Thanks for this...but I really wanted that
Boy can I ever be fussy sometimes.
Tonight was an industry get-together at the Palliser (mmm...you kind of get spoiled when you start getting used to receptions at the Palliser) to educate us all on the latest goings-ons in Anaheim.
Yeah, the food at these things is always spectacular, but you know everyone is really there for the freebies and prizes. I was no exception. A show on Anaheim meant "Leah may get to fly to Los Angeles for free!"
Alas, it was not to be. My card got drawn halfway through and I won this cute patio refreshment set: a pitcher, 4 tumblers, stirsticks, and those snazzy rubber ice cubes in the shape of palm trees!
Of course, this was not good enough for me. As I walked up there to receive my prize my thoughts ventured to the fact that my card had now been drawn, ergo it was no longer in the draw barrel, and ergo I was no longer in the running for the Anaheim trip.
Dang it all!
But I still received my
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Suck in, breathe a whole lot better
I am now the proud owner of a vacuum I can call my very own. My living space will be so much cleaner now Tthe family vacuum kicked the dust, so to speak, a few months ago. And seeing as everything upstairs is either tile or hardwood now it left little motivation for the parentals to invest in a new machine. (Although I'm sure they'll be borrowing my vacuum to clean their own room, which is the only room upstairs now that has carpet.)
Not that I've been feeling stressed or agitated lately, but I've always enjoyed vacuuming when I'm upset about something. Forget the punching bag, give those dust bunnies what for! And no, I'm not a neat freak, in fact far from it. There's just something about vacuuming that is oh-so-satisfying for this girl's mental well-being. I am vacuum, hear me roar.
Bonjour
I tend to get into trouble when I blog about this sort of topic, but it's my blog so I'll say what I want to say. Besides, none of it puts anyone in a bad light except for myself.
After a lot of phone tag back and forth over the past 2 days I met up with, let's call him Driver, for dinner. Yes, another internet boy, but I'll comment on that another day. Yet again, I had no picture to go on and I'm not sure if he's found my picture online or not. Anyway, yeah, I'm always cautious about giving away too much information so I told him I'd just meet him somewhere. As a result he suggested I pick somewhere close to home so I wouldn't have to travel far. Uhh, yeah, other than the new sushi place there was only Jack Astor's. Not sure how he feels about raw fish so Jack Astor's it was. Not exactly your typical first date fare, but I think it suited us great. He gave me a single blue rose which I absolutely love as well as a kiss on
The brother man
Have I ever told you about how much my brother rocks?
I have? Oh well, guess you'll get to hear more about it right now.
My baby bro, Weird Kid, gave me a spa gift certificate for my birthday...giving me a no-excuses kind of validation to treat myself to some pampering.
But wait, that's not why he's the bomb-diggety. No, that is not the reason why he is the Michael Jordan of hermanos, the Mohammed Ali of freres, the Clark Kent of brothers.
The reason why he's so Rico Suave, and not in the sleazy scuzzy way, is 'cuz he is the most unbelievably caring guy to whom I've had the honor of claiming I'm related. Oh yeah, and my dad rocks just as much, but today we honor my brother.
Last Thursday he had this crazy energy about him. Apparently he had found a new project to immerse himself in. Was he putting together a new basketball team? Did he come up with some snazzy vacation plans?
Nope, he showed me a little ad in The Gauntlet, the g
It was like an episode of Friends
Ah yes, only someone as nostalgic as I could reminisce about the weekend all week long.
So the trio of us, Daisy, Bizkette, and myself, traipsed over to Amazing Pizza Kitchen over on 1st. Who knows what time it was at this point but we didn't leave Coyote's until close to 3. (Though I'm certain we did not stay as late as Sunflower ) I had never seen 1st so spooky quiet. I believe it's the by-law that enforces the bars to close right at 2 since there are still apartments on 1st. Other than the taxis and the other scragglers/revelers you could imagine tumbleweeds rolling down the street as if it were the old wild west.
