
There are loads of pulp about the Three Days of Darkness (Dec 19-21). Another thing people are taking literally.
People, there was no warning when the Christmas Tsunami wiped out Indonesia in 2004 and another in Japan in March of 2011. But apparently Europe and the North America is special enough to get a warning via the definition of an apocalypse. So let's all go to Japan. They already had their nuclear mess. Or we can hit up Chernobyl. Apparently it's not as radioactive as it used to be and there are lots of empty spaces to hide, so we should be safe enough.
Three Days of Darkness refers to the literal dimming of a cycle and the initiation of another. There is actually going to be a solar eclipse. That is so cool!
So don't stop working out because you think the world is going to end. Think of it as a new start to being a better You. :)
* = this and this and of course, this one.
Case work
1. Some believe in the literal - that an apocalypse will actually happen.
If an apocalypse were to actually happen, buying all the water and canned beans I can carry home in a shopping cart won't save me. To be honest, I would prefer immediate death over imminent death by radioactive waste. Plus, how many people can say they will die by the sun exploding? ...Oh... probably 6.7 billion. Ok, next case...
2. Some believe nothing will happen.
Need I remind you of the ever uneventful Y2K even 12 years ago? *Yawn*
3. Something will happen, but only those who are aware of it will see the difference
This one, I vote for.
The alignment of the planets and the enhanced vibrational energies are obviously unseeable. Plus, the ending of one cyclical calendar and beginning of another leave a lot open for interpretation. Oftentimes, people rush to conclusions which stem out of fear. People plunge into the negative whenever an end is to be reached.
For instance, the Death card in the Rider-Waite deck is not literal in the meaning that death will come. It does, however enforce that there is a firm ending.
It is my personal belief that this date marks a new age of awareness to cycle in. This is a sentiment shared with many spiritual folks, some of who have already gathered themselves in Central America for the celebrations.
There are loads of pulp about the Three Days of Darkness (Dec 19-21). Another thing people are taking literally.
People, there was no warning when the Christmas Tsunami wiped out Indonesia in 2004 and another in Japan in March of 2011. But apparently Europe and the North America is special enough to get a warning via the definition of an apocalypse. So let's all go to Japan. They already had their nuclear mess. Or we can hit up Chernobyl. Apparently it's not as radioactive as it used to be and there are lots of empty spaces to hide, so we should be safe enough.
Three Days of Darkness refers to the literal dimming of a cycle and the initiation of another. There is actually going to be a solar eclipse. That is so cool!
So don't stop working out because you think the world is going to end. Think of it as a new start to being a better You. :)
* = this and this and of course, this one.
Monday, December 3, 2012
The dog ate my shoes
I was carting about 30lbs of toiletries to a charity office for donation, when I happened upon two older gents hovering over a window
display of men's shoes at Walking on a Cloud.
I have never seen men window shopping. What makes the scenario even
more adorable is that these guys looked well into their 60s with tousled white
hair. They were pretty snappy dressers and since I was hobbling by so slow, I
could hear they're conversation.
What made me laugh was how one gent said to the other that his dog pretty
much ate one of his shoes! Chewed it up beyond recognition. And the other guy
was in disbelief. They weren't angry, it just seemed to them that the prospect
of a dog eating homework seemed more possible. It was quite funny.
I too have been in a similar situation - however instead of a dog eating my
shoes, it was my cat. My kitty, Cooper - a five year-old maincoon -
loves to chew on my shoes when I am not quick enough to feed him when hunger
strikes. Now, I keep a large black plastic rat by my shoes, which he often opts
to chew on instead. It was a leftover Halloween deco that I forgot to put away.
I'm glad I've found a use for it!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Always when you least expect it...or want it!
Last weekend I went to the Sex Show with The Medic and his pals.
It was a super fun day, six hours of wandering from booth to booth looking at body jewelry, pasties, panties, dildos, lube, vibrators, chocolate, books and more toys. And a guy, John, I was starting to get to know and potentially date, decided to text me a picture of his junk. Ugh.
I figure we were in the right element to ask The Medic and his pals why guys bother sending pics of their junk to chicks. It's not sexy. At all.
One of The Medic's pals responded by asking if he could send John a picture of *his* junk. And I gave him my phone. He did the deed and together the group of us convinced John that I was a Pre-Op tranny. Haha!
Following my weird date last week and the aforementioned behaviour of a DB, I decided to stop dating for the remainder of the year and focus on other things. Work reports are intense and there are four corporate events coming up quick. Pals are also planning holiday parties and I also joined a boot camp to shake up my workouts in preparing for my next surf adventure in Feb.
Of course, this meant that three days after my self-made pact, a cutie on the subway platform smiled at me. I smiled back. He cleverly initiated a conversation and we chatted for about 15 minutes, getting on and off at the same stops. Then he asked for my number. I was befuddled. He looked too young. I'd say 23. But he was so nice and charming. And I failed to mentioned how I was in my weekend cozies. I was certainly not dressed up and yet he found me attractive in my effortless outfit.
UPDATE - We met up Thursday and he expected to get some. Haha what an idiot. Good riddance!
It was a super fun day, six hours of wandering from booth to booth looking at body jewelry, pasties, panties, dildos, lube, vibrators, chocolate, books and more toys. And a guy, John, I was starting to get to know and potentially date, decided to text me a picture of his junk. Ugh.
I figure we were in the right element to ask The Medic and his pals why guys bother sending pics of their junk to chicks. It's not sexy. At all.
One of The Medic's pals responded by asking if he could send John a picture of *his* junk. And I gave him my phone. He did the deed and together the group of us convinced John that I was a Pre-Op tranny. Haha!
Following my weird date last week and the aforementioned behaviour of a DB, I decided to stop dating for the remainder of the year and focus on other things. Work reports are intense and there are four corporate events coming up quick. Pals are also planning holiday parties and I also joined a boot camp to shake up my workouts in preparing for my next surf adventure in Feb.
Of course, this meant that three days after my self-made pact, a cutie on the subway platform smiled at me. I smiled back. He cleverly initiated a conversation and we chatted for about 15 minutes, getting on and off at the same stops. Then he asked for my number. I was befuddled. He looked too young. I'd say 23. But he was so nice and charming. And I failed to mentioned how I was in my weekend cozies. I was certainly not dressed up and yet he found me attractive in my effortless outfit.
UPDATE - We met up Thursday and he expected to get some. Haha what an idiot. Good riddance!
Monday, November 5, 2012
Keys points of the Friday Night Date
1. He was 45 minutes late. He called to let me know, but still - seriously?
2. When we found a Green P he asked if I had coins. He didn't have any to pay the machine with. They take credit cards too, but he obviously didn't have one on him. Then he asked if I had coin. I didn't. I did have a credit card, but didn't tell him. Minus points for being so unprepared.
3. We left the Green P and drove around in circles for 20 minutes around Little Italy looking for a parking spot. Finally found one a 10 minute walk away. It was freezing out and he had no scarf or gloves and kept complaining.
4. He drives a Miata. There is no radio in it so we were listening to music on his iPhone. Lame. It's such a low car. I hate it. On the plus side though, it was clean.
5. We go to this bar called Souz Dal. It was a nice place - great tunes. We had fun chatting. But I couldn't stop staring at the tooth that was missing. Third tooth to the left of his front tooth. His pictures online sure didn't show that. Did he not think I would notice? And no, he is not a Hockey player. I didn't ask about it.
