Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Season's Greetings!

"Hi, my name is Leah and I'm..." I came across this site a little while back. (Alright, I admit the fact that it had those 3 magical letters -- nyc -- piqued my interest.) At first I thought it was overindulgent feminist stuff...complaining about piggish men everywhere. But the more I read it I ended up finding some entertaining stories. Not only that, but I could relate. My encounter with Mr. Iraqi would definitely fit in with that blog. To this day Daisy still asks me to re-count his "exact" words to me. Even if I could forget them she has me repeat them so often it would never escape my mind. Ah well, always good for a laugh. :) The guy who hit on me during my days as the "Beanie Baby girl." He'd definitely rank with the guys on that site. So many ridiculous stories. So many ridiculous guys. And a couple of days this week there has been this guy at the base of the staircase outside the station where I jump off for work. He didn't

Holiday hoopla I'm proud to say I did not exploit the mall's insanely late Friday night shopping hours. I was in and out of there by 9:15, only 15 minutes past their normal closing time. However, that also means that I did not finish my shopping. The big problem with shopping in a very popular mall is that the things you want are all sold out or selection is severely lacking. So tomorrow (I swear that's it, it's tomorrow or never) I'm headed to one of the city's less busy malls to finish up my shopping. It's what I should have done right from the beginning...except that it is completely out of my way. Saturday was my company Christmas party. As irony would have it my Christmas present was a 50 dollar gift card to my previous employer. Yeesh. But hey, 50 dollars is something. Me and my colleagues never bothered going to our Christmas party with the old company and there you were lucky if your name was drawn for a 10 dollar scarf. I found out my cow

Slowly but surely... ...the Christmas shopping is getting done. My hours at work don't make it very easy for me. I stopped by downtown Wednesday night since they were on the way and holiday hours are until 9. Did a little more online. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get most of it done after work since the malls are open till 11. As much as I love shopping, I can't believe how the shops close later and later each year around this time. I'll bet there'll be 24-hour mall holiday hours before I die. It's already disgusting that they'll be open till 11 on a Sunday . Not even just from a religious standpoint, just that people need a break. Come on, now. But on the flipside I shouldn't complain either since these late hours are working to my benefit. How disgusting is that? It's people like me that help the malls justify keeping open so late. I found a satin bustier, pink, during my shopping on Wednesday. It thrills me to no end since it's part of

Just give me 15 minutes One night the other week my parents decided to finally get everyone organized for photos to send out with our Christmas cards. I whipped downstairs and did my makeup and had started to do my hair when they called me back upstairs (we're pretty low maintenance, it doesn't take us long to get ready). Shoot! Only one side of my hair was done! So in all the pictures I'm angled to one side. Haha. At least it's my good side. This started the typical pleading from my mom. "Why can't you fix your hair more often? At least put powder everyday before work...you look pretty that way." I'm not going to argue with her. I do feel a lot snazzier when I bother to deal with my hair and makeup. I just can't push myself to spend those extra waking minutes dolling myself up. But maybe if I did I'd entice more interesting guys than mg2.0. Haha. So for everyone else who has a lot of photo sessions to do this holiday season, a few ti

Be a sport Great weekend! Two wonderful games in a row. First my darling Flames beat Ottawa and then today Weird Kid and the Phenoms beat out Sovereign. Also last night the Usual Suspects got together for our gift exchange. Civic was MIA since we weren't heading out till late (Latina and her hubby were watching the hockey game at her parents' house...meaning we wouldn't leave our respective houses until 10:30 or so). They gave Daisy and I gorgeous collage frames of each of us at their wedding. What a thoughtful present! Since our northern colleague wasn't meeting up with us we decided to stay south and ended up at the Bull and Finch. Picture me with my Chambord Royale martini and a plate of poutine. It just cries out "class," no? :) Everytime I figure mg2.0 has gotten the hint he comes right back. He called me at work again this past Friday asking if I had time to spend with him this weekend. Honestly! I wasn't at my friendliest when he called;

