You're frozen and I tried to,
You're frozen and I tried to make you warm
Cause you always have what it takes to act like some kind of stone cold solider.
But I, I know better than that, I've known you way to long.
See I know about your background, it wasn't easy I know for sure
But that's no reason to crack, it's in the past, so learn to let it go now.
Be who you are now, and who you're supposed to be.
Now listen boy, learn how to love yourself again.
And then just fly on boy, cause you're worth it.
Because you're worth it.
You fell and I tried to,
You fell and I tried to get you up
Cause when things don't work out you shut yourself up, keep it all locked up.
But that's not the way it works, that's not the way it works.
Be who you are now, and who you're supposed to be.
And I know that it's easy, it's easy to hate yourself but then you must realize
The black parts needs to be loved as well.
The black parts need to be loved as well.
Now listen boy, learn how to love yourself again.
And then just fly on boy, cause you're worth it.
Because you're worth it.
I hope you find youre love
Find your love and find your way
I know you're on the run
I know you forced it, you've gotta front it.
I know one day
I know one day
I know one day
I know that one day you'll get there.
Listen boy, learn how to love yourself again.
And then just fly on boy, cause you're worth it.
Because you're worth it.
ANOTHER YEAR..ANOTHER VD DAY
So I was worried this year that I may not have the inspiration to come up with my traditional VD Cards – but have no fear. My boyfriend and I broke up in the nick of time and was able to gain just enough fuel to recharge my bitterness tank. I know it is late, but I have been keeping myself rather busy and was (to be honest) trying to distract myself to mend my semi-broken heart. But here you have them, in all their glory, 3rd Annual VD Cards. If you would like more VD inspiration please visit my posts from previous years:
Just a thought
I have been thinking about the concepts of compassion and expectations lately and this thought can't seem to leave my mind.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they've got. Just because someone loves you to the best of their ability, doesn't mean they can love you the way you need to feel loved.
Perspectives?
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they've got. Just because someone loves you to the best of their ability, doesn't mean they can love you the way you need to feel loved.
Perspectives?
I Love My Life!
I made these posters for a friend, and in exchange I got to be the opening act! Rebecca is an incredibly talented musician, visit http://www.rebeccamason.ca/ to hear her original music!
I love my friends.
An exchange of words that occured while driving on an overpass over the highway at 11pm.
FRIEND: Is that a cow?
ME: uhh, where?
FRIEND: Oh nevermind, it is just a bench.
REALLY?
Oh how I adore you my friend :)
FRIEND: Is that a cow?
ME: uhh, where?
FRIEND: Oh nevermind, it is just a bench.
REALLY?
Oh how I adore you my friend :)
healthy communication
Today I witnessed a beautiful thing. It was two young girls no older then 4 or 5 having a simple conversation.
Girl #1 - I don't really like hanging out with you.
Girl #2 - Yeah, I don't like hanging out with you either. It is really boring. I am so bored.
*go back to colouring....10 minutes later*
Girl #2 - I don't want to have to share a fishing rod with you later.
Girl #1 - I really don't want to share a fishing rod with you either.
*go back to colouring....30 seconds later*
Girl #1 - Want to come to my house for a sleepover tonight?
Girl #2 - sure that would be SO AWESOME!!!!
It's like, they got to say how they felt in the moment, accepted each others feelings and moved on. Oh the beauty and lessons that children bring to my life! I am so grateful for their wisdom :)
Girl #1 - I don't really like hanging out with you.
Girl #2 - Yeah, I don't like hanging out with you either. It is really boring. I am so bored.
*go back to colouring....10 minutes later*
Girl #2 - I don't want to have to share a fishing rod with you later.
Girl #1 - I really don't want to share a fishing rod with you either.
*go back to colouring....30 seconds later*
Girl #1 - Want to come to my house for a sleepover tonight?
Girl #2 - sure that would be SO AWESOME!!!!
It's like, they got to say how they felt in the moment, accepted each others feelings and moved on. Oh the beauty and lessons that children bring to my life! I am so grateful for their wisdom :)
Happy Anti-Valentines Day!
Hello lovelies.
Hope you are all blissfully in love today (and every other day of your wonderful lives.) If you are not - don't fret. I love you and because I love you so much, I have made you a selection of anti-valentines day cards varying from educational to gross. Feel free to share them with friends and family, I bet they will appreciate it. Nothing says I love you like reality :) tehehehe...jokes.
