Hm.

Have I only been writing ONE entry per month?
It feels like more than that.

I do have this thing where I reply in my head, I guess it applies to blogging too.

What can we talk about....

Well, summer is nearly over and we've only had a handful of beautiful sunny days. We've had numerous storms, hail, floods and what looked to be a tornado.

It's been a very uneventful summer. I am also having trouble with wrapping my head around moving into a house. Ry's hellbent and constantly renovating in his head. The weather is actually making me want to stay in my condo. It's my first place, it's in the ideal spot. Subway is a two minute walk away, close to major highways, everything you could possibly need is no more than a 5 minute drive. I have never had to deal with snow, I don't even own a snow brush.

The view is something else. I've seen the most incredible rainbows, strange cloud formations and just a picturesque view of the city.

I wanna stay, I love living up high!

Oh, and the rapists. That's another reason. Rapists prey on women living in lower level dwellings. Did ya know that?? Lemme tell ya!

I watch a lot of crime shows on ID and Bio. Lots of sick fuckers breaking into houses! I'm in Canada! Asshole breaks in to my house and let's say I hit him in the head with a child's baseball bat(present for my nephew!), hammer(I was hanging pictures!), 2x4(we're renovating!), 15lb weight(I work out!), spike stiletto(I like to wear shoes in the house-ask anyone!) and I'd probably go to jail for assault .

Living here on this floor or higher is honestly the safest thing. Seriously. For everyone!

:)

Black. White.

I recently read a post on Facebook of a white woman asking black men why they prefer them to black women and a reply from a black man who essentially put her in her place.

Whenever I come across stuff addressing the white black issue I think, "There's more than that out there..and when you start to compare this is when racism and stereo typing comes in."

So anyway, the man said that some black men prefer white women because white girls were considered as slutty and easily dominated. While I think that may be true in some instances but it can't for every case.

Can't a black guy just like a white girl? Am I naive to think that you can love a person for them, not their ethnicity? It can't just be about sluts and big butts.

I feel left out man!

From my experiences, I know that fetishism totally exists. I have come across guys with yellow-fever. Hell, I've even come across rice queens. You just learn to spot them quickly.

You say you're Buddhist within the first 10 minutes   -NO
You just looooove Chinese food   -NO
               "            fried rice    -NO
You blurt out, "My ex was Asian too!"    -NO
"Ni hao!"        - No, No.

If you were expecting me to be a stereotype, you're in for the rudest of awakenings. LOL

But it just seems silly to me to have only one type. Have a couple! Have a few! Go nuts!

Conversations with an 8 year old (and 4 year old)

The other day I went to visit my sister and her two sons. For selfish reasons aka macaroons straight from France. (EEK)

I ate one when I got home and swear I could have died. Salted caramel macaroon from La Duree. The best thing ever. Ever.

I had a really great day there. Usually I'm met with eyerolls and "Where's Ryan????". Not this time! And it was strange, it was like I shifted from "person who brings occasional presents and Ryan" to "Auntie. :D
The little one sat in my lap and the older one asked me real life questions.

Why do you have to get good grades?
Can you take a university course more than once?
How much does a class cost?
What if you got a D?
How does wifi work?
Is there a wifi button?
Why don't you have Duck Life on your phone? .. you should really have it. Can you go home and download it? But don't play it. Wait for me to play it.
How does a taser work?
Do you think you'll get a kid?
Why did Michael Jackson take the "bad medicine"?

He's 8.

I can't even remember what I was up to at 8, probably playing in the corner quietly and alone.

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So I have really been neglecting blogging - which I have a tendency to do. Often times I'm doing nothing and think "Oh crap, I should blog! But wait, I don't have anything to write about. Hm, well, Bridezillas is on!"

Now, I feel like it doesn't matter whether or not I have something interesting to say. I'm going to type it if I want to and that's that. Here's the "cheaper than therapy" coming into play.

Because, it's a damn blog. It's a friggin diary that instead of a book and pen, you use your computer. It's a page in the vast expanse of the interwebz. Not everything is supposed to be inspirational and fraught with meaning.  Boooooring.

My thoughts have never been linear, so my blog should reflect that.

So, I'm going to see you very, very soon.
Creepy but not creepy.

Making Biscuits

It's starting to be very difficult to watch tv. 

My three grievances (at the moment. because the list of grievances has compounded and is ever growing). 

1. Shreddies commercial - stuck in the middle with you.

Do you know it?? Don't you hate it?? Isn't it the worst?? The stupid little cartoon characters singing and dancing around. I just want to smash them. So cheery singing about whole wheat and fruit filling- that's nothing to be cheery about.

2. Kraft Peanut Butter commercial - your song

This is one of my all time favourite songs. Ruined. Ellie Goulding (sp?) does not do the song justice. It sounds like she is attempting depth and control but I think it sounds like she is tripping over something as she warbles. 

Hate.

3. Iphone - gigantic

This one is the absolute worst! I hate every scene, I hate the song, I hate the girl singing the song. Now, I hate Apple too. I can never have an Iphone, pad, pod, touch, mac and whatever else there is. 

I have a HTC. Gary Oldman is in the commercial. Gary. Oldman. You know, Dracula. Awesome.

I win.

It's cheaper than therapy.

Why blog?


It's a good question. It's not like I have groundbreaking ideas, thought provoking narrative, makeup tips, or even celebrity gossip (the most important reason for blogs!). I'm just bored and need a hobby that doesn't involve me clutching my credit card. I'll be honest, it might suck - but I don't really care. The words and stories are just gonna fly out of me.

People have told me that I'm funny.. and weird things happen to me so... that's interesting! I've had three blogs to date. My first one was created in my senior year of high school, I was working at a popular denim company as a cashier and I swear that I had the craziest customers. Every shift would give me such frustration that I had to blurt it all out. I would call that one rants. In my early twenties I was withdrawn and pensive, that one was musings. Concentrate on the U, muuuuuuusings. To be honest, that one was ranty as well.

This one? MORE RANTS! Time has not mellowed me out. I still rage! It has a name, it's called "Rose Rage".

Wait for it.