Do you notice that sometimes we, as people are not as trusting about other people in general? And don't you find it a little sad that we tend to be so suspicious of our fellow human beings? I know, there are a lot of psychos out there and I think that is why we often react the way we do, but I think sometimes we need to go with our gut instincts.
Ok - admit it. You have a list and so does your partner. This is one of my favourite things to ask people when I have just started to get to know them. It's always surprising what is on a person's list and it can show a different perspective of that person.
Is anyone else as fascinated by the Starbucks phenomenon as I am? How did one company just up and take over the world and brain wash us all into their way of thinking? Never have I ever heard so many choices in my life - isn't coffee just coffee? Apparently not, according to Starbucks. Sizes are not small, medium, large but tall, grande and venti. And we like sheep, just go along with what they tell us to say. I never knew that you could have your latte, not just as is but with caramel, extra hot, with foam or no foam and skinny on top of it all!
I have no idea what is wrong with me but I like to chalk it up with age, but I seem to cry so easily now. Take Extreme Makeover: The Home Edition, that show is a guranteed bawlfest for me. I start sobbing even before they do the reveal and the family starts showing gratitude. Two years ago, the show would not have even fazed me.
Anyways, I was telling Stef a really sad story this afternoon and I started tearing up a little, then when I was about to start sobbing my little heart out, I noticed that Stefan was tearing a little. I was so touched! Almost five years, and he was finally showing me his tender side. I was so overwhelmed by it and when the lone tear made it down his cheek, I reached over and asked in a really hushed, reverant voice whether he was crying.
The little bugger dashed my hopes of having a sensitive man by saying," Nope. Sorry! I yawned when you were telling the story. You must have missed it while you were busy crying. I usually tear up after yawn from a long nap. But, it was a touching story though, I didn't want to ruin it."
I am gonna pray to THE BIG GUY to put off another year of hockey. That will give him something to cry about!!
So I was a little slack on the workouts this week, and Stef, dear boy that he is, thought he was being "motivating" by giving me a hard time about it. To be fair, I do usually need a push as I don't have a natural yearning to go to the gym, and those of you who do, are sick, sick people. Anyways, but I really did have a good reason this time, it being "my time of the month."
I've been meaning to write about this movie that I saw two nights ago with my friend, Jenny. (Hmmm....do you notice that almost every other Canadian girl under the age of fourty is either a Jen, Jenny or Jennifer? I seem to have a lot of "Jen" friends...) I hadn't heard too much about it, but Jenny said it was supposed to be interesting and I am so glad that I agreed to watch it.
I don't know why but I can never be a klutz with an excuse. I never fall when I am teetering on 4 inch heels but put me in flip flops or running shoes and I always trip in the most animated ways. It's as if some force out there, is constantly trying to remind me to laugh at myself. Well, let me tell you, FORCE-OUT-THERE, I think I laugh too much as it is.
Today, I was on my way back from a dinner date with Stef and sure enough, I trip on the steps that step down to our elevator floor. Slipped off the first step, and literally boink-boink-boinked down the last four on my ass! Sigh! To think I was going to write about how my ass stopped hurting today....
Yesterday, I had a session with a personal trainer for the very first time in my life. No, I did not turn all "diva" all of a sudden; it just so happens with my membership you get a free initial consultation for an hour. I never ever took up on the offer until now, a whole year later, when I decided that spin simply wasn't enough and I was getting bored with my routine.
I just happened to be channel surfing where a show on the Food Network managed to catch my two second eye. I have never been a fan of the The Surreal Gourmet, and I think now more than ever, this guy should not have a TV show on how to cook food. Tonight, he was showing some girl how to cook a stir-fry. Since the stir fry has Asian origins, I usually find that white chefs don't really demonstrate how to do it very well. The few non Asian chefs (of the shows that I watch regularly) that have seemed to do Asian really well have been Guy Rubino, from Made to Order and the Domestic Goddess herself, Nigella Lawson.
I am not sure whether everyone has been compelled to watch the Terri Schiavo case as I have been all weekend. There is something about this case that upsets and disturbs me profoundly that I felt that I needed to write about it. Usually I would stay away from something so political, as I get myself into enough hot water as it is with my opinions, but I need to say it because it will just eat at me if I don't.