Because I am working from home @ the moment and spent a fabulous weekend in Vancouver visiting friends and relatives, I am going to recycle my favourite previous posted anti-valentines day statements/advice (I think we are on year six of singledom? sigh. hahaha). Feast your eyes:
Fat. Naked. Dangerous - VD 2008
cupcakes, rainbows, butterflies and all that shit. - VD 2007
Hope you are all blissfully in love today (and every other day of your wonderful lives.) If you are not - don't fret. I love you and because I love you so much, I have made you a selection of anti-valentines day cards varying from educational to gross. Feel free to share them with friends and family, I bet they will appreciate it. Nothing says I love you like reality :) tehehehe...jokes.
Because I am working from home @ the moment and spent a fabulous weekend in Vancouver visiting friends and relatives, I am going to recycle my favourite previous posted anti-valentines day statements/advice (I think we are on year six of singledom? sigh. hahaha). Feast your eyes:
Fat. Naked. Dangerous - VD 2008
cupcakes, rainbows, butterflies and all that shit. - VD 2007
Go out and get yer VD on you animal xo
Grenade.
I got called a grenade by this guy today on an online dating community. I had to google the term to figure out what it meant, here it is by definition:
grenade. noun (I think?) - An ugly girl of the hot friend. Usually has some unsightly repulsive characteristic such as a excessive body fat, large nose, forehead or just plain unnatractive looks. Gets ignored when out. Has her own male friends hitting on the hotter girl in front of her eyes and behind her back. Grenades usually end up nowhere in life due to their unnatractive physical characteristics and lack of common sense.
I love how this definition is full of spelling errors. Is this intentional, or just reflective of the level of human intelligence we are dealing with here? For clarification purposes I have attached the communication between DoucheyB (aka...douchebag, because name calling is the theme of the day and because I have a morsel of compassion for the guy, not sure why....I have changed his nickname in an attempt to protect his identity??) and Lisabelle (Lisa the great)
DoucheyB: Subject - what?
nice bike... but i didnt know grenades could
ride bikes.
ride bikes.
Lisabelle: Subject - Thank You :)
Hello.
Believe it or not, the ability to ride a motorbike has nothing to do with my looks (gasp!). I appreciate your feedback and taking the time to let me know you do not find me physically attractive but in the future I would suggest being a little less passive aggressive and just call me ugly outright. Saves me from having to look up the slang terminology for “grenade” that one may pick up from shows like Jersey Shore. I unfortunately do not keep this type of dialogue in my repertoire. Good luck in your search, I hope you find what you are looking for.
Believe it or not, the ability to ride a motorbike has nothing to do with my looks (gasp!). I appreciate your feedback and taking the time to let me know you do not find me physically attractive but in the future I would suggest being a little less passive aggressive and just call me ugly outright. Saves me from having to look up the slang terminology for “grenade” that one may pick up from shows like Jersey Shore. I unfortunately do not keep this type of dialogue in my repertoire. Good luck in your search, I hope you find what you are looking for.
Regards,
Lisa
Lisa
DoucheyB: Subject - RE: Thank You :)
your ugly outright. and your attempt at burning me coincided with the fact that you
took the time to google something i wrote you... therefore point me.... you may now continue being pointless.
took the time to google something i wrote you... therefore point me.... you may now continue being pointless.
Lisabelle: Subject - RE:RE: Thank You :)
Awww how sweet, you thought my attempt to expand my vocabulary has something to do with you. I was just being honest (something that which you are clearly familiar?) Have fun with your gigantic pile of points, can you actually cash them in somewhere or are they also virtually....pointless? I truly am sorry that you have such a pathetic existence in this world that telling me I am ugly is a high priority. Even though you are a stranger and your opinion should not matter, I have to say this did hurt my feelings a tiny bit. I don't expect you to care (obviously) but know that even though you have taken time out of your day to be cruel, I still have compassion for you and do wish you well. So, in your imaginary world of points..self declared zero points for me because if my compassion for a stranger counts I give my points to you to add to your pile.
So glad this has reminded me how different we all can be. Something in his world says it is ok to talk to another person like that. Something in my world tells me, it is not. ( I know my nickname for him isn't much better, but this is a lesson for me also and I do feel a little bad about the immaturity of my response). I think the difference is love. I have an abundance of it in my life (thank goodness) and I feel sorry for him, as he must be in very short supply (at least he has his "points"?). I know guys (and girls) get away with this kind of behaviour all the time, but it is unacceptable. We all need to treat each other with more compassion and respect, even if we develop an opinion of someone based on first impressions or physical appearance, we have no idea who they are on the inside. What a limiting perspective passing judgement on someone is. Give people a chance, we all have the potential to amaze....