6. He downed his martini in two sips. He only had two of them. Thank God.
7. We actually had good decent conversation. He kept bringing up how his ex's mistreated him, which I thought was strange. He is cute, but I couldn't get over the tooth thing.
8. He drove me home. Walked me to the building entrance. Did not presume he was coming in. Great kisser...
9. ...But then he buried his head in my shoulder and cried a bit while I ran my hand up and down the back of his neck.
10. The next day he called me and during our conversation he confirmed what I predicted - He lives WITH HIS PARENTS.
FAAACK.
2. When we found a Green P he asked if I had coins. He didn't have any to pay the machine with. They take credit cards too, but he obviously didn't have one on him. Then he asked if I had coin. I didn't. I did have a credit card, but didn't tell him. Minus points for being so unprepared.
3. We left the Green P and drove around in circles for 20 minutes around Little Italy looking for a parking spot. Finally found one a 10 minute walk away. It was freezing out and he had no scarf or gloves and kept complaining.
4. He drives a Miata. There is no radio in it so we were listening to music on his iPhone. Lame. It's such a low car. I hate it. On the plus side though, it was clean.
5. We go to this bar called Souz Dal. It was a nice place - great tunes. We had fun chatting. But I couldn't stop staring at the tooth that was missing. Third tooth to the left of his front tooth. His pictures online sure didn't show that. Did he not think I would notice? And no, he is not a Hockey player. I didn't ask about it.
6. He downed his martini in two sips. He only had two of them. Thank God.
7. We actually had good decent conversation. He kept bringing up how his ex's mistreated him, which I thought was strange. He is cute, but I couldn't get over the tooth thing.
8. He drove me home. Walked me to the building entrance. Did not presume he was coming in. Great kisser...
9. ...But then he buried his head in my shoulder and cried a bit while I ran my hand up and down the back of his neck.
10. The next day he called me and during our conversation he confirmed what I predicted - He lives WITH HIS PARENTS.
FAAACK.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween!
This weekend I went to a super cool Halloween house party. A lot of people were speaking Hebrew (my date was Jewish and loads of his friends are too), so I was a bit lost as to what they were saying. Still the music was good and the costumes were creative and fun. I danced the night away and still had the energy for a zumba class the next day and dinner with the fam.
I haven't posted this month because I've been so busy! Work is nuts - it's our fiscal year end today actually. Dating has been busy too. Meeting lots of good people and not so good people. No one for me yet, but I'm having fun being out there. I have also been frightfully busy with birthday dinners, lunch catch-up's and drinks with pals after work. And gymning, of course, to make up for all that eating. I'm actually at the lowest weight I've been in the past 5 years, so I am feeling pretty damn awesome!
So of course earlier this week I indulged in Reese peanut butter cups - 5 of them! Oh man, so delish.
The Medic and I are going to work out tonight, then he is making us chicken pot pie for dinner. I'm going to pick up a cherry pie for dessert to keep with the pie theme. Speaking of medic's, my Jewish Halloween date is also a medic. And I have started to get to know another guy who was also in the Canadian army like The Medic.
Hmm... I am noticing a theme.
I have a thing for medics and/or army guys. Why is that? I like to think they tend to be more loyal and honest - well the Canadian army guys are. Judging from experience, the US Marine guys are far from honest, but hey - perhaps that's the rub and why the Americans think Canadians are pussy's.
Now that I think of it, the Jewish guy was in the Israeli army. No idea how that fits in to everything.
Get Down Moses
The past couple weeks have been really busy! Lots or socializing and meeting new people. It's been an amazing ride. And an eye-opening one too.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Our day will come
Will it be John? Sebastian? David? The Medic?
Only time will tell.
But our day will come. :)
Thursday, October 4, 2012
I'm a Certified Sexy Beast
I didn't think it was possible to be certified for that sort of thing. Clearly I was wrong!
I recently attended a Fast Life speed dating event. Today I received an email of my matches and along came this little notification. Apparently, over 70% of the dudes at the event selected YES! to date, upon meeting fabulous moi!
Now, there was only 16 guys. 70% would mean 11 dudes. So in order to get this wonderful acknowledgement of my sexiness, at least 12 men had to select me. Which is quite flattering, I must say.
However, I must admit, despite being so adored, I didn't feel a connection with anyone there. Which again poses the problem of dating.
It's easy to get sidetracked when so many people are vying for your attention.
But I am not going to complain. How can I? It's the best kind of problem to have. :)
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
More Ink!
Indeedy, more ink is coming.
I know the shop. It's perfect. Clean and the artists are amazing.
Decided to push the consultation back to November because I have too many ideas flowing through my head. And colours! Oh my. Little pieces of paper with all the sketches are decorating the floor of my bedroom. I find the best time to brainstorm is right before bed.
When I need a break from work, I will look up good images and pin loads of cool ideas (and just awesome ink in general) to my Pinterest page.
I have one huge piece, an addition to the ones I have and another little one in mind. It's all going to cost around 2k, but it'll be so worth it. :)
Plus, I've spend larger amounts on hair extensions. Ha!
I know the shop. It's perfect. Clean and the artists are amazing.
Decided to push the consultation back to November because I have too many ideas flowing through my head. And colours! Oh my. Little pieces of paper with all the sketches are decorating the floor of my bedroom. I find the best time to brainstorm is right before bed.
When I need a break from work, I will look up good images and pin loads of cool ideas (and just awesome ink in general) to my Pinterest page.
I have one huge piece, an addition to the ones I have and another little one in mind. It's all going to cost around 2k, but it'll be so worth it. :)
Plus, I've spend larger amounts on hair extensions. Ha!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
When a man forces himself upon you...
I found his note from September 2011 when a supposed friend forced himself upon me after a fun house party.
i wanted to let you know that i keep replaying last night in my head.
i was acting like a jerk and i wish i could take everything back. i
wish there was something that i could say or do to make it all ok but
there isn't. i crossed a line that never should have been crossed and
you have no idea how much i regret it.
i don't want to make you feel any more awkward than you already do. i
won't bother you again this weekend. i hope you call me before you
leave but i will understand if you don't want to. don't feel pressured
to call if you don't feel comfortable with it, i know you need your
space after the other night.
i hope you have a good time tonight and i hope you know that i'm still
your friend. i'm sorry for what happened. if you can find it in
yourself to forgive me, i can promise you that nothing like that will
ever happen again.
Here was my response:
I'm glad you regret what you did, yet at the same time I wish you didn't have to regret anything and just acted as respectfully toward me as you should have.
Saying sorry is very different than showing a person how sorry you are. Your words are empty without actions to follow anything up. I don't feel you truly understand how terrible you made me feel.
I'm positive that I didn't lead you to think anything sexual was going to happen. I feel betrayed by you as I made the decision to come to Montreal after you persistently pointed it out that I needed to visit - that we had to go have fun on your turf. Your behaviour is forgivable in time, but still reprimand-able. You showed no respect for me and only thought about your needs and wants. Being drunk is not an excuse. I had a fair amount of liquor myself and still repetitively said no - with different reasons no less. I was uncomfortable about staying the night, but figured I had no where else to go at the moment and I would sort it out in the morning. And what killed it for me was you didn't seem to recollect what you did until I started to visibly appear upset.
