Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Bachelor no. 1: If I were an Oreo cookie... I just don't get it. I went out with one guy and I behaved one way. I go out on a date with another guy and it's like I'm a completely different person! It's a total Dr Jekyll and Ms Hyde thing going on (except, you know, not hideously ugly and violent). Why can't I be the same "Leah" with both of the guys? Am I being fake with one and sincere with the other? It doesn't feel like it! *checks herself* Will the real Leah please stand up? What makes it even more sad is that I wish I could be the second version of me when I'm around the first guy. Truth be told guy A was my favorite. Still is (especially the more I meet other guys). Guy B...well, I know what he's about. I don't want to keep up that kind of relationship. But then why am I a more fun Leah when I'm with him? Am I in denial about which guy I really "click" with? Truth be told I shouldn't even bother choosing

A rose by any other name... Remember Gagandeep? I know this is going to sound racist any way you look at it but...surely they realize how their names come across on an English tongue, right? I know it's a cultural pride sort of thing...but seriously. Today the siblings and I were at a local retail giant (how's that for obscure?) and met a young man working the customer service end of things. His name? Hardon No lie. If only his name was hyphenated. And in relation to Gagandeep: what if Hardon had a surname such as Mandeep or something? Alright, I'm seriously crossing a line here, I know, but surely a surname such as Mandeep is not completely unlikely. It's wrong to make fun of his name, I know, I know. But can you imagine the kind of customer comment cards you could write? "Your Hardon is excellent." "I wish all staff I have encountered were as impressive as your Hardon." "I would highly recommend your Hardon to all my friends." Al

"All in!" I've never bet all in on a poker game before, but there's always a first time for everything. Last night we had our annual staff party and he was there again. Him. The cuuuute software rep that flies in from Toronto every year just to join us. And dare I say he remembered me! *swoon* But then again, I guess that's his job. :) Also in attendance was my favorite cougar in the whole wide world. Yay! Unfortunately, "networking" did not work out so well. So there I was, schmoozing with the reps and my colleagues when I spotted my favorite cougar (we'll call her FC) and worked my way over to her to say Hello. I had not seen her in a couple of months. They had re-zoned her area and she was no longer our rep. I missed her visits...she's so funny. Turns out that our new rep had a family emergency and ta-da, FC was there to take her place for the evening. As luck would have it, FC and the hottie rep were together chatting with some of m

Salsation! My crew of future salsa fiends has expanded to a group of three! Now we have 2 salseras and uno salsero ! Yuppers, Flag Girl, Civic and I have taken up another salsa course. I know Flag Girl already caught the bug during the last course but hopefully now that we have a guy to practice with we can move on from the beginner level and on to new and sassier things! Last week was the salsa drop-in class and it was so nice to be back in the studio regardless of the redundancy of the material being taught. This way Civic could give it a try without really committing to anything though I figured he wouldn't bow out. I miss all the other dancers and our fabulous instructor...just that whole salsa vibe going on. It was so great to be there once again. Unfortunately, this time around I don't get my favorite instructor, but the lady instructor is just as good...it just takes a minute to get used to different teaching styles. And grandpa salsa was back to help out! Dare I

Jumpstart I'm hoping to get more blogness going on in here. I do miss writing. The past two nights I spent moonwalking through my blog. I was notified of a new comment but could not see where it was posted. So, me being the overly curious sort went on a thorough search for it. I reversed myself all the way to September 2002 and did not find it anywhere. And then lo and behold it was on my very latest post. Go figure. :) But it did get me reminiscing a lot. A lot has happened in the years I've had Bellini-induced Brain Freeze. It makes me feel good that, although my life isn't quite where I expected it to be by this point (ie. travelling, children, etc.) I have still accumulated my fair share of stories. My writing is a lot more stilted now than it used to be and that saddens me. Yes, my stories were verbose but I felt they represented me a whole lot better than the shorter memos I've been posting. I'd really like to change that. That, and I miss all the c