The night wouldn't be complete without obnoxiously intoxicated hoochies, and of course they were there at the Pizza Kitchen to enhance our evening. *groans* A street guy tried to get deep with us.
"Do you love the life you are living right now? Yes or no."
He kept repeating his question, amused t
Screw getting older
Note: creative license was taken in the following
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's my birthday
We gon' party 'cuz it's my birthday
We gon' sip Tabu 'cuz it's my birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck it's not YOUR birthday!
Yep yep yep, so much for not "needing to announce it's my birthday to get some attention."
"Go on and get the lighter, we're gonna need some fire. Let's get a little higher, the battlefield is tired."
Alright so dinner came to an end, hugs all around.
Next stop: Coyote's.
You know? Birthday clubbing plans never work out precisely, and yet I keep on pluggin on. I figured this year's snafu was the lack of "no line, no cover" status for me and my buds. Incompetent-group-bookings-guy, you're on my list!
Little did I know...incompetent-group-bookings-guy had a friend, incompetent-DJ-boy. I really did not like incompetent-DJ-boy. Incompetent-DJ-boy, you're on my list, too!
You want to know what made DJ boy incompetent? He killed the flow...massacred it. He'd stop all movement on the dancefloor and instructed everyone to look up at the big screen to see the latest stupid videoclip he had just found on the internet. Oh no, don't just let the videoclips run while the music is flowing! Good god that would make too mu
Jump jump jump!
For Bizkette:
House of Pain - Jump Around
[Everlast]
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin
I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up
Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk
Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe
Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
Sho' nuff, I got props
From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!
Jump around! [3X]
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! [17X]
I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than th
Comida, tequila, sangria, y amigos
Te amo, Senor Carlos.
Due to circumstances beyond anyone's control, seven friends joined me for dinner at Senor Carlos. Lucky number seven!
Well, I guess technically 6...'cuz one of my dinner guests was my brother. And I'd really like to mention that 'cuz it's not very often when I can combine my family friends with my friends friends. It made me so happy, I never wanted the night to end.
People were amused, or I think they were amused, by the antics between my brother, Weird Kid, and my godbrother, Spydermonkey. Daisy and Posie had things they could talk about as well.
So to summarize the diners...we had yours truly, Posie, Spydermonkey, Weird Kid, Bizkette, Latina, aqua angel , and Daisy.
Even though I've been there before, I never considered the fact that there may not be non-Mexican options for those who weren't truly into Mexican food. Huge oversight. I think the only things that didn't have to be Mexi
The prep
Due to my stylist's previous engagements, I did not have my metamorphosis appointment on Friday night. Instead I had to squeeze it in on Saturday. Alright, I could do that, bring it! Bring it!
I wanted a blue, like a Veronica-from-Archie-comics blue to go with my dark hair. No doing, she only has "natural" colors in her stock, none of the "weird" colors. She referred me to a picture of a hair model with red in her hair, a bold "rock 'em" red. That's all she could offer me.
"Give it to me" said I.
"Have you dyed your hair black? It won't work if you did that *analyzing my tresses*"
Unfortunately, my hair is a really resilient biatch. Always has been, most likely always will be. Last time I did highlights it took the stylist (a different woman) forever to get it to take...she kinda went buckwild with the ammonia or whatever it is just so there would be something to show for all her efforts on my hai
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am stuck in the middle with you
Before I get into my recount of the bday extravaganza (and look, the day hasn't even officially come yet!) have to get something off my chest.
Kelly brought up a very good point in her blog the other day. (I apologize, I can't seem to directly link to the specific post.) We are seriously souring our relationship with the US. Once this war is over and they are all like "We are victorious!" we won't be invited in the celebratory party 'cuz we suck. We offer no encouragement (as a whole country, at least) no support. Like she said, we don't have to like the war or even fight in it...but we could at least be there in some capacity as their neighbors and friends.
