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This morning I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-boyfriend who called "out-of-the-blue" to see if I was still around. We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic times we used to enjoy together.
I couldn't believe it when he asked if I'd be interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that "old magic". "Wow!" I was flabbergasted.
"I don't know if I could keep pace with you now", I said, "I'm a bit older and a bit grayer and heavier than when you last saw me. Plus I don't really have the energy I used to have."
He just giggled and said he was sure I would "rise to the challenge".
"Yeah." I said. "Just so long as you don't mind a woman with a waistline that's a few inches wider these days! Not to mention my total lack of muscle tone... everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great Dane!"
He laughed and told me to stop being so silly. He teased me saying that chubby gray haired older women were cute, and he was sure I would still be a great lover.
Anyway, he giggled, "I've put on a few pounds myself!"
So I told him to f*ck off.

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I was in Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina for my dog, Schatzi, and was in line to check out. The woman behind me asked if I had a dog... Duh!! I was feeling a bit crabby so on impulse, I told her NO. I was starting the Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital the last time, but that I'd lost 50 lbs. before I'd awakened in the intensive care unit with tubes coming out most of my orifices and IV's in both arms.

Her eyes bugged out of her head. I went on with the bogus diet story and she was totally buying it. I told her that it was an easy, inexpensive diet and that the way it works is to load your pockets or purse with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two everytime you feel hungry. The package said the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.

I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was now enthralled with my story, particularly the tall guy behind her.

Horrified, she asked if something in the dog food had poisoned me and was that why I ended up in the hospital. I said no... I'd been sitting in the middle of the street licking my ass when a car hit me.

I thought the tall guy behind her was going to have to be carried out...

Have a great looong weekend everyone!

Surprised?

I’ve been going to meditation classes for over three years now and I do try to meditate outside of classes because I think it does help me. You know how sometimes you feel that you’ve changed, but don’t quite know how? Well, a part of me has been feeling that way. I know that I manage my stress better, not really physically but emotionally. I feel more … hmmm… calm, inside. Things that would make me freak out in the past, well don’t get to me as much. I do, still, get “excited” but not to the point of wanting to pop someone. Except for when I’m on the phone. There’s something about talking to dumb people on the phone that still gets me wind up like an old coil ready to burst through a mattress. Anyway, I digress…

Last week I read this on Trueself’s blog:

Name 3 bloggers of the same sex you’d like to have drinks with. (1) Stinkypaw because she was the first to comment on this blog and has a great moral compass.

I was surprised (and happy!) to see my name there. I’m always amazed when someone, a complete stranger, I’ve never met says something so nice about me. Yes, like Liz told me today, we get to know the people we read through their blog, but even then...

We had dinner with friends that we don’t see that often due to life’s crazy rhythm. While they were visiting our new dig, she mentioned how much I’ve changed. She seems to think that I was more grounded, not as easily shaken by daily stupidities (like all the issues with the builder). She asked if it was meditation. I don’t know. I have been working on myself, trying to think more before doing something, to evaluate better a situation and mostly to let things slide more often. There is enough crap holding us down, I don’t need to hold on to things. I choose my battle if you wish. Or like a friend told me Saturday, I’m getting older…

A friend from meditation told me last night that she felt that I had lost a certain sadness since I joined the class. It was quite perceptive of her. But before she actually said it I’ve never really thought of it.

More and more I realise that I didn’t have “it” easy. But at the same time, I would say that I had a good life. I’m learning that even if certain things weren’t the “normal” things to see, endure or live through I did it. I guess that without knowing it I carried on, because it was my life. Too many of us choose to be a victim of our own actions, or fears. We don’t take charge or responsibility. Granted it is much easier to blame others, or to rely on others for our misery. I’ve been told that I’m “cold”, “blunt” or simply a bitch. I’m the first one to call myself that, and if it means that I have control over my destiny, so be it!

Update: I received an interesting email that was perfect for my other blog, check it out - so appropriate today!

Back to school

Yesterday I saw a few mothers with their kids shopping for school supplies and it reminded me just how much I used to love this time of year, where everything was a new beginning.