I love lazy Saturday nights when TBS plays all these different movies and all you do is veg on the couch and distract the boyfriend who is working by shouting out random comments. Anyway, last night we were watching Runaway Bride, and it always bewilders me as to what the big deal is with Julia Roberts. I have always thought that she looked a little horsey.
You know the carry on bags that people have? I am not really sure what other people use them for but I use them to counter my oft-mentioned A.D.D. (I am sure people with actual diagnosed A.D.D must hate me)
I returned home from very flat Edmonton right in the middle of Toronto Fashion Week. To be honest, I was not really in the mood to face the crowds as I had been sleeping badly and been working hard all week. However, I managed to drag myself to the Comrags show and I am glad I did.
Many people other than those closest to me do not realize that I am an Extroverted Introvert. You would never guess it when you first meet me as I tend to be tremendously outgoing and engaging. In fact, I am actually quite shy, painfully so at times. My gregariousness happens to be my "wall," or "white noise" as I like to call it, a way of distancing myself from people that I haven't quite decided whether they are friend or foe.
Sometimes when you are on the road, you tend to get caught up in what you are doing that home sometimes seems like some far away thing. I have been so busy here at the trade show and have barely had any time to breathe, much less think about the people at home that really matter. Today, Stefan sent me an email with one line, "Here is who is missing you at home" and he attached a picture of him holding Mindy. My heart just blew up to its maximum capacity and I just realized that I cannot wait to get home to the ones I love. MOO-MOO!
Note: I would attach the picture but Stef says he doesn't like it. I think he looks beautiful (because he is!) and that Mindy seems a little perturbed at being held. MOO-MOO-MOO!
HAH! He let me put in on after all! Aren't they the cutest? It makes a girl want to rush home!
I am in Edmonton right now working a trade show and a prevalent issue or topic of conversation that keeps coming up is whether I am from the east cost or the west. You see, I do sales for Western Canada but I am based out of Toronto. People always find that strange and I guess it is, but the thing I find so surprising are people's reactions. A lot of people from the West have been saying that I don't seem like an East Coast girl at all. (whatever that means!)
I have no idea but for some reason, I am really into America's Next Top Model this season. My only problem is that they picked really unattractive people this year, physically and personality wise. So, here are my thoughts on last night's show and the girls that are left-
Just before the Oscars, Ed Bradley of 60 minutes was interviewing Chris Rock, and Chris Rock being his controversial self, was talking about the time he saw Ed Bradley interviewing Michael Jackson. This is all a quote from my memory, so don't quote me.
I love people-watching. Human beings and the way they interact with their environment never cease to fascinate me. Today was an especially good day of people-watching so I thought I would share. This will also be one of those long, hodpodged - NOW there's a good word - convulated entries about nothing in particular, so don't feel obligated to read this.
I don't really remember what it was really like to be single. There, I've said it. Sometimes, I feel like a bad friend when I am talking to my handful of friends who are. When the hell did we all hook up and start living in sin? (Except for Syl, who recently got engaged to wonderful Jamie, whom we all love, so we approve.)
Isn't it sad that the only certainty that we have in life is death? But there it is. I was told today that a dear friend has lost her grandfather and my heart goes out to her. I come from a very large, tight knit, extended family and even though I had been exposed to death and funerals at a very young age, it's something that I have never gotten used to; and I don't think I ever will.
I don't really care how "out" and ugly Uggs are. The thing is I live in Canada, Eastern Canada, where we get a lot of snow. Yesterday I witnessed all these women trying to maneuver their way through all the gross, deep, disgusting slush in their fashion boots and I just felt so bad for their poor, cold, wet feet! I wanted to say - Lady! We live in Canada! Get some snow boots already! I know the new thing are mukluks but really I think the swingy balls of fur would drive me mad. I have had dry feet all winter thanks to my ugly unfashionable Uggs. And I honestly feel it'll be like the pashmina for me, as long as there is a purpose, I'll keep wearing them. But ladies, please don't wear your Uggs in the summer with your minis, that just looks ridiculous.