Try hard It's Thursday which means FFWD Weekly comes out in the city. It's a free paper that comes out in the city talking about what's going on around here. Movie listings, restaurant reviews, concert listings, it's all there. There's one particular section in their classifieds that I love called "I Saw You." Much like the TLFs (Three Lines Free) they publish in the U of C Gauntlet (another weekly publication) they're for people just wanting to rant a bit for free. I always imagine that someday I'll see one printed up about me (vain, I know, haha) just like how my friends gave me a birthday TLF way back in the day. Anyway, a couple of months ago I was on the train reading FFWD when I noticed this cutie looking me down and smiling. I wasn't sure what his deal was, but I was flattered and I looked up once in a while and kept catching his eye. Yay me! Haha. Anyway, I didn't do anything about it and neither did he but I figured it wo

Aaaaand breathe It's allllll good. He messed up when he did my test so no results could be found conclusive. Thank. God. I'm on Alesse, haha. Or at least I will be by month's end. Not thinking, I had assumed he'd just write me up a prescription and then I could just get it filled whenever things "pick up." But it makes sense that I have to try it out before he writes me up a script, to see how my body takes to it and such. It feels kind of dumb taking it with no real motivation for using it. Oh well. Finally had my piercing looked over. As I figured, everything's alright. Did some more Christmas shopping. Slowly, but surely, everything's getting done. Today didn't feel so hectic, shopper-wise. Wal-Mart had no lineups at their tills! Dare I say it...shopping is starting to feel good again. A part of the season that I'm missing: Merry Mandarin. When Civic and I were wandering around downtown Friday night I picked one up at the Jug

Day off Tomorrow's my day off, but everyone knows that days off don't really exist. It's the only time when I can catch up on the rest of my affairs. Ridiculous. Part of my to-do list is my "conversation" with my doctor tomorrow regarding which "pill" or other form I should take. I thought it'd be fairly straightforward, but his receptionist called me this morning regarding one of my tests from my physical last week. Apparently the results came back from the lab saying I should take the test again in 3 months. I asked the receptionist if there was something wrong with my results but all she said was that it was the note attached to my results. So my imagination ran wild again. How ironic that I'm looking into methods to keep me from getting pregnant and (worst comes to worst) it turns out I will never conceive my own child, anyway. Must think positive. I'm sure if it was really bad my doctor would have called me in. And besides, I c

The return of mg2.0? I guess I had spoken too soon about mg2.0 giving up on me. Or maybe he's given up on me now , I can't really tell. He tried calling me on Tuesday but I was headed into a tunnel so I didn't even try picking it up. He called again the next morning and left a voicemail asking me to give him a call. AND THEN he even called me at work (I really don't like that.) and left a voicemail there. It's simple enough to find my number at work, you don't have to be really clever. I understand that. But just because it's public knowledge doesn't mean you should use it, you know? Anyway, so I returned his call, kept it short and sweet, and that's all I've got for you for now. Who knows what he was expecting but I'm really not in the mood for humoring a new date at this point. Unless he comes through with a hockey game. :)

Are you ready? Sounds like Ang has already been knocked down this season. I have not gotten a flu shot, but I've never bothered with a flu shot before. They say this year's going to be a toughie, but don't they always say that? I think I'll take my chances, I rarely get sick. *knock on wood* What about the cold? I took my down puffy jacket out of the closet on Monday and I don't regret it. I thought I would look like a rookie Calgarian dressing so warmly so soon, but with the windchill factor out there I'm glad I've got my cuddly snuggly jacket. I don't care if it makes me look massive. I'm warm. How about Christmas shopping? I did a bit on Monday...wandered around Uptown. There had been a shirt Civic and I came across at Purr that I thought my brother would adore, but of course all the stores are closed by the time we hit Uptown Friday nights. I contemplated grabbing a hot chocolate at Caffe Beano but we had just had our fix on the Frid