Saturday 31 March 2007

Yo, Yo

So I went Pro on Flickr today.

Why?

Well, the free account only allows you 200 photos. And with the one hundred and ninety something I already had in there (including the ones I'd deleted cuz I decided they wasn't pretty enough) I figured the hundred and something photos I brought back from my holiday weren't going to manage to fit onto my account. I'm smart like that.

So, a credit card number and a few button clicks later and I'm all souped up. Or, at least, I can upload a kazillion more photos to the internets if I want to.

Oh, and also? I filed my taxes on line.

It's like my Christmas shopping all over again. I didn't even have to put on underwear!

Now if only I could make the gym come to me today, I'd never have to leave this couch again.

Tuesday 27 March 2007

Summing it Up


This photo is exactly what I'm feeling right now.

A dude wearing red socks.

Totally.

That's my life.

Odd.

Can't decide if it's wrong or awesome.

For one thing, I can not get over how light it is around 7 pm now. I *know* that's the point of the whole Daylight Savings Time Whatnot, but still... it's bizarre to me. Or maybe it's that plus being back at work after being far far away. Added on to the week before that being the time change week (which was evil) and did I mention the guy (yeah, slipped that one by ya, didn't I) ?

Right.

I'm a little dazed and confused. (Which, by the way, happens to be the title of one of my favourite movies. And a song by the greatest band EVER!)

I'm trying to figure out where to start with it all... and how to explain it all... the holiday... the guy... the brain melt that's now in its third week... but I've only been back three days so I'm just catching up on work and sleep. (Er, and I might have been on the phone a lot to The Other Side of the Country. Maybe. I forget. Ahem.)

So for now, I'll just sit here and wonder if this dude meant to wear red socks or if he just didn't have any other clean ones or if he just didn't care. I kind of hope it was the latter. Life must be easier if you don't care. Yes?

I don't know. I wonder though.

As for me, I'll be wearing black socks tomorrow.

That much I know.

Sunday 25 March 2007

Hi

I'm home.

The cherry trees are all a-blossom!

I'm a little dazed.

Any way I can skip going back to work tomorrow?

How are you? Did you have a good week?

I did.

I have no idea what time it is.

Friday 16 March 2007

Auto Reply: WOO HOOO!


Dudes and dudettes,


I hereby announce that I am going on a well-earned vacation for a week to relax and recharge and other re-words.
(Does re- drink- umbrella- drinks count as a word?)

I'm the luckiest girl in the world so I won't rub it in too much.

I'll be in a sunny, sandy, happy place and I promise I'll try my best not to miss you!

Please check out some of y'each other's sites. (I just made up a word... it's "y'all" combined with "each other's"... I rock) And don't forget my links. And if you still need something to do, go add to this list. It's addictively right up my alley.

I'll approve comments when I get back, so don't think you're insane if your comment doesn't appear for... like..ever, kay? I mean, if you want to think you're insane for other reasons, that's your business, just don't blame my poor site!

OK. I'm getting giddy, I should go check I've packed my passport. Again. In case it's managed to remove itself from my bag.

Because I am insane.

Talk to youse soon,

Be good, play nice, have fun.

Tuesday 13 March 2007

Take 'Er Easy


Forgive me if my brain hasn't been functioning lately.

That Guy is visiting right now.

From the other side of the country.

He's been here for long enough that my brain has left the building.

I have to go for now, he's just made me dinner.

Yup.

So, look at this hilarious photo instead.

I'll be back as soon as I find out where my brain went.

Saturday 10 March 2007

If Only I Could Do It and Not Just Think It

Some things are going to happen whether we struggle and fight against them or help them along.

So, isn't it easier to just enjoy the ride?

Friday 9 March 2007

Yes, I'm a Girl


I like flowers.

Especially when someone else gives them to me.




I think it's sweet.



And romantic.



I can't help it!

Thursday 8 March 2007

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

I asked a friend of mine what he'd like to know about single girls. Like, what burning questions did he wish he had the answers to? And then I got curious, so I asked a couple more single guys what they wondered about.

Turns out single girls are just as confusing to guys as single guys are to girls. I think most of us kind of knew that already, but to play along with my own game, let me attempt to answer a few of their questions. Some of them were great questions that will most likely come up in a future post, but for now, here's a few that were quick to answer. Keeping in mind that I am merely one single girl out of many.... many single girls and that the opinions expressed here do not necessarily reflect those of other single girls out there. (At this point in a DVD I'm wishing I could just fast forward to the menu already, you know?) So, here goes.

