Archive for February, 2008

This is so true – so sadly true.

February 26, 2008 Leave a comment
Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"

You’re a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don’t lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.

Your ideal Valentine’s Day date: is all about the person you’re seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)

Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic

What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays

Why you’re hot: you don’t just play hard to get – you are hard to get

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They are persistent!

February 25, 2008 Leave a comment
It used to be that when the Jehovah’s wanted to recruit, they would go door to door in pairs and talk to you. If you were home and had 25 cents, they would give you a copy of their magazine, the Watchtower.
Recently, they’ve been coming to visit and I haven’t been home. Normally, you’d never know, but now they are leaving the magazine in my mailbox. I don’t need to see them in person or pay the 25 cents. I put the magazine directly into recycle.
This morning, I was taking my newspaper (the Toronto Star is giving me a couple months of free papers) out of the mailbox and there was a large envelope with a hand-written address to me. Well, to "occupant", but it had my entire proper address in there. If it were some kind of junk mail, it would just be in my mailbox unaddressed.
I opened it on my way to work. It’s a copy of the magazine. I threw it in the recycle at work.
Now that I’m onto their sneaky ways, they may escalate their methods and actually mail it to me. But I’m not going to read it until they send it registered mail.
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It may be the end of an era.

February 18, 2008 Leave a comment
The DS and I went for coffee today at my favourite coffee shop in Port Credit. There was a time when I lived in Port Credit and I would go there on Saturday morning and Sunday morning to read and have a fattening latte and just slow down to enjoy life. I tried going to the fancier coffee shop, but it was very impersonal. The people at this coffee shop knew me and what I wanted to order. I was a regular.
When I was dating Stella, it was part of our weekend ritual to go there and play Scrabble. In the beginning, I kicked her ass and I didn’t even have to try. At the end of a year, she was beating me at least 50% of the time and I was trying very hard.
I went there with my mom and my aunt (where my mom saw Mike Bullard), and my dad, and all kinds of people. I bought art there from the artists who served my coffee. They are the only coffee shop who still serves my favourite coffee – the creme brule latte. It was my favourite coffee shop. My coffee home.
Today it was closed and some strange man was behind the counter. Looked like the owner’s husband. I’m hoping they are just doing some renos but I’m thinking they’re shutting down.
We went to the Second Cup down the road. I had a decaf tea.
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Twirling is not for the meek.

February 11, 2008 Leave a comment
I went to my flag twirling rehearsal on Sunday. We are learning our new summer routine. It’s very faggy. It also involves many tosses. While practicing a toss, the flag came down a little too quickly and a little too close to my face. It whacked me in the nose.
My nose still hurts today. Very much. It didn’t bleed, I don’t have black eyes, there isn’t even swelling. But it hurts like a bitch.
Flag twirling sounds like a pretty sport. It sounds innocuous. But it’s lethal. Don’t even get me started on why I have to wear steel toe boots when doing rifle twirling.
And for the record, I’ve never gotten injured at boxing. Go figure. Beware gay sports.
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Egg-citing lesson

February 2, 2008 Leave a comment
If you’re boiling eggs, don’t leave them unattended. Apparently, when the water boils away, not only do you ruin the pot, the eggs explode… or "eggsplode".
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