Piper Deggan Designs
My friend Piper is an incredibly talented artist, and has just opened her shop at etsy featuring her vintage handmade Jewelery. Here is an exerpt from her shop:
"I am delighted by color and texture, reflections of light and my love of nature. May you be well and truly blessed. All my unique jewelry designs are handmade with love in my Studio on Vancouver Island overlooking the Ocean and Mountains. Gemstones, copper, crystal, pearls, ribbon, vintage treasures and more are combined using my mixed media artisan skills. I hope you find something to love. To see the quality of my work go to www.filbergfestival.com where I have been a seller."
If I could I would own every piece of jewelery she makes, but instead of being selfish I will share it with the rest of the world instead. Her attention to detail and her eye for color is inspiring. Please visit http://www.etsy.com/shop/piperddesigns to view.
"I am delighted by color and texture, reflections of light and my love of nature. May you be well and truly blessed. All my unique jewelry designs are handmade with love in my Studio on Vancouver Island overlooking the Ocean and Mountains. Gemstones, copper, crystal, pearls, ribbon, vintage treasures and more are combined using my mixed media artisan skills. I hope you find something to love. To see the quality of my work go to www.filbergfestival.com where I have been a seller."
If I could I would own every piece of jewelery she makes, but instead of being selfish I will share it with the rest of the world instead. Her attention to detail and her eye for color is inspiring. Please visit http://www.etsy.com/shop/piperddesigns to view.
Bad Mom Award
So I have told this story to a couple of my cat loving friends, and decided it was cute/funny enough to share on a public scale.
A while ago I wanted to be the "responsible" cat owner, and invest in a magnetic operated door for my cat to let herself in and out at her leisure. I really liked being able to let her outside for the day, but got worried when it was gross and stormy out about her not being able to get back in the house. I thought this 80$ investment would solve the problem.
After installing it, a few successful days went by where Izzy managed to figure out how to get in and out, and I'd have to say, it was pretty cool.
But on the 4th day, I called Izzy to come home for dinner, and I hear what sounds like tin dragging along the pavement. My cat was coming sulking home with a tin can and other small metal object attached to her magnet collar.
She had the look of beyond embarassment. I knew I was going to get major attitude all night.
So the bad mom award goes to me, for torturing my poor cat and allowing a tin can to claim residence on her collar. I bet her little cat friends made fun of her.
A while ago I wanted to be the "responsible" cat owner, and invest in a magnetic operated door for my cat to let herself in and out at her leisure. I really liked being able to let her outside for the day, but got worried when it was gross and stormy out about her not being able to get back in the house. I thought this 80$ investment would solve the problem.
After installing it, a few successful days went by where Izzy managed to figure out how to get in and out, and I'd have to say, it was pretty cool.
But on the 4th day, I called Izzy to come home for dinner, and I hear what sounds like tin dragging along the pavement. My cat was coming sulking home with a tin can and other small metal object attached to her magnet collar.
She had the look of beyond embarassment. I knew I was going to get major attitude all night.
So the bad mom award goes to me, for torturing my poor cat and allowing a tin can to claim residence on her collar. I bet her little cat friends made fun of her.
falalalalalalala...............la?
Only Lady Gaga can turn a lovely christmas carol into a vivid song about spreading stds. (at least that is what it sounds like to me)
If you haven't heard it, here are some of the lyrics (in the tune of tis the season to be jolly)
Light me up put me on top falalalalalalalala
the only place you want to be is underneath my christmas tree
Hoe hoe hoe under the mistetoe
my christmas tree is delicious
and my favorite
here, here, here
the best time of the year
take of my stockings we're
im spreading christmas cheer
After hearing this song, I only pray shes taking medication to prevent spreading her christmas cheer throughout the rest of the year...yikes.
so gross. I wish I could give her props at least for being original, but shes stolen her groove from gwen stefani and her vulgarity from lil kim. Comon...its soooooooooooo been done before *yawn*.
Thanks Lady Gag for being such a classy lady.
Happy Holidays everyone.
If you haven't heard it, here are some of the lyrics (in the tune of tis the season to be jolly)
Light me up put me on top falalalalalalalala
the only place you want to be is underneath my christmas tree
Hoe hoe hoe under the mistetoe
my christmas tree is delicious
and my favorite
here, here, here
the best time of the year
take of my stockings we're
im spreading christmas cheer
After hearing this song, I only pray shes taking medication to prevent spreading her christmas cheer throughout the rest of the year...yikes.
so gross. I wish I could give her props at least for being original, but shes stolen her groove from gwen stefani and her vulgarity from lil kim. Comon...its soooooooooooo been done before *yawn*.
