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First poop, now barf. This blog is going down the toilet. Literally.

I am lying in bed after a friend's attempt to unwittingly assassinate me yesterday with food. Actually, we're not sure what caused it all as she's fine as a fiddle. It's just me.

I have not had food poisoning this bad since goodness knows when. The first barf, I thought,"I wonder if I drank too much?" but we didn't really drink more than normal for a school (work) night. But after the 8th chuck up of the night, I knew that this had to be more. I have basically been barfing for about 13 hours straight. I am just so sexy right now.

I have to say, even when I was a little girl, I always hated vomiting. I can never understand bulimia or anorexia (because now all I can think about is eating food). But that is another sickness all together that I won't dive into right now.

The only thing good I can say about this whole ordeal is that:

I got some good cardio in today from my many sprints to and fro the bathroom.

I am finally getting some reading done with Amy Hempel's book for Ship.

I found out that some people take gravol to get high. How weird is that?!

I am all barfed out so the possible couplings of these two, can't make me any sicker.

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So awhile ago, I mentioned the fact that I was a "bashful pooper" and it is probably one of my more popular posts. I would like to say that I have gotten over this poopy problem but unfortunately, it's not true. I am still as bashful as ever.

Why do I bring this up after all this time? Because I honestly thought, reaching the ripe old age of 30, that I would be over this issue. After all, it is such a natural part of being a human being. Alas! I have gained no further wisdom when it comes to this.

I had a comment on the "Bashful Pooper" post that males felt the same thing. But I really think that the commenter was a minority. Boys still go pooping whenever they have need and many females I know go constipated or uncomfortable as ever.

Why do women feel so much shame when it comes to such a natural act? Is it a need to be "feminine" or "fragile"? I am not sure.

After all, what goes in, must come out.

But here I am. Still weirded out by my poop.

I honestly do think my parents should have bought me this book. And that is why this is one of the first books I bought for the beloved godchild.

Ironic that it should be one of her favourites. Secretly, I am hoping that "poop" will be one of her first words other than mama, dada, hi, bye and no.

That would be ironic.

Because Marie is also weirded out by pooping around other people. And yet she makes fun of me for my fear.

And that would be very funny.

For me, anyways.

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Now I remember why I should never have breakfast at Starbucks. Especially not a muffin. My low-fat cranberry muffin has been a concrete stone in my belly all day. Ugh!

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Posted in Homage to Hunger, What's Buggin' Me

So, I had a dinner and movie date with Stefan's mum tonight. We usually have these closer to Oscar nomination time because neither of our boys will come with us to watch historical, costumey type of movies.

I always try not to read too many reviews before watching a movie because it usually taints my view of it. I like to watch movies with a clean slate.

I remember watching Elizabeth and just being blown away by Cate Blanchett's masterful performance. I was bitterly disappointed when she lost out at the Oscars to Gwyneth Paltrow in Shakespeare In Love, who gave a Keira Knightley-esque performance (and you all know what I think of her!) So needless to say, I was eagerly anticipating this movie.

I read the reviews after and unfortunately, the reviews were right.

The movie was only ok. The costumes were fantastic (as you can see here) but I think the writer or director tried to cram far too many story lines into such a short period of time. In doing so, it's lost many elements from the previous movie. Elizabeth is portrayed as a rather emotionally frayed older woman, Walsingham, an aging doddering advisor and although Clive Owen as Sir Walter Raleigh is great eye candy, his character seems lacking. Although there are moments (very brief) of great verbal repartee by Blanchette, the movie overall fails to have the soul it did in the first.

I still think Cate is an outstanding actress and she's done the best she could with what she was given. I must say, totally off topic, that I am quite enjoying her fashions during her promotional tour of this movie. The lady knows how to dress! And that is about the only redeeming thing of the entire movie.

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I asked Stefan for worms last night.

Bet he's never heard that request from me before. Usually it's the usual random stuff: a cottage, a new designer bag, a table that we don't need, a cute playhouse for Mindy, duck to cook etc.

But last night, I really wanted worms.

This is why.

Toronto has pickup for organic waste. Except for our place because it classifies as a commercial space. Which, in some ways, is ridiculous because people still make organic waste in office spaces. What about restaurants? Why are they not required to have green bins?

But really this is not about a city issue. It's a "me" issue. I just hate that all our organic waste goes into a landfill. Worst yet, I hate that our garbage smells until we throw it out. (I also refuse to throw out garbage until the bag is full or really stinky). And there doesn't seem to be any solution (at least a convenient one) that allows us to compost in our place. We don't have a balcony, and we don't really have plants (hello? Me, the person who kills cacti?)

