Blogs are for losers?!

Um, so I heard on the radio this morning that there is a recent study out from the University of Calgary regarding blog writers and how they are losers. That we live in a world of delusion and we are lonely and miserable. I have been known to feel somewhat lonely and miserable, but I wouldn't classify myself in that category regularly. I think it's a bunch of shit and I feel that this blog is my forum for kvetching, bragging and otherwise yammering.

I've got dual cold sores and I'm just THRILLED as I have 2 parties this weekend. Not only is this weekend a party weekend in Toronto for the 30th and Winnipeg for my brother's gittin' er done wedding social, there is also a dignitary joining us at school this Friday. Ken Dryden, the former Stanley Cup winning goaltender and current Liberal MP in our school's riding will speak, answer questions and likely be hounded for autographs. I've learned more about Canadian politics and the Kyoto Accord in the last two days than I had known in all of my 26 years. Ugh. 26 years.

Above you'll notice a photo. It's not of a light show that I witnessed, it's a photo of the 5 alarm call that occurred at the crack building across the street. This is why I wear earplugs and an eye mask at night. There's nothing worse than waking up to those sirens at 4 am, which is usually when the junkies are all strung out. I think I'd be considered more of a loser for wearing these apparatus at night than I would be for writing a blog.

I love being a tough broad!

Just got home from hockey and I played a great game. I didn't score or even get so much as an assist, but I have gotten the title of "Team goon". Number 29 on the other team said, "I know you're a girl, but can you please watch the shoving." I responded with, "c'mon buddy, get into the game." Maybe he was annoyed at me that I beat him in every faceoff. Loser.
I now have my entire team scoping out eligible bachelors. There were also a few post game cervezas in which the men confessed that they know many eligible women, but no men. That confirms the fact that there are 17% more women than men in Toronto. Just what I needed to hear!
It's a busy week ahead of planning, prepping and getting ready for a party weekend. You know you're someone who works for the weekend when, on Monday night, you're planning for the weekend.

Lululemon is SO out of control!

So after going out last night and sleeping on a friend's sofa until 4:30 am this morning, then coming home to sleep for just a few more hours, I awoke in a haze, determined to get to the Lululemon warehouse sale by 9:45 am. After all, it's a work day, and although I was "warned" of lineups, I was shocked and amazed by THE lineup. There were women in droves, wrapped in sleeping bags and pashminas, shivering. Ridiculous. Had I been able to spend my entire day off at the sale, I would have.

I am addicted to facebook.com and have become a little bit of a creepy stalker. I'll keep you posted on my next victim. My bro says that I go after men with a fork and knife. If only I met men to go after.

Tonight's a big night. It's my monthly dance party with friends. Last week was Karaoke and this week it's a dance party. If only I had enough outfits to be a barstar. Hmmmm, barstar at 26, that's hot. When do I transform into a cougar?

On a roll.

I've completed writing the bastards and my Internet appears to be functional. We'll wait to see how many times I have to edit the comments and most likely the grades on those report cards.

Now, I'm in planning mode for my best friend's birthday party next week and for my brother's wedding in June. Just a few more reasons to be on the computer all night long. I love the planning. I have the time, energy and the vision.

I've learned that I must ALWAYS have something/someone to look forward to. Tonight, it's the upcoming weekend and next week's party weekend of the 30th birthday party and the wedding social. I suppose I'm back into party mode. I feel confident that I've taken a long enough hiatus from that mode. My concern is the late night carb munchies, (even though I haven't been partaking in such behaviour in weeks) that comes along with drinking. I really can't be trusted.
Tonight is a couch night sans carbs. It's frozen grapes instead. Pathetic.

'tis the season for report cards

fa la la la la it sucks so bad. I would rather drink my urine, fa la la la la I hate this crap! Only teachers who write report cards feel my pain and only teachers who work at my school feel my misery. Aside from the fact that the "procedures for completion" have been changed 5 times, the program is primitive and slow and the categories that I'm grading these students on are ridiculous. Those are my two cents, and as I told my vp today, "you didn't ask for my opinion, but I gave it to you anyway, as I know you're never going to ask for feedback."
Last night I took out my frustration in the form of Greek salad and rec hockey. I got into a slight shoving match and used my vernacular like a champ. We lost terribly, but I burned off steam.
Speaking of steam, I am close to chucking this laptop, my router and my modem out the window. I KEEP losing my connection to the Internet. It's the router, I'm pretty sure. Any recommendations? You know how much I depend on my MAC daddy. Maybe I'll spend the rest of my evening on the phone with Rogers, I can't do the report cards, they're web-based.

Blog post number 69!!!

Hahaha! Tonight was a night of hilarity. It began by some serious catching up with a friend who shares my single, independent woman lifestyle followed by some Karaoke. There were a lot of screamers, but it was classic Karaoke. I sang a few numbers and cheered on my buddies. There wasn't a screamer quite like this one above, whom I was greeted by at the subway station. She was screaming bloody murder after she had lost something, so I speculated. I felt the need to take a photo.
I'm home safe and sound. This Friday, I was not offered crack as I was last week.

Holy hell!

I like to consider myself a relatively calm person. I mean I'm dramatic when I tell stories and anecdotes, but I'm a pretty chill person. Whether it's because I'm off the herb or because I'm just a class A biyatch, today, I lost it at work.