Americans are going to hate us, and who can blame them? Would you embrace someone who totally turned their back on you? Really gives me reservations about my Los Angeles spree. *sigh*
Please don't hat
Snippets
Quotes from last night
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Two more inches and I'd be topless!
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Awww, her skirt is so short. It's so cute!
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I leave you for two minutes and look what happens!
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"What kind of guy do you like? Point some guy out in here and we'll go get him for you."
"Well, I like the big strong types. Kind of like Vin Diesel."
"Hmm, there aren't a lotta Vin Diesel types around here."
"So I've noticed."
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"I've got one Cowboy Cocksucker left."
"Alright, give it to me."
"Is that the same as a blowjob?"
"I don't know, it's yummier in my opinion."
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My car is so steamy, it's cute!
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"Do you girls pay cover when you come here?"
"Always." (Though not technically)
"Alright, you're coming with me."
*thinking to myself* "He's our cover charge pimp?! But we've already been in and paid!"
We are all part of a rhythm nation
"I'll tell your mama, I'll tell your friends
I'll tell anyone whose heart can comprehend
Send it in a letter, baby, tell you on the phone
I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone"
I'm really looking forward to getting all my Los Angeles plans put together. Unfortunately, due to Daisy's employment status she can't commit to coming along with me. That and she's also got plans to visit Ireland pending her attainment of a new teaching contract. This leaves me with the possibility of digging the whole City of Angels scene all by my lonesome. Sure, Mijo will be there but he's working so I can only see him on the weekends. This renders me the whole week to my own devices. That can't be good. The customs agents at the border are going to slap me with a huuuuuuge duty tax if I don't watch my spending. But honestly what better way can I spend my solo time than shopping for kewl finds that
A tale of two countries
Thanks to yndygo for the heads up.
As you all know, I'd rather be an ostrich about the whole war thing. Or perhaps one or all three of those monkeys "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." It's just so depressing. I think of all the lives that this war has or will affect and I wonder if its worth it. All over one psycho (or 2? *thinks she should shut up*) and his goon followers. Families are going to be tattered, lives lost. It's that whole philosophical thing...though I never paid much attention in my philosophy class: what is an acceptable sacrifice (ie. lives, funds) to benefit the good of the whole?
Anyway, I digress. The following links are blog-windows into the lives of the two opposing sides. I feel more comfortable following the war this way rather than via the news. It feels more real rather than like a movie on tv. No G.I. Joe: the American Hero, no evil turbanned terrorist.
In one corner....wearing the sand-c
Have I mentioned...
...I was pretty upset that Charles Grigsby was the one voted off of American Idol last nite? I admit, his performance on Tuesday wasn't the best that I had seen him, but please don't tell me that Julia DeMato or Carmen "warbling gerbil" Rasmusen have been doing any better in this competition. At least Charles BROUGHT IT in the first round, you can't say that about Julia and Carmen. How can a girl who Simon critiqued as "terrible" make it to the 3rd round? Hm, I wonder how Julia feels having been consistently one of the bottom 3 during this whole competition. Your days are numbered, wench. I totally understand why all the girls were crying when Charles had to go...you just don't dismiss sweet kind guys like him. They simply don't deserve it. Alas, darling Charles, you were too sweet to deserve such cold treatment from America.
...Civic's another one of those kind dolls? He stopped by my agency today to drop of
Reality check
On our way to the Elephant & Castle for lunch, Daisy and I came across this "full-figured" woman.
She was wearing a slightly more polished, more professional version of the outfit I've been planning to wear on Saturday. Let me tell you, it was not pleasant being a witness to all the jiggling that was going on.
Normally, I feel a little victory within myself when I see women like her. Despite my size I feel that I carry my outfits well, with little (if any) negative response from the general public.
However, this time I had a moment of panic. What if I was deluding myself and I really was as hefty and as jiggly as this woman? I'd be the joke of the nightclub come Saturday if I stuck to my original outfit plans!
Feeling a need for a second opinion I let out a huge breath as we passed the woman. Code to Daisy for "did you witness the spectacle as well?"
