tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60198312024-03-19T08:59:30.683-04:00feminine wiles & urban survival 101Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-33694986036269188052016-05-23T12:08:00.001-04:002016-05-23T12:08:39.202-04:00Fresh StartTime to revamp this blog.<br />
Getting back to the roots of what it had fully intentioned to being.<br />
Time is now. ;)<span id="fullpost">
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Seems that the television world is rife with Amish living. Why now? Why at the same time as programs such as 'Honey Boo Boo', 'Toddlers and Tiaras' and 'Sister Wives' (which freaks me out on another creepo level)?<br />
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TLC used to be known as The Learning Channel. Now I can't help but wonder what we are supposed to be learning.<br />
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Discuss.Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-35321609365128212662013-09-06T20:00:00.000-04:002013-09-06T20:00:00.997-04:00How Comfortable Do You Feel? Naked.<span id="fullpost">
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<span id="fullpost">One of my Kick the Can challenges for the next 4 months is to go on at least 2 dates.</span><br />
Yes. Time to reclaim my feminine wiles and while I'm talking about dating, I am hoping that they will eventually lead to more dating and sex. So, let's have a chat about nudity.<br />
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I was reading an <a href="http://jezebel.com/women-reach-peak-nudity-happiness-at-age-34-1177193088">article on Jezebel</a> the other day about how women are nudity "happiest" (yes, in quotes) with their bodies at age 34. <br />
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It got me thinking on a personal level when and even if I was ok with being naked...even by myself.<br />
I've never enjoyed sleeping naked (what if there's a fire?) and have only done it on a few occasions when it was either too bearable to wear clothes or at a partner's request. Even though I live out in the country, I never strip down to put on a bathing suit in the backyard (we have a pool), but instead get dressed and undressed in my room or the bathroom and make my way down to the pool. I barely even look at myself naked in a mirror (let alone with clothing on).<br />
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I only ever skinny dipped as a child and in a daring turn of drunken events, once at a friend's cottage (and that was mainly to impress upon the crush of my desire that I was a brave girl (consequently a very drunk one)).<br />
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Nakedness or nudity was never a bad thing in my childhood or growing up, so I wonder when I developed this overly sensitive fear of getting down to brass tacks and taking my kit off (as my Scottish friends would say).<br />
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In the past with boyfriends, I immediately knew who was 'worthy' of seeing me naked and those who were not. Boyfriends who complimented me and loved me and made me feel beautiful helped lessen the constant state of anxiety about getting naked in front of them. My high school boyfriend definitely saw me more naked than any of the other men I've dated. But I suppose I didn't have the hang ups about "how I was supposed to look" back then (despite reading Cosmo) and he always embraced my shape and body and made me feel beautiful. That's one of the things I miss most about him...his ability to make me feel good!<br />
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Since then, I've had a slew of boyfriends who may have made me feel good about myself from time to time, but far too nervous and uncomfortable to be totally naked in front of them for varying reasons. Sex and nudity is something I've always struggled with...positioning sheets or clothing in front of areas that I personally find unflattering on myself. I've even dated men who have asked about why I hide my body from them, but I've failed to tell them that I need to be told I'm sexy, beautiful, hot, desirable with my clothes both on AND off...and frequently.<br />
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Needy chicks do that and I'm not needy...or at least I didn't think I was. But maybe I am.<br />
A tougher question would be, why do I not date guys who make me feel like I want to get totally in-your-face naked with them early on? Rather than the "let's do it with the lights out" sorta guys. The guys that I can never fully trust (even though I want to). My last 'serious' relationship, I started dressing more and more out of his view because in my mind, he didn't deserve it and it was my way of punishing him because I wasn't getting what I needed out of the relationship. Sensing that, I should have just come clean and broken up with him. Not that it would have mattered to be honest.<br />
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Part of it is because I don't like my body (I'm working on this) and partly because I've dated men who have only been concerned with themselves and their needs and wants (and I've given into them with wild abandon of my own desires). These are the things about my personal life that I'm desperately trying to change/understand as I hurtle towards 40. <br />
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Yes.,...at 34 I wasn't exactly happy with my body either, so I'm not entirely sure what these women were talking about. But then again, I'm assuming they aren't single either. People like Lena Dunham of HBO Girl's fame has been <a href="http://www.skinnyvscurvy.com/beauty-body-image/lena-dunham-naked-screen-essentially-important-contribution-world.html">an inspiration</a> in the whole 'embrace your nakedness campaign' for women and for me personally. Like the show or hate the show, you can rest assured that main character Hannah (played by Dunham) will be putting herself out there and is ultimately comfortable with being naked and not being perfect. <br />