I've looked into Bokashi, a very cool system that uses microorganisms to break down kitchen waste. Except you also need some big hole in the ground to bury it in for it to really work. I could technically try to freeze our kitchen scraps and use someone else's green box, but let's be realistic. I won't even go to an expensive gym I've signed up for if it's 5 minutes out of my way.

So it seems the best alternative could be worms. I could give the worm casings to Mama Kang and her urban jungle/balcony. Except why aren't there any cool worm bins? Living in a loft means everything is out in the open. It kind of needs to go with our design aesthetic. The closest alternative I found is this one, which costs $1500.

And if I bought that, then Stefan would really think I was crazy. He already thinks I am crazy enough.

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Posted in Delectable Design, This is Why

Does anyone else get this?

Because I have a real bad case of this and it's compounded by Mr. "Hey! Let's Just Go With The Flow".

What is this? A fear of running out of toilet paper.

I'm usually the one in charge of getting personal items such as toothpaste, toilet paper, etc from Shoppers. Not for any other reason other than I love browsing in drug stores. Stefan, however, is in charge of letting me know when these things run out.

For some reason, he thinks it's a game to see how long we can last on that last roll of toilet paper while it causes me no ends of distress. Once, I was down to the last square and it was not fun. Now when I see there's only one roll left, I'm like a starving person wondering when my next meal will be. Stef just laughs and reminds me that there is a drugstore just down the street from us.

I can't decide whether I am just a needless worrier or whether he's too carefree in this situation. Or whether this is just a boy-girl thing because boys only use toilet paper when they need to poop.

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Posted in Girls Are From Earth, Boys Are From La La Land, Me-ness, Stefan

Here I was catching up on one of my guilty pleasures (gossip blog reading) when this article caught my eye. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Someone needs to explain to me why Keira Knightly is the actress du jour because I, for the life of me, cannot see the appeal. And so far, she's been the main actress in three book adaptations, all books that I've really loved - Pride and Prejudice (my absolute favourite!), Atonement and now Georgiana (renamed the Duchess for this movie). I hated her so much in Pride and Prejudice (and to think she was nominated for an Oscar for the role when there were so many other more worthy candidates that year) that I had to watch the A&E version twice to remove her terrible acting from my head.

On top of it all, she's the new face of Channel? It's almost sacrilegious!

As far as I am concerned, Keira Knightly has two ranges as an actress - Overly Indignant or Pompously Righteous.

I know, I know. Obviously some people must love her if she's so popular. I am definitely not one of them. It's been a very upsetting morning so far, I must say.

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Posted in Star Gazing, What's Buggin' Me

The new, very long awaited masthead is finally up. I couldn't really want to make it too "fall-ish" as it really isn't quite yet. The flowers are still blooming and the grass is still oh so green.

Yesterday, it was a humid, hot 31 C (87.8 F) here and over the weekend runners had to drop out of the Chicago marathon because it was too hot... I am not going to turn this into another rant BUT I still bump into normal, every day people who believe that global warming due to human activity is all mumbo jumbo. I just don't see how anyone can go through all these weird weather patterns and think it's normal.

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If I didn't know my mum was so straight and narrow, I would've sworn she was on drugs when she was carrying me. I get the most LSD filled dreams (and trust me, I'm not on drugs either. My individual adrenaline and personality is insane enough for some people) that I sometimes feel the Dream Fairy delivered the wrong dreams to me.

Last night I dreamt that we were in a place where if you had taken an aerial shot, it would have looked like pieces of lace, land being part of the "lace" and the holes were bodies of water. Stef and I were swimming from land to land trying to find life, other than ourselves. Suddenly, we heard some human voices and swam toward this very thin piece of land, so thin that it felt like a very small fence, you could only hold onto it. I was quite tired by then and could barely keep myself afloat. That piece of land turned out to be the edge of a huge rushing river.

When I looked over I saw all these people salmon fishing, and the salmon swimming upstream were these massive pre-historic dinosaur type beasts, all larger than a very tall man.

Stefan said I cried out in the middle of the night so he thought I was having a nightmare and tried to comfort me.

Turns out that in my dream, he was trying so hard to see these creatures, he was leaning very heavily on my left side and I felt myself slipping from the edge. What I was actually trying to do was yell, "Get off me, you big baboon!"

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Posted in Me-ness, Much To Do About Nothing, Weirdness

I was going to write something like,"I am no longer going to post any more entries until Stefan a.k.a Technical Support has put up my new effing masthead." But then I realized that would be petty. And I don't do petty anymore. You know why? Because I'm finally thirty and in addition to frilly, tartan mini skirts that have been taken to the local charity store, I have also done away with my pettiness. And pickiness. And bitchiness. And impatient nature.

And if you believed all of the above, you're a fool and do not know me at all.

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