Do girls like to look at themselves in the mirror? In general, no. Most girls do not check themselves out in the mirror the way some guys do. You know... "dude, my pecs look sweet today". For some girls, looking in the mirror isn't much more than a reason to find and pick on personal flaws. Personally, I look in the mirror to check for glaring mistakes, like Oreo cookies stuck between teeth or smudges of chocolate on shirt.

Is it more important that I find the girl funny or that I'm funny to her? Well, I'd say that they're both equally important. Most people I know are with their partners, in part, because they make them laugh. I think most girls would appreciate a guy who can make her laugh and would hope that she can get a chuckle or two out of him. I guess if I had to choose, I'd say that it's more important that she finds you funny. Because, really, do you want to spend a lot of your time, maybe even the rest of your life, with someone who doesn't laugh with you? Not really. ( Also, please notice I did not say laugh "at" you. With.) I think it's really important to add though, that trying super hard to be funny is going to work against you. Intelligent people are funny and because funny is such a personal thing, there will be a girl out there who laughs at you even when you're really not trying to be that funny. That's the girl you want to grab. (Figuratively, of course. Grabbing a relative stranger doesn't go over very well)

What kind of men do women fantasize about? Dude. There is just no way I can answer this one. It's so damn individual. Really. You know that saying "one man's garbage is another man's treasure" or whatever? Yeah, it's something like that. One woman's hot fantasy fodder is another woman's dull and dreary or creepy. I'm not sure it's even as simple as saying women like to fantasize about hot men. Some women fantasize about a guy who always remembers to put the toilet paper roll so the paper comes from above, not underneath. It takes all kinds, my friend.

Should I ask a girl for her phone number or her email? This is an interesting one, and I'm really only speaking for myself here. I'd be much more comfortable giving my email to someone. It allows me the space I'm comfortable with. It lets me suss out what the guy's like before I decide to give him my phone number. Plus, I can get kind of tongue tied on the phone so an email lets me collect my thoughts. I just think it sounds more casual. "Why don't you give me your email and we'll get together sometime." Rather than "Hey baby, what's your number and how would that dress look on my bedroom floor?" I think it depends on the guy's comfort level. Asking for a phone number is much more direct and I think it more clearly defines your intent. (ie. I want to possibly date you)

And while we're on this topic, should I ask for her number/email or offer her mine? Ask for hers. She'll be flattered. Once you have hers you can then offer yours if you'd like. "Why don't I give you my number" always sounds to me like some kind of business deal.

Why don't girls cook for themselves well? Who says they don't? Unless you mean me and in that case it's quite simple. a) I never learned. and b) I can't be bothered. I dunno. I'm maybe the exception to the rule. I'm not the most domestic of women. Don't really sew, don't really cook. I make up for it with my charming personality and by batting my eyelashes a lot. Or, maybe my complete lack of wifely skills is the reason I have not yet been snapped up, and, yet, you don't see me rushing off to a culinary course or knitting baby booties do you? (Heh.) I'm sure there are lots of single girls who cook well for themselves.

Do they ever let their bedrooms get as messy as boys? No. As messy as I've seen some girls' bedrooms, I have never met a girl who allowed their bedroom to get as messy and stinky as a boy's bedroom. Plus, it states on page 324 of our Girl Manual that we can't reach that state of disarray and must maintain a bedroom where human beings can breathe the air without passing out or turning green. (Whoops, I'm not sure I'm allowed to publish that info.)


Umm.... why it is that they are only interested in me when at least one of us is unavailable? Maybe knowing the other person is unavailable makes them more attractive ? (Wanting what you can't have.) Or maybe some people have issues with commitment and are only interested in people they know they don't really have to ever be in a relationship with? (Safe.) My Mom has a theory that when one is in a relationship, one is happy and relaxed, therefore being more attractive to members of the opposite sex. I think she's got a point. It may also explain what people keep saying about "you find that special person just when you've stopped looking" Because when you stop looking, you relax. So, invent yourself an imaginary girlfriend so that the ladies will flock to you but you won't have to really break anything off with anyone! ( Unless your imaginary girlfriend takes on a life of her own and starts stalking and harassing you. In which case, move.)

There. Advice from a single girl.

And now I turn it over to you! Guys, what have you always wondered? Gals, what would you have said?

Wednesday 7 March 2007

Jumping to Conclusions


Twice this week (or, last week, actually) I may have over-estimated what was happening in a situation. Involving a guy. Two situations involving two different guys. Two dissimilar situations.... sorry...anyway....

