Stressed week +aerosmith = good friday!

So the day was CRAZY!!!!  But now at least I have something to look forward to for tomorrow.  Going to go to my coworker Maeghan's bar admission after work and the AEROSMITH CONCERT FOR FREE!!!  This girl I met online from the UK is apparently the manager of the box office at the Saddledome and said she had a few tickets to give away to anyone that could tell her why they deserved them.  I honestly didn't give her any reason at all other than that I saw what she thought was a personal message to her other friend and felt the need to butt in and tell her she was replying to all...oops!  lol  So she said she will put a couple of tickets aside for me tomorrow....woo hoo!  At least with all the stress of trying to pump out 4 briefs and 4 motions in 2 weeks I will have something to look forward to in the end.

The boss man is actually not going to be around tomorrow.  Apparently a very important Jewish holiday I know nothing about.  I really have to start reading up on other faiths because I'm completely in the dark.  I know his son came from L.A. to go to church with them....wait, I'm not allowed to call it church as it is a synagogue (did I even spell that right?  Wow, I'm from a small town).  So anyways his son D. came from LA to go to church  hmmm... synagogue service? prayer service?  what is it called?....anyways so he came from LA and brought his suit but apparently forgot to bring a tie.  So boss's wife calls Harry Rosen to have them deliver a couple of ties to the office so that D can pick one to wear with his suit.  Does anyone shop at Harry Rosen?  Do people really know how insane their prices are?  I knew Holt Renfrew was expensive but had no idea that 2 ties at Harry Rosen (on sale) cost $275....um what?  Yep, that is $137 per tie!  What makes a $137 tie any better than a $50 one you buy at a department store??  I can't imagine ever spending $137 on a piece of fabric that small and insignificant!  Shoes on the other hand....that's another story entirely.

Today was a good day.... comparatively speaking.

Today was a pretty good day for me.  I made plans for lunch on friday, dinner on saturday and drinks on Sunday afternoon so it's always nice to look forward to a fun weekend!  Also, today I finally have groceries so I could eat real food when I got home which usually puts me in a good mood.

Started off good because I'm usually stuck standing on a crowded train where people push and shove and everyone is grumpy.  But today my bus wasn't late so I was able to get off the train at Anderson Stn and catch the empty train that comes along around 7:20!!  Woo hoo!

Today I had a bit of time lapse because it was busy at work.....

Oh, and also there is a new post on Hyperbole and a Half today which is the BEST BLOG IN THE UNIVERSE and always makes me smile.

So yes, I amuse easily but sometimes you have to take the little awesome things and forget about all the shitty stuff.  There was lots of shitty stuff happen too; but I prefer not to focus on that for today.  I think we can always find something good about each and every day....even the worst ones.

Online Dating?

So I went out on a date tonight....it wasn't really a date per se as we just called it "meeting" but we went to a restaurant and had some drinks and appetizers so I'm pretty sure that's a date.  Plus he asked if we could do it again so that's a good sign that even if it wasn't a date that maybe he's interested in a date next time.  Anyways, oddly enough I actually met this guy online and he's normal.  I am actually really blown away with the GOOD luck I've had in the past with online dating or meeting people online (as I actually met two of my girlfriends here online - yes my ONLY two girlfriends- but not on a dating site of course).  I tend to meet quite normal and fun people which is not what I expected at all.  Even when I first tried it out back home I met two really nice guys (despite having the odds not in my favour as I'm pretty sure the ratio of men to women on the east is like 1:5 or something crazy like that).

Just wondering if maybe I'm the exception to the rule.  A girl I met here (but she's moved away now) said she tried it while she was here because it's really hard to meet people in this city and she was telling me some horror stories that made me quite skeptical but so far I seem to meet the perfectly normal ones.  I think I've met 4 or 5 people since I got here online...all awesome people except one who was a bit on the arrogant side so I never called him again.  Anyone had any luck with online dating in the past?  Is there really hope?  I'm just at a loss for trying to meet people in this city.  I was told when I was moving here that people are really friendly but I find it the most UNfriendly city I've ever been in so I'm not really sure what they're comparing it to.  I might have to ask so I make a point to not go to those cities.  I mean I am fairly outgoing and will pretty much start up a conversation with anyone be it a stranger at the bus stop or someone in the grocery line so I am not thinking it's my fault; although, I'm told that it's not normal to do that in the west so people who I am talking to probably think I'm a crazy. 

Maybe there's a secret Calgary location that people go to so that they can meet other people....I need to find this secret.  Not even necessarily boyfriends but even girlfriends or people to just hang out with.  People in this city refuse to open their circles to the outsiders even though most people here were outsiders at one point as I've only met 3 people who are actually born and raised in Calgary so I think it's pretty rare.  Any ideas?