Thanks Lady Gag for being such a classy lady.
Happy Holidays everyone.
Just another day in the life.........
I should have seen this one coming....
A little while back, I had left things until the last minute (so unlike me.....) and completely ran out of cat food before I went to work for the day. (the issue here is that I have a CAT who eats...btw.) And she doesn't eat normal cat food thanks to an overprotective sorta crazy mom (me). So I buy her organic cat food. The downfall to this choice is the only place that sells it is in Victoria. So after work (more like..7pm, like I said I procrastinate.) I drove to Victoria to get her some food.
Wow this is a really good story so far. *yawn.*
Anyways. I don't remember if I said before or not..but after the previous vehicle "situations" the lil red neon retired for a while and needed to be replaced.
Replaced by a 1979 Fiat X1/9. I know...who replaces a sedan with a convertible sportscar? Well it was only $600 and it was cute.
So I drive said vehicle into town when (not for the first time) it broke down, right before one of the biggest (if not THE biggest) intersection on the way into Victoria on the highway. It is rush hour and my four way flashers are not working. So I get out, wait for the light to turn green and start to push.
Apparently I was not pushing my vehicle through the intersection fast enough, because dirtbag behind me felt compelled to honk. I like to think he was simply "cheering" me on and honking in support of my ability to be proactive about the situation instead of just sitting in the car and crying (which I would have much preferred.) I would like to tell him that next time it would be more appropriate to actually get out of his car and offer to help, but I'd probably have to agree to follow him on twitter or release my personal information for distribution to online marketers to get something like "help" these days.
As I push my car through the intersection and off to the side of the road, I notice a sausage fest in the vehicle passing me on my left. (I mean...a car full of teenage boys.) Who are videotaping me with their cell phone. Well I am making an assumption there, but I couldn't honestly tell you what else they would be doing holding a phone out their window and laughing....perhaps checking the weather or calling their grandma? I hope that shit gets denied on youtube for lack of substance and purpose.
To get the car to stop rolling and prevent it from going down the bank, I drag my knees and toes (one of which were broken) along the gravel and hop inside the car.
Before I continue I have to mention I have been having an epic battle against Rogers lately and am now on my third blackberry in less then a year. Of course said blackberry was not working when this situation occurred, so my hike to the nearest gas station ensued.
Gas Station #1: No $ for payphone, would not let me use their business phone even after begging.
Gas Station #2: Attendant was acting very suspicious and whispering to her friends. Made me self conscious for a moment but after canoodeling with her co worker, she finally handed the phone over to me and said "OMG IVE SEEN YOUR TATTOO ON GOOGLE."
Now at this point....I am overwhelmed. (For clarification purposes....she actually meant MY tattoo, I think I have talked about how I am far more popular then Lindsay Lohan when it comes to my "breathe" tattoos life on the internet.)
She went on to tell me that the term breathe means a lot to her and her sister, they love to sing the song...or something. It was a really nice moment though, took me out of my woe is me moment and made me acknowledge that my encounter with this human wouldn't have occurred had I not had this little hiccup lead me to it.
I get ahold of my dad, who comes to my rescue AGAIN. I think like 98.5 % of my stories end in my mother or father come save me.
While we are fixing the car, I see a dude on a bike watching us from down the road. He waits until we get the car up and running, then says "oh, I see you got er runnin again. good on you..... can you give me a ride home"?
The glow from my earlier encounter with the energetic bubbly teenager quickly turns into (insert the complete opposite of "glowing" here.)
A RIDE??!?!?! WTF? YOU ARE ASKING ME, WITH THE TWO PERSON VEHICLE FOR A RIDE WHEN YOU HAVE A PERFECTLY DECENT BICYCLE? WHERE WERE WE SUPPOSED TO PUT IT EXACTLY? NEXT TIME YOU ARE THINKING OF ASKING SOMETHING FOR NOTHING, I WOULD SUGGEST TO BE A BIT MORE DISCREET AS YOU WATCH AND WAIT FOR US TO FIX YOUR PREFERRED METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION.
I kindly said "no we are going in the other direction". what a lie. hey dude, if you exist in the Internet world I LIED TO YOU and I don't even feel a little bad about it.