Then I had to spend more of my money on a hotel because I sure as hell wasn't going to show up at my aunt's place - crying - about how my 'friend' couldn't take 'no' for an answer. $500 for a car and $250 for a hotel. How could I have fun after what you did? You stole my weekend. I didn't get to go to that party. There goes another $100 for tickets. Coming to Montreal was an expensive mistake.
Thankfully, it turned around and I made the most of Saturday and drove home Sunday. My pockets are quite empty, but at least I have my self-respect. Something you clearly need to work on.
You may still want to be my friend, but I can't see why. You clearly don't respect me and put your own needs before my own.
I said what I needed to say Saturday morning to make the rest of my morning with you as comfortable as possible, so I said what you wanted to hear - how everything would be fine and we would still be friends. In reality, that's not possible.
Best of luck to you.
i wanted to let you know that i keep replaying last night in my head.
i was acting like a jerk and i wish i could take everything back. i
wish there was something that i could say or do to make it all ok but
there isn't. i crossed a line that never should have been crossed and
you have no idea how much i regret it.
i don't want to make you feel any more awkward than you already do. i
won't bother you again this weekend. i hope you call me before you
leave but i will understand if you don't want to. don't feel pressured
to call if you don't feel comfortable with it, i know you need your
space after the other night.
i hope you have a good time tonight and i hope you know that i'm still
your friend. i'm sorry for what happened. if you can find it in
yourself to forgive me, i can promise you that nothing like that will
ever happen again.
Here was my response:
I'm glad you regret what you did, yet at the same time I wish you didn't have to regret anything and just acted as respectfully toward me as you should have.
Saying sorry is very different than showing a person how sorry you are. Your words are empty without actions to follow anything up. I don't feel you truly understand how terrible you made me feel.
I'm positive that I didn't lead you to think anything sexual was going to happen. I feel betrayed by you as I made the decision to come to Montreal after you persistently pointed it out that I needed to visit - that we had to go have fun on your turf. Your behaviour is forgivable in time, but still reprimand-able. You showed no respect for me and only thought about your needs and wants. Being drunk is not an excuse. I had a fair amount of liquor myself and still repetitively said no - with different reasons no less. I was uncomfortable about staying the night, but figured I had no where else to go at the moment and I would sort it out in the morning. And what killed it for me was you didn't seem to recollect what you did until I started to visibly appear upset.
Then I had to spend more of my money on a hotel because I sure as hell wasn't going to show up at my aunt's place - crying - about how my 'friend' couldn't take 'no' for an answer. $500 for a car and $250 for a hotel. How could I have fun after what you did? You stole my weekend. I didn't get to go to that party. There goes another $100 for tickets. Coming to Montreal was an expensive mistake.
Thankfully, it turned around and I made the most of Saturday and drove home Sunday. My pockets are quite empty, but at least I have my self-respect. Something you clearly need to work on.
You may still want to be my friend, but I can't see why. You clearly don't respect me and put your own needs before my own.
I said what I needed to say Saturday morning to make the rest of my morning with you as comfortable as possible, so I said what you wanted to hear - how everything would be fine and we would still be friends. In reality, that's not possible.
Best of luck to you.
I might let you make it up to me
"What kind of fuckery are you?" Ha!! I completely forgot about this song!!!
I had settled down to get some writing down and I thought to listen to some Amy to get my writing groove on.
Then this song came on. Well, writing went out the window. I was swaying my hips across my living room with a glass of red. Damn, I love this tune.
This is the feeling life is about, man.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Sweet Redemption!!
Ah....
Breathing SO MUCH easier today. Redemption is so sweet.
On another amazingly positive note, I had such a sweet time with my gal pal T yesterday.
We chit-chattered away about life, philosophy and silly things. It was so very wonderful.
I am light.
Breathing SO MUCH easier today. Redemption is so sweet.
On another amazingly positive note, I had such a sweet time with my gal pal T yesterday.
We chit-chattered away about life, philosophy and silly things. It was so very wonderful.
I am light.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
VIP party!
OoOoooo I got an invite to a VIP shindig this Friday night hob-nobbing with music industry folks.
I've been these sort of things before. The guys from Billy Talent were at one event for the Junos. I ended up chatting with the drummer for 20 minutes and was standing within egg toss range of Ben Mulroney. The drummer was super nice - but I can't recall his name. He has nice ink though. Ben looked so much older in person, his wrinkles so much more prominent.
I'm not sure who will be at this event. But I'll be going right after my Zumba class, so I know I'll be headed straight for the food table!
UPDATE:
So I went to the party. Music was lame - very loungy in a hotel lobby type sense. Weird considering it was an urban event.
The guys were nice, but older. Too old for me. The ladies were dressed up to the nines, gorgeous outfits and very sweet.
It was just not as bouncin' as I was hoping it to be.
I've been these sort of things before. The guys from Billy Talent were at one event for the Junos. I ended up chatting with the drummer for 20 minutes and was standing within egg toss range of Ben Mulroney. The drummer was super nice - but I can't recall his name. He has nice ink though. Ben looked so much older in person, his wrinkles so much more prominent.
I'm not sure who will be at this event. But I'll be going right after my Zumba class, so I know I'll be headed straight for the food table!
UPDATE:
So I went to the party. Music was lame - very loungy in a hotel lobby type sense. Weird considering it was an urban event.
The guys were nice, but older. Too old for me. The ladies were dressed up to the nines, gorgeous outfits and very sweet.
It was just not as bouncin' as I was hoping it to be.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Anger is underrated
Being angry is good.
It's a coping tool when a man can't be a man and you have to sort things out yourself.
He took enough of my kindness in stride; along with my time, energy, money and other things. Instead of being communicative, he ignored me for two weeks and I figured it was over. Something an ex-boyfriend did to me about three years ago.Cowards - the lot of them. He even turned off the answering machine so I couldn't leave him a voicemail. I had no way to contact him except Facebook or Skype and he would never respond. I was livid to say the least.
Initially, I had wanted to try to maintain the option of being friends, or at least remaining approachable to him when he does finally decide to open up. He did seem like a decent guy going through a rough time. But that doesn't give a guy any reason to act like an asshole and ignore his doting girlfriend.
I started thinking about how his last relationship ended ... He left. No discussion. He just ditched her two months before the wedding. Now, maybe he had his reasons to run. Still - a real man would have the guts to deal with it properly and talk to her. I actually found her on Pinterest. She still has the board up of all the wedding plans she had for them. Poor girl. How could I have been so blind to his ill behaviour?
And why the fuck should our ending be so different?
I'm not sure what upsets me more:
a) The fact that I was so absolutely and utterly wrong in thinking he was a true man in every sense of the word.
b) The fact that I had no closure whatsoever and was left dangling in the wind like a hopeful puppet.
Sometimes people don't deserve you to be the bigger person.
Cutting up his sweater and shredding the bracelet he gave me really helped with the closure part.
Cutting up pictures also helps.
And going on new exciting sexy dates really helps.
It's a coping tool when a man can't be a man and you have to sort things out yourself.
He took enough of my kindness in stride; along with my time, energy, money and other things. Instead of being communicative, he ignored me for two weeks and I figured it was over. Something an ex-boyfriend did to me about three years ago.Cowards - the lot of them. He even turned off the answering machine so I couldn't leave him a voicemail. I had no way to contact him except Facebook or Skype and he would never respond. I was livid to say the least.
Initially, I had wanted to try to maintain the option of being friends, or at least remaining approachable to him when he does finally decide to open up. He did seem like a decent guy going through a rough time. But that doesn't give a guy any reason to act like an asshole and ignore his doting girlfriend.
