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"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
*sigh* Enough time has passed that I think I can mention this without getting all melodramatic. I acted on the dream I had - for once, put myself on the line (which was new and refreshing, but still) -- and got hurt. I am hurt. It's going to suck for a while, I'm sure, but I don't regret making myself vulnerable like that. I think I've masked myself for too long now. And, twisted as it may seem, it's nice to know that I can be sad. Plus, it wasn't just the one incident because getting hurt has moved me to reach out to my friends. I'm sharing my feelings. Whodathunkit? Maybe the "aloof, unavailable ice queen" is thawing out. :) So long as I don't turn into a chronic sob-story, that's all I'm asking.
Ordinary People It's been a while since I've posted lyrics in here. Now there's two in a row. Being a piano student for so long, I still appreciate those who create lovely music with just a keyboard (but as always I'm biased...more Alicia Keys, Stevie Wonder, NO Diana Krall) That being said, I love this song. It's in my personal life soundtrack and will always bring back memories. Ordinary People by John Legend from Get Lifted (2004) Girl, I'm in love with you But this ain't the honeymoon We've passed the infatuation phase We're right in the thick of love At times we get sick of love It seems like we argue every day I know I misbehaved And you made your mistakes And we've both still got room left to grow And though love sometimes hurts I still put you first And we'll make this thing work But I think we should take it slow We're just ordinary people We don't know which way to go Cause we're ordinary people Maybe we should take
Think Twice... Alright, if you've known me for quite a while now you ought to know that I love Groove Armada. Aural sex. Right. A lot of their songs sound like great "sexy" songs...a different position maybe, more passionate one song, maybe more savoring/exploring in another. Anyway... Think Twice... popped up on my iPod on the way home today. I'm ashamed to admit I forgot about this song for a while. It was one of my favorites for the longest time. Initially, I thought I would want this song played at my funeral, as morbid as that sounds. Except that the lyrics get pretty cheesy and weak near the end. Plus, if people stopped to listen to the lyrics they might think I died bitter, which I am avoiding at all costs. Despite the lyrics ruining it in the end I've always imagined it'd be a good song for sex. Sex. Death. There must be a reason why the French call an orgasm "le petit mort." When I listen to it I can imagine exactly what I'm
Youth, poof Friday night started pleasantly enough. I was in very good company right out of work...and the Flames were holding their own...and then the evening turned into one big mess after that. Dinner didn't last very long but I suppose that's alright. It was nice enough just to even have the time to get together. Afterwards I headed for Daisy's place to catch the rest of the game. But by the time I had arrived the game was over and we had lost :( One of those few occasions where my iPod mini just doesn't do enough for me. No radio. Who ever thought I'd need radio?! The Redhead had called inviting me and my crew (which would be Daisy, Flag-girl wasn't feeling well) to the Roadhouse. Good God, the Roadhouse. (Rumor has it the Roadhouse is the easiest place in the city to obtain crack cocaine...not that I would know first-hand.) They all know I hate that place, but I'm a trouper. Seeing as I was outnumbered I came with, but not without a bit of
Mish-Mash The Flames just keep on winning. It's so hot! As if I can't stress it enough, I <3 Iggy. :) ( Ang , keep BF away from the 'Dome! Haha.) Last month I finally got around to picking up a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden at the bookstore. As I get deeper into it I am absolutely falling in love with this book! I'm not sure what I can say about it other than it's poetic and gorgeous. The Motorcycle Diaries (I picked it up at the same time) by Ernesto "Che" Guevara was poetic as well, but it didn't have the same effect as Memoirs of a Geisha. And now I find out, though maybe I knew this from a while ago and just failed to remember, that Memoirs of a Geisha is turning into a movie. I wasn't sure how I felt about this at first. This book is so vivid in my mind I couldn't imagine how any movie could do it in any justice...and I was afraid they would botch it up. But I took a look at the trailer and I must admit I'
Seeing color Your Power Color Is Red-Orange At Your Highest: You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth. At Your Lowest: You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked. In Love: You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve. How You're Attractive: You are very affectionate and inspire trust. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Respected?" What's Your Power Color? I don't know if I like the color, but the description is so me right now.
Baby boom My family has done it again...everything comes in 2s or 3s. November 9, my cousin gave birth to her first child, a baby boy. 7 pounds, 13 ounces. I can't wait to meet the little guy. November 11 at 3am, my aunt gives birth to her second child and my godson's new baby brother. And it keeps going and going and going...
