Prada!

I lost my mind at lunch today.
The short story:
Eyesight worsening.
Headaches worsening.
Eye exam at lunch.
... and a kabillion dollars later:

But my, oh my, are they SEXY!

Valentines Day Rant....by Cheek

This all came to me when I was in front of the flower store watching all these guys frantically picking whatever flowers were available and basically throwing their wallets at the florists and running out the door.....

To all you women out there that are thinking "oh my gosh, he got me flowers and chocolates and rose petals on the floor, and a Celine Dion Cd, and Lingerie and a puppy, and Diamond Earings...ooooh tonight is gonna be all about meeeeeeeeee '!!! "squeak"...guesss what ??? What Chico????...if you get anything on Valentines Day it does not mean you are special at all. All it means is that the social and emotional pressure , and possible threat of physical danger has made your guy buy you something today. If he does something like this on May 18th, or some innocuous date like that then my lady you are special. Getting something today, a Hallmark holiday, means you are as special as the other 1 Billion woment that got something today. Congratulations, your guy is a conformist.

Okay now on to something completley different. Here on Valentines Day I thought I would share three of my favourite descriptions of spouses/girlfriends/boyfriends/people in general....some may have possibly been used by me....

he/she looks like

90 pounds of soggy dogshit in a 80 pound bag

the human equivalent of a visible panty line

a chimp that's been thrown into a suit and strategically shaved....

that's it... nothing to do with Valentines day....and no Bigglesworth, none of those apply to you ;-)

Ok, to wrap it up.... for all you single people out there on Valentines day...keep your chin up. dress up, go out,get drunk and have a great time. Guys..if you see women on their own tonight, please do not try to pick them up, believe me, they do not want to talk to you. They are content drinking tequila and blathering about how much men suck. Steer clear unless you want a trip to Pepper Spray Land. Other than that no rules apply, dress your pets up in Lingerie and take pictures..... Happy VD and always remember......ummmm, I forget....

peace,love and balance
Cheek

Happy Valentines Day

Thought this was cute.... the "UN" valentine

I am going to hell ... this time for sure ... =)

I have always been fascinated by diaries, journals and now, of course, blogs. Did you know that Anais Nin kept a journal for almost her entire young adult/adult life? That is very intriguing to me. She is intriguing to me. Part of it was the way she led her life (the affairs, the alleged bisexuality), part of it was the diaries. Who chronicles their life in that way??? I would have to research more but from what I understand she kept a journal for a good portion of her life.

If you think about it - you could spend a lifetime with someone and not truly know a person. Actually this is most likely. Your family, friends, lovers, husbands, wives, whomever. You really do not know their innermost thoughts. Not about everything. But a diary or journal (being that it is written for yourself, not an audience) would be someone's internal, deepest, secret thoughts. I would think that it takes a lot of self-discipline to keep a regular diary. I have sporadically written throughout my life. I love short stories, poems, quotes. I have on various occasions started a diary and found that I only write in it when there is something hurtful, devastating or bad to write about. Maybe that is just me though?? Possibly. I’ve never claimed to be normal. Again, as my mom would say, what’s normal???? I also, obviously, keep this blog. But this blog is not private so therefore, you really are only getting a fraction of what I think on certain subjects that I choose to share. I am not saying it is full of untruths, I am saying it is written knowing there is an audience. My fans, if you will! =)))) I probably share things that I shouldnt.

If you do not know who Anais Nin is – GOOGLE her! (I know this is getting long, but the hell part is coming...)

Two of my favourite Anais Nin Quotes:

1. There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

2. We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

And, apparently, there are others more fascinated by her than I am: http://www.thinkingofanaisnin.blogspot.com/

I have read, re-read and recommend “Henry and June”. It is a novel written from excerpts of Anais' personal journal chronicling her affair (while she was married) with Henry Miller (please tell me you know who Henry Miller is!) and his wife June. There is some debate over whether Anais actually had a physical relationship with June. Who really knows? If you go by her diary, she did. There is a lot of speculation that Anias Nin wrote her diary knowing there would be an audience. Whether that audience be friends, lovers, acquaintances or strangers … does this mean you cannot trust the facts in it or does it mean that it is still true but written in a different way, with reasons other than writing for personal growth and/or therapy?