I started thinking about how his last relationship ended ... He left. No discussion. He just ditched her two months before the wedding. Now, maybe he had his reasons to run. Still - a real man would have the guts to deal with it properly and talk to her. I actually found her on Pinterest. She still has the board up of all the wedding plans she had for them. Poor girl. How could I have been so blind to his ill behaviour?
And why the fuck should our ending be so different?
I'm not sure what upsets me more:
a) The fact that I was so absolutely and utterly wrong in thinking he was a true man in every sense of the word.
b) The fact that I had no closure whatsoever and was left dangling in the wind like a hopeful puppet.
Sometimes people don't deserve you to be the bigger person.
Cutting up his sweater and shredding the bracelet he gave me really helped with the closure part.
Cutting up pictures also helps.
And going on new exciting sexy dates really helps.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Sunny Sundays and 8.4km walks for poutine
I think I wrote about the Medic back in June when I mentioned the Navy SEAL workout. He and I try to work out at least once a week and this week, I felt the burn from our Wednesday workout right up until yesterday afternoon. So I am prepping for another burn when we workout again this Wednesday.
We met up today around 11:30am on a mission to find him shorts. It's a fact, guys hate clothes shopping. I am an in-and-out girl when it comes to shopping. I love a mission. And was happy to say, I completed it before the first hour was complete at an awesome price. Quicksilver is def-o better than the Billabong store. I know where I am going for my surf gear come January!
The Medic is awesome. Very positive and interested in what I have to say; listens and is genuine. I am so very fortunate to have him in my life. He provides me with new perspective and lots of laughs.
And good things happen when we hang! For instance, today we went to a popular tea shop and the guy serving us gave us free stuff and a discount because he said we were so nice.
Then I took The Medic to the new geologic shop that opened up. It's a cross between a museum and a semi-precious stone shop - there is so much to see in there! Most people would be bored with that sort of thing, but not The Medic. He had lots of little anecdotes about different types of stones. It was so relaxing and fun!
Then we realized by that time we had walked about 8.4km (About 5.2 miles to you Americans), so when 3pm came and we realized time had passed so quick that we didn't eat lunch, we marched on to the Smokes Poutinerie. Who cares about all those calories! We earned it. :)
We met up today around 11:30am on a mission to find him shorts. It's a fact, guys hate clothes shopping. I am an in-and-out girl when it comes to shopping. I love a mission. And was happy to say, I completed it before the first hour was complete at an awesome price. Quicksilver is def-o better than the Billabong store. I know where I am going for my surf gear come January!
The Medic is awesome. Very positive and interested in what I have to say; listens and is genuine. I am so very fortunate to have him in my life. He provides me with new perspective and lots of laughs.
And good things happen when we hang! For instance, today we went to a popular tea shop and the guy serving us gave us free stuff and a discount because he said we were so nice.
Then I took The Medic to the new geologic shop that opened up. It's a cross between a museum and a semi-precious stone shop - there is so much to see in there! Most people would be bored with that sort of thing, but not The Medic. He had lots of little anecdotes about different types of stones. It was so relaxing and fun!
Then we realized by that time we had walked about 8.4km (About 5.2 miles to you Americans), so when 3pm came and we realized time had passed so quick that we didn't eat lunch, we marched on to the Smokes Poutinerie. Who cares about all those calories! We earned it. :)
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Never Say Never
"We hadn't seen each other in a month when you said you needed space. (What?)"
He never did say say anything about needing space. He just never said anything.
He is depressed. Well, he kept saying he was 'down', but when you ignore me for a week and insist I didn't do anything wrong, that you are just down - that's depression.
There is not much anyone can do when someone is depressed. You can try and reach out, but it gets exhausting.
I think the worst part about someone being depressed is that they don't realize they need the help. So even though we will never get back together, I will be there as a friend if he needs help.
"I used to think that we were forever ever
And I used to say, "Never say never..."
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Payphone is such a downer
Payphones are never good.
First of all, you've lost your cell phone somehow. And if you've lost your cell, chances are something bad's happening.
Still dig this tune, though. Kinda reminds me of this tune I fell in love with in the '90s.
First of all, you've lost your cell phone somehow. And if you've lost your cell, chances are something bad's happening.
Still dig this tune, though. Kinda reminds me of this tune I fell in love with in the '90s.
Truth.
“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing."
Friday, September 7, 2012
For Eff Sakes - Just Try.
One person isn't making an effort. And it is really hard to accept that.
I believe I have reasonable expectations. I also am fair in understanding the different struggles that different people have in their everyday lives - family, friends, work obligations as well as obligations to themselves. But when I am making all the effort - well.... That's when friendships die. And it seems this one has.
It's choking me up a bit because I could really see the potential.
However perhaps it is for the best. At least I tried.
*sigh*
I believe I have reasonable expectations. I also am fair in understanding the different struggles that different people have in their everyday lives - family, friends, work obligations as well as obligations to themselves. But when I am making all the effort - well.... That's when friendships die. And it seems this one has.
It's choking me up a bit because I could really see the potential.
However perhaps it is for the best. At least I tried.
*sigh*
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The Long Distance Relationship
According to this article, maintaining the lines of healthy communication is easy with social media, for couples in Long Distance Relationships (LDRs), but the key to building any relationship is to "not treat each conversation as a happy-go-lucky extension of a date" and instead the "day-to-day sharing of each others triumphs and failures."
Consequently, it’s no surprise that if couples don’t communicate fully, their health will begin to suffer. The stress that results from worries over fidelity, trust and where the union is heading can manifest into sleeplessness, weight loss, anxiety and even depression."
I think that's the scarlet letter on every LDR - where the relationship is heading. Because at some point, for it to work, someone's going to have to move, right?
I have a couple girlfriends who are in LDRs and they worry mostly because of the 'out of sight out of mind' fear; that their better halves might give up on the work of the long distance relationship and instead find someone more local. They aren't afraid of themselves making that decision, because they are smitten kittens who are afraid of getting hurt. Another valid fear is the one where one person is making more effort to communicate than the other.
The funny thing about all of this is that the same fears apply to couples who are living in the same city, or even living together!! We take it for granted when, in a local relationship, that other person is around.
Just an interesting thought. :)
Consequently, it’s no surprise that if couples don’t communicate fully, their health will begin to suffer. The stress that results from worries over fidelity, trust and where the union is heading can manifest into sleeplessness, weight loss, anxiety and even depression."
I think that's the scarlet letter on every LDR - where the relationship is heading. Because at some point, for it to work, someone's going to have to move, right?
I have a couple girlfriends who are in LDRs and they worry mostly because of the 'out of sight out of mind' fear; that their better halves might give up on the work of the long distance relationship and instead find someone more local. They aren't afraid of themselves making that decision, because they are smitten kittens who are afraid of getting hurt. Another valid fear is the one where one person is making more effort to communicate than the other.
The funny thing about all of this is that the same fears apply to couples who are living in the same city, or even living together!! We take it for granted when, in a local relationship, that other person is around.
Just an interesting thought. :)
Monday, September 3, 2012
Set Free Springsteen
Ok, those are jumbled song names :)
I never heard of Eric Church, but Danny played his song for me on Skype a few nights ago and I since can't get it out of my head...
Katie Gray's Set Free tune I discovered while watching Season Four of Bones. I really enjoy the lyrics too. Sometimes we need to be reminded to let go in life and let the Universe take us where we need to be. :)
And this weekend is going to be an interesting one and I have a feeling I'll be listening to a LOT more country.