I used to love going back to school, even when I didn’t really like the school I went to. It’s not like I changed school a lot. On the contrary we were quite sedentary. From first grade until 6th grade I went to “Ste-Cunégonde” – a little school built as part of a convent – the nuns used to lived in the middle on if all, and at both ends of the building were the classrooms. I could (and did!) walk there. For the first few years my mom would walk me to school. Every morning we would walk together; when I would come out for lunch she’d be waiting for me to walk home with me, and we’d do it all over again after lunch. There weren’t many mothers who were doing that, but she did, everyday. Once, only once, my father was waiting for me when I came out at the end of the day. I immediately knew there was trouble. I didn’t know if it was something I had done or if something had happened, but I knew that something wasn’t right. As we walked home, I could feel his sadness. I remember walking in silence next to him, holding his hand. I was about 7or 8 years old. Before we got home he told me that Miquet, my very first cat, was dead.

I had found that cat as a few days old kitten. The mother had her litter on the windowsill of a neighbour. There were 3 little kittens. Miquet was the smallest of them. All grey, and meowing his little head off. His eyes weren’t even opened. His mom wasn’t even taking care of him, so I asked the neighbour if I could take it home. Everybody thought I shouldn’t since it didn’t look like he would make it. My dad and I took care of it. It was my cat. Since it was so small, I used one of my doll’s plastic bottle to feed him. I would get my mom to fill it up with warm milk and hand fed my kitten. Drop by drop. His eyes were infected, I remember putting Polysporin on its lids. I loved my kitty so much. I would wrap him up like I did my dolls, put him in my trolley and walk around our neighbourhood. Against all odds he survived.

That cat was like a dog. He would follow me everywhere. He would fetch and was trained not to go on our “new” carpet in the living room. We would throw his ball in the living room and he would chase it full speed and hit the brakes right by the carpet. Often he would stop so abruptly that he would flip over! He would then get back on his paws and scurry the other direction.

At the time my parents owned a restaurant, a little snack bar, and we basically lived in the back store. In the restaurant there was a pinball machine (I’m going back to the 70s here). Whenever the cat would hear the sound of the machine “booting” (when people put money in to play), he would run up, jumped on the glass and chased those frisky balls. He could do that for as long as the players had quarters. Some guys thought it was hilarious and would play just to watch him leaping and batting at the glass. I could basically do anything to that cat, from dressing him in my dolls’ clothes, to sit him up like a doll, he would let me do as I pleased with him. He was playful and would go to anyone. He would often pounce; one of his favourite things to do was to hide behind the restaurant front door (left open in the summer) and then pounced on people’s legs as they came in. They would jump in surprise in return, and then he would run away. Everyone thought it was funny except for Madame Berry. She was this old lady who lived down the street. She would only come once a week, on Thursday on her way home from work, to get fries. Miquet was hidden behind the door, awaiting his next prey, when Madame Berry came in. He jumped up her leg and took off. She screeched so loud and got really upset. She told my father there was nothing funny about having a silly cat scaring off patrons and left without ordering her fries. My dad thought differently as well as the few customers sitting at the counter.

I found out after that dreadful day my dad came to pick me up at school, that Madame Berry had filed a complaint with the city. A city inspector came and asked if we owned a cat. They had received a complaint about said cat. My dad tried to play dumb. We only had an outdoor cat. The inspector then took a quarter and started the pinball machine, and as usual, Miquet ran from the back and jumped on. He presented a formal notice, to get rid of the cat. It wasn’t sanitary.

My father “took care” of Miquet not long after. The afternoon he did it was the day he came to pick me up at school. He told me what he had done and why. I still see myself crying when he opened the box in which laid my cat. I picked him up, kissed him and when I looked at my father it was the very first time I saw him cry. I loved that cat so much, we all did. I remember that day so vividly…

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Council job

A guy goes to the local Post Office to apply for a job.
The interviewer asks him, " Have you been in the service?"
"Yes," he says. "I was in the armed forces for three years"
The interviewer says, "That will give you extra points toward employment" and then asks, "Are you disabled in any way?"
The guy says, "Yes, 100%. A mortar round exploded near me and blew my testicles off."
The interviewer tells the guy, " O.K. I can hire you right now. The hours are from 8:00 A M. to 4:00 P.M. You can start tomorrow. Come in at 10:00A.M. "
The guy is puzzled and says, "If the hours are from 8:00 A.M. to 4:00 P.M., then why do you want me to come in at 10:00 A.M. ?"
"This is a government job", the interviewer says. "For the first two hours we stand around scratching our balls. No point in you coming in for that."

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At a U2 concert in Ireland , Bono (the lead singer) asks the audience for some quiet. Then he starts to slowly clap his hands. Holding the audience in total silence, he says into the microphone...."I want you to think about something. Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies."