"I know, huh? You pull off the look more than she ever could" (I
War...what is it good for?
So I don't educate myself about this war with all the available resources...but could it be possible that this war makes even less sense than me and my friends? (Name has been changed to protect the innocent)
Faboo LADI: Your dollar went up yesterday, I was pissed.
"Mijo": maybe because were about to get some new oil
Faboo LADI: perhaps, and that gives me further reason to be pissed, though
Faboo LADI: What if I liked your couch so I messed up your apartment just so I could claim the couch?
"Mijo": then id suicide bomb your momma!
Spring's the thing
It absolutely feels like spring, and I'll jump anyone who is in disagreement with me about that.
It is so liberating to walk down Stephen Ave. without the need of a coat. The sun is shining, the sky is clear. People are feeling gooooood these days.
Mind you, it was also a full moon recently, and that would explain those who are not feeling the spring fever.
Work was maddening. We've never had such bizarre irrational situations like we received today. Let's just leave it at that. Full moon, spoooooooo-kay.
But I'm one of the chipper spring bunnies. Bring it!
Perhaps Daisy is right again, sandals season has come in due time for my birthday celebration.
Who's this?
Your Daily Horoscope for March 18, 2003
Dear LEAH,
Love matters have been going very well for you recently, LEAH, but today you could find yourself alone, and unable to reach a current or potential romantic interest. This could bring about a first twinge of blues, which up until now seem to have passed you by. But don't waste time feeling down. Find something to distract you until your friend is able to come around and see you. Then you can have a little fun.
Oddly enough, I could see this pertaining to a certain someone...but I'm not feeling THAT bummed about it. Weirdness.
This sure isn't Dublin
Thanks to Daisy for getting my butt out and about today. I'm not usually one for St. Patty's Day events.
She met up with me after work. Her mission? St. Patrick's Day debauchery. Kudos to her for being such an optimistic sport...I felt like a stick in the mud. Visions of drunken fools and crazy fiddle melodies filled my head and my heart just wasn't into it all. First off she dragged me over to the James Joyce Pub. Cover there was 5 dollars and I wasn't willing to fork over 5 bucks to get in there. I've been there before and there was no way it was worth 5 dollars. Not saying it's not a nice place, but it's not worth paying to get into.
Even though I was whining about not liking beer and blah blah blah I dragged her along Stephen Avenue in the opposite direction towards Ceili's. I figured more people our age + less business suits = more fun for us. Apparently the Pennylane Entertainment Group (dang them!) ant
Bienvenido a Casa Sunny
Friday nite was a good turnout...noshies at Cactus Club Cafe with Sunflower, aqua angel , Daisy, and *gasp* Sunny!
Bellinis? You betcha. Sunny and aqua angel also got to indulge in the goodness that is Lava Flow.
Alas, I am impulsive. I had already said that I would join Sunflower and Daisy post Cactus Club to meet up with Bizkette at the Blind Monk. Unfortunately, when Sunny invited us to see her new house (well, not really new since she moved in November and alas I had not seen the place yet) all thoughts of Blind Monk flew out of my head and off I went to see the new Sunny abode.
I love her house. Well laid out, well planned. Her shower/tub has stone tiles, talk about classy! I may sound domestic, but I thought that bathroom was tres chic. Beautiful!
Although it was a new setting, when Sunny Boy, Aqua Boy, and Egghead got back from their night out it felt like the old days, and I loved that. Good times, good times.
We indoctrinated Daisy into
The word of the day, boys and girls...
Entry: impetuous
Function: adjective
Definition: unthinking
Synonyms: abrupt, ardent, eager, fervid, fierce, furious, hasty, headlong, hopped up, hurried, impassioned, impulsive, passionate, precipitant, precipitous, rash, rushing, spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment, sudden, swift, unbridled, unexpected, unplanned, unpremeditated, unreflecting, unrestrained, unthinking, vehement,
Concept: behavior (bad)
This is me, this is what I am.