The first was when an intern who is being assigned to me (cuz apparently he'll learn stuff?) for a week or two asked if I'd like to "Go for coffee. (pause) To discuss the training that's coming up and what's expected." And I was all "Sure." While thinking to myself (because we all know how much I like to think.) Hmmmm, is he asking me for coffee or is he asking me for "coffee" as in, you know "hey, let's go for coffee"? So I got a little weirded out and asked my supervisor what he thought and realized later that maybe the guy was just asking to hang out and talk about what he'll be doing while working with me. (I nearly said under me but I stopped myself...heh.) Who am I to know? I just automatically assumed it was a flirting/dating situation when maybe it wasn't at all.

The second time was at the gym. I was stretching with my earphones in when I heard "Miss, excuse me miss?" Seeing as I was the only other person in the room I figured the guy in question was talking to me. He was a few years older and spoke with an accent (which, yes, is relevant in this situation.) He asked me if I did yoga and then proceeded to ask me a few questions about where and when. I found myself uncomfortable because, again, I assumed he was trying to strike up a conversation with me in order to ask me out or to tell me what a supremely hot chick I was and could he have my number. It wasn't until I'd stuck my headphones back in my ears for the third time that I realized that maybe he was just trying to be friendly and I was doing the typical North American thing; assuming the worst. I remember when I came back from Mexico a couple of years ago being shocked at how unfriendly everyone in Canada seemed. I'd just spent a week in a country where everyone smiled and said hello and struck up conversations with ease. And I'd loved it. I got off the airport in Vancouver and started smiling away at everyone, ready to shout out a hello here or there and I realized almost everyone had their heads down or was avoiding eye-contact, lost in their own world.

So I ended up with two things on my mind:

1) Maybe I'm over-assuming that guys are trying to hit on me when they're actually just trying to talk to me.

And

2) Why are we so afraid to talk to each other. To just talk? To be friendly?

But it's hard. The times I have assumed the other way; "Oh, he's just being friendly" it's turned out I was wrong and the guy was wondering why I wasn't picking up his signals.

Maybe this all goes back to my male friendship thing. That elusive experience I can not quite master or figure out. Or maybe I'm just crazy.

Tuesday 6 March 2007

I Saw You Standing Alone

So, apparently I missed a lunar eclipse this weekend. The photos are all over flickr and I'm a little bummed I didn't know it was happening.

Turns out I most likely wouldn't have seen it anyway, but still.... I'm pouting a little, and mooning about. (Guffaw)

Stuff like that is super cool. I remember seeing a solar eclipse many moons ago (Ha!) when I was in Hawaii and it was a really cool thing to witness, so I'm envious of the parts of the world that did get to see the total eclipse of my heart. Er, I mean...the moon. (Dude.)

I'm feeling a little better now, though, since I googled the eclipse and read this from a Canadian news source: "If you did happen to miss the celestial event, another total lunar eclipse is predicted for late August and will offer the best visibility on the West Coast of Canada."

Excellent! Hopefully, I'll get to see this one this time.


These things only happen once in a blue moon, you know!



(sends self to the corner for a time out)

Monday 5 March 2007

Sweet Dreams

At the Luminara lantern festival the last couple of years, there's been a place you can go and write down your wishes and hang them up for the universe and everyone to see. I imagine the wind carrying the wishes up and away and making them come true, not unlike the thought behind Tibetan prayer flags or prayer wheels.

I always stop and read the wishes and dreams people have chosen to share and this particular one, written by a child, or so I like to imagine, echoes exactly what I feel and wish for all of us. I had to take a photo of it.

I too wish that every one will have a happy life and be happy.

Forever.

It's all I've ever dreamed of.


I sure hope you're having a good day!

Friday 2 March 2007

Weekends Make Me Happy

And what else is there to say, really?

(insert big grin here)

Thursday 1 March 2007

Innocence is Bliss


I was standing at the bus stop in Grade 7 when this kinda mean boy from our class came up to me with a nasty look on his face.

"So. Do you know what a blow job is?" he grinned.

The rest of my friends had gone into Dunkin' Donuts to buy a donut for the ride home (I always got those ones with the strawberry jelly filling and the sugary outside) so I didn't have anyone to turn to for backup. And, of course, being 12, I didn't know I could just ignore him and walk away.

I can't remember what I said to him, but I remember him laughing at me and asking me if I knew why it was called a blow job when it wasn't about blowing at all.

I found the whole thing terribly embarrassing and humiliating, but I've never been sure if it was because I didn't know what he was talking about or because I thought I should know what he was talking about.

Either way, it was far too young to have to start to wondering why it was called a blow job if there really wasn't any blowing going on and, what, exactly, was the reason anyone would want to do that anyway? I was pretty sure it was only something prostitutes would do.

I mean, seriously. Who'd do *that* on purpose, right?