A voice from the front of the audience yells out...."Then stop clapping, ya asshole!"

You Got To Love the Irish!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Quick update about today's work

The floor guy did remember to show up today. He was here for part of the day. The basement looked like a mess, wood bits and saw dust everywhere. He did manage to get the scratched boards out and replaced them with new ones. He did have some problems getting some of them back in... I don't think it looks that good, but Hubby wanted it done, and now it is done! So now Tobi's litter can go there! Huuzah!

Then two carpenters (one of which was the same guy who nailed through the pipe) showed up, they redid a baseboard because I didn't like the way he had done it previously. They were in the process of installing the linen closet door, when one of them measured it and guess what? The freakin' door is 20" when the opening is 24"!!! So... no door yet again!

Then the plumber fixed the pipe outside on our deck, since it was hanging lose. What a racket that made. He had to drill through the bricks.

And, I'm sitting here trying to work while this is all going on! yeah right!

Then the plaster guy showed up and he fixed the hole in the kitchen, and sanded the other areas (next to the tub, the ceiling of the stairs going down, the office's closet) - yet another messy job!

Each time one of these guys come by I clean up after them. I'm getting tired of this game we're playing... I want it to be over!!! Soon, I know...

Oh how I wish I could just solve whatever obstacles I face this easily!

Are we there yet?

I'm not going to talk again about the kitchen, nor the other issues until they are actually done. It could take a while before I post anything about that, but the site manager told Hubby they (the handy crappy, morons workmen) are supposed to be here first thing this morning, to fix our floor (which was suppoed to be done last week, but they had forgotten), to re-do the baseboard (without nailing through any pipe), to re-do the joints (plaster) , to sand and then re-paint! Oh yeah, and install our linen closet door. Finally! But I'm not holding my breath for some reason... Don't know why. Argh!

This is what the outside of our place looked like when we moved in:


Notice all the junk, and lovely port-a-potty? The brick wall was done shortly after, at least. The port-a-potty was moved last Monday actually. When we told people we were living on a construction site we weren't kidding! It was.

Within the last few days some progress was made in that area (at least!). Here's what our front entrance looks like:



Better wouldn't you say? Today they painted the railing. It's getting there... slowly... very slowly *sigh*

Hell’s Kitchen!

Nope I’m not going to talk about Chef Ramsay and how bad he is, ‘cause I don’t think he’s all that bad. I actually like him. I enjoy watching those morons being yelled at because they don’t do their jobs right. Oh how I wish!! Once, only once! To let a real dumbass know how deep in shit he/she is! Joy, pure and simple joy. But it’s not for me.

If you’ve been reading my blog you know by now that we are having some fucked up, issues with our builder re. our kitchen. That is/was actually the major pain in our butts. Thursday, as promised, the cabinetmaker showed up and fixed our fridge hole. They had to cut some cabinets, take off the counter top, etc. but in the end we had a 1.5” wider hole! Woohoo!

See here, the little white gap, that’s how much space we needed to get our fridge in! And for those of you who think an inch doesn’t make that much of a difference, I beg to differ!

Friday morning a carpenter showed up for fix the baseboard, followed by a painter to “touch up” the repairs. Friday night, Hubby and I decided to wait until Saturday to move the fridge back in place. To move it out of the kitchen wasn’t an easy task. We had to remove the doors, the drawer and slide it to the dinning room. Our fridge is fucking big, that’s all I have to say about that!

Saturday morning we decide to do our errands first and before putting away the groceries we would move the fridge. Finally, after 51 days we would have the kitchen we designed! Hum, not quite!

Hubby touched the pipe coming out of the wall to feed the water to the fridge, when we started hearing “pschhhhh”. WTF? Where is this coming from? Hubby ran down to the garage and turned the water main off. The noise stopped. Damn it! Could we have a leak?! That can’t be! This is fucking unreal! Let’s just say that Hubby was beyond himself. We tried to call the contractor, their plumber, no answer. Of course not, it’s Saturday after all! So we left them a message saying that we were calling a plumber because we couldn’t be without water for the weekend.

We did call a plumber. In order to find the cause of the sound he had to make a hole in our freshly painted wall. FUCK!!!

He cut the wall and this is what he saw…

Do you see the two long nails? Well they were in the fucking pipe! Do you see the water dripping? The space between the two walls is soaking wet! The carpenter stapled through our water pipe for the fridge when he re-installed the baseboard!