A little while back, I had left things until the last minute (so unlike me.....) and completely ran out of cat food before I went to work for the day. (the issue here is that I have a CAT who eats...btw.) And she doesn't eat normal cat food thanks to an overprotective sorta crazy mom (me). So I buy her organic cat food. The downfall to this choice is the only place that sells it is in Victoria. So after work (more like..7pm, like I said I procrastinate.) I drove to Victoria to get her some food.
Wow this is a really good story so far. *yawn.*
Anyways. I don't remember if I said before or not..but after the previous vehicle "situations" the lil red neon retired for a while and needed to be replaced.
Replaced by a 1979 Fiat X1/9. I know...who replaces a sedan with a convertible sportscar? Well it was only $600 and it was cute.
So I drive said vehicle into town when (not for the first time) it broke down, right before one of the biggest (if not THE biggest) intersection on the way into Victoria on the highway. It is rush hour and my four way flashers are not working. So I get out, wait for the light to turn green and start to push.
Apparently I was not pushing my vehicle through the intersection fast enough, because dirtbag behind me felt compelled to honk. I like to think he was simply "cheering" me on and honking in support of my ability to be proactive about the situation instead of just sitting in the car and crying (which I would have much preferred.) I would like to tell him that next time it would be more appropriate to actually get out of his car and offer to help, but I'd probably have to agree to follow him on twitter or release my personal information for distribution to online marketers to get something like "help" these days.
As I push my car through the intersection and off to the side of the road, I notice a sausage fest in the vehicle passing me on my left. (I mean...a car full of teenage boys.) Who are videotaping me with their cell phone. Well I am making an assumption there, but I couldn't honestly tell you what else they would be doing holding a phone out their window and laughing....perhaps checking the weather or calling their grandma? I hope that shit gets denied on youtube for lack of substance and purpose.
To get the car to stop rolling and prevent it from going down the bank, I drag my knees and toes (one of which were broken) along the gravel and hop inside the car.
Before I continue I have to mention I have been having an epic battle against Rogers lately and am now on my third blackberry in less then a year. Of course said blackberry was not working when this situation occurred, so my hike to the nearest gas station ensued.
Gas Station #1: No $ for payphone, would not let me use their business phone even after begging.
Gas Station #2: Attendant was acting very suspicious and whispering to her friends. Made me self conscious for a moment but after canoodeling with her co worker, she finally handed the phone over to me and said "OMG IVE SEEN YOUR TATTOO ON GOOGLE."
Now at this point....I am overwhelmed. (For clarification purposes....she actually meant MY tattoo, I think I have talked about how I am far more popular then Lindsay Lohan when it comes to my "breathe" tattoos life on the internet.)
She went on to tell me that the term breathe means a lot to her and her sister, they love to sing the song...or something. It was a really nice moment though, took me out of my woe is me moment and made me acknowledge that my encounter with this human wouldn't have occurred had I not had this little hiccup lead me to it.
I get ahold of my dad, who comes to my rescue AGAIN. I think like 98.5 % of my stories end in my mother or father come save me.
While we are fixing the car, I see a dude on a bike watching us from down the road. He waits until we get the car up and running, then says "oh, I see you got er runnin again. good on you..... can you give me a ride home"?
The glow from my earlier encounter with the energetic bubbly teenager quickly turns into (insert the complete opposite of "glowing" here.)
A RIDE??!?!?! WTF? YOU ARE ASKING ME, WITH THE TWO PERSON VEHICLE FOR A RIDE WHEN YOU HAVE A PERFECTLY DECENT BICYCLE? WHERE WERE WE SUPPOSED TO PUT IT EXACTLY? NEXT TIME YOU ARE THINKING OF ASKING SOMETHING FOR NOTHING, I WOULD SUGGEST TO BE A BIT MORE DISCREET AS YOU WATCH AND WAIT FOR US TO FIX YOUR PREFERRED METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION.
I kindly said "no we are going in the other direction". what a lie. hey dude, if you exist in the Internet world I LIED TO YOU and I don't even feel a little bad about it.
I need a laugh
Long day. A good way for me to cheer myself up quickly is to talk about silly things that I have done. There is nothing easier then to laugh at yourself. It's like telling a joke and being the only one laughing. In my books, I think you are the shit if you can laugh at your own jokes because really....you've got it made. Hours of entertainment. Anyways, enough rambling, lets get to the goods. This time around, I am going to talk about my online dating experiences (catastrophes?).
Scenario #1: So this one wasn't so much a "date" but it did guarantee me to not get a date in the future.
