tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720138766651911622024-09-04T23:41:17.867-07:00Witty ? No. Well written? No. Honest? YesAdventures of a non-bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06010438052883441504noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872013876665191162.post-21069864146921570282011-07-20T22:30:00.000-07:002011-07-20T22:47:59.434-07:00

So I have a big ex and it's not my ex-husband. I have an ex-boyfriend (well more than one, but i'm talking about only one so far). We've played this little breakup/back together game for 12 years. The last breakup was many many years ago (before I  met my husband). yet we seem to always come back to each other. We've been talking lately. We started chatting when things went seriously south

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I came across this and had to share it. Two of my favorite things combined... its like Slurpee's and nacho chips...mmmm who did it 

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That's right a random Tuesday thought... will this become a regular thing? Not likely as I'm not good at regular things I find as soon as something becomes expected I no longer enjoy it but for this Tuesday anyways I have a random thought. I once was told that the things we dislike in other people are the traits we dislike in ourselves. I've been thinking (which usually mean trouble as I tend to

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I write this in appreciation of one of the toughest gals I know. My mom. Yesterday was a big day. It was my moms final chemo treatment. In 3 weeks we are hopefully throwing a no more chemo party (once she is all rested and feeling better). Last November, on top of my separation hitting a rather nasty bump, the manfriend of the moment falling off the face of the planet and my companies revenues

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So 2 days ago it happened. My one year is up. I have been separated for a year and we can now finally apply for divorce (though we need to get our separation/custody agreement finished first). Its weird. Weird how fast the time went by, and how different I am from this time last year. Funny thing is different isn't really the right word. I'm more me than I have been in years. I've gone back to

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Ok disclaimer for this one. I needed a spring bag... actually I needed a bag period. Had some old fabric left around the house so decided to design and make one. The fabric is a little bright for me but it holds my shit which is better than pockets stuffed full. As with most things its not even close to what I envisioned bc I had to fix some mistakes. But, as usual I learned alot and the next one

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Since I talked about it figured I'd post it. I tried making matching pants but my pattern sizing was a little off... they were a little tight. So here's the lunch bag for my 2 1/2 yr old that will likely hold enough food for a family of 4. Yes it covers a portion of my stove. I stated earlier I'm not so good with the pattern sizes. I'm learning... slowly.

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Ok I have to rant. I live in Vancouver. I am proud to live in Vancouver. Its a beautiful city. Today I am ashamed. For those of you who don't know why I'll explain. Today was Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Vancouver vs. Boston. Vancouver lost. I've seen better games and I have to say it tonight the better team won. Congrats Boston and Timmy you guys deserve it. Canucks re-group and we will

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So remember the post where I started everything but couldn't finish anything. Well I finished a few things and even added some stuff to my list (but seriously though does it ever end). First off I finally finished my slippers... my first attempt. We are now calling them socks as thats what they ended up looking like. But I learned alot. My curtains are finished as well as a couple matching

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Sorry for anyone I've offended with my new phrase but I swear I had one the other day. Let me explain. My old sewing machine crapped out. It was cheap but still I've only had it for 3 years. I was kinda "upset" especially since I had just finished cutting and pinning a whole pile of clothes to take in and the such. Finally I get the time to ask how much it'll cost to get fixed... $150.00!!!

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Hey folks, Just a little note that say I'm still alive and kicking. Well mostly (other than the sniffles). I've been super busy finally moving into my place (i've only been here since August... I'm slow). I've finally sifted through all the stuff I threw into closest (holy crap... how I have so much shit is beyond me) and organized (to the best of my unorganized abilities) and even put up some

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I love the comma, it has all sorts of great uses. I'm sure I use it wrong all the time to create the worlds longest sentences, separated with multiple commas. I've realized with all this writing (I'm still not used to the word blog, or blogging) just how much I use the comma. Now I know I am the furthest thing from an English major but I try, a little. I'm sure that everyone has their favourite

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So here's a random dating question. What would you say is your type? I used to think mine was the skateboarding, rough around the edges, blue collar worker. Now I have realized that it is alot more complex than that. I have realized that I date the same guy over and over. After analyzing (something I've been doing ALOT of) I've realized that my "type" per-say (I'm basing this on the