It's a quality I find endearing and something I'm aiming for myself.<br />
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So what about you... how comfortable do you feel getting naked?Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-62818997136231356852013-02-12T23:01:00.001-05:002013-02-12T23:49:53.639-05:00Feminine Wiles & Valentine's Day<span id="fullpost">
The big "love" day of the year when all the restaurants are booked, the price of fresh cut flowers skyrockets and the amount of chocolate to be found is purely diabetic!</span><br />
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Valentine's Day. As a kid, I gave out cards to all my classmates being very careful as to what message I wanted the boy of my elementary school affections to receive on the card. Often, I'd slip in a secret admirer card in there too for good measure. It's nice to know you have a secret admirer, even if you didn't know who they were! (Less stalkerish when you are 5.)<br />
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As I got older, I still sent cards and received cards (some from boys I wasn't too thrilled about, but still appreciated). I attended school dances, wore red and tried my hand at flirting with the notion that Valentine's day was the most romantic day in the world. I embraced and gave love in words and deeds to all friends (and that cute boyish grade 11 guy from Portugal who didn't speak English very well, but could kiss like a man). *swoon*<br />
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Out in the workplace I also had secret admirer crushes (don't we all?) and even though nothing serious came from any of it, I was happy that they were let in on the notion that someone found them completely adorable. <br />
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I've had my share of unromantic boyfriends. Most of them were, sadly. Meh. It happens. I've always been the hardcore romantic and I suppose I've even adapted to dating men who aren't. Unfortunately.<br />
I promise I will date the <strike>next</strike> romantic man I find and leave the rest behind.<br />
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But just because I am without a lover for this holiday does not mean I have soured. No. In fact, I plan on celebrating my own way (or rather my employer's way) and I will be working, wearing red lipstick and making every effort to really love myself this year, not just the one day. That's the best gift I can give myself. Hey, I've been doing a great job so far.<br />
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Speaking of love and the all encompassing confusion surrounding it, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/girlsHBO" target="_blank">Girls</a> was unbelieveable this week. Completely raw and beautiful. I hope you are watching it. HBO on Sunday nights at 9pm.
(Eeeeeek...and Patrick Wilson!!)<br />
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Are you Valentine-less this Valentine's day? How are you celebrating? Are you celebrating?<br />
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<br />Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-908705616857806412013-02-03T10:11:00.003-05:002013-02-03T10:12:52.278-05:00Beautiful Girls<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Fbwsh9Iw_w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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One of the best monologues ever about men and women... and attractiveness.<br>
<b>Movie::</b> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115639/">Beautiful Girls </a>Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-53562572160321523282013-01-24T11:23:00.002-05:002013-01-24T11:23:55.570-05:00Kryptonite<span id="fullpost">
I hadn't thought about him for a while (I guess truth is that he is always on my mind somewhere in the dark recesses), but last night after a chat with a friend, thoughts of him came flooding back to me.</span><br />
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It's a happy-sad sort of situation. I'm happy when I hear from him. I'm happy he's good and healthy and I'm always hoping he's happy or knows he can change it if he isn't. I'm sad that that's the only way I can think about him anymore and that we don't actually talk. I'm sad that I don't know why we don't talk, but I'm sadder to also know the deeper reasons behind why we don't. I'm sad that things weren't different in the chilly time we spent that winter. I miss J. I miss his friendship <strong><em>a lot</em></strong>. It's been hard without him.<br />
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While I definitely know that I had nothing to do with the tough decisions that I had to make on our behalf and he had his own set of criteria that brought about decisions he made. A relationship is made up of two people, each with individual needs, desires and faceted personalities. Each person determining their course of action within the relationship. He made decisions I didn't agree with, maybe I was a different person, maybe he had to make decisions because I couldn't...and maybe I did, because he couldn't.<br />
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Then I thought about it. He's my Kryptonite. He always has been. I just wish I could hear his voice now and again.Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-38584741270804654732013-01-09T12:10:00.001-05:002013-01-09T12:10:37.145-05:00Is There Ever a New Day on an Old Relationship?A recent conversation with a coworker who was re-entering a relationship with his past has spawned this conversation. <br />
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I've always had the belief that once a relationship sours, it's practically impossible to reignite the flames to a point where the relationship is 100% salvageable.<br />
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My coworker is optimistically positive that it can work. He was the person in the past who had been freed by his girlfriend and she is his first love and he is in his mid-late 20's.<br />