I found someone on facebook being somewhat creepy and searching for "geocaching" in their interest. I found a fellow close to my age and we started chatting. We hit it off right away and decided to hang out shortly after. I don't usually jump into things so quickly but it seemed like we would get along and I really needed a caching partner. (if you don't know what geocaching is, go to www.geocaching.com)
We went to find our first cache, and I managed to fall off of a log into the ocean.
Kind of embarrassing, but I did have at least another pair of shoes in my car.
Which just so happened to be locked, with the keys inside.
I then had to call my father to unlock it.
Can anyone else say that their dad has been present at their first blind date?
After 20 minutes, my dad and his friend showed up to let me in my car. Changed my shoes and fired up the vehicle.
My gas gauge had stopped working, but I didn't know it yet and we barely made it to the gas station before running out of gas.
Then I got lost.
Needless to say, the guy was kind but not to interested in continuing anything. (platonic or romantic.)
Scenario #2: I went on a date with a guy I had met once before and managed to make an alright first impression. Geocaching was involved in our first meeting and I survived, so he was willing to go for dinner with me. My glasses had broken just before (see post for details on how I managed to break my glasses while changing a flat tire.)
My depth perception wasn't so great that night, and when I reached across the table to take a drink of my cranberry juice, I miscalculated my reach and spilt my drink all over the table, AND HIS LAP. Needless to say, that was also our late date.
I was planning on mentioning some other situations, but I decided two would be enough for tonight. On a more serious note, what is up with people on Internet dating sites anyways? I think it is way to simple. People are constantly looking to make sure that nothing else better comes up. I would much rather meet a human being in person in a natural environment then from behind a computer screen. I think it just contributes to our worlds lack of ability to communicate in real life. The Internet is a scary place, but I guess if it weren't for the Internet, you wouldn't be on my blog, reading about my online dating experiences. And I wouldn't have a platform to rant about meaningless crap either, so I guess you could say I am thankful. (Thanks Internet.)
ho hum. my dog just took a piss on the carpet. my rent increased by 20$ and it snowed last night. But I just pulled out a fresh batch of oatmeal cookies so it sort of balances out i guess.
Scenario #1: So this one wasn't so much a "date" but it did guarantee me to not get a date in the future.
I found someone on facebook being somewhat creepy and searching for "geocaching" in their interest. I found a fellow close to my age and we started chatting. We hit it off right away and decided to hang out shortly after. I don't usually jump into things so quickly but it seemed like we would get along and I really needed a caching partner. (if you don't know what geocaching is, go to www.geocaching.com)
We went to find our first cache, and I managed to fall off of a log into the ocean.
Kind of embarrassing, but I did have at least another pair of shoes in my car.
Which just so happened to be locked, with the keys inside.
I then had to call my father to unlock it.
Can anyone else say that their dad has been present at their first blind date?
After 20 minutes, my dad and his friend showed up to let me in my car. Changed my shoes and fired up the vehicle.
My gas gauge had stopped working, but I didn't know it yet and we barely made it to the gas station before running out of gas.
Then I got lost.
Needless to say, the guy was kind but not to interested in continuing anything. (platonic or romantic.)
Scenario #2: I went on a date with a guy I had met once before and managed to make an alright first impression. Geocaching was involved in our first meeting and I survived, so he was willing to go for dinner with me. My glasses had broken just before (see post for details on how I managed to break my glasses while changing a flat tire.)
My depth perception wasn't so great that night, and when I reached across the table to take a drink of my cranberry juice, I miscalculated my reach and spilt my drink all over the table, AND HIS LAP. Needless to say, that was also our late date.
I was planning on mentioning some other situations, but I decided two would be enough for tonight. On a more serious note, what is up with people on Internet dating sites anyways? I think it is way to simple. People are constantly looking to make sure that nothing else better comes up. I would much rather meet a human being in person in a natural environment then from behind a computer screen. I think it just contributes to our worlds lack of ability to communicate in real life. The Internet is a scary place, but I guess if it weren't for the Internet, you wouldn't be on my blog, reading about my online dating experiences. And I wouldn't have a platform to rant about meaningless crap either, so I guess you could say I am thankful. (Thanks Internet.)
ho hum. my dog just took a piss on the carpet. my rent increased by 20$ and it snowed last night. But I just pulled out a fresh batch of oatmeal cookies so it sort of balances out i guess.
Holiday Dis-ease
Dearest Wal-Mart,
I forgive you for accidentally playing Christmas music in the middle of November. I understand that 12 is an overwhelming number and it is easy to forget that November is only the 11th month of the year. Don't worry to much, a few quick trips to the electric chair will cure your customers of their Christmas Carol induced whistling psychosis.