*sings R. Kelly* I wish I wish I wish
So Sunflower's asking me for a wishlist for things I want for my birthday. I've never really been good at that sort of thing, I usually buy things I want as soon as I see it. I've got a little wishlist on the sidebar courtesy of Amazon...but this list in incomplete 'cuz I could only choose things that Amazon was willing to ship out to Canada...not that you couldn't get those things here in Canada. Anyway, here's some other things I've come across that I'd like. I know that some of you will be scratching your head at some of these, but I think my brother and others may be looking at this and pool together and get something. I never know.
George Foreman grill or similarly-functioning full-contact grill
a bagless vaccuum cleaner
that satin nightie at La Senza that reads "I could be good but...I want to be bad." (Note: It's dirt cheap right now, I just couldn't bring myself to buying it
Cool off
aqua angel's latest post has me feening for a girls' nite out. There's just something about being attention-whores with your closest pals that is an absolute must on occasion. Mind you, this can also lead to trouble. But trouble can be fun, right?
I know we've had to save Bizkette a couple of times. To this day, though, I can't really say for sure whether or not she wanted saving on those occasions.
So I'm just going to speak for myself. I know that I come across as the lil girl in the group who's always helpless and needs saving. Not sure how I got that reputation, but I play it up sometimes. It's funny what friends will do for you, funny yet flattering.
The scene: Aurora. The best nightlife in Banff in my humble opinion. But who's ever mistaken me for humble?
The time: Canada Day long weekend (July) of 2002
The players (or would it be playettes?): Daisy, SunMoon , and I. To give credit where credit is due, aqua angel
Timing is everything
Ok, on to something of more substance.
I have a score to settle with Los Angeles. Didn't get enough of the city my first time there, so a second visit is imperative.
Air Canada is having a summer seat sale, the US dollar relative to the Canadian dollar is going down, I'm a travel agent now. All these facts are dancing in front of my eyes in a chorus line, singing "Come to LA, the city beckons you."
You know? It's really looking affordable, not that I could afford Puerto Rico this summer anyway (plus, I want to plan PR with the phases of the moon, but I'll explain that someday in another post) A lil vacation away from it all is totally do-able.
And I'd get to meet Mijo after all these years, and his friend and his brother. Hell, if I went at the right time I could even meet some bloggers if they didn't mind.
"What is this dangfangled 'blorgy' you young whippersnappers are talking about?"
Yeah I know,
Pardon all the blog babble
Holy crap, doth my eyes deceive me? The weather websites are telling me that it is +9C outside right now, at 20 minutes to midnight!
They better not be jiving me. I swear to you, if I head out to work tomorrow and it's freezing out someone's going to have to pay.
Is anyone else out there having a Meesh withdrawal? My blogroll played a trick on me last nite, claiming that she (Meesh) had updated her blog finally after almost 3 months of nothing. So I go there and there's nothing new. Man! She needs to blog. I've already read her entire archives section, that's pretty dang sad.
I have the best lil brother in the world. From offering to get me hockey tix for my birthday, when we all know I have no real reason to go to the game other than to get an Iginla puck on "Iginla Puck Night" to having the phattest taste in clothes *choked with pride at my sibling protege of sorts* my baby brother rocks!
He'll make some gi
Hippies
Yeah, Jesus Christ Superstar was kinda hippie-kitsch...but this song is one of my fave Broadway songs of all time. Don't ask me to sing it 'cuz it doesn't do the song justice.
I Don't Know How To Love Him
I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed, yes really changed
In these past few days
When I've seen myself
I seem like someone else
I don't know how to take this
I don't see why he moves me
He's a man, he's just a man
And I've had so many men before
In very many ways he's just one more
Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love, let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this
What's it all about?
Don't you think it's rather funny
I should be in this position?
I'm the one who's always been
So calm so cool, no lover's fool
Running every show
He scares me so
I never thought I'd come to this
Omg omg omg!
