girls girls girls...listen up

Okay, listen very carefully..... this is from a place of experience.


These articles that claim to "make him love you" do not work, and I can't stand them because you can do everything the article tells you to do, and the guy of your dreams will still ignore you. You can't make someone love you... unless you have a magic fairy dust that you sprinkle in his morning java that suddenly makes him fall head over heals for you. (If someone has that, please let me know because I'd love to use it on Johnny Depp).


Just a word of the wise. I know it's so cliche to say this, and I almost cringe.. but just be yourself, don't be fake, most of all be patient and don't go in to overkill (meaning don't be a stalker).  If the guy of your dreams doesn't love you back, then screw him... he's not worth it, and move on.


just a little morning rant for your viewing pleasure.


Mountain Man: Crash Kings


Cheers,
M.

Some light reading.

As of late, I have discovered a real fondness for writing... hence the blog. 


I started writing articles on ezinearticles.com about growing up, shit that's happened to me etc.. It's a fairly healing experience, and it's dug up a lot of pent up feelings that I didn't know I had. Something to consider for yourselves? What works for one person, might not necessarily work for another but give it a shot. 


The only real problem I've had is that ezines doesn't like you to use swear words.. you have to keep it PG. But not on my blog!! I wouldn't call it R rated, maybe like a 14+? 


I don't expect all of you to click the link to read each and every article, so I'm going to post something I've written from time to time in hopes that you enjoy it. 


Even if you thinks it's a piece of shit, let me know... but let me down gently.. I'm over-sensitive lately.

Here's the first one... 


Size Four

I'm not sure how I managed to have a good self body image growing up, maybe because the tag on my pants said "size four" and when I looked in the mirror I liked the way my clothes fit me. I remember on the way back from a track and field training week in Alabama where I went up to the front of the bus to get a sandwich from my coach.

"Don't you think you've had enough already?" She replied hiding the sandwiches under the seat. "You've already had two."

I was denied a stupid little sandwich. I think my jaw dropped when she said that to me, but instead of fighting it, I just went back to my seat and sat in disbelief that someone could say that to me with a straight face. What I really wanted to do was grab the whole tupperware container of those stupid little sandwiches and stuff my face. I wanted to get fat out of spite. I wished I were fat... I don't think anybody has ever thought that before. I just don't know how anyone, especially a "mature" adult could say that to a teenaged girl. I hated my coach for that.

Then, one night not long afterward the first incident I heard my parents talking about my "growing butt" downstairs when they thought I was out of ear shot. It got me wondering, how many other "disappointments" do they talk about behind my back? How many other times have they discussed me and my tendency to "act out" and my "serious personal issues" as Dad put it to people who dressed in black and had earrings in their noses. Just because someone has an earing in their nose and spikey hair doesn't make them any worse than anyone else. Sometimes the people who are what you call "different" are the sanest people out there. Look at me. I don't have the black clothes or hair, I dress fairly conservatively and I am probably more screwed up than a lot of people out there.

Hearing my parents discuss my body downstairs got me so enraged. With tears pouring down my face I stripped off all my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. What did I see? I saw a young woman who was too tall with scraggly blonde hair, too many freckles but a body that I was proud of. So, I did what I should have done to my coach a few weeks prior. I marched downstairs, grabbed a whole container of ice cream from the fridge and a box of chocolate cookies and started filling my face right in front of them. My parents were looking at me like I had lost my mind.

"What is your problem?" Questioned my Mom with obvious concern on her face. I took a deep breath mustered up some courage and shouted. "The next time you two want to fucking discuss my growing behind do it out of earshot!!" and with that I stomped upstairs to polish off my container of ice cream in solitude. It didn't take five minutes for them to come upstairs where we sat, cried and talked about the importance of appreciating your own unique beauty. I have great parents.

Do not in a million years let anyone whether it be a friend, that bully in school or even an adult make you feel embarrassed about your body. Don't let anyone influence your decision to change the shape of your body because only you can do that in a healthy and safe way.

Luckily, I never suffered from anorexia or bulimia and even though the tag on the back of my pants might have gone up a couple of sizes, I am still proud of the body I have and wouldn't change it for anyone.

E-Pro: Beck

Something's Different!

No no.. I didn't get a hair cut.... I managed to figure out how to add a play list to my blog.

Yay me!

Anyway, it's just some tunes I've been listening to of late. Some of them old, some new.. some quirky, some not...

Enjoy!

Cheers,
M

Black Heart: Hey Rosetta

Lightbulb moment for my blog...

I have just had a little lightbulb moment for something to add to my newly minted blog... if you come to know me (which I hope in time you will) you will learn that I'm fairly obsessed with music and all things music. So, I've decided to post the song and band/singer/songwriter I am listening to while writing my blog entry in hopes that you the reader will look them up, listen and become a little obsessed with music too.