Group hug When I was a young girl I typed out this huge long list, with quirky fonts for each point, of 100 reasons why Posie was my best friend and I slipped it in with her Christmas present. She then returned the favor, and topped it, with 101 reasons why I was her best friend when my birthday came around. Sure it was cheesy but hey, even today thinking about those lists always makes me smile. Nowadays, with work and just plain old growing up, there isn't as much time to get together. There are a lot of days in between when we get to talk or see each other. Deep down I still see her as one of my best friends but from an outsider's point of view her and I must not appear very close to one another. I see Daisy and the Usual Suspects more often than I see Posie, and she goes out with A-Girl more often than her and I get together. Maybe you could say we're no longer a major force in one another's lives but I think we've just settled into the comforting notion th
Flight Despite having avoided horror movies for years now, my imagination still gets the best of me and I spook easily. Maybe even more easily now than ever. I can't explain it. Halloween night some past coworkers of mine and I decided to go out and have some fun in costume. They had mentioned heading to Project X but I was hoping they would think of something less scary to do. But they're big fans of the spooky side of Halloween so I was held hostage in the car. Just hearing the "scary" music as we approached the complex creeped me out. Me being a big baby my coworkers volunteered to "protect" me, one on each side, while I clung to their arms needily. As we walked the path to the first part of the evening's experience a grim reaper-type stood sombrely a little ways ahead of us. Seeing as we had not entered into the actual buildings yet I just assumed he was a guide to let us know where to go. But no! All of a sudden he bolted towards us full spe
Fight Saturday was the Monster Ball and despite all our planning and inviting only 4 of us went: Daisy, myself, Latina, and Flag-girl. We were an adorable set, with Daisy as a seductive chic witch (in one of my dresses :) just had to point that out), Latina as a smoking devil, Flag-girl as one of Gunther's Sunshine Girls, and me as a cop. I couldn't find my guns, though. :( The Monster Ball was held at ArtCentral , a fairly new art gallery downtown. While I'm not usually one to stand for hours in front of art pieces discussing "what does it all mean?" I wanted to get the girls trying out something new 'cuz I'm feeling a bit too old for the club crawl (though Daisy still digs it) and I'm tired of all the 18-year-old skanks and drunken tough guys that usually go on those things. Two things that got my attention about the Monster Ball: absinthe bar and retro 80s music. The 80s music DJ...well, I could have done better with my iPod, to be honest. T
My life as a sitcom What a week. Last Tuesday, Daisy and I decided to try an Indo-shaman-funk dance class. It was a fusion of Bollywood dance with Jazz. Put that together with my new nose piercing and I felt like I was on audition for Bollywood Idol. Friday night after work I was waiting for the bus when this guy started chatting with me. He asked for my number and he seemed harmless so I gave it to him without much thought. Little did I know. So Saturday came around and with it was the night of the Monster Ball. He called earlier in the day (3 times! But only leaving a voicemail once...caller ID) asking if I'd like to join him for dinner but I had already bought my tickets with my friends and I wasn't going to miss a good party so I left him a polite message declining the offer. I then realized I was dealing with a new version of mr guy on my hands. Saturday night was crazy, but I'll save that for another time. Sunday, during my brother's basketball game he aga
My nose So, uh, I got my nose pierced on Saturday. It wasn't a scheduled appointment or anything, it was just one of those things that happened simply 'cuz I had the time. (I tell you again, left to my own devices...) Problem is, I wanted one for years and I thought a little rhinestone/diamond would be cute on my nose. And now that I've got it, I'm having second thoughts. For all my "research" into the matter a long time ago now I'm thinking of other situations that I hadn't thought of before. For instance, I should be due for an MRI early next year, but the piercer assured me I'd be ready to take it out by then, or even switch it with a plastic retainer (like that's attractive.) And for the next little while I'll be too scared to apply my face scrub or anything like that. Plus I have a followup appointment with my head and neck doctor next month. I don't know if my piercing will be an inconvenience on his look-over. :( Never