Wedding Present ideas???

So I found out that my cousin, who is all of 25, is getting married on my 30th birthday (nothing like stealing my thunder or anything) but anyways so I'm heading home to the east for my birthday and got an invitation to the wedding (a.k.a. buy me a gift even though I haven't seen or spoken to you in 5 years).  I'm just trying to figure out the following:

1.  Do I go?
2.  What do I buy for a gift?
3.  Is it totally impersonal to just give cash and a card since I'm pretty sure he has a house and it's fully stocked with towels and dishes (at least I would like to hope he's not eating off the floor and drying himself with paper towels but I've never been invited over so I have no real idea)?
4.  If I don't go, do I still have to buy/send a gift since I was invited?
5.  Will he really notice if I'm not there?
6.  If I'm not there, would he remember that he invited me and look for my gift?
7. I could go and TAKE a card and add my name to the one with lots of money in it...it's my fucking birthday afterall...(totally kidding - I would absolutely get caught).
8. I could buy him some cheap IKEA stuff since there is no IKEA east of Quebec City so he would have no idea that I bought it at IKEA.

So any help would be appreciated.  My other option for my birthday would be to go out with my now ex-boyfriend who I only broke up with because of the distance until he moves out here, and see if he's up for a birthday gift of "friends with benefits" because I'm pretty sure he'd be into that.  I think sex beats a wedding don't you?

I'm not Happy when I'm Hungry

So today was kind of a shitty day.  Not because someone got upset with me or I got hurt or anything serious.  No my day was bad because I'm hungry!  I know I'm sounding like a 2 year old but I get super grumpy when I'm hungry.  I'm sure everyone has these days.  My day:

6:00:   So I wake up already hungry so before I do anything I put a piece of bread in the toaster so that I can have breakfast.  I go to do other things and end up burning the toast a bit but no time for more so I eat my piece of burnt toast and head to work. 

7:50:  I get to work and start an unbelievably busy day with all the unrealistic deadlines that go with it.  Deadlines that no human could ever reach.

11:00:  My stomach has started rumbling and I think maybe I'll go eat something and come back to this project but no, it's due by noon so I will eat then. 

12:00:  I somehow met my deadline but as I was handing it of to my boss he tells me that the assistant he had helping him yesterday had not proofed his Brief and it was all messed up and he needs it proofed ASAP.

12:15:  My stomach is making noises so loud that the girl sitting next to me can hear; well, I think she heard because she came over to my desk and said "you should at least go get something to eat and take it to your desk while you work."  Obviously she is right, but I thought proofing would be a fast job when it turns out that it's a 60 page document with handwritten changes in ink so bright it's hard to read (not that his writing is EVER easy to read).  So I think that I should just take a late lunch and work through to get as much done as I can.  I had taken in a frozen dinner last week for days just like this one and I know somewhere in the back of my mind that it would only take 10 minutes to heat up the dinner in the microwave and eat it quickly - since there are only usually about 6 bites in those dinners.  But no I think a 1:00 lunch break will be just fine.

1:00: only on page 35 of my document although my stomach feels like it's starting to eat itself and I'm getting a bit dizzy....this just slows me down because it takes longer to read if you are having some hypoglycemic dizzy spell.

2:30:  almost done but client calls and asks that I do something for her on a rush basis.  This woman pretty much pays my salary so I have to do whatever she needs.  I am starting to get grumpy so I know I have to eat soon or I'll move on to the next stage of hunger which is the emotional stage and that usually doesn't end well in an office environment.  As soon as I start to cry it doesn't stop!

3:30 Finally finished!!  Yay!  But still have another project to go so I get started on that thinking, hey, I'm off at 4:00 anyways so might as well keep going.  Besides, by this point my hunger pangs have turned to nausea and I'm pretty sure my fat cells are loving it because my body has gone into starvation mode.

3:45 - FUCK IT!!!  I'm snapping at everyone in the office for things that are totally not their fault I have to go home and eat.

4:30:   I get off the train and see that my bus is waiting so I try to hurry over but there are slow walking people in front of me that won't move.  I'm almost to the bus running as fast as I can (which isn't very fast) and the bus closes its doors and drives away!  WTF!?  Next bus comes in 25 minutes.  Guess I have to walk home, despite the fact that by this point my knees feel like jell-o and my head is throbbing.  Even my ears are ringing and my eyelids feel heavy due to malnourishment.

4:50:  Home.  Figure I should stop by and get my mail as I've left it a couple of days now.  Open the mailbox and see that I have a letter from the government (...please be a cheque, please be a cheque..) No dice!  A letter from CRA telling me that my moving expenses which I claimed on my income taxes are being audited and I need to find every piece of paper that I've ever had in my possession for the last year and send it to them 30 days from the date of the letter - which, of course, was more than 10 days ago.  Seriously?! 