Thanks to Daisy and her mom for giving me the heads up...Miss Saigon and Jesus Christ Superstar are coming to Calgary! Augh! This is a crazy Broadway-filled year for me!
I don't want to come across as some kind of religious freak. Personally, I think a lot of people would enjoy Jesus Christ Superstar. Have you seen the movie? It is messed up . Yeah, making a rock opera back in the day creates a product much like that. Anyway, Andrew Lloyd Webber's musicals all seem kind of kitschy like that.
But oh man, Miss Saigon! I've wanted to see that for years. Years! I was so jealous when it toured in Edmonton and not here. I went into Miss Saigon overload when I was younger, playing the piano score like a fiend, listening to the soundtrack non-stop. I can't wait to see it live!
"A song
Played on a solo saxophone
A crazy sound
A lonely sound
A cry that tells us love goes on and on
Played on a solo saxophone
It's telling me
To h
Whoosh, over my head
So I had my 6 month follow up at the Tom Baker Cancer Centre today. Did the cancer dentist thing, the lung x-ray thing, and the checkup with my oncologist thing. (I'm still not sure if that's the right word.)
Again, I didn't get to see Dr. A during the dental consultation. I'm always disappointed when that happens. Dr. A reminds me of Jerry Seinfeld, yet he sooo knows what he's doing. Alas, no Dr. Jerry Seinfeld for me today.
Lung x-ray was swift. In. Out. Done. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
What threw me off was my oncologist visit. Where was Dr. M? Instead I got a Dr. W, whom I've never met in my whole canceriffic life. What's this dood doing here? Does he know my history? Apparently not 'cuz he just went through my whole file letting me know how the past year has been. Like I wasn't there when all of it happened! Dumbfounded yet again, couldn't think of any questions to ask. Even if I had had questi
My hair ought to have its own act in Vegas.
My hair appears to be having an identity crisis.
This morning as I entered the bathroom I looked at my hair. I looked like the scary girl from the Ring. Spoo-kay.
As I stepped out of the shower I again looked at my hair. Hmm, it resembles that of a non-descript bikini model. And, uh, that's where the similarities end.
This afternoon as I entered the washroom at work I looked at my hair. This time around it looked like Aaliyah in the old school days.
"If your girl only knew that you were wanting to kick it with me, what would she do? If your girl could only see that you be calling me, getting fresh with me.
She'd probably leave you alone. She'd probably curse you out and unplug the phone. And I bet she'd be glad that you was gone, 'cuz then she wouldn't have to worry."
At the Copa, Copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana
Mijo really wants to go to Cuba. It's all he ever talks about. It's a shame that he's American. That makes it so much more difficult to get into Cuba than if you were, say, Canadian like myself. Ha!
Anyway, he needs to stop that. I mean, cease and desist all this Cuba talk right now . The more he talks about Cuba this and Cuba that the more I want to go. Not that I didn't want to go to Cuba as it is, but at least I had that urge under control. Frigging bad influence boy.
And I've got a friend having some crappy days over in Guana. I'm so tempted to just cruise or fly over to San Juan so I can ferry on over to Guana and cheer her up a bit. Yeah yeah, I have ulterior motives up the wazoo. Really I just want to get to San Juan, visiting with my friend and helping her smile is just a bonus. Nobody ever said I was altruistic.
Puerto Rico to me is like what Cuba is to Mijo. Except that I'm
Another year
I'm just over 2 weeks away from becoming another year older. Man, I know age is just a number but I don't like these bigger digits.
When I was an itty bitty girl, I imagined I'd be married with kids (or at least a kid) by now. The plan was to graduate from university, marry the guy I fell in love with at the university, and have my first baby before...well, let's just say that deadline's been missed.
Lana's sort of my baby substitute. She's my best friend's little girl, of course, but I still get to spoil her and have fun with her and everything. Actually, there are a lot of baby substitutes all around me thanks to this crazily expanding family of mine. Always makes for good times.