This is way longer than intended, good thing I type 90 odd words a minute - one more thing before I get to the I’m going to hell part.

Dooce

Blogger. Amazing writer.

Stumbled across her blog from a friend’s blog. She was fired for the content in her blog. Lesson – NEVER, ever write about work, work people - even if you do it anonymously. Even if you do not mention the company’s name.

To make Dooce's story even more interesting she lives in Utah and comes from a Mormon family and became media fodder for being fired from her job, therefore making her blog (and her opinions on Mormonism) public to her family. I think she is an entertaining, fearless writer and am full on, addicted to her blog. She is very sarcastic and all her stories (writing since 2001 I think) have a great Dooce perspective and are worth the read. Check it out.

http://www.dooce.com/

Anyways, the I’m going to hell part:

Chico and I stumbled upon two diaries recently. They were lying on the side of the road. I picked them up and took them home with the intention of returning them to the writer. I thought that if it was me I wouldn’t want my private thoughts out on the side of the road for any psycho to read. Turns out I’m the psycho. I woke up at 3 a.m. last night and couldn’t sleep. I had a teensy peek at them. Fine, all right, two hours or so… I honestly had every intention (and still do) of returning the diaries, I just didn’t have time this weekend. The woman who wrote them put her address and name in the cover. But now what? Drop them and run? I am a terrible liar and she will know I read them if I face her to return them. She was just so fascinating and oh so very human and well, I have no excuse. I want her to have her (what used to be) private thoughts back but now don’t know how to go about it. I guess it is likely I will mail them.

Yes, I know I suck. I suck huge. Send your hatemail to the email addy above. When you send your hatemail could you please tell me if you keep a diary? And your thoughts on blogging, diaries, journals, whatever … as you can see, I am a little obsessed with the subject now. Help feed my problem! =)

In case that commercial was bugging you too....

Credit Union commercial. You know the one.

omnipresent(ly) /present everywhere at the same time: the omnipresent God.

malapropism / a malapropism is an incorrect usage of a word by substituting a similar-sounding word with different meaning, usually with comic effect.

Did I really need a steak sandwich, french fries, creme brulee cheesecake and a MIMOSA for lunch on a weekday???

Some musings, comments, rants and good stuff:

1. Pompous judgmental assholes can sometimes say the right thing.

Attorney for Anna Nicole Smith’s ex husband admitted on live television that he believes that that old man did, in fact, love her and wanted her provided for.

He should have stopped talking there. Turned back into pompous, judgmental asshole in the very next sentence.

2. Steak sandwich, french fries, crème brulee cheesecake and a mimosa are NOT a good idea for a mid-week lunch …

I still have a belly ache! *Insert bad influence friend's name here" - could you not have stopped me? Or at least not encouraged the mimosa… while you ate your healthy soup for lunch??? I put part blame on you for the bellyache – may everything you eat this weekend add an extra inch to your hips – HA so there. =) =) =)

3. Skytrain commute not so bad.

Have had to change my commute because of mess on Cambie and it is to damn cold to walk across the bridge and still look good in my Lululemon coat.

So some days are not a total waste of makeup. I must look human today. Was asked out on the skytrain via business card!

4. You cannot mind melt someone’s head into exploding.
Tried it this morning on the bus ride to skytrain.

Pushy woman, bad breath, cellphone talking, giggling mess of a perfume hag. Touching me, invading personal space. Ugh. No matter how hard I squinted my eyes, or wiggled my nose, her head would just not pop off.

Note to woman on bus. Forget the perfume, try MOUTHWASH!

5. I am actually normal.

When compared to the female diaper wearing astronaut.

Story: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17034568/site/newsweek/

ASTRONAUT UNDERWEAR - WHO KNEW!?

Two posts today -

My new favourite lip stuff!!!

Ok, those of you who know me know I am not a big makeup girl. Wont spend a lot of money on it and anything good I own (like the MAC) was bought by my mom or my sis. Actually, come to think of it all my favourite work clothes were presents from them too. Hm. I am seeing a pattern. OMG! My favourite coat and bag too (Lululemon –thanks Mandy and Mom!)…

anyways, not the point…

This is it.