I'm taking a course on outdoor survival, how to shoot with a crossbow, and with a rifle, among many other interesting male-dominant outdoorsy things.
I have tried lots of new things this year, among them was white water rafting and surfing, so why not shooting? I have never shot a real gun before, although I have held a real shot gun and an AK something or other as I have a friend in the Canadian Reserves.
And ultimately, if the zombie apocalypse is true, I'll need to know how to one day. No better time to learn. :)
I never heard of Eric Church, but Danny played his song for me on Skype a few nights ago and I since can't get it out of my head...
Katie Gray's Set Free tune I discovered while watching Season Four of Bones. I really enjoy the lyrics too. Sometimes we need to be reminded to let go in life and let the Universe take us where we need to be. :)
And this weekend is going to be an interesting one and I have a feeling I'll be listening to a LOT more country.
I'm taking a course on outdoor survival, how to shoot with a crossbow, and with a rifle, among many other interesting male-dominant outdoorsy things.
I have tried lots of new things this year, among them was white water rafting and surfing, so why not shooting? I have never shot a real gun before, although I have held a real shot gun and an AK something or other as I have a friend in the Canadian Reserves.
And ultimately, if the zombie apocalypse is true, I'll need to know how to one day. No better time to learn. :)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Just when you thought you knew a person...
This morning I received a very disappointing email from a male friend I went out with Saturday night:
Good Morning
Thought about you this morning and wanted to say hi and see how your week is going. Any plans for the long weekend? I assume Buffalo will be part of those plans.
You said something that I heard, but didn't question and didn't understand later. You said your friend currently can't come to Canada. Is that true? Passport problem?
Didn't you say he was in Afghanistan? So he can go there, but not come here? Hmmm.
Anyway, just wanted to say hi and tell you again, despite you telling me you're not attracted to me, I still had a wonderful time Sat night.
R
For the sake of privacy, lets call this person Ross.
On Saturday, Ross and I met up at a charity social event and had a fun time meeting new people, joking around and catching up. He is 20 years older than me, but we still had a lot to talk about. I told him all about this new guy I am seeing; how happy I am with him, how everything about him is amazing and we have so much fun together. And yes, I did mention that he was a Marine and yes, he doesn't yet have documentation to come to Canada yet, but he's working a lot and we'll figure that stuff out in time.
Reading Ross's email this morning pissed me off so much that I went outside for a walk. And the whole time I just bulldozed down the street fuming. I don't like how he referred to my new guy simply as a 'friend' and also I don't like what Ross's email was implying.
I wrote back curtly, stating that Marines need only provide proof of citizenship to be a recruit and that Marines do not need a passport to be deployed. I didn't add anything else.
When the night at the charity event fizzled out and I was growing bored, Ross suggested we go to an old school jazz bar (where people do the Charleston and stuff - it's a super fun place called the Reservoir Lounge.) We went and had a great time. But then Ross boldly asked if I would go back with him to his place for some fun. I thought he was joking, but quickly realized he was serious. Ew.
I reiterated that I have a love interest. Ross didn't like that reasoning. Why the crap don't guys respect that?
So I said I wasn't interested. Ross still wanted more of a reason, I don't know why. I thought he was my friend and was so disappointed he was going down this road. This was totally crossing the line. Why did I ever go out that night? I wish my friend Erin wasn't sick and that she came along too. Then he would have been distracted by her.
"Fine. I am not attracted to you." I finished my water and left. Of course, he walked me to the subway. When I got home I was relieved. I was hoping never to address that awkward moment ever again, but then his blatantly assuming email reminded me of it.
Perhaps I give people too many chances. We are human, we can be selfish sometimes and need to learn where to stop pushing to get what we want. But it appears that Ross is trying to cast doubt in my mind and there is no room in my life for people like that. Clearly he doesn't respect me or my decisions.
It's just such a downer.
Good Morning
Thought about you this morning and wanted to say hi and see how your week is going. Any plans for the long weekend? I assume Buffalo will be part of those plans.
You said something that I heard, but didn't question and didn't understand later. You said your friend currently can't come to Canada. Is that true? Passport problem?
Didn't you say he was in Afghanistan? So he can go there, but not come here? Hmmm.
Anyway, just wanted to say hi and tell you again, despite you telling me you're not attracted to me, I still had a wonderful time Sat night.
R
For the sake of privacy, lets call this person Ross.
On Saturday, Ross and I met up at a charity social event and had a fun time meeting new people, joking around and catching up. He is 20 years older than me, but we still had a lot to talk about. I told him all about this new guy I am seeing; how happy I am with him, how everything about him is amazing and we have so much fun together. And yes, I did mention that he was a Marine and yes, he doesn't yet have documentation to come to Canada yet, but he's working a lot and we'll figure that stuff out in time.
Reading Ross's email this morning pissed me off so much that I went outside for a walk. And the whole time I just bulldozed down the street fuming. I don't like how he referred to my new guy simply as a 'friend' and also I don't like what Ross's email was implying.
I wrote back curtly, stating that Marines need only provide proof of citizenship to be a recruit and that Marines do not need a passport to be deployed. I didn't add anything else.
When the night at the charity event fizzled out and I was growing bored, Ross suggested we go to an old school jazz bar (where people do the Charleston and stuff - it's a super fun place called the Reservoir Lounge.) We went and had a great time. But then Ross boldly asked if I would go back with him to his place for some fun. I thought he was joking, but quickly realized he was serious. Ew.
I reiterated that I have a love interest. Ross didn't like that reasoning. Why the crap don't guys respect that?
So I said I wasn't interested. Ross still wanted more of a reason, I don't know why. I thought he was my friend and was so disappointed he was going down this road. This was totally crossing the line. Why did I ever go out that night? I wish my friend Erin wasn't sick and that she came along too. Then he would have been distracted by her.
"Fine. I am not attracted to you." I finished my water and left. Of course, he walked me to the subway. When I got home I was relieved. I was hoping never to address that awkward moment ever again, but then his blatantly assuming email reminded me of it.
Perhaps I give people too many chances. We are human, we can be selfish sometimes and need to learn where to stop pushing to get what we want. But it appears that Ross is trying to cast doubt in my mind and there is no room in my life for people like that. Clearly he doesn't respect me or my decisions.
It's just such a downer.
Monday, August 27, 2012
The Heart of an Athlete
One of the best compliments I have ever received occurred today while I was in a pre-screening booth at The Big Save event, which is an annual Canadian blood donation initiative sponsored by professional sport teams and their backing sponsors.
A friendly lady named Claire had just finished taking my blood pressure when an enormous smile danced across her bright face as she looked at the heart monitor.
"You must be an athlete!"
I was confused. I mean, I do work out 3-4 times a week, but I wouldn't consider myself an athlete. It just seems too hardcore a label, but my heart proved otherwise.
"By your heart rate, I can tell you're athletic.You must run or spin, right?"
I do! But I didn't realize the amazing effect it had on my heart. My resting heart rate is 59 BPM which according to this chart, among others, indicates that I am an athlete (ok, so it's on the cusp of 'Athlete' and 'Excellent'. Who wouldn't love to hear that?!? My hemoglobin level also indicates how optimal my health is, as did my blood pressure, which means I am just shy of being real a super hero.