On the opposite end of the life spectrum, I also realized it's been over a week since my one year anniversary of the surgery that forever changed my life. I can't remember the exact date I got the diagnosis although I could always look it up.
For 2 years and up
I was privy to knowledge that 2 long-term couples that I sort of know have just up and broken up. One is a co-worker and her boy of 3+ years, and the other is a really good friend with his girl of 2.5 years.
This kind of turns mine and SunMoon's long-term relationship theory on its side.
Not to sound like scientists, but after we broke down all the information we've gathered from experiences and other peoples' experiences and peoples' dating experiences that have been relayed to us, we realized that a lot of the relationships we knew about had a trial run of 2 years.
People are cool with one year, but when you get to that 24th month things all of a sudden heat up, things need more definition and neither party notices this. Perhaps, all of a sudden you have one partner feeling blah about the relationship. Key question here is: where does each partner see the relationship on the 25th month?
Yeah, 2 years. Some people freak and run for the hil
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
I wish Sepi wasn't taking a blogging hiatus right now. I think she would've been proud of me(?)
aqua angel , Daisy, Bizkette, and I were adventurous lil chicas last nite. On a curious urge, I suggested Cafe Mediterranean downtown. I had read an article about them serving up "sheesha" and the way they described it, it sounded a lot like the hookah Miss Sepi has been talking about and that I've seen on elimiDATE a couple of times. I later learned that sheesha is the Egyptian term for the hookah, same thing.
We ate like lil queens...it was crazy. First we had the mozza platter which was basically an appetizer sampler (always Daisy's order of choice, no matter where we are) and it came with some vine leaves, baba ghannoush, hummas, and falafel. I wasn't a big fan of the vine leaves, but I loved the baba ghanny. It's some sort of egplant dip. I adore eggplant.
I also had Matee tea. It's not Arabic (the
Chew on this
Alas, I meant to report about this at least a week ago, but it never became a priority. And now the time has come to take advantage of the opportunities and I never even gave any of you the heads up!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm talking about Downtown Dining Week. A glorious 10 days between the 7th and 16th of this month where we can sample some of the finest dining our city has to offer at a better price.
When else will you get a 3 course dinner at Catch for 30 dollars? Precisely my point.
Now, for all the details, please go here . Though to whet your appetites I'll give you most of the rundown right here. However, you must make a reservation with the restaurant of your choice to take advantage of Dining Week specials. Go to that link above for addresses, if you don't know them, and the phone numbers to make your reservations.
Alright, let's break this down. 50 restaurants in and around the downtown core, all offering a set menu of appetizers, en
Cha-ching!
You know, this new-fangled concept of retail therapy is not all it's cracked up to be.
Daisy came to visit for lunch and my Lenten resolve was tested already. I had a Big Mac and iced tea. Well played out, I think. So after lunch I figured I deserved a shopping treat. Then again, every single day I always manage to "deserve" a shopping treat, but today cost a tad more. I figured I'd pick up some more Victoria's Secret tights, 'cuz they're very practical for the weather we've been having and I love how they feel on.
So did I end up with my tights? Yes. So that's good, right? Not exactly. I wandered around before I even got to the hosiery department 'cuz there were a few things in fragrances and cosmetics I wanted to check out. FYI: That new Alfred Sung fragrance, Sha, stinks like a rat that's been run through the washing machine...if there could even be such a smell. I'm highly disappointed since I'm a huge
Simon says
Alright, you all know that I would have to say something about last night's American Idol results.
Simon, you dumb twit beyond any comprehension! Why on this good green Earth would you bring that warbling gerbil Carmen into the top 12??! You deserve a swift knee to the nuts.
My brother and I swore up and down that the 4 moving on would be, without a doubt, Kimberly Caldwell, Clay Aiken, (despite his funny face, he's still an audience favorite), Trenyce, and Chip Days. But when Simon brought in Carmen my brother and I completely blanched. He was messing with the master plan!