5:00: My apartment...finally can cook some supper!  Open my fridge to remember that oh right, I haven't gotten groceries this week yet and that burnt toast I had this morning was my last piece of bread so I can't even go that route.

5:10:  So here I sit with the crumbs left in the bottom of the Ritz box, a peach that has seen better days and my syringe with my B12 injection in it that I was supposed to take last week but I hate giving myself needles (even 4 years later it still creeps me out).   I totally need a drink!

Does size really matter? really?

The answer is yes....and yes, I AM talking about what you think I'm talking about.  If you are easily offended, probably best you skip this post.

So I met this guy online a while back but we've never met in person.  He's fairly conceited from what I can tell...nice guy but thinks really highly of himself.  So anyways, yesterday he sends me a message on msn (yes I still use MSN sometimes) so here's how it goes....basically (I'm going to call him "C" as to not give away his real name or full initials):

C: are you alone?

Me:  Yes

C: can you do me a favour, would you tell me if my cock is small, average or large if I show you on cam? I'm having a bet with my friend.

Me:  Um, what kind of bet is that?

C:   It's a girl, she says I have a small cock and I told her that I could get votes from other girls that said otherwise.  I need 10 and only have 5 so far.

Me:  What were the other 5 votes?

C: 4 average and 1 large   *invites cam*

(I know I shouldn't have accepted but at this point I was just curious as to whether or not he was really small and I could knock him off his pedestal or whether he was big and trying to show off some more - I obviously did not believe anything about a 'bet')

Me:  looks pretty normal to me, I've seen smaller

(which is totally such a lazy answer because that could mean small but I've seen newborn babies and they are much smaller or it could mean average but I was too busy laughing that someone would actually ask a stranger to check out his penis size) - btw it was average sized if you were wondering.

C:  Do you want to see me cream?

Me: *appear offline*
I just couldn't watch this shit anymore.  I was a bit embarrassed at that point that I had accepted in the first place and at that point I was thinking that he's probably a bit of an exhibitionist and likes an audience.

So....has this ever happened to anyone else where a somewhat stranger asks you to rate his penis size?  Is this a normal guy question? I mean I know guys are self-concious about this sort of thing but really??!  Sorry guys...new blog and I'm already writing about penises.  I would never ask a guy to check out my va-jay-jay via webcam and tell me if it's normal or weird.  Especially not someone I had never even met yet in person....wow there are some real winners out there. Least it gave me a laugh for the night.

Murphy's Law

So pretty much my life is run by Murphy’s Law - Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. I am pretty sure that my luck is going to change very soon and I will win the lottery or something but so far…I’m not there yet. I turn 30 on 10/10/10 so I’m pretty sure that’s lucky! What’s unlucky is that it falls on a Sunday so there are no Sunday lottery draws. Damnit! Going to head home and spend thanksgiving with my family though so that will be nice. I’m pretty excited for 30 really - probably the only one in the world excited for 30 - because I’m told your 30s are the best years of your life. Well it wouldn’t take much to beat my 20s but we’ll get into that at a later date.


A few weeks ago I went to the mall after work to look for something….no idea really what it was I was looking for now that I’m looking back but pretty sure I didn’t come home with it. I ended up going into this shoe store…yes yes…the addiction of shoes. I found the PERFECT Nine West shoes (this kind but not this colour) and they are so pretty and they match everything I own and they’re more comfortable than my sneakers I think (albeit it may be because I rarely wear sneakers so heels have become more comfortable). So I wear them out on what I will call a date (he doesn’t call it a date though but that’s totally his problem because I’m totally awesome and he just hasn’t realized my awesomeness yet.. anyways) So we end up walking about 30 blocks from the restaurant to a club on 17th Ave (which if you’re not from Calgary is basically a street filled with bars and pubs and restaurants) and then I walk all the way back to the train to go home. I get home and pass out from too many Bulldogs (see the menu from Julio’s Barrio - yum) and when I get up the next morning to go out with some girlfriends, I notice my poor pretty shoes are all ripped. The genius shoe doctor here looked at them last week and told me that there’s nothing he can do for them and that it would keep happening so I think - ok, I’ll take them back to the store. Nope, get my receipt out of the garbage and see it’s stamped “Final Sale - No Returns”. I will probably still wear them until they are completely unwearable and ugly but whatever. They’re not as pretty anymore now that they’re ripped and a new pair is now $120 which I’d be willing to pay if the first pair hadn’t ripped but I don’t want to pay for something that may rip again. How frustrating.