Sake to me Forgive the pun; the chef at Sushi Kinjo made me and my family groan with that one last time we were there. But hey, never turn down a free cup of sake. :) So last night after work I was left to my own devices since the Usual Suspects had plans of their own for the evening. With no other people calling me up with plans, and never being one to just chill at home on a Friday night (yes, you may point out that I'm at home on a Saturday night, shush) I ended up going out for dinner with a cryptanalysis guy (we'll call him CG) who was in town on business. I wouldn't call it a date since there were no real signs that it was a date. CG just doesn't know anyone in Calgary and, as he pointed out, the clients he was working with here weren't the "fun type." I was debating all week if I was going to go and meet him or not. I haven't been chatting with him for very long (yes, another guy from the internet, so sue me) and I'm usually slower an
Pick it up I had a day off today and finally arranged doctors' appointments galore. I booked an appointment for my physical and checkup with my doctor. It'll also give me the opportunity to ask for a referral for a breast reduction consultation. It's time to stop talking about it and actually, earnestly, look into it. My dentist dropped the ball and hadn't set up my annual checkup (which should've been last month) so I had to call them myself and get an apppointment made. I also had to make a follow-up/checkup appointment with my head and neck specialist (the doctor who performed my parotidectomy)...that was totally my fault. If I were to follow my follow-up schedule I should have seen him back in August. Oops. And the only reason I remembered that was because my appointment at the Tom Baker came in the mail last week. So I booked my cancer dentist appointment now, too. It's kind of weird; last year my oncologist mentioned that this upcoming appointme
Thankful So while you Americans celebrate Columbus Day we celebrate our Thanksgiving. And while family can get pretty crazy at times, at least we have quite a lot of relatives living in the city so getting together is pretty easy. Saturday was a surprise baby shower for one of my cousins, and while I didn't really feel like going I tagged along with the familia since I respect this cousin a lot. I think our family is a really tough one to "break into" and I don't think she gets enough credit for putting up with us. :) But hopefully the shower was a way of showing her that she's very welcome in our family. She must have got that impression, or maybe it was baby-brain making her kind of mushy since she was overwhelmed to tears. And as much as I love turkey I did not have any that night. I needed to pace myself and I didn't want to overdo it before the weekend was over. Which was a smart idea since my godmother held turkey dinner over at her house the next n
Drive This past Friday was Baby Sis' birthday so on my way home I called Weird Kid and asked him what was the plan. Originally I had been thinking we would take her to Denny's and then go to Canyon Meadows to catch a movie. Now before you start thinking we're cheap :) Denny's is one of Baby Sis' favorite places to snack. It's a treat she does not get to have very often unlike Weird Kid and I who end up there with friends regularly since there aren't very many places open so late at night. We planned on seeing Deuce Bigelow: European Gigolo at Canyon Meadows since it wasn't playing at the regular theatres anymore and we couldn't think of any regular features that would be of any interest to Baby Sis. Besides, we were going to have a birthday blow-out for her the next day at Cheesecake Cafe. So instead of Denny's (though we still ended up treating her there at the end of the night) Weird Kid and Baby Sis picked me up at the train station and,
It's about that time again The other night I went to a lingerie party with a past co-worker of mine. I like teddies, don't own any yet. I like sheer chemises and bustiers and merry widows as much as the next girl. I'm dying to own a corset made just for me. The problem is, until my chest is more proportional to the rest of me then I don't really feel like buying any of this stuff. How does Pamela Anderson pull it off? Then I found out that this co-worker had her boobs reduced last year. Another satisfied convert. And another surgeon to look into. Aqua Angel and I talked about this earlier, and it seems like more and more women are opting to reduce their chest sizes. Plus, they're very happy with the results. I have no doubt that I'd be happy with the "new" me once I get it done. It's just all the stuff leading up to that happy day that freaks me out. But she also pointed out that I'd have a waiting period to psyche myself up for the s