First song is... *drum roll please*


Eet: Regina Spektor


Cheers,
M

25 Useless Facts About Moi.

You can cut and paste your own useless 25 facts about yourself if you so wish.... if not..... then enjoy mine at least 

1. It is 3:48am in the morning.. something is making a lot of noise in my basement.. thus I cannot sleep out of fear that if I go check out what is actually making all that noise I will be attacked by something… reminds me of when I was a kid and I thought wolves were under my bed… so I’m left writing the following.


2. I still love licking the bowl after baking chocolate chip cookies.. although, I never really make chocolate chip cookies, so that joy is lost.


3. I crave Chianti Ruffino.


4. I am obsessed with Animal Planet.. if no one stops me, I could watch that channel all day long and not be bored. Animal Police is probably one of my favourite shows.. that and the Dog Whisperer. Cesar Milan is my idol.

5. Naps are the shit. I love me a good nap.. and I’m not talking some 15 minute “power snooze” which does absolutely nothing for me.. I’m talking a good one hour nap.  


6. Keeping on the nap theme.. I love day dreaming.. I love having the time in the morning to sit there and ponder about whatever. Or having the ability to slip in to that state of mind during the day.. like say.. during a really boring class


7. If I didn’t have my fiance I would be that crazy lady down the street with a lot of cats.. and that is okay with me.    


8. I hate losing to my fiance.. he even beats me at scrabble. I beat him one time at squash.. it was a glorious feeling and I was basking in my win for a few days. (sorry!)


9. I always think I love romantic gestures and I love love romantic movies/novels.. but then when someone says or does something textbook “romantic” it makes me feel extremely awkward/nervous and I usually say something to screw it up and make the person feel awkward/nervous. Maybe that’s why I proposed.


10. Sean Connery is probably the sexiest old toot out there. On that note I want to use the saying “old toot” and “what in the sam-huey” more.


11. I am on the fence about the whole God thing. More leaning to the “I don’t think he/she exists”side. I do however think there is something bigger out there.. or maybe its just because I hope that when I die, I do not lay in a box for a bijillion years. I want to either go wherever everyone else goes, come back as a dolphin or be a ghost.. whatever.. just not the box. If God does exist, I hope she is Alanis Morisette.


12. I have a secret obsession with perezhilton.. I think he’s hilarious.. some of the stuff, not so much, but for the most part.. “quite comical” as my grandma says.


13. It really pisses me off when people say “oh, they only got second place.” I salute anybody who has ever gotten a second place.. bravo.. huge accomplishment.


14. I can type 115 words per minute.. something I am very proud of. Once I was in the top ten of the day on facebook. Me and Lu Chan, Suzy Wu and 8 other Chinese people.   


15. The first song I learned all the words to was No Rain by Blind Melon.. thanks to my Uncle Ed


16. If I eat a pie.. I have to eat it in sections. I love eating the top layer first, the middle layer (pumpkin, apple, raspberry.. whatever) and then I love eating the bottom last. It tastes so good to me.


17. The epidural scares me more than labour. That needle is huge!!


18. I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been if I had not gone over to work in the middle east... not that it would be better... just different.


19. My dying wish is for John Williams to do a score of music for a week of my life so that I could walk around with a soundtrack playing in the background.


20. The first time I ever got drunk was the summer before going in to grade nine with Katie at Little Lake Park in Midland. I remember singing Spice Girls.. even though I didn’t like them… and wandering through a trailer park.


21. I have stolen a pumpkin from a pumpkin field.


22. I’m okay with the fact that I’m never going to be one of those women who are good at arts and crafty type things, baking etc.


23. If I ever do get married I want the first song we dance to, to be In Your Veins by Soundtrack of Our Lives.


24. The only time I have been knocked out by something is when I was playing pitcher’s helper in baseball when I was a kid and some punk hit a line drive straight in to my forehead. I woke up in a lawn chair several minutes later with the words “spalding” engraved on my forehead. I miss baseball…


25. The noise in my basement is still going.. but I’m too tired to care anymore. I’ll just go to bed and hope there isn’t any monsters in my closet.

Awww.... my first ever Blog...*tear*

I'm not sure how I ended up in the Blog world.. I've never even looked at a blog before! I'm a blog virgin.

I was told by someone that "perhaps, you might have some good things to say to people.. especially teenage people."

So, to all the "people, especially teenage people," Bonjour! (No wait.. that makes you think that this blog will be about French, which it is not.)

Hey! (that's better)

I want to have an open, honest relationship with how ever many of you will end up reading this blog. Hopefully my posts, and snippets of my life will make you laugh, think and ultimately feel a little bit better about your own life.

Just to give you a glimpse in to who I am.. I've posted "25 Useless Facts About Me."

Cheers!

M