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Age and experience definitely plays a factor in what I believe to be a big mistake when considering a return to a previous relationship. I think the role you played and who/how it ended matters too.<br />
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But overall, I think it's just a big mistake. Unless a significant amount of time has passed and you've worked on correcting the contributing factor you brought to the breakup, it's simply doomed to be repeated.. But on a much faster downhill slope.<br />
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And boy, since he got back with his ex, he's been cranky! How do you feel about reuniting with an old flame?Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-91531161538431213672012-12-09T18:08:00.001-05:002013-01-04T22:43:42.037-05:00Coming Up to A Break<span id="fullpost">
I've been working 6 days a week since August and I'm wiped.</span><br />
I am coming up to a hiatus on the work front for a month or so. I'll admit it, I'm very much looking forward to the break.<br />
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I plan on doing so much during that time (so much, that I hope I actually get it done)!<br />
Here's my list...<br />
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<li><span style="color: red;"><strike>Make my own wrapping paper (completed! post coming soon)</strike></span></li>
<li><span style="color: red;"><strike>Complete all my holiday cards (I only mail them out to people I definitely won't be seeing)</strike></span></li>
<li><strike><span style="color: red;">Finish purchasing gifts for my family (I have a few bought already)</span></strike></li>
<li><span style="color: red;"><strike>Finish making the gifts I'm making</strike></span> </li>
<li><span style="color: red;"><strike>Blog about said gifts after the fact</strike></span></li>
<li>Take the collection of things I've been piling up to Goodwill (They've been sitting in my room for eons now)</li>
<li>Manage paperwork for my business</li>
<li><span style="color: red;"><strike>Buy(ugh) and put on snowtires</strike></span></li>
<li><strike><span style="color: red;">Watch the movies I've bought but not yet seen (Magic Mike, Dark Shadows)</span></strike></li>
<li>Clean out my hardrive & reorganise my photos</li>
<li>Update my iPod</li>
<li>Book a couple more shoots for the winter (family, engagement, wedding,etc)</li>
<li><span style="color: red;"><strike>Bake Christmas goodies (Confetti Squares, Chocolate Mint bars)</strike></span></li>
<li>Get all three blogs updated *gah*</li>
<li>Get some more prints up for sale in my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/redtoque" target="_blank">Etsy</a> shop</li>
<li>Jump start my winter fitness routine</li>
<li>Work on my budgeting</li>
<li>Blogging regularly. I'm not even sure anyone reads this anymore...but I hope so!</li>
<li>Put together some shoot ideas I've got kicking around</li>
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I hope there is lots of time...I'm gonna need it.Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-5626746163633441822012-10-13T22:28:00.001-04:002012-10-13T22:28:53.710-04:00Nothing Beats...<span id="fullpost">
an Ontario autumn...</span><br />
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Lomo Film:: Burger Bar :: Toronto<br />
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I started a new job on Monday. Same company, different department. I'm not excited about it to be honest & yet with the copious amounts of resumes I've sent out in this past couple of weeks has been painful, I keep hearing nothing. But yet, I keep sending and hoping.<br />
Now don't get me wrong, I am VERY thankful for the job I do have. (Especially in this economy as I know it's been very hard on everyone.)<br />
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I am scared of the job. I think that's part of the problem. It's WAY out of my comfort zone. But that's supposed to be a good thing in this big scary world. No?<br />
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In other news, BCBound is well....BC Bound. Finally. Sadly. The entire ordeal makes me unsure of how to feel. I'm obviously very happy for him. He needed a big change and something to keep him financially secure. This move will accomplish both for him. As for me, I hope we stay in touch and manage to get back to a place that's not as busy, strained or fraught with uncertainty as to whether we can function as good friends...even if it is via text message and We had been in a really great space for a while, flirty, fun and connecting...but something happened. I can't even really pinpoint where we fell apart or what did it...or even if it did! But the progression of a relationship/friendship definitely slowed down. I have some thoughts, but nothing that makes much sense.<br />
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I'm conflicted because I really liked him...and things seemed very positive. I've chased my fair share of men...and I know the best approach is to just let him go emotionally. I'm trying, but it's hard.<br />
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But fear not! Enter 'CuteDad' on the scene. Now, CuteDad has been around for a while. He's divorced and has kids (well, duh). I really like CuteDad. He's fun and sweet and always very lovely. We have always hinted around hanging out, but never made actual plans. We are bordering on that now and it's kind of exciting. <br />
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Even if nothing continues with CuteDad, it's nice to have male company sometimes. I need that. I had so hoped that BCBound would be that for me, but I think it maybe became too scary/serious for him. <br />
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I don't know.<br />