Wow. Not only am I building muscle and firming up, but my heart is fit too, which is even more important as I get older.
A healthy heart is really where it all begins and ends. I'm so proud to know that all my hard work is paying off. We tend to forget the reason why we work out. I initially did it because I wanted to lose weight. Then I kept doing it because it was fun and I felt so great after each session. Now I realise that having a healthy heart is really more important than any of that.
I guess our priorities change as we get older. :)
A friendly lady named Claire had just finished taking my blood pressure when an enormous smile danced across her bright face as she looked at the heart monitor.
"You must be an athlete!"
I was confused. I mean, I do work out 3-4 times a week, but I wouldn't consider myself an athlete. It just seems too hardcore a label, but my heart proved otherwise.
"By your heart rate, I can tell you're athletic.You must run or spin, right?"
I do! But I didn't realize the amazing effect it had on my heart. My resting heart rate is 59 BPM which according to this chart, among others, indicates that I am an athlete (ok, so it's on the cusp of 'Athlete' and 'Excellent'. Who wouldn't love to hear that?!? My hemoglobin level also indicates how optimal my health is, as did my blood pressure, which means I am just shy of being real a super hero.
Wow. Not only am I building muscle and firming up, but my heart is fit too, which is even more important as I get older.
A healthy heart is really where it all begins and ends. I'm so proud to know that all my hard work is paying off. We tend to forget the reason why we work out. I initially did it because I wanted to lose weight. Then I kept doing it because it was fun and I felt so great after each session. Now I realise that having a healthy heart is really more important than any of that.
I guess our priorities change as we get older. :)
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Соленья!
38% of my blog readers are from Russia. So I thought to write a few things in Russian.
I decided to use Google Translate because my favourite translation site doesn't have any Slovak tongues. I wrote in English, translated to Russian and then retranslated that Russian back to English. It didn't work as smoothly as I thought!
Здравствуйте, мои русские друзья!
Добро пожаловать на мой блог. Я так рада, что вы остановили!
Hello, my Russian friends!
Welcome to my blog. I'm so glad you stopped by!
Я очень нравятся вареники. Моя бабушка, чтобы сделать их все время (Ее мама выросла в Турцию.) Существует миленькие бистро в Bloor West Village называли янтарь. Их вареники вкус так же, как бабушки!
I love dumplings. My grandmother, to make them all the time (Her mother grew up in Turkey.) There is a nice little bistro in the Bloor West Village called Amber. Their dumplings taste like my grandmother!
Um, I'm pretty sure my granny didn't taste like dumplings. I meant that the Pierogies at Amber tastes exactly like hers! I love how things translate strange!
Я люблю тебя, детка.
Скучаю по тебе так много!
I decided to use Google Translate because my favourite translation site doesn't have any Slovak tongues. I wrote in English, translated to Russian and then retranslated that Russian back to English. It didn't work as smoothly as I thought!
Здравствуйте, мои русские друзья!
Добро пожаловать на мой блог. Я так рада, что вы остановили!
Hello, my Russian friends!
Welcome to my blog. I'm so glad you stopped by!
Я очень нравятся вареники. Моя бабушка, чтобы сделать их все время (Ее мама выросла в Турцию.) Существует миленькие бистро в Bloor West Village называли янтарь. Их вареники вкус так же, как бабушки!
I love dumplings. My grandmother, to make them all the time (Her mother grew up in Turkey.) There is a nice little bistro in the Bloor West Village called Amber. Their dumplings taste like my grandmother!
Um, I'm pretty sure my granny didn't taste like dumplings. I meant that the Pierogies at Amber tastes exactly like hers! I love how things translate strange!
Я люблю тебя, детка.
Скучаю по тебе так много!
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thinking and Thinking.
People say you shouldn't care what anyone thinks, which is true. One shouldn't care what anyone thinks. We should only care about what our loved ones think.
No one's going to agree with me on everything, even those I only confide in. But it's the mutual respect and love that gives me faith that my friends won't judge me. And it's so amazing! We take risks when we do this. Big risks. You never really know if what you say will remain tight-lipped or if the person you confide in will still be in your life in the coming years. But being vulnerable is good. It teaches us a lot about our strength and character. (I still battle with properly handling vulnerability on a daily basis. I believe that is perhaps why I've been a serial dater for the past five years.)
And you, dear reader, see a tiny little sparkle that is me, my methods of thinking - but the real meaty conversations happen in person with friends and family, whom I love and who love me too. (Over wine, our philosophies and debates are so intriguing!) And now, my Marine Man is part of that special crew and - well, his opinion matters too now. And of course, it's scary to be vulnerable to a new person.
No one's going to agree with me on everything, even those I only confide in. But it's the mutual respect and love that gives me faith that my friends won't judge me. And it's so amazing! We take risks when we do this. Big risks. You never really know if what you say will remain tight-lipped or if the person you confide in will still be in your life in the coming years. But being vulnerable is good. It teaches us a lot about our strength and character. (I still battle with properly handling vulnerability on a daily basis. I believe that is perhaps why I've been a serial dater for the past five years.)
And you, dear reader, see a tiny little sparkle that is me, my methods of thinking - but the real meaty conversations happen in person with friends and family, whom I love and who love me too. (Over wine, our philosophies and debates are so intriguing!) And now, my Marine Man is part of that special crew and - well, his opinion matters too now. And of course, it's scary to be vulnerable to a new person.
It's hard to be as candid here as I was prior to him finding my blog. It's
not a bad thing by any means, it just means that now I rethink and
retype everything at least three times before posting!
How is it possible for one person to simultaneously make me scared shitless and amazingly happy?
Friday, August 17, 2012
American Boy
Can't wait to see him tonight!
Last time, I brought ice wine. This time, I'm bringing these Americans the elusive Ketchup Chip.
;)
Last time, I brought ice wine. This time, I'm bringing these Americans the elusive Ketchup Chip.
;)
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Updates and song musings
I am SO HAPPY!!!!!!
I have the bestest boyfriend ever. He is the man who beat out all the boys. I am so very lucky to be able to call him mine. XOXOXOXO
Miss you, baby.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The coffee shop lady is sooo cute
You either strike gold or coal with coffee shop ladies.
Sometimes they are too miserable in their lives to want to smile; they grunt for your money and throw your change at you so you're scrambling for the quarters. They impact my morning more than they realise, I'm sure
But sometimes you meet a very special lady, kinda similar to Adam Sandler's LunchLady, where you have a mild affection for her.
Nancy at RichTree is a bubbly Philippino lady who is always, always, smiling. "hello, my friend, how are you today?" she asks everyone. She gives me two extra stamps on my coffee card and winks at me. And she blushes when I compliment her earrings. (Beautiful diamond studs in a yellow gold setting.)
Today, I didn't realize it, but she gave me a free coffee. I gave her $3 to pay for it, but she gave me back $1 and brought her finger up to her lips. A secret! OooOoh. me and the coffee lady have a little secret.
Hey - she just stole $2!! Haha! I guess it makes up for all the free coffee stamps she's given me :)
Always think of you when I hear this tune, handsome. ;)
Sometimes they are too miserable in their lives to want to smile; they grunt for your money and throw your change at you so you're scrambling for the quarters. They impact my morning more than they realise, I'm sure
But sometimes you meet a very special lady, kinda similar to Adam Sandler's LunchLady, where you have a mild affection for her.