My secret life I thought I was reserved, bordering on secretive. Everyone knows that it takes me forever, and I do mean forever to open up to people. "Aloof, unavailable ice queen." ~ Bridget Jones' Diary. That quote came up during a discussion this past weekend. They weren't necessarily referring to me, mind you, but I wouldn't be surprised if that's the vibe I give off sometimes. But when I finally open up to others, do I share too much of myself? I was thinking about this the other day. Everyone knows that you shouldn't kiss and tell...my best friend is good at keeping this rule somehow. However, thinking of the past few events lately, it feels like I've shared news with a lot of people. I've been seeking out opinions, soliciting suggestions, hell, I may as well have written everything in here. But I won't do that. So did I go too far? Did I breach someone's trust? I hope I haven't, but a gut feeling I have says that some
Yes or no I always thought I was a realist when it comes to love and romance. My tastes, however, tell a different story. I like romantic comedies. They make you feel good, right? And I love love LOVE ballads. Boyz II Men will always have a special place in my heart, and not much can compare to a good Al Green song or even Toni Braxton. "You complete me." "I wanna be living for the love of you." "You make me feel brand new." Yeah, I'm addicted to all that mushy stuff. But then...THEN...when I see it in real life I'm convinced it can't be real. Like when Ryan wrote and recited all that poetry for Trista (Bachelorette, fyi) I was practically rolling my eyes. Who does that??? And the Aidan I had...or maybe I didn't really ever have my Aidan...where did he come from? Aren't guys like him only supposed to be a myth? If they are a myth then maybe Ryan and Aidan do what they do because they know it'll get them results. I don&
Pooped Another weekend come and gone. I picked up my cell phone and instead of replacing my cell phone as I thought they were going to do they only changed the front housing and re-attached the wires that got torn. And this took them two months! *shakes her head* I never made it to Expo Latino on Saturday. Instead Civic and I went out for some Greek over at Ouzo. As usual Daisy wouldn't be ready to join up with us for a while so we walked around 4th Street and 17th Avenue as well. Mercato was open when we walked by (for once!) AND they had cannoli! They also had a different-looking tiramisu but after searching for a cannoli for years I opted for option number 1. To go, of course, 'cuz I was sooo full from dinner. The old Mortal Coil is completely gutted and desolate. It's heart-wrenching. In it's place will be Bistro 2112 or something like that. Like we need another Bistro around here. Tubby Dog over on 17th, while having the same kind of idea as Le Chien Cha
I should've known... ... that two hours after I go check on the status of my cell phone (in person, I might add) they would call me and tell me it's available for pick up. I mean, it's only been gone for 2 months, after all. Wasted time. Wasted time. In other news, I should know a lot of things. But still it's as if I'm born to repeat other people's mistakes. Am I proud of that? Of course not. If I recognize it then why can't I change? I have no clue. But if you can see it coming then it's not a big deal when the time comes, right? You've had time to brace yourself, harden yourself. Let's just keep telling ourselves that. Wasted time? I'm not so sure about that. In fact, it doesn't feel like a waste of time at all. It may not be productive but it's certainly not a waste of time if you're enjoying yourself.
I'll raise a (piece of) toast to that I caught up with the newlyweds (Latina and her man), Daisy, and T-Girl after their movie late Friday night and we headed over to Denny's for some late night convo and noshies. The newlyweds finally got to see Daisy's pics from NYC and Toronto and plus we all had stuff to celebrate: Obviously the newlyweds could celebrate their marriage (some more. Haha.) Daisy got a year's maternity leave contract at one of the school's she's worked with in the past. Due to union rules her seniority was always getting screwed over 'cuz of technicalities. This full year contract was something she has deserved for a long time now. I'm glad she got it. T-Girl got accepted into the university's education program. She'd been trying for a while now. And me, I've had a lot of good fortune as of late. Lots to celebrate. Daisy even gave me a card of congratulations. Haha. New wonderfulness is certainly headed our way. It
"They said it wouldn't last. (I) had to prove them wrong." I just jumped right in. Reckless. Impulsive. But no regrets. It didn't feel like I had reached a major milestone in my life, though. I would say it felt as if I'd been doing this all my life. There were no surprises. Everything went so right. Except for, you know, the fact that everyone told me that emotions would get involved and I ignored their warnings thinking it would be minimal. I'm a big girl, I can deal. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I've become a drama queen or anything...but emotions have certainly come into the mix. People have always told me that I'm playing games and of course I deny it. But maybe I've been playing these games with myself the whole time. I am my own pawn, apparently. Again, I am reminded that I'm not indestructible.