I told the head of my school (read: principal) that the politics and the inner workings of our workplace is a fuckin' joke. I actually used the words, "fucking joke". One admin says this, the other says, "he's out to lunch on this one". As one colleague put it, "it's a pissing contest amongst them." Besides the fact that there are SUCH issues, they are close to incompetent when something needs to get done. So, I gave them a piece of my mind. The assertion is what I'm most proud of. It's not like I can be proud of anything changing, it ain't gonna happen. Some might say, "Leave it alone. Don't work yourself up", but when it's the environment that I spend 40 hours of her week in, I needed to say something. I was tactful, minus the f-bomb, but obscenities are sometimes the only words that get a reaction or a response.

I have a cold. It's of the runny nose and congestion variety, but I'm going to fight it with some Karaoke and alcohol. I sometimes make REALLY smart decisions.

These are the days of my life.

"....and on the 10th day, there was heat!" I am now toasty after demanding that the heat issue be rectified. Speaking of rectified, I'd like to rectally injure some people in my world with a jagged rock. They are:

1. The asshole(s) that continue to key my car
2. My fellow employees who slack and hand off their work to others
3. My superiors at work who preach and are incompetent at their cushy jobs

I've been off the carbs (bread, pasta, rice, crackers, cereal) and cheese (except feta) for 10 days and I have mixed feelings. Breakfast is tricky, and living like this is even trickier for a broad who loves toast and cheese or toast and everything or cheese and everything. Who knew that I ate SO badly? I've also quit my abuse of nicotene, the herb and alcohol since I returned from Mexico. Really, I am a new woman. It's pretty hilarious, actually. My chest doesn't hurt, I've got more energy and I do feel better. I still hate the gym and I'm not NEARLY as fun or funny as I used to be.

Last night I was chatting with a girlfriend of mine and we decided that we will likely be single for life. Not single forever, but NEVER find our lifelong mate. Are we too picky? Are we hideous? Are we just difficult to be around? No, no and NO! We are independent, self-reliant and confident women that have a checklist. A particular checklist that we won't compromise on. I'll compromise on the dude's name, his height and EVEN his ability to spell properly, but there are just some characteristics that I need to be present for him to even get a first date with me. I've been screening this one guy over the past couple of weeks and he has passed my test. Tomorrow, we're hanging out. I wouldn't even call it a date, it's way too much pressure and there's NO need to be formal. I'm never formal unless I'm at a wedding, so why pretend?! I'll let you know what occurs.

Back in the saddle.

So I've been back in reality for one whole week. This past week saw loads of cabbage soup, some cravings for harmful substances, a couple of temper tandrums at work, lots of working out and some serious hours on facebook.com

I hit the misery point of the cabbage soup diet on Thursday evening. It's entirely a boring diet and to tell you the truth
I don't notice any immediate results. I guess the binge eating that occurred in Mexico put a damper on the immediate results. I have now incorporated lots of protein but no bread, cheese (except for the feta on the greek salad) or pasta. It's really a whole new way of eating and living. It's annoying.

This no heat situation is also really ticking me off, considering it's actually beginning to be winter here. I've taken baths and showers to keep warm and tomorrow morning I'm calling the home warranty program, which seems to be the only route to deal with this issue.

Tonight is Sunday night television watching, if I can tolerate Donald Trump. He really is getting so dramatic that even I, can't cope with him.

Eating like a vegan

So the cabbage soup diet has been strictly adhered to. It's been 2 full days. The soup is surprisingly delicious but it's getting pretty boring. Supplementing with fruits and vegetables isn't particularly fun either, but it's now become a personal challenge the week. I went through every single vegetable and fruit that I've bought. Tonight, I get to have a baked potato. I thought about that potato all afternoon. Pathetic!

The only good thing about eating soup now is that there's no heat in the loft. It's 60 degrees Fahrenheit in here, which is 14 degrees Celsius for those readers on the metric system. The soup keeps me warm, but I feel like I need to wear gloves, while I type.

I've been on the laptop for the majority of the last 24 hours; searching, booking, emailing, online dating and playing on facebook.com. I am going to head to the Peg for my bro's social (read: hoe-down), and mom and I booked a quick trip to New Orleans and a 4 night cruise during February.

In terms of men on the go, I have the matchmaker circulating photos of me, Moises from Puerto Rico, and Marshall from Toronto who appears to be the male version of me. I'm not being too aggressive, just taking it in stride.

Sometimes, I'm so productive I frighten myself!

This morning I was up at 8 am to finish the laundry, tidy the place and begin my day. I booked a massage, returned a couple of things, bought produce, printed my pictures, went to the library and mentally prepared myself for the start of work tomorrow morning. It's not going to be easy, but the vacation was restful and long and for that I'm grateful.

My massage was wonderful even though it was done by a male massage therapist. I was surprised, but wanted the massage, so I got over it. He actually worked me over and I think I may prefer a male in the future due to their strength. Not to worry there was no attraction.

My Kensington market produce has now been chopped up and made into a soup. My cabbage soup for my cabbage soup diet. I'll be starting it on Tuesday, because tomorrow is Falafel day at school and GOD forbid I should miss a day.

Indulged, tanned and ready to rock!

Well, not really. That's just the ambitious, early in the new year, post 2 weeks of eating, drinking and relaxing me. My body is actually toxic and it's time for a cleanse. I'm thinking either cabbage soup, or a liquid diet. We'll see what transpires once I get some produce into the fridge.

The vacation was fabulous with loads of laughs, stories and many pictures. We sat out on the terrace last night and thought about how fortunate we are to be able to spend these times together and how some people never even get a glimpse of such beauty and memories.

I'm going to conquer the laundry and pack my gym bag for tomorrow. I'm more interested in showing off my tan than actually exercising.