Nancy at RichTree is a bubbly Philippino lady who is always, always, smiling. "hello, my friend, how are you today?" she asks everyone. She gives me two extra stamps on my coffee card and winks at me. And she blushes when I compliment her earrings. (Beautiful diamond studs in a yellow gold setting.)
Today, I didn't realize it, but she gave me a free coffee. I gave her $3 to pay for it, but she gave me back $1 and brought her finger up to her lips. A secret! OooOoh. me and the coffee lady have a little secret.
Hey - she just stole $2!! Haha! I guess it makes up for all the free coffee stamps she's given me :)
Always think of you when I hear this tune, handsome. ;)
Reviving the dark side
For some reason this morning, Bauhaus' Bella Lugosi sprung up on my iPod while on my way into work this AM.
It spawned a wee Gothic/80s Rock revival and I recalled when all I would wear into Journalism class were corsets, fishnets and black skirts. When I would wear big black necklaces, earrings and bracelets, pile on loads of eyeliner and dark purple lipstick to spend countless nights at Savage Garden, Northbound Leather nights at 5ive and Masquerades at the Reverb.
Savage Garden is gone. I think it's a Shwarma place now. Reverb is a Furniture shop now. And 5ive was condemned, renovated and now it's a gay bar called Fly. But man, I would dance for hours, sober mind you, to Love and Rockets, VNV Nation, Depeche Mode, Billy Idol, Ministry, The Misfits and The Sisters of Mercy.
One of my fave DM remixes:
Off one of my fave all time albums:
I'm looking forward to the drive to Buffalo this weekend!!
Decided to take a half day off (May end up taking a whole day depending on the work load this week. So far it's been as per usual daily tasks - though not without its challenges! Everyone always wants things asap and there's nothing I can do if I don't get the necessary approvals!)
I'm gonna pack a crap load of CDs, but I'll probably just end up listening to XM all the way, haha!
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It spawned a wee Gothic/80s Rock revival and I recalled when all I would wear into Journalism class were corsets, fishnets and black skirts. When I would wear big black necklaces, earrings and bracelets, pile on loads of eyeliner and dark purple lipstick to spend countless nights at Savage Garden, Northbound Leather nights at 5ive and Masquerades at the Reverb.
Savage Garden is gone. I think it's a Shwarma place now. Reverb is a Furniture shop now. And 5ive was condemned, renovated and now it's a gay bar called Fly. But man, I would dance for hours, sober mind you, to Love and Rockets, VNV Nation, Depeche Mode, Billy Idol, Ministry, The Misfits and The Sisters of Mercy.
One of my fave DM remixes:
Off one of my fave all time albums:
I'm looking forward to the drive to Buffalo this weekend!!
Decided to take a half day off (May end up taking a whole day depending on the work load this week. So far it's been as per usual daily tasks - though not without its challenges! Everyone always wants things asap and there's nothing I can do if I don't get the necessary approvals!)
I'm gonna pack a crap load of CDs, but I'll probably just end up listening to XM all the way, haha!
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
Stay
It's always hard to leave someone you can't bear to part from for what may be a week but seems like months. I'm a pretty open person but I when I get so emotional that I don't know what to do or say, I cry in defeat - which makes me so embarassed. Firstly because of its vulnerable state and secondly - it doesn't seem like a valid reason to shed tears (I credit the latter to growing up with a 'Don't cry about it' type household.)
Hiding tears is always easier than hiding sniffles. Even if you pretend it's 'just allergies'.
I had a couple close calls on the bus (where I nearly endured a downpour), but made it home dry. I was so happy to be home for pretty much two minutes before I was sad again. I missed my Marine Man! I fed Cooper* and just sat in my easy chair while listening to Bernard Butler's People Move On album. I had this tune on repeat a couple times:
I'm still in a daze, albeit an extremely happy one; one I intend to carry with me until I see him next to spice up hypnotizing work meetings and mundane tasks. I simply can't stop smiling! Weee!!!
*Um weird fact, Cooper actually likes Habitant pea soup with Ham. He licked my bowl clean. (Don't worry, I did give him proper cat food - he just preferred mine!)
Hiding tears is always easier than hiding sniffles. Even if you pretend it's 'just allergies'.
I had a couple close calls on the bus (where I nearly endured a downpour), but made it home dry. I was so happy to be home for pretty much two minutes before I was sad again. I missed my Marine Man! I fed Cooper* and just sat in my easy chair while listening to Bernard Butler's People Move On album. I had this tune on repeat a couple times:
Finally, I got dinner in me at 12am and tuned into The Civil Wars (who are beautiful, but can be quite depressing), before moving upward and onward to the Canuck section of my cd library with Wintersleep.
By this point, I was feeling more together (finally) and totally nerded out. I played with Cooper and danced around while listening to the Traveling Wilbury's. (My favourite is this one, but they really had too many hits to only love one track!)
I'm still in a daze, albeit an extremely happy one; one I intend to carry with me until I see him next to spice up hypnotizing work meetings and mundane tasks. I simply can't stop smiling! Weee!!!
*Um weird fact, Cooper actually likes Habitant pea soup with Ham. He licked my bowl clean. (Don't worry, I did give him proper cat food - he just preferred mine!)
Friday, August 10, 2012
While waiting for a Teleran Report to Run...
Yep. I run reports in Teleran. OoOooOoooo
I'm also painting my nails while I wait for this report to run. It takes forever. But once it's generated, I have a crap-ton of work to do so this slow pace won't last for long!
I've posted this tune before, but it needs to be posted again for so many different (and wonderful) reasons.
On a separate note - $40 USD is now $39.91 CAD
I only took out $40 coz I'll be visiting my Marine Man just for about a day and I don't intend on shopping (Though I have the plastic ready in case!)
I'm even wearing this theme shirt today:
I'm also painting my nails while I wait for this report to run. It takes forever. But once it's generated, I have a crap-ton of work to do so this slow pace won't last for long!
I've posted this tune before, but it needs to be posted again for so many different (and wonderful) reasons.
On a separate note - $40 USD is now $39.91 CAD
I only took out $40 coz I'll be visiting my Marine Man just for about a day and I don't intend on shopping (Though I have the plastic ready in case!)
I'm even wearing this theme shirt today:
I look much happier in it than this girl. It's by a punk clothing line called Too Fast. I picked it up at Adrenaline Tattoo on Queen Street. Yep, a tattoo place that sells clothing amongst other things. A very good reason not to be inked there, I must say. (Pardonnez-moi if I prefer not to be permanently penned by people who sell Tee's, jeans, shoes, necklaces, posters, etc. If a shop needs to sell other shit to bring money in, it's clearly not good enough a tattoo place, wherein it is not overrun with appointments to keep the registers full.)
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Lights
This tune is awesome. Makes me dance around the living room with my cat. (I don't think he likes the song as much as I do...)
I had coffee with a gal pal of mine today to break up the work day. We met to specifically chat about the cutie American I had my fingers crossed for a couple posts ago. You know what? She was unusually positive.
My girl always has something negative to say about the guys I date. It's just a fact of life. If I'm going to chat about dating around her, I had to expect harsh criticism. I grew to learn that her opinion of the guy didn't matter, but that she was a very good sounding board as the Devil's Advocate. And oftentimes - she was right. (Goddamn it!)
She has a firm list of must have's for me. Yep. Its like I have my own screening queen for dates. Today though, she was so soft and sweet. I was shocked. Happy shocked of course! What changed her perception of this guy versus the others? Was something going on in her life that she wasn't opening up about?