It is however in your best interest to never do this again. Some serious damage to your way to early display of CHRISTMAS TREES might occur.....just a warning, it's not a threat or anything (yes it is.)
p.s. Thank you also for turning the only kind of toothpaste i like into "Hannah Montana" Brand. Nothing says good morning sunshine like a teeny bopper giving me the eyes while I brush my teeth.
I forgive you for accidentally playing Christmas music in the middle of November. I understand that 12 is an overwhelming number and it is easy to forget that November is only the 11th month of the year. Don't worry to much, a few quick trips to the electric chair will cure your customers of their Christmas Carol induced whistling psychosis.
It is however in your best interest to never do this again. Some serious damage to your way to early display of CHRISTMAS TREES might occur.....just a warning, it's not a threat or anything (yes it is.)
p.s. Thank you also for turning the only kind of toothpaste i like into "Hannah Montana" Brand. Nothing says good morning sunshine like a teeny bopper giving me the eyes while I brush my teeth.
Semi Truck SUPRISE!!!
So this happened a little while ago, but I guess I really had to let it settled in before I shared this "experience". (possible somewhat flattering non sleeping nightmare......) Let me explain.
So, when I was just finished college I was a bright and shiny graphic designer ready to take on the world, except I had no contacts and had no idea what I wanted to be creating. Somehow, (probably compliments of some unsuccessful online dating community) I started talking to this guy who told me his company needed a logo. I didn't have much else to do and was intrigued at the idea how how I put zero effort in trying to land the job. Not knowing anything about the industry (or real life contracts) I decided to draw up a quick proof and send it off to see if they liked my direction. I heard nothing back and assumed they thought my work was either a.shit b. they weren't a real company and it was actually some 80 yr old man pretending to own a company to get my attention or c. they found someone else. For years I didn't think of it, and the logo design disappeared into the world of the discarded, incomplete and forgotten designs of the abyss that is my old hard rive. Lost forever (Or so I thought....)
Flash forward to 3 years later. I am driving along in my work van on the highway, when I notice a semi truck coming up to pass me on the left up a hill. Pfft I thought, silly semi you have no idea of the hill you are about to ascend on, you will see me passing your sorry butt later. I look up to see who this speeding semi belongs to....and I choked on my water and spit it all over my lap.
There on the side of the shiny silver semi was the logo I had created 3 years prior in all its glory. (And to think this was just my "rough draft version.")
I never knew I could feel so many emotions all at once. I was shocked, flattered, confused and angry at what I saw. Was I going crazy? Was it just a dream that I had actually created this? I mean its not everyday you get to see something you made (for a company you actually assumed didn't even exist in the first place) on the side of a giant truck.I don't want to disclose which company this was for, because I am sure they are a somewhat reputable company with good product (or they wouldn't exist, especially in the world in this current economic state).
I just find it so strange, that is about the only word that can really explain it.Oh the reason I pay for cable is on. (No its not something productive and educational like the news or the discovery channel.....it is The City.....so shoot me.)
So, when I was just finished college I was a bright and shiny graphic designer ready to take on the world, except I had no contacts and had no idea what I wanted to be creating. Somehow, (probably compliments of some unsuccessful online dating community) I started talking to this guy who told me his company needed a logo. I didn't have much else to do and was intrigued at the idea how how I put zero effort in trying to land the job. Not knowing anything about the industry (or real life contracts) I decided to draw up a quick proof and send it off to see if they liked my direction. I heard nothing back and assumed they thought my work was either a.shit b. they weren't a real company and it was actually some 80 yr old man pretending to own a company to get my attention or c. they found someone else. For years I didn't think of it, and the logo design disappeared into the world of the discarded, incomplete and forgotten designs of the abyss that is my old hard rive. Lost forever (Or so I thought....)
Flash forward to 3 years later. I am driving along in my work van on the highway, when I notice a semi truck coming up to pass me on the left up a hill. Pfft I thought, silly semi you have no idea of the hill you are about to ascend on, you will see me passing your sorry butt later. I look up to see who this speeding semi belongs to....and I choked on my water and spit it all over my lap.
There on the side of the shiny silver semi was the logo I had created 3 years prior in all its glory. (And to think this was just my "rough draft version.")
I never knew I could feel so many emotions all at once. I was shocked, flattered, confused and angry at what I saw. Was I going crazy? Was it just a dream that I had actually created this? I mean its not everyday you get to see something you made (for a company you actually assumed didn't even exist in the first place) on the side of a giant truck.I don't want to disclose which company this was for, because I am sure they are a somewhat reputable company with good product (or they wouldn't exist, especially in the world in this current economic state).