The plumber fixed it and $251.82 later we were leakless and still not able to put our mutha fuckin’ fridge in its place!

This is one big fuckin’ nightmare! And I’m starting to be really fed up… can you tell?!
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Image: Hell's Kitchen

Stop the Abuse

As you may have seen in my sidebar I have joined a few groups, like Indie Blogger, Blogorama, etc. Last night, I received a message/invite from Blog Catalog that I thought I would share with you.

How would you like to be part of Blogging History? How, you may ask? Simple! In July, bloggers joined together to blog about Organ Donation and the gift of life. Now, bloggers are again joining together to blog about another important cause: Abuse.

This takes no more than a few minutes of your time. There’s no money involved, just a desire to join others to bring awareness to all types of abuse in our world. The more of us who speak out, the more likely our voices will be heard.

You could, like I probably will, instead of writing about something personal that happened to you, accept the challenge of Sand Traveller to write from someone (thing) else's points of view.

I’m going to start thinking about this, since I know that on that day I will be away. But I think I’d like to do this, what do you think?

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Quebecer (This was sent to me by my dear Hawaiian friend...)
:

If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May; you live in Quebec. (what they don't close everywhere?!)

If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time; you live in Quebec. (only to take out the garbage!)

If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number; you live in Quebec. (well he sounded nice...)

If you measure distance in hours; you live in Quebec. (I had to laugh because I do that!)

If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once; you live in Quebec. (yeah well, I have many cousins and friends!)

If you have switched from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again; you live in Quebec. (I've done that... but I thought it was because I was flashing!)

If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching; you live in Quebec. (That I don't really do! I'd say 50 mph!)

If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked; you live in Quebec. (I know many who do that, but I don't! We live in a city afterall!)

If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them; you live in Quebec. (yeah ok, so what?!)

If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit; you live in Quebec. (LOL, my mom used to!)

If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph -- you're going 80 and everybody is passing you; you live in Quebec. (that or you're an Ontarian being passed by a Quebecer!)

If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow; you live in Quebec. (That is SO true!)

If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction; you live in Quebec.

If you find -6 degrees "a little chilly"; you live in Quebec. (It is!)

If you actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all your Quebec friends & family; you live (or lived) in Quebec. (or in my HI friend's case: she's been here in winter!)

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That's not "just" in Quebec, but worldwide!

Have a great weekend everyone!
And please, come visit us!

Pilot's Dilemma

You are a South African bush pilot. You fly in some critical medical supplies, enjoy a quick lunch at the hospital.

It's a stifling 100 degrees in the shade and you're eager to get back up to the cool, high blue yonder.

On the way back to your plane, you discover that the only bit of shade, within 10 miles, has become very popular... You start calculating the distance to the plane door. And wonder... "Do I feel lucky today?"


Isn't THAT awesome????????

Randomly

Yesterday a friend came over, she’s on vacation, and we had a great afternoon. We made our way to Old-Montreal, had a late lunch, did lots of shopping (I was good, and didn’t buy much, only 2 things ). I found the cutest toothpaste lid, of course it’s an Alessi! I just love it! Isn’t it cute!

When I got home Hubby told me we had received a letter from our builder… You see a few weeks ago I did write him a letter in which I let him know my disappointment about our fridge/cabinets mistake and the fact that certain things were taking long to get fix. I was polite. Yesterday we received a gift certificate for a 2 nights stay, including a gastronomic diner and breakfasts at Manoir St-Sauveur, including a short letter thanking us for our patience and understanding. Not bad for expressing my frustration!

Our kitchen is supposedly going to be “done” Thursday, so today I repacked some boxes. I’m so fed up of packing and unpacking! Argh!

Today they actually did the entrance, planted some bushes and laid some grass! Completely different look to our front door!

Things are moving, and this time it seems to be in the right direction!

…I needed that!

Another week

Yesterday we were supposed to do Dim Sum with some friends and their kids. First they were going to see an IMAX movie and then they would walk over to see our new place and then we would walk to Chinatown. Plans didn’t quite work out that way. They called us at around 10 with a major change of plans. They were coming over right then, because there had been an accident at the IMAX theatre. So about 20 minutes later, six “tourists” showed up at our door. There was a lot of commotion. One of guys had stayed behind because he was first on the scene and had to give a declaration. Turns out this grandmother who was there with her 3 grandkids, lost her footing and felt through a glass barrier, about 20 feet high. She didn’t make it. The doctor who showed up on the scene was her son. Imagine that!! Our friend, who used to be a volunteer fireman, was a bit shaken up, he hadn’t been in a situation like that in a few years.