All I know is that for the very first time in the four years that I've known her, she was not warning me to be careful or providing me with little tests to give him. Instead, she was genuinely happy that I am ecstatic about someone.
The more I let it marinade this afternoon, the more I realized what made her react the way she had. And the reason made sense.
And yeah, it's girly and romantic, so shut up.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Canadian music vs. American
Low budget
Over the top.
This makes me believe Canadians appreciate simple things. Or clearly we have smaller budgets!
I found this and had to share!!
Ok it's obviously random post night.
Over the top.
This makes me believe Canadians appreciate simple things. Or clearly we have smaller budgets!
I found this and had to share!!
Ok it's obviously random post night.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Folk Tunage!
I love the tune Lights Off by The Dears. People only seem to know it from Gossip Girl, but I heard it way before that.
I first saw this band live about three summers ago at a summer concert on Olympic Island in Toronto. They were opening for Death Cab for Cutie. I had never heard of The Dears before and I thought they were terrible. Why? Because they are boring to watch on stage. When you don't know the music, you want to at least be visually stimulated. They just stood there, emotionless. It was a drag.
I also love this tune by The Lumineers.
As you can see, I'm a huge fan of folk music. They're not going to jump around on stage, but some movement and smiles are nice. The Dears can learn from The Lumineers!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Expanding the dating circumference...
Yup, the waves are callin' to me.
And seems y'all are reading about it! Just look at the stats:
Yay! My little world is somewhat entertaining to you. I've never had a reader from India before. Wee! Don't be shy to comment. :)
Onto the ongoings:
After I swore off internet dating for the umpteenth time late in 2011, I decided to sign up again earlier this month on a site I had never used before. For instance, I came and went several times between POF, Lavalife, eHarmony, Match.com, etc. without much of a result. I met the same types of guys at bars, grocery stores, sporting events and restaurants. Why the crap was I paying to meet them somewhere else?
And then I was matched with the cutest, sweetest, most funniest, hard-working guy - and he lives in New York State!
If I have to drive 2.5 hours to meet a decent guy, I will. I'm at the point in my life where 'going out of my way' to meet a person, really isn't out of my way. I'm absolutely willing to try something new and after analyzing the patterns, it's time I did. (Hey, I might as well apply my analyst work skills to life itself, right?)
And just so you know, it's not for that 'if you don't try, you won't know' cliche. Some people try and try without result. The problem is that they are not trying something different.
I've always automatically dismissed dating a guy who isn't from my city because of the distance. When I was younger, I needed more assurance and required the comfort of having someone physically nearby. Now I'm older, more confident and comfortable with myself - plus I know what I am looking for. Ten years of going out with idiots will do that. I've exhausted the dating radius over the past four years - it only produced multiple three-month relationship spurts. So it's time to expand that circumference.
*Fingers crossed.*
And seems y'all are reading about it! Just look at the stats:
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| I've never even heard of the Opera platform! |
Onto the ongoings:
After I swore off internet dating for the umpteenth time late in 2011, I decided to sign up again earlier this month on a site I had never used before. For instance, I came and went several times between POF, Lavalife, eHarmony, Match.com, etc. without much of a result. I met the same types of guys at bars, grocery stores, sporting events and restaurants. Why the crap was I paying to meet them somewhere else?
And then I was matched with the cutest, sweetest, most funniest, hard-working guy - and he lives in New York State!
If I have to drive 2.5 hours to meet a decent guy, I will. I'm at the point in my life where 'going out of my way' to meet a person, really isn't out of my way. I'm absolutely willing to try something new and after analyzing the patterns, it's time I did. (Hey, I might as well apply my analyst work skills to life itself, right?)
And just so you know, it's not for that 'if you don't try, you won't know' cliche. Some people try and try without result. The problem is that they are not trying something different.
I've always automatically dismissed dating a guy who isn't from my city because of the distance. When I was younger, I needed more assurance and required the comfort of having someone physically nearby. Now I'm older, more confident and comfortable with myself - plus I know what I am looking for. Ten years of going out with idiots will do that. I've exhausted the dating radius over the past four years - it only produced multiple three-month relationship spurts. So it's time to expand that circumference.
*Fingers crossed.*
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Planning Another Surfing Vacation
Swell
[swel] verb, swelled, swol·len or swelled, swell·ing, noun, adjective
verb (used without object)
1. To grow in bulk, as by the absorption of moisture or the processes of growth.
2. Pathology . to increase abnormally in size, as by inflation, distention, accumulation of fluids, or the like: Her ankles swelled from standing.
3. To rise in waves, as the sea.
4. To well up, as a spring or as tears.
5. To bulge out, as a sail or the middle of a cask.
Kook
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Kook is a term, most often used by aggro locals, to describe any surfers that:
- don't live in the shithole little coastal towns - don't work construction and/or drive old, beat-up trucks - pretend like they can surf when, in reality, they suck-ass - don't follow the rules of the lineup - show up in the lot with a frappuccino, excited about 2-footers | ||
For now, I'm rolling rocks until my next trip in Feb...
Thursday, July 19, 2012
This Remix of Anna Cyzon covering Viva La Vida is rad. I can't figure out how to embed Soundcloud tracks, so just click on the linky. It'll open a new window. :)
I'm also a huge Avicii fan. He's spinning at Downsview Park over the August long weekend. Squee!
I'm also a huge Avicii fan. He's spinning at Downsview Park over the August long weekend. Squee!
Your outlook can age you - or not!
I recently turned 30, yet I still forget how old I am when people ask.
For some reason, I have been stuck on 27 for the past couple years. I really believe I am 27. I feel 27 - it's so bizarre! After I spill my age, everyone always says the same thing anyway: "You look 24." The LCBO folks always look from my drivers license to me, then back to my license and say I must have good genes. I look even younger without make-up. I'm not trying to look younger. That's just the way it is!
I agree that genetics are partly why I look so young, but I like to think my
lifestyle contributes to it as well. I eat healthy, don't smoke and never do drugs, and only drink
moderately. Plus, I also go to the gym 3+ times a week, don't wear layers of make-up and smile - a LOT.
I firmly believe outlook can actually change how you look. In my opinion, the majority of depressed and negative people look like crap - dark circles under their eyes, greyish hue of skin. Blech. (If you needed yet another reason to be positive, there it is!). Obviously, people who are depressed turn to substances to feel better (drugs, junk food), which in the end, make you look and feel even worse. Once you hit that spiral I imagine it's hard to get out. In effect, proving how important outlook and good self-esteem is.
There is a reason why it has been scientifically proven that smiling actually makes you feel better.
For some reason, I have been stuck on 27 for the past couple years. I really believe I am 27. I feel 27 - it's so bizarre! After I spill my age, everyone always says the same thing anyway: "You look 24." The LCBO folks always look from my drivers license to me, then back to my license and say I must have good genes. I look even younger without make-up. I'm not trying to look younger. That's just the way it is!
I firmly believe outlook can actually change how you look. In my opinion, the majority of depressed and negative people look like crap - dark circles under their eyes, greyish hue of skin. Blech. (If you needed yet another reason to be positive, there it is!). Obviously, people who are depressed turn to substances to feel better (drugs, junk food), which in the end, make you look and feel even worse. Once you hit that spiral I imagine it's hard to get out. In effect, proving how important outlook and good self-esteem is.
There is a reason why it has been scientifically proven that smiling actually makes you feel better.
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