I just find it so strange, that is about the only word that can really explain it.Oh the reason I pay for cable is on. (No its not something productive and educational like the news or the discovery channel.....it is The City.....so shoot me.)
am i acting my age?
So I am going to be 25 in a few days. Excuse me while I take a moment to throw up a little in my mouth.....
Anyways. In celebration of turning 1/4 century old (my parents will like that. It is in fraction form instead of money. This inside comment will not make sense to anyone else, but believe me, this is a good thing.) I have compiled a list of the top 25 things that remind me I am getting older. By compiled, I mean I thought of them just now, at the top of my head while I procrastinate on doing the laundry or anything else equally productive. Begin.
25. I change the radio station when music comes on, so I can find things like the road report or the news.
24. I enjoy the "flashback" lunch music hours on the radio station.
23. I know what a nightgown is. I may or may not own one.
22. People call me "ma'am or lady." Ha! If they only knew.
21. I think clothing over 30$ is expensive.
20. I wake up before 9am on the weekend.
19. I wake up early before 9am on the weekend to attend garage sales.
18. My idea of a good gift is a weed eater, it makes me happy.
17. I own placemats.
16. I am appauled when I see a young person texting on their cell phone and painting their nails at work.
15. I am jealous of young persons ability to use a cash register with wet finger nails.
I4. I use my cell phone to call people.
13. I took a break from formulating this list to put in another load of laundry....out of guilt.
12. I still don't understand twitter. I only know it as a somewhat useful and at times innacurate form of news updates.
11. I went to San Francisco primarily to see the Academy of Sciences.
10. My first CD was New Kids On The Block
9. I get excited when I see "reduced for quick sale" at the supermarket.
8. I have plugged my ears at more than one rock concert.
7. My friend Alex brings my new wrinkles to my attention (just in case I wasn't aware)
6. I don't dye my hair in an attempt to have more money to pay bills.
5. Starting a program of interest at university would mean finishing when I am over the age of 30.
4. I traded in my subscription from Lou Lou and Cosmo for Canadian Living and Scientific Mind
3. I talk to my pets like they listen and understand what I am saying.
2. I have to set a time limit for myself before I enter the Michaels store.
1. I have been loved on so much by family and friends in my life thus far, you would think I would be turning 100 in order to fit it all in :)
Thank you to everyone who is a part of my life. I love you all so much.
Anyways. In celebration of turning 1/4 century old (my parents will like that. It is in fraction form instead of money. This inside comment will not make sense to anyone else, but believe me, this is a good thing.) I have compiled a list of the top 25 things that remind me I am getting older. By compiled, I mean I thought of them just now, at the top of my head while I procrastinate on doing the laundry or anything else equally productive. Begin.
25. I change the radio station when music comes on, so I can find things like the road report or the news.
24. I enjoy the "flashback" lunch music hours on the radio station.
23. I know what a nightgown is. I may or may not own one.
22. People call me "ma'am or lady." Ha! If they only knew.
21. I think clothing over 30$ is expensive.
20. I wake up before 9am on the weekend.
19. I wake up early before 9am on the weekend to attend garage sales.
18. My idea of a good gift is a weed eater, it makes me happy.
17. I own placemats.
16. I am appauled when I see a young person texting on their cell phone and painting their nails at work.
15. I am jealous of young persons ability to use a cash register with wet finger nails.
I4. I use my cell phone to call people.
13. I took a break from formulating this list to put in another load of laundry....out of guilt.
12. I still don't understand twitter. I only know it as a somewhat useful and at times innacurate form of news updates.
11. I went to San Francisco primarily to see the Academy of Sciences.
10. My first CD was New Kids On The Block
9. I get excited when I see "reduced for quick sale" at the supermarket.
8. I have plugged my ears at more than one rock concert.
7. My friend Alex brings my new wrinkles to my attention (just in case I wasn't aware)
6. I don't dye my hair in an attempt to have more money to pay bills.
5. Starting a program of interest at university would mean finishing when I am over the age of 30.
4. I traded in my subscription from Lou Lou and Cosmo for Canadian Living and Scientific Mind
3. I talk to my pets like they listen and understand what I am saying.
2. I have to set a time limit for myself before I enter the Michaels store.
1. I have been loved on so much by family and friends in my life thus far, you would think I would be turning 100 in order to fit it all in :)
Thank you to everyone who is a part of my life. I love you all so much.