We never know what life has in stock for us, do we? Think about it, this lady took her grandkids for a morning movie and instead of seeing a movie about dinosaurs, they saw they grandmother fall and die. How messed up is that?!

We did go to Dim Sum, enjoyed a great meal and cherished the fact that we were together with friends. We walked our friends to their cars and Hubby & I walked home, through the Old Port. Yesterday was pretty hot and humid, so we cooled down a bit before making our way to the funeral home to pick up the ashes of Hubby’s mom. We put her in a nice thing that she had painted and it fit perfectly. I also put in Hubby’s first little car (Dinky Toy), a Volks’ Beetle, as I had promised her.

When we got back home, my mother was waiting for us, sitting on our front steps. She dropped by for a quick visit – she just had to see our new place. She had brought us some freshly picked (from her garden) tomatoes and some cucumbers and some corn. Guess what we had for dinner?

I found out this morning that on Thursday the cabinetmaker will be here to fix our fridge issue. I can hardly believe that our fridge will eventually be in its hole! Can’t wait to see that! Then the floor guy called and his guys are supposed to be here to fix the floor downstairs… This is already starting to feel like this week will be another of those crazy messed up busy week…

Seven Year Itch!

Happy Anniversary to my sweet Hubby!

May we continue to scracth our itch together for a long time!

'Luv 'ya!
YCWC

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The Sheriff in a small town walks out in the street and sees a blond cowboy coming down the walk with nothing on but his cowboy hat, gun, and his boots, so he arrests him for indecent exposure.
As he is locking him up, he asks "Why in the world are you dressed like this?
The Cowboy says, "Well it's like this Sheriff.... I was in the bar down the road and this pretty little red head asks me to go out to her motor home with her... so I did. We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt ... so I did.
Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants… so I did.
Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts... so I did.
Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and says, "Now go to town cowboy... ".
And here I am.

Son of a Gun, Blond Men do exist.

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Happy Friday!

I just have to say it...

...since we don't know what the future holds.

I just want to tell you, my blends and lurkers, that I do 'love 'ya!

If you want to read more, click on the link, and check out my other blog.

Thank you for reading and please, do come back!

"Toto, We're Not In Kansas Anymore"

Since we’ve moved, a lot of people have been asking me if I enjoyed being in the city. It seems strange to some that we chose concrete versus gardens. I grew up in Montréal. Granted it was a very different neighbourhood than this one, but still, I was in the city. I never really considered myself a suburbanite. I am a city girl. I do love nature and being out in the woods, but I do enjoy the busy life of town. I also thing that I could adjust pretty much anywhere. As long as I feel safe, and it doesn’t stink!

Last night while driving to my meditation class I saw a couple walking hand in hand. They looked in love, beaming on this fine summer day. As I drove past them I realised that they were actually two men. ( oh! Did I tell you that I’m living very close to “the Village” ? Nope? Well I do; walking distance from it actually).

I started thinking of a comment I heard the other day from someone on Big Brother 8 (yeah, yeah, I watch it… shoot me!) and it made me think that we are pretty weird creatures. I don’t know how many people I’ve heard say things like “Oh I’m fine with this” or “I don’t care about that”, etc. and it’s all fine and dandy but as soon as it (whatever “it” may be) gets close to them, then it’s a whole different story. But I digress. I'll keep this for another post at some point.

I think I’m an open mind person (Those of you who actually do know me, correct me if I'm wrong). As long as I don't get hurt, I don’t care. I will say that I am curious, and at times I will ask questions. I want to get a better understanding but there’s not much that can really disturb me.

It has been one month since we left the suburbs to move in the heart of our city. Last week I had to go pick up some documents at the travel agent for my FIL, and while walking to their office I had a moment where I felt like Dorothy in the "Wizard of Oz": while waiting on the corner of St-Denis & René-Lévesque for the light to turn green, I saw on the opposite corner two hobos, one girl talking to herself and one guy in a really nice suit. I wasn’t in suburbia anymore, but right smack downtown! There is no way in hell I would have seen anything remotely near to that scene in the West Island. And to think of seeing two guys holding hands… unimaginable!

I guess I’m going to love living here! Hee.
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So I'm fat...