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I have the coolest little man. This is not an expression of love, not a mother making a statement. This is fact! I have a 2 1/2 year old monkey. He is beyond awesome. So awesome in fact that he potty trained himself. People ask me how I did it, my reply is simple, by accident. One day we had an early bath, I didn't bother putting a diaper back on him. Let him run around naked, be free little

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So I had one of those days. One where you get up in the morning and before you've even thought about coffee somethings gone wrong. Today some of my lighter moments where smashing my finger, dropping my phone, stabbing myself in the gum with a fork (apparently I was over excited to eat my poutine... mmm gravy), oh 3 hours trying to get my phone switched to a bb, and there's more, that's just the

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No matter where you are this sound makes your heart stop, stomache curl, the "oh shit" pops into your head and sometimes you're scared to look. Here was todays "thud" moment My only phone. I have no house phone, no office phone. Its is litterally my lifeline for my job and personal life. Oops. Fell out of my pocket and landed face flat on the floor... thud. I will admit, its a rather

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For rent by the hour One two and a half year old toddlerDont be fooled by his tiny sizeEats like a 16 year oldTalks sometimes like a 16 year old (today from the back of my car comes a little voice "Mommy, are those cars pissing you off?")Is house trained like a drunken 16 year old (sometimes we make it, sometimes we don't) (I say rent bc I am slightly attached to the monkey and don't want to see

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So I was supposed to have a date. My first date with a stranger since I met my almost-ex years ago. I promised a story, and I was looking forward to a story but I have none. Why you ask? Because it never happened. Lol Here's the long, short version of it. Maybe someone can tell me if this is normal and if this is what I should expect. Lol First the day before I sent a text confirming (I'm type

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I can be a rather impulsive person on occasion. I can also agonize about things as well. Really it depends on my mood, the alignment of planets, the tides and maybe what I had for lunch. In November, in what I thought was the muck of my life (ha, ha says fate you were wrong). I got a tattoo. Now I've always wanted one but just been to chicken to get one. So that day I was attending meetings off

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So before I met and married my almost-ex I had 4 holes in each ear, a belly button ring and a tongue stud. My fav was the tongue stud. I got it when i was 19, it was really the first thing I truly did for myself, not caring what anyone thought. Especially my parents. Yes, it was my little rebellion. I had that baby for 10 years. Then at 29 I gave birth. Going into the hospital I had to take out

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So I have a date, actually maybe two. Turns out internet dating wasn't quite ready to let me go. I talked to a total of 4 people that I didn't already know. Three of them asked me out. One is never going to happen, the other cancelled last minute and the third well that ones still up in the air. I go to close my account and one guy asked me out basically the same day, my friends have convinced

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Shoes. I love shoes, especially heels!!! I love my heels, don't get me wrong I love my red Chuck Taylors just as much but a great unique pair of heels you can't beat! Again from pinupgirlclothing.com there is a brand called Iron Fist. I can't even pick. Now Iron Fist is not the only brand they carry. These are just one of my favs, the ones I"m possibly planning on purchasing next but

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So previously I mentioned how internet dating and I are not friends. I thought this required a follow-up.For all of you who are wondering, we are still not friends. So much so that I requested to terminate our relationship. I figured it would be best for both of us if we went our separate ways. He was upset (because I now refer to the entire website as an him), and I know it's because I'm so

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Ok so here is the first book I've completed in the last while (other than the twilight series... no judgement please. lol) I have now read the book and watched the movie. The movie is a good watch though don't expect anything profound, it's your regular hollywood entertainment. The book however is another story. It took me forever to get through because she rambles... ALOT. That being said

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Murphy and Fate, the great wish granter, like to play games with me. So much so that it's become almost comical, my life that is. One day I wished to run into my friend just to see him, see how he's doing. That day we ran into each other 5 times, at least. You could say that fate listened and said "here you go baby". Not what I was hoping for, once maybe twice, just a quick walk by. But Fate

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