Postage required Well, it may not be the most important thing I could blog about but it's definitely the easiest. So much on the go right now that the mind is just merengue-ing in too many different directions and not enough time to jot it all down. THREES THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD: 1. Faboo LADI 2. lilmija 3. Lil Miss Giggles THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. My smile 2. My legs can dance. Well, the rest of me, too. 3. My style THREE THINGS YOU HATE (could improve) ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. My size (again...if mosquitoes could suck fat instead of blood I'd itch for the cause) 2. I procrastinate like there's no tomorrow, haha. 3. I tend to keep things to myself when I should speak up and vice versa. THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE: 1. Filipino 2. 1/16 Chinese 3. 1st Generation Canadian THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: 1. Definitely losing loved ones is tops 2. Snakes 3. Heights make me weak THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS: 1. coffee 2. music 3. contact with family and fr
I'll try to be a good girl I must be technologically cursed this summer. My cell phone self-destructs into two pieces (I swear I've been nice to it.) and so I've been toting around a hideous cheese-block of a loaner phone while they take their sweet time replacing my baby. It's been 4 days short of a month so far. They're not even fixing my old phone, they're replacing it and it's still taking them this long?? Meanwhile I have to lug this brick with me to the Black Eyed Peas concert tomorrow night. Technologically I'm cursed, but musically I've been blessed. Boyz II Men (or Nathan, Shawn, and Wanya...it's just not the same without Michael) performed here on July 6th and it was a positive dream-come-true for me and my brother's girlfriend. The girl just gets cooler and cooler in my eyes. My computer monitor went and had a stroke on me (I swear I've been nice to it.) and everyone agrees that I'd be better off replacing it rathe
I always thought I was more of a "Samantha" Or, I wish I were. But apart from a lot of one-date things (not flings, haven't felt interested enough to do anything) that's where my Samantha-ness ends. I guess I'm more of a Carrie. Although I love her I'm just not into her fashion style, but we do have guys in common. And it's been long enough that I think I'm safe with writing this stuff in here. I had a Russian, and funnily enough his name was identical to Carrie's Russian except for one syllable. We're talking first name and last name here. My Russian was older as was hers but mine was far from being an artist. A quantum physics professor here at the university. Can you imagine me with a quantum physics prof? Actually, all stereotypes aside, he was a really sweet guy. Due to our age difference we were in two different stages in our lives and I really didn't see it going anywhere. I tried to help him find someone else so hopefully
Paaaaartay I've been so weak on the upkeep here I don't even know what to talk about most days now. In my absence I've been getting inane comments on ancient posts. Completely irrelevant comments. I thought I knew who was writing them until I tracked the IP addresses down. If I've got stupid haters on here now does that mean I've made it into the big time? Doubt it. This past weekend was insanely exhausting, but oh so worth it in entertainment value. Friday night we caught Madagascar which I love. What's better than Ali G as a ring-tailed lemur singing Reel 2 Real? Nothing. I had the blessing of babysitting duty for my goddaughter Lana on Saturday morning and since Weird Kid wasn't working I felt we had enough "adult supervision" to warrant taking her to the Children's Festival downtown. She got her face-painted, built some wondrous contraptions out of straws and connectors, a paper bag mask, dressed in costume and marched in a parade
The squeaky wheel gets the grease An older coworker reminded me of this cliche not too long ago. Being in the retail world for too so long I've seen plenty of squeaky wheels, ugh. Just last week I was approached by a customer, bright orange Bianca Nygard purse in hand, asking me if the purse was 5.50 as it was ticketed. I laughed it off and checked it out for her and of course it rang up at our register as 65 dollars on sale for 55.25. For most customers this is enough and they make their decision whether or not they want it for that price or not. But not this woman...she said that due to the ticket on the bag we were "obligated" to give it to her at that price. I could appreciate that argument since we do have that policy however the pricetag in question was not a Bianca Nygard tag but rather a price sticker printed by my store. Give the customer the benefit of the doubt? I'm not that kind of sales associate, especially when you start demanding things from
Yao-za Weird Kid, Baby Sis, Spydermonkey and I caught Year of the Yao tonight...again, courtesy of Weird Kid's girlfriend. (How is she getting easier access to all these preview passes? *jealous*) Yao Ming is a pretty endearing guy. Can you imagine moving halfway around the world to play sports, not knowing the language at all ? As a sweet bonus, we won two of the 10 Yao books they gave away as door prizes. And then... at the end of the show they handed us free posters, headbands, and mini-basketballs and backboards/nets. Free stuff rocks my world, yes it does. Tomorrow night I get to check out Rex Navarrete live. Who knew he'd ever come to Calgary? I'm excited. It feels like summer vacation. Too bad I haven't earned a summer vacation. I miss being a student.