As you may (or not) know, I’m not what one would call “small”, “fragile”, “petite”… I’m not saying that I’m huge either, but I’m “well in doubts”, but not in the boobs department! I’m not “cut” – far from it, unless a very dull knife was used! I would describe myself as “pleasantly plump”, and on certain days (most) I would say I’m fat. I have a belly. And yes I know the risk for my heart, etc. I’ve ALWAYS had a belly. No matter how much I trained or how thin I was, I had one and when I look at my mom, I know where it comes from!

As I’m aging I’m also realising that I’m somewhat growing to accept myself a little more. I’m happy about that. Of course there are things that I wish I could easily change, but I’m not really willing, nor am I ready to starve myself or be on diets. I do watch what I eat, but if I feel like chocolate I also do indulge. Hee.

Saturday we were invited to some friends for a pool party. I love to swim, but like most women out there, I’m not crazy about the swimsuit part. Saturday was a nice summer day. We were about 12 people and 3 kids. We got there late in the afternoon, but the sun was still warm. I sat with a friend and chitchatted for a while, but the pool kept calling me. So, not long after we arrived, both Hubby and I went in to put our swimsuits on. It’s not at all like I feel confident to walk around in a bathing suit – far from it. But I enjoy the water more than I care for the way I look, especially among friends...

I have the body I do at this time, because I’m too lazy to exercise more or to eat less. I know why. It’s not like I don’t know what I need to do to lose the extra padding. I’m just not willing to work at it. But unlike this chipmunk I still can easily scratch my ass!

I was actually surprised to hear one or two men present commenting on their bodies, on how fat they felt. I guess it’s not really a gender thing. No matter what sex we are, our bodies are always an issue… for something rather.

It’s sad when you think of it. We are here for what? 70, 80 years if were lucky? And we don’t enjoy the biggest part of who we are or what makes us. I think it is REALLY a sad reflection of our times...

I understand that there are days where you just don’t feel like getting your ass in a pool. I get that; especially around “that time of the month”. I do remember those days… But when I hear someone complain about his or her weight when they aren’t really over weight, that does bug me a little. Yes we all feel the way we feel about our bodies, but please!

I see it that way: you learn to accept your “roll” and deal with it, or if you really can’t bear looking at your fat ass, then do something about it! I was the fat chick at the pool and I was the only one in the water – go figure.

... but I had a great time!

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A married couple was in a terrible accident where the man's face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from his body because he was too skinny.
So the wife offered to donate some of her own skin. However, the only skin on her body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from her buttocks.
The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the Skin came from, and they requested that the doctor also honor their secret.
After all, this was a very delicate matter.

After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the man's new face. He looked more handsome than he ever had before! All his friends and relatives just went on and on about his youthful beauty!

One day, he was alone with his wife, and he was overcome with emotion at her sacrifice. He said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. How can I possibly repay you?"

My darling," she replied, "I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."

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This guy had what he thought was a great tattoo...

...until he wound up in jail.

Now he's... THE MOST POPULAR GUY IN PRISON!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Mamarazzi?!

I have a curious nature. I assume it. I also know that “famous” people are also regular people. I have a few friends in the “industry” and they are regular folks, but still when it’s someone you enjoy I think one can’t help to wonder and be curious about… or is that only for freaks?

The reason I'm asking is because there's a local artist that lives in our new building.

I remember the day we were at the sales office choosing our tiles, etc. when I saw a list pinned on a board with the expected delivery dates of each unit. I looked at it since I wanted to see if our condo was on that list, and came across the name of that “known” person. I got all excited to think that he would actually be a neighbour.

Last night when I went to bed I used my MP3 player and at some point his album came on. I thought “How strange, the guy singing this actually lives upstairs from me.”

Since I’ve known that he lives there I’ve been hoping to see him.
He’s cute (don't you think so?) and he seems to be a nice guy (from what I’ve seen on TV or read about him). Plus, I’m also curious to see how his condo looks, because after all, he lives in the same building we do. I know it’s way bigger than ours, plus he has a rooftop terrace, but I'd like to know what other extras people chose when they purchased their condo... did they go for the melamine or wood cabinet, granit counter?

What do you think? Is it more a "girl thing"? I’m asking because whenever we walk by his place I peek in that direction, and Hubby always says “Would you…” and keeps on walking. I know I’ve already written this before, but I do love to walk at night and peep in people’s houses. I also so know I’m not the only one who does that (right Preppygirl?!).

So am I a freak of nature or simply a curious person?

But you must admit, he's a cutie! Isn't he? I think so!