I can't guess anymore...but the one thing is, I will definitely miss him.Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-23840767642624324922012-03-04T17:20:00.003-05:002012-08-08T16:17:55.847-04:00How Not to Cancel Plans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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These things happen. I am totally fine with that. Life happens, things come up and plans change. I adjust. <br />
What I do take issue with is the way that cancellations can sometimes go.<br />
<em>(This applies to friends and dates, not necessarily parties when the host is usually busy with a billion other things, unless of course you are the date of the host or whatnot!)</em><br />
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<strong>1. If I have to call you to verify we have plans::</strong> I immediately have a bad feeling in my stomach if I need to call you/text you to verify the plans for our meeting. I like knowing where and when to meet you in advance of the day of said plans. If you verify we do have plans for that day (on that day), don't cancel them an hour later. Simply cancel then and there, with a heartfelt apology. I have likely spent time and money in advance to see you and turned down other social functions.<br />
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<strong>2. If you fail to apologize::</strong> If you fail to utter an "I'm sorry" to me for cancelling plans, I have a hard time judging if you actually are sorry. It's hurtful. It means that whatever you are going through trumps the fact that we made plans and now I get to spend quality time with my cat (who will certainly not appreciate my new hairdo, shaved legs or Givenchy lipstick). Just tell me how sorry you are. Simple.<br />
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<strong>3. If you do not contact me on the phone - but text me instead::</strong> Texting is not a suitable form of communicating for cancelling plans. You should call to cancel. That allows me to hear <br />
a) how sick you are <br />
b) how sorry you are (there's that apology)<br />
c) the ability to reschedule in person rather than email or via text<br />
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The phone is a far more personal approach that simply typing up a quick "hey, can't make it tonight". A cancellation over the phone is more sincere and giving us both an opportunity to hear tone, vocal inflections and hopefully sincerity.<br />
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When did we lose our ability to connect with people in a civilized manner?<br />
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One of the best dates I ever had happened after a cancellation. While he was unable to make our original date, he called to apologise, rescheduled another time (therefore definitely letting me know he wanted to see me) and when we met up, he apologised again for cancelling and definitely made up for it. I was even informed by a friend of his we ran into (while he was using the restroom) that he had felt really bad for not making our last date. Bonus points by telling your friend you felt bad.<br />
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My recent cancellation would have been fine too...had he followed the above basic social niceties. In all fairness he was sick and he did try to reschedule (although I knew he was going to be busy and rushing to fit me in - so I suggested another time, but he was busy).<br />
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We have yet to reschedule. I have been trying to determine if I am into him because I <em>'think'</em> I am...but this recent cancellation has me on the edge.Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-6102122566393824562012-02-15T10:23:00.000-05:002012-02-15T10:23:30.614-05:00Feminine Wiles... at WorkRemember when you were in school and nervously sent Valentine's day cards to that special person who got your attention?<br />
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Well, at work I recently had that opportunity...and took it. Rather than cards, they sent cookies out with notes to people at work and I sent out cookies to a man in a different department than I'm in. Simply because I think he's handsome...and has a fabulous smile.<br />
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He doesn't know me at all... I don't know him at all. But it's nice to remind people that they are 'admired'...and no..not in a creepy way!<br />
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My note simply read: "Happy Valentines Day! I hope these cookies are as sweet as your smile."<br />
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I watched them being delivered and him being very surprised (I can see him from my desk) and all his coworkers trying to determine who sent them and him trying to guess if it was them. I did add my name to the card, but he doesn't know what department I'm in (obviously)...it just made me smile to see him smile for the rest of the afternoon.<br />
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Sometimes people need to be reminded.<br />
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In other news, the boy (BCBound) whom I've been spending time with over the past month or so has decided to scale back our blossoming relationship. I can't do anything about it, but accept it. It makes me very sad as things seemed to be going very well...but he has an ex that has resurfaced and would like to handle things there. So...I have to let go...<br />
(And yes...he is thinking/dreaming about moving to BC still...at some point)<br />
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It's a shame though because how do you compete with someone who knows him better and vice versa than you do?Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-21086646036869411202010-12-01T14:50:00.000-05:002010-12-01T14:50:36.425-05:00Whoa Is Me...Feminine Wiles & FootballI admit it....ever since I watched Down with Webster (Yay Toronto band!) perform in the opening ceremony for the Grey Cup this weekend past (the rest of the game I missed as our cable cut out for 2 hrs. Ironic? Perhaps.) I've had this song on repeat. Love it. Have a listen...<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">How Feminine Wiles & Football Relate:</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: black;">At some point in your dating history you will meet a man. End of story. Ha!</span><br />
