Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Generally speaking So my generalizations, as is expected, come back to bite me in the butt. Ang came to the defense of couples everywhere after my "observation" that couples I've been encountering lately can't really schmooze with other people. And for the most part the couples in my dance class are starting to loosen up and mingle...or if they weren't into that they have since stopped showing up and never enrolled for the class. There are still a few that haven't warmed up to the group, however. For instance, which is usually typical, there are more ladies signed up for my class than men. Our second class was a miracle, really, since there was a male student for every female student. But our third class had a real deficit in testosterone. So to solve this situation our instructor encourages to form dancing "molecules" as he calls them: one male practicing alternately with two ladies. Most guys don't have a problem with this, but apparen...

And another thing... While I love love LOVE children, I've finally accepted the fact that I'm not ready to go there right now either. And I realized that just this past week with my family gone. It's been much too quiet with them gone. And it's been pretty blah just me and my grandma at home. But because she's home alone for so long during the day when I'm at work and such I feel obligated to hang out at home at night. That has included the weekend too, so far. Though we're trying to find a happy medium by getting some aunts over on the weekends to keep her company with their late night hardcore mah jong sessions. So I can still have time to unwind with my friends on the weekends and not have to rush home right after work/dance class. I felt so guilty on Sunday when I came home from the Jordan Knight concert at Tantra. (Yay, Jordan! Heehee.) His show ended later than I anticipated and I got home an hour later than what I had told my grandma. Norma...

Hello caller, you're on the air (or something to that effect) Reynold comments on my previous post : "You have evaded the Bigger Picture however, are you concern about your present situation, do you see yourself married, explore the inner you and then speak to us." So let's explore this. When I was a little girl I always knew I'd get married and have kids. The "plan" was to get married out of university and kids promptly thereafter. Well...my university graduation came and went and there wasn't anyone in the picture so that "plan" kind of died. And now we're going on 5 years since graduation. Does it concern me? Not really. As I've said before, I'm not going to actively go on the hunt because I think that is forced/unnatural. It's just not my time yet, that's all. But make no mistake, I DO see myself getting married. Or at the very least I do see myself with kids. Is that wrong? I'm sure there will be word...

Forget peer pressure, elder pressure is insane I guess it was bound to happen. Me and the mini-familia are next up on the docket for all the marriage/children blah-di-blah. We noticed it on Christmas Eve. Watching Lana open her presents my grandma commented on how she was getting big now and that soon we'd need a new baby around to take over the cute duties. Then she got on Spidermonkey's case about finding a girl to marry so he could have kids and carry on his family name (he's an only child.) So weird that she'd rag on Spidermonkey and not her own grandchildren. Then numerous relatives teased Weird Kid before he left last weekend...telling him to find a nice Filipina to bring back home and marry. Oy vey. I thought I was flying under the radar. Here was all the family, piling the pressure on those younger than me to get married and make babies...until my grandaunt came over to visit. Grandaunt(GA): Leah, how old are you now? Leah: I'm 26. GA: Oh, you are on...

And then there were four. My dad and Weird Kid left for Manila today. Thursday my mom and Baby Sis will follow suit. It turns out my grandma will be here to keep me company at home, not that we get around to talking a whole lot. I had asked her if she wanted to go to Toronto to visit my uncle while the rest of the family was away since I'm gone for so much of the day but instead she just asked around the family circle for visitors/lola-sitters to provide companionship during the daytime. I cried. Weird Kid's response: "Oh geez, Le, why do you have to start?" My dad can never deal with seeing me cry. So my teddy-bear father with the tough outer shell got choked up in reaction. But what I didn't expect was Weird Kid tearing up a little, too. Man, my family is a bunch of saps. :) And they always teased me for being the over-emotional one. I'm sure Weird Kid is getting a good rest on the flight right now. He never fails to sleep on planes, whereas I have ...

It's in the air I'm going to try this whole "blogging-via-email" thing. I realize it's not revolutionary, but I've always blogged the old-fashioned way by signing into Blogger and writing/posting from there. I have a tiny...crush, I guess you could call it, on this guy on the C-Train. It's all due to his cologne. It's my favorite cologne. There aren't very many guys out there who wear it and it makes it all the more special when I get a whiff of it around. Much like those cheesy Axe Effect commercials. He's not always on the train with me, but it's a treat when he's there. I get all giddy-like. I've stalked right behind him on the escalators (yes, he gets off at the same station as me). Mmm, he smells so nice. And as a bonus he's not very hard on the eyes. :) My whole family is headed to the Philippines shortly. Without me. Everyone knows I don't do well with an empty house. They'll be gone for a month. How am I going...

Spread the word I had a day off today and this morning my parents and my siblings took me, the last to "convert" in my family, to Ceragem . My godparents had raved about it to my parents, who in turn went to check it out with baby sis in tow. The next day the three of them brought Weird Kid and my grandma with them, and now I was the last to experience this wonder machine. The deal is, you sit and listen to them psyche you up for your Ceragem experience for about 10 minutes or so and then off you scurry to your respective Ceragem beds. (As the whole spiel was going on I watched an older man as he lay on his Ceragem, the heating console on his crotch the entire time. I prayed that I didn't have to use his bed next. My wish was granted.) As my brother pointed out to me beforehand, it kind of feels like a cult: all these Ceragem fanatics full of enthusiasm and craving their time with the Ceragem Master. But I suppose it's a small price to pay to get to lie down ...

All-in Hope you all survived the holidays. It's amazing, isn't it? It doesn't matter how much work you put into preparing for Christmas and New Year's, it doesn't compare to how much energy goes into just enduring the holidays. Somedays we were visiting/entertaining 3 different families at 3 different times. And then the poker! Us "kids" went into a poker frenzy. Till 6 in the morning, 4 in the morning, day after day after day. And the food! *groans* If you don't eat it now, or send it home with your visitors, you have to eat it tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. And then of course when you visit other houses, they send food home with you. It never ends! My first post of 2006, and I can't think of anything more clever to say. :) It was a pretty quiet NYE. Daisy and I had tickets for Limerick's, but I ended up at Spydermonkey's house with no way to get out and meet up with her so the tickets became a write-off. I'm ...