So this brought it down to either Chip Days and Clay Aiken, in our opinion. As much as I loved Chip's song style and all I pretty much knew it was over for him. I would've given anything for America to prove me wrong. Of course, they stuck true to my gut instincts and now poor Chip is gone.
Ah well. Carmen will be out in the first round and it will have been a total waste of
Give it up
When I was young I really didn't understand why we had to give things up for Lent. It just seemed unfair to have to deny myself something I really enjoyed. For over a month, no less! And in the end my reward for my self-restraint was a chocolate bunny and one of those great chocolate eggs with your name written on it. All hollow. I don't know what it is, but I looooove hollow chocolate.
But now I'm older, and wiser(?) I don't consider myself a die-hard Catholic, but I do take comfort in believing that there is a greater being somewhere out there taking care of us and throwing us some curve-balls just to keep life hopping. It's nice to think that everything falls into a bigger plan. There's a reason I've been given all that I've been given, the good and the bad. And it's just as nice to give something back...'cuz really you benefit yourself as well when you give. Or I guess what you give during Lent is more of what you give
Going back in time
Quick recap of last weekend 'cuz, uh, yeah, we're almost at next weekend already.
Friday: Open Sesame was completely packed with people all trying to be trendy-cool, depriving me and my siblings of getting a table within 2 hours let alone using our gift certificate. Ended up at Luciano's instead. Yum yum yummy seafood linguini. Saw Cradle 2 The Grave, which as you all know I absolutely loved...despite its lack of originality.
Saturday: Daisy, bless her lil heart, accompanied me to Burger Inn 'cuz I was having a craving. I think it was all this talk about that dang-fangled awful awful that did me in for a Burger Inn fix. Sure, it's considerably more money than that burger in Reno, even with the Canadian - US dollar exchange rate, and it's definitely not a half pound of fries (though the burger I had was half a pound, yikes, never realized) but it's sooooo good. I demand a showdown between the Burger Inn and this awful awful.
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright in the forest of the night
Perhaps I missed my calling. All this animal mating stuffs amuses me. I should become the Dr. Ruth of the animal kingdom, only younger, more vivacious, and with better hair and clothes.
For some reason my dad was watching a documentary on tigers last night. It always amazes me when he watches the Discovery Channel and the like, I don't know why. He watches a lot more TV to enrich his mind than I ever could.
So I sat down and watched with him for a bit. Those tigers, such interesting critters.
And they're really efficient, too! Did you know that mommy tigers have a gestation period of only 3 months? Can you imagine if we were only pregnant for 3 months? That hardly makes for a very long maternity leave. Not to mention how are you supposed to get the nursery ready in 12 measly weeks? And schedule in that Lamaze class? Get clothes for the baby? Can you even fathom how quickly our bellies would swell?
Even qu
Trolls
Evil blog comment-eating trolls are up to their old tricks again. This time they ate Joe's, Sunflower's, Kool Keith's, and Sepi's comments. Who knows when those trolls will spit them back out. Actually, I think Sepi personally fed her comments to the trolls. So hers is no worry, but of course everyone else, when you really want to drop a comment, the trolls go and eat it up.
A dream is a wish your heart makes
I had the strangest dream a couple of nights ago. But first, some background info.
There was this one guy back in high school, we'll call him ShyGuy. He was a year ahead of me but we were in the senior choir together. I'd say he was the strong silent type. First impressions would lead you to believe that he's a shy one. However, once you get to know him, or even just observe how people relate to him, you'd realize he wasn't shy at all. Quiet, yes, shy, no. I didn't really talk to him much, but whenever I did I could tell right away that he was a super guy, and that's why everyone thought he was so great. Anyway, let me move on with this. Not only is he a great guy, but he was an amazing musician. He was part of our vocal ensemble (a smaller, more fantabulous subgroup of our senior choir) and I was always amazed at how quickly he could pick up a whole tune on the piano, harmonies and all, completely by ear. Re