That man will undoubtedly like SOME sort of sport...no matter what sort of man he may be.<br />
Hell, it may be beer pong or ultimate frisbee (something a lot of kinda geeky guys I know get into (not a bad thing, just an observation))..but most likely it'll be something seen on your major network television stations.<br />
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Myself, I've dated men who were into car racing, snooker, football/soccer, hockey, fishing..but never CFL or NFL. Now don't get me wrong, most men I know will not pass up a grey cup party or superbowl, but that doesn't mean they'll spend every weekend in front of the television for every single game. That said, many will..and really...it's only a couple of hours, so what's the harm?<br />
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Appreciating what your man likes sounds so.... 1950's. But really? Is it? I mean, we hope that they'll enjoy the things we do too (or at least not roll their eyes when we discuss our sport of choice -shopping, baking, gardening...whatever it may be), so it's a bit of a tradeoff. <br />
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You really have a couple of options when it comes to using your feminine wiles and sports.<br />
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1. You can leave your man alone to really enjoy the game with friends. That means <strong>NO</strong> checking in with texts or calls to 'see how the game is,what he's doing, etc'. Because girl, that is REALLY annoying...and not cute at all. Let him do his thing & enjoy it without feeling guilty for not wanting to talk or worrying about what you are doing. He'll come around when the game is done.<br />
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2. You can learn as much as you can about the sport (without harrassing him about it during that big game..there are tons of articles on the internet that will help you with the basics and all the stats) and his favourite team/players. You may find that watching the game together might be fun...now that you actually know what is going on! Again, the less said is generally better.<br />
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3. Run with the 1950's stereotype...make some sporty snacks, wear team colours and poke your head in from time to time to see how the team is doing, but don't hover.<br />
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In other news...I just finished making a smallish pot of celery & cauliflower soup with white wine.<br />
Maybe not hearty enough for football, but certainly okay for watching Mantracker.Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-19729783596225709712010-09-15T23:00:00.001-04:002010-09-15T23:03:31.312-04:00How to Be Alone<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs&color1=0xffffff&color2=0xffffff&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs&color1=0xffffff&color2=0xffffff&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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It's true. I enjoy time by myself. Being alone does not equal being lonely and truth be told, I'm used to being alone, and sometimes I am too used to being lonely. As a single gal, we have these moments of feeling lonely it's true, but that doesn't mean I need a man to save me from it. I simply ride it out. I do enjoy my own company however! I am a great, fantastic and fun person to be around. :)<br />
I have in the past gone to the movies by myself, sat in coffee shops by myself, gone for walks in abandonned woods by myself (that can be a little creepy), travelled overseas by myself, travelled in general by myself on my own schedule, shopped by myself, worked on projects all by myself.<br />
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I think you'll enjoy the clip. :)Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-75783382814420636142009-12-31T01:05:00.003-05:002009-12-31T01:10:50.748-05:00How To : Taking the Perfect Online Dating Profile Pic<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">We all acknowledge the famous saying that "A picture is worth a thousand words", and nowhere is that more relevant than on your online dating profile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Last week I examined </span><a href="javascript:void(0)/*179*/" _cke_saved_href="http://www.examiner.com/x-32872-Toronto-Life-in-Photos-Examiner~y2009m12d17-How-to-create-the-perfect-online-dating-profile?cid=channel-rss-Society_and_Culture"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">how to write the perfect online dating profile</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">, but what I neglected to mention was your primary photo, or selection of photos you are deciding to include. This article not only looks at what photos to include on your dating profile, but the simplest ways to take these photos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">It cannot be stressed enough that the primary photograph should be of you. Not of you and your friends, you and your dog, you and your car or you and the exboyfriend or girlfriend that you have scribbled out with Photoshop or Paint. Trust me, I've seen a lot of these and they are hilarious! Your primary photograph should only be a picture of you! It's fine to include a photo later on of you with your friends, but unless you are smack-dab in the middle of the photo, tell me which one you are!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">There is enough technology in the world these days, that not having access to a camera is a valid excuse. Ideally, this main profile pcture will be a close up of your face. A clear photo of your face, in which your eyes and mouth and personality can shine through. Preferably smiling! <br />After that, feel free to take photos of you in action doing the things you love to do. Keep YOU as the main subject of the photo though and only select photos that are clear, rotated and resized properly, and have you looking your best. This does not mean naked or in partial stage of undress; this goes for men or women.