This is the product. Revlon “Just Bitten”.

http://revlon.com/ProductCatalog/ProductDetails.aspx?CategoryID=2&SubCategoryID=7&ProductID=33

Lip stain. It makes my lips look like the colour I should have been born with! Nice. Very nice. Actually it is kind of like the colour your lips go when you drink red wine but without the annoying teeth stains!

And if anyone is interested (pretty girls on buses) … it tastes like berries! =)

The Photo Album

My mom drove downtown this weekend to spend the day with me. My best friend was moving out of the house and I was feeling really down. Mom didn’t know this before she came to get me but was a wonderful ear for my feelings about him moving out. One thing about my mom – she is always in your corner. And a great person to have there. So we got that conversation over with and headed out to Granville Island for the day. It is incredible that at my age something as simple as spending the day with your mom can make you feel needed, loved and important.

When my mom showed up at the house she brought with her a photo album she had created. She had gone through all her old photos and made an album for my sister and I (one for each of us). My dad died when he was 41 so this was hard task for my mom. She is now remarried to a great guy (almost five years!) and they are doing the happily ever after thing … =)

Anyways, the album. It has pictures of me when I was little, my mom when she was little, my dad, grandparents, sister, stepfather, stepbrother and all our friends along the way. She had kept old figure skating photos of me, race day pictures of my dad (he raced drag boats!), pictures of me sitting on my Papa’s lap as a young girl, pictures of me bathing with the dogs (!well yuck!) and pictures of my Nana as a beautiful twenty-something gal… everything you could think of… including some bad perm pictures that we could have done without saving!

In the album Mom included a photo of the two of us. Mom would have been about 21 or 22 and she was holding me in her arms. She looked like a baby herself. She actually looked like an innocent Marilyn Monroe! Across the page there is a picture of me and Megan together. I must have been about 21 or 22 also. I look like a baby too. We were both young mothers. We have followed a similar path being that my mom was born in 49, I was born in 69 and my beautiful daughter was born in 89.

NOTE TO MEG – not a chance you are making me a grandma in 09 little lady!!! =)

Anyways, thanks mom!

My latest CD Addiction

Ok. An old friend tried to get me to listen to this cd a long time ago - (ok, the exgirlfriend), but I was being rebellious at the time and into my own music and didn't really give it a good listen. She put the song below on a cd for me and I relistened to it recently and loved it. Then I went out and bought the cd.

Neverending White Lights

This collection is absolutely AMAZING! It is a compilation like no other I've ever heard. The CD is an incredible story. Buy the cd, read the jacket.

"The Grace" Video:

http://www.neverendingwhitelights.com/grave.html

"The Grace" Lyrics:

In better days I've been known to listen
I go to waste all my time is missing

I'm mapping out my ending, It's never gonna happen now
These things are condescending
With everybody backing down

You pray to stars that can help you get by
And all at once you forget to try
I'd go there if you let me,

They're never gonna find me now
My life is always empty
And in and out of doubt

Your not coming back for me, these things they will never be
I'm so used to being wrong, so put me where I belong…belong

I get back to you, God knows I try, But I still lose
And I get back to you, These days run by, But I still lose

Angels say they can make you suffer
They give and take like a vicious lover

When all this loses meaning, You'll never want it back somehow
Awake but still I'm dreaming
And never waking up

Alone, where I'm not alone

The Website:

http://www.neverendingwhitelights.com/news.html

Loser Squared

CCCCcccoooolllllllld this morning. Took the bus in. Fell in love on the bus AGAIN! Her - long brown hair, big brown eyes, full lips, noxema fresh skin - you know the sort of seventies looking natural beauty??! Me - hiding under my book. Loser. You girls who love boys have no idea how lucky you are to be able to just openly flirt with pretty much any guy you want to. In my situation it doesn't work like that. I think that the girls who love girls should have to wear some secret sign or something! =) Come on, do it, make my life easier!

Have a great day. It is beautiful out there.

PS - my beautiful daughter is coming downtown today to have lunch with me. Happy, happy mommy!