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">If you are unable to take this photo yourself, there is always someone who can. Don't be afraid to ask for help! If you really want to take your photo yourself however, here are a few tips and tricks that will help!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">1. Use natural lighting<br /></span></strong>Try taking a photo outside in the natural light. Try to do this before the sun is at its peak and will cast unflattering dark shadows on your face. On a sunny day, take your photo before noon or after 3 pm or wait for an overcast day. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">2. Use a tripod (tripod/timer combination)</span></strong><br />Using a tripod that is adjusted to eyelevel will keep both your head in the frame and the camera steady so that your picture comes out as clear as possible. This goes for any camera! If you do not have a tripod, nor a camera with a timer, try and brace the camera against something sturdy (a wall, a railing etc) to take that terrific picture!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">3. Wear a complimentary outfit or colour</span><br /></strong>Odds are, someone at some point will have said, "Wow, I really like that shirt or colour on you!" Take this advice to heart and try taking a photo wearing this outfit or this colour. Dress up for your photo, but still remain true to yourself. Don't dress up more than you would normally, but do make an attempt to look your best. Take off that ballcap, fix your hair, shave your face, brush your teeth and apply makeup if you are a woman. You'd be surprised at how much younger and fresher you look with a little bit of blush.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">4. Avoid anything too revealing</span></strong><br />For women, try to stay away from cleavage revealing sweaters or miniskirts. Save those for a few dates in with that special someone. Don't advertise ALL your assets upfront. For men, try and keep your shirt on in your profile pictures. Although you are proud of those 6 pack abs you've worked so hard for, putting a shirt over them leaves a little mystery for the woman lucky enough to see them in person. Be a little mysterious and leave something to the imagination.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">5. Ask a friend to take the photo<br /></span></strong>Don't be nervous about asking a friend or coworker to take the photo for you. Try to take more than one photo so you can be selective about what images you like best. Ask someone who makes you feel relaxed and at ease so that your natural attitude comes through in the photos. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">6. Don't forget to smile!<br /></span></strong>Perhaps the most important part of your online dating profile picture is this...smile! Be genuine, happy and approachable. Moody photos are fine if your profile reflects that you are serious. But, if you have touted yourself in your profile as fun and energetic, show it!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Good luck and happy dating!</span>Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-73192222055843073102009-12-16T14:42:00.003-05:002009-12-16T21:59:03.683-05:00How To: The Online Dating Profile<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Because this blog's title is: Feminine Wiles & Urban Survival 101, I feel that maybe I should include some dating how to's here. (God knows I've had my fair share of </span><a href="http://melaniemh.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-tips-for-men-101.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">bad dates</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">!)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I must admit I have online dated for a while...and although I no longer want to meet men online(I'm going to attempt to meet more offline!) I can definitely offer up some advice for profile writing!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">1. Stay positive and upbeat!</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You would be shocked at the number of dating profiles I have seen that have either outright slated women or questioned whether there are 'decent' women out there. The same goes for women..don't diss men as a group! Your dating profile should be about how wonderful you are, not about how horrible your dating history has been, save it for your girlfriends (or your blog. ;) )</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">2. Use proper English and good grammar.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Even if your English leaves a lot to be desired, you know that 'UR' is simply text-speak for You Are. Stay away from short forms and text-speak, even moreso if you are dealing with women/men over the age of 25. Have your online profile proofread. You wouldn't send out your resume without making sure everything was as it should be, same goes for your online dating profile.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">3. Stay away from generic likes/dislikes.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sure you like long walks on the beach, holding hands and comedy flicks. But really, who doesn't? Try and be very specific in your likes and dislikes! </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you've seen every Hitchcock film or think Canadian films rock...say so. If thrash metal is your thing and you once sprained your neck in a particularly awesome moshpit, I wanna know and odds are... someone else will really like the same thing!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">4. Be honest.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't say you are of 'average' weight when you know you are thinner or heavier, don't say you have brown hair when you are bald. Don't say you are 6'2" when you are 5'9". Same goes for your profile picture, try to keep it fairly recent (ideally within the last 6 months) and update it frequently.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Being successful in online dating means meeting people...offline. So don't look like a stranger to the person you are meeting.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">5. Know what you want: Be specific.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Have a pretty good idea of what you want. If you are not interested in dating a drug user, someone who is divorced or someone who has children, know it and don't be afraid to say so. It will help weed out the people who contact you and you'll avoid getting into any situations down the line that you don't want to be in. Don't be afraid to say what you are looking for either!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You want a man who can recite the alphabet backwards, flip pancakes and has one green eye and one blue....bring it up! You never know who is out there perusing your ad.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">6. Go after what you want.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't be afraid to start your own communications with people! Send that first email. Be brief, be polite and definitely mention something about their profile that you found interesting and why you chose to write...oh, and don't forget to introduce yourself with your first name! </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">7. Go offline.....</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Try not to make too much of your dating life 'online'. Get out there and actually meet the person at the other end of the computer within a short amount of time. Don't chat for hours online or on the phone without arranging to get together. If you talk for weeks on end, but never actually make plans to meet, something about that person does not ring true...listen to that inner voice in your head.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So there you are! 7 tips for your online dating profile. Not bad huh? Maybe I should give it another go.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">What are your tips for writing an online dating ad?</span></em></strong></span>Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-46464027280461040742009-08-10T22:47:00.004-04:002009-08-10T22:53:12.660-04:00Something You May Not Know<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532500791474658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1o0bJ18Wp9bjKjrMdqgxxCONE8CiD4CKqw8dqawCrONM2KzJVoXqkJhBrOvy7AsRiH8w7ejCHOa7JfAJGQGCj0pzYhG3i5a9N_FBrN7N9Vc4dDcnixItNYYNatLfpYNr4pZF/s400/somethingyoumaynotknowsmall.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br />1. I once lived in a flat with a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melaniemh/414513875/">hot pink kitchen</a> AND I have vowed that my next kitchen will also be hot pink! Oddly enough, pink was not one of the colours I would have called 'my favourite' before then.<br /><br />2. I auditioned once for what can only be called an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alannah_Myles" rel="nofollow">Alannah Myles</a> Tribute band. I didn't know at the time that was the only music that they performed but I knew they were fans, so I only memorized 'Black Velvet' to perform and they were disappointed (and I was relieved).<br /><br />3. I think I my be addicted to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melaniemh/2693028129/">Rockstar</a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melaniemh/3244114263/">Energy</a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melaniemh/3039454059/">Drinks</a>. They just make me feel good and happy.<br /><br />4. I have HUGE crushes on male leading men from 1950's musicals,in particular: Gene Kelly (be still my heart) and Howard Keel (swoon)<br /><br />5. I still miss <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mats_Sundin" rel="nofollow">Mats Sundin</a>. :(<br /><br />6. I wanted to be a marine biologist and study great white sharks, but my chemistry marks were horrendous. I still love anything to do with sharks and would LOVE to cage dive!!<br /><br />7. I still feel like I am 16 most of the time and am having a rough go at realising that I'm actually 35 and that my life really needs to get started!<br /><br />8. I have owned 5 cars since I was 16. Blue Pontiac Somerset, Blue Buick Skylark, White Grand Am, Black Suzuki Tracker and a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melaniemh/2804884078/">Blue VW Cabriolet</a>. My dream car is STILL a 1956 Corvette and has been since I was a kid.<br /><br />9. I am hoping to relocate back to the UK next year.<br /><br />10. "If I could eat just one thing for the rest of my life? That's easy. Pez. Cherry flavoured Pez." (I remember quotes from movies I adore. Guess the movie!)Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-27371386453464915312009-05-04T20:35:00.002-04:002009-05-04T23:47:42.929-04:00Things I Know Too Much About.<ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Gregory House's ringtone is Mmm Bop by Hanson.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I believe that my horoscope for </span><a href="http://astrostyle.com/Scopes/Monthly_Scope/monthly_taurus.htm"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">May 2009</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> may actually be accurate!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The Chinese Government needs to </span><a href="http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20090504/china_alberta_090504/20090504?hub=Canada"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">get a bit of a grip..</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">.......... </span><a href="http://http//www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20090504/china_canada_090504?s_name=&no_ads="><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">seriously.</span></a></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I can sing Alanis Morrisette's 'You Oughtta Know' on expert level in Rock Band with 100% accuracy.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">My computer is set to UK time, so I always know what's going on overseas.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I know the </span><a href="http://www.rivoli.ca/themenu.htm#dinner"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">best place to have Pad Thai</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I'm not afraid to jump into things unknowing of what the outcome may be.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I know how to fill out job applications...but it still takes me FOREVER.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I still manage to burn my nose at least once every summer.*ack*</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I have </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melaniemh/3207963719/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ayr beach</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> completely memorized.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I can probably tell you anything you want to know about Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I am going through a 'use it' or 'lose it' phase! This includes coupons, samples, crafty supplies, and clearing out closets, cupboards, life. Get rid of the cobwebs!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I know far too much about <a href="http://www.secondcup.com/eng/menu.php">Second Cup's seasonal flavours</a>...and that if it's regular coffee, I am a Paradiso Medium.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">That running is probably not for me...but I'm cheering those on who are in training! :) Goooo Sharon!!!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">That I am a procrastinator...and need to come up with more things, because as soon as I hit publish, I'll remember a bunch!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span>Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019831.post-23277745910633066752007-08-30T12:29:00.001-04:002008-11-13T05:04:10.150-05:00Ten Things You Don't Know About Me...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">[<strong>Current Track on the iTunes:</strong> Careful How You Break My Heart ~ Jory Nash]<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#993399;"><em>"...I smell winter coming on, gotta fill my woodpile up.<br />Everything's the same, but I don't know where you are. Hour after hour."</em></span><br /></span></span><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The sand today swept towards the sea wall where I sat, like grainy clouds that scooped so low that they became earth. I now have sand in my clothes, my hair, my mouth.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I sat on that wall for over an hour staring out at the ocean. I watched the gulls fight against the currents, seemingly posed in a painting. Stillness. I watched the sea ebb and flow. Angry and sad. Very much the way my thoughts ran... I prayed, I cried, I hoped and I sent thoughts and messages out to the universe. I worried that they might be carried away by the wind, but I know the message is out there and sometimes, that's the best you can hope for.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><strong>Ten Things You May Not Know About Me</strong><br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. The bagpipes make me cry.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Mustard is my condiment of choice.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. The first time I went on the Maid of the Mist was this summer(2007) with the Cowboy and when the thundering of the water got too loud and we could barely see because of the spray in our faces, he kissed me and when we stopped, it all became clear...all I could see was him in a goofy looking blue plastic cover and for a brief moment, the world was silent and everything was perfect. Kinda just like this.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104537621587518482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFu7so1ysqBAWnbT-NrCov98BYKzr5SncSdwBTgV1leUKV0GT-mI24STro5kSoQ9Vd3zDElELpfj_8rLfo7pX1wJuTyIyprfJKH-tiXVN9F4QuarhJuBtL43VYzaoxF1Z8lx3u/s320/DSCF7720.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. I buy birthday cards generally far in advance of birthdays..and yet still forget to mail them.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">5. I still have problems remembering my UK cell number AND house number.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">6. I've been colouring my hair since grade 6 and never the same colour.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">7. I love puzzles of any sort. *yes, this does include Scrabble on Facebook!*</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">8. I hate the 'Happy Birthday' song..it makes me want to scream, even when it's not my birthday!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">9. At any time of the day or night I can call several people who will/can do a few things for me..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">(Hug Me (which is weird over the phone, but it works!) - thanks Cowboy(!), Talk to Me, Console Me, Warn Me, Offer Hit Men, Threaten to come visit, Tell Me Funny Stories and Make me Feel Much Better...you all know who you are!)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">10. I call silently call pulp in orange juice "plubs" after a friend of mine used to back in school.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Added Bonus: #11. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have never kissed a man with the same name as another man I've dated. Weird, eh?</span></div>Webgrrl74http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210471377991506221noreply@blogger.com2