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Yes, my love CAN be bought. If you bought me these, I would love you. Like seriously.No, seriously. Posted by Bella at 2:00 PM# Amused by little things I am. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg"THE PHAOMNNEAL PWEOR OF THE HMUAN MNID" Aoccdrnig to a rseearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Now I'm tinkihng aobut all the tmie I wtsead in sochol lrenanig how to slpel... Posted by Bella at 12:19 PM# Most writers need a wound to become great. Either spiritual or physical. I have both. I am going to go places. But when? A family friend once told my mom that my name, Megan Elisabeth Pratt, sounded like a name of a writer. If only that friend could see me now. Making it big... writing a blog.Ok so it isn't editorial writing for the New York Times or even Calgary Herald, but, I am proud to say that I have an Ikea tin box full of writing which has been published in one place or another. Heck, I made it in two of Calgarys newspapers last week. Mind you, that was only on the Letters to the Editor page, but one of those letters was the Letter of the Day. I won awards through the Calgary Herald High School Newspaper Awards, had a letter to the editor published in Macleans magazine, the Calgary Herald, and Calgary Sun. Written front page pieces for the Calgary Real Estate News and Lord Beaverbrook Beacon. I have my fair share of published pieces. I have read other peoples blogs, random books from weird authors, and editorials from around the world, and what I have noticed is it takes a super SUPER good writer to actually captivate the audience. I get bored really quickly. Maybe it's obvious as I change topics, colours, lanes, or even straws in my drink. When I read something, I want it to be good. I want it to put me on the edge of my seat and leave me wanting more. I don't want to put it down hoping some bird will come crap on it. For the past couple years I have been toying with the idea of writing a book. I have the laptop, all the paper pads and pens I could ever need. But what I need now, is the idea. Sure I have a couple but after a page or four- I get bored with my own creation. Now, that should only happen when I cook- not write. I have the trauma, the obvious heartbreak, passion, lies, and personal stories. I have experiences that took me to Europe, up a gondola, and down on a bike. But these stories, to me, are only interesting to me. Who would want to read about that? Answer me that. Posted by Bella at 10:51 PM# My city. The lotteried out tight-wads. Sure everyone can drive around in their fancy new SUV's or Beamers, Cadillac's, and Ford 450's. A night on the town is no problem- fancy restaurants, theatre shows, or a night at the high-class bars or clubs.We can have the Alberta premier declare our province debt free, have a record attendance of tourists at the Calgary Stampede, and be given a $100 million gst rebate cheque to the city only to be spent on increasing the tourist attractions. (I have always wanted to know what a rare Hippo looks like at the Zoo...) But when our city needs something, like actually needs something, no one steps up to the plate. Or, people are just too tired to. Or maybe they are lotteried-out. In the early days of spring in our city, we start hearing of lotteries which truly need our help. Sure. STARS Air Ambulance has a lottery and tickets are sold out, no problem. Kinsmen have lotteries, Alberta Children's Hospital, and so many others that it is a bit overwhelming sometimes. The Calgary Police Service has been plugging their HAWC2 Lottery for a couple months now. They have a couple homes, fancy cars, money, and tons of other fun do-dads up for grabs if you buy a ticket. The last day to purchase these tickets is Friday July 30. Last time I heard, they were having problems selling the tickets. After reading an article in the Calgary Herald about the difficulties they were having selling the tickets, I made a heartfelt plea to my dad and his company, Bowen Technology, bought 3 tickets. (Maybe we'll win something this time...) A reporter in the Calgary Sun wrote last week about how he was tired of the cops asking us for money. But he was failing to see the important issues as to why we need to help them out. When you are in danger from some bad guy, would you prefer HAWCS - the police helicopter not to come to your rescue? It's almost like people saying that they will never need STARS air ambulance to help them, so why should they support the cause? I don't see STARS carrying around a list of people who have contributed to their flights financially to know whether or not they should help them while in need. This helicopter is available for EVERYONE. While I agree the Calgary Police Service does rake in a lot of money from Multinova and other money-grabbers, I do also know that if the citizens of our city do not help the police in fundraising for needs like a helicopter, great opportunities to catch the bad guys are gone. The cops are here to help us just as we are here to help them. It's a two-way street. It's too bad that with so little time to spare, the City of Calgary has not stepped up to the plate and donated some money to this helicopter. Oh shoot- I forgot. They have to upgrade the zoo and Heritage Park first. Oops- my bad. Posted by Bella at 3:49 PM# My brother the comedian. When my brothers and I were younger, Ben and I would gang up on Ian. Ian was always the most suspicious and, well, the one who was easiest to blame.Since those days, Ben and I have still sometimes ganged up on Ian and still tried blaming everything and anything on him. Sometimes it works, other times, it doesn't. I do believe that mom and dad are on to our games. Shucks. It was fun watching Ian get in trouble for everything he didn't do. Ian and Ben, 19 year old twins, are two polar opposite brothers. Ben is the more serious of the bunch. He works his ass off to pay for school, bought a p.o.s. truck with his hard earned money from the golf store he worked at, has a girlfriend of about 7 months now, and is an aspiring something (I can't remember the name of his major at school). Ian is a partier. Not a pot head or a drinker. But a guy looking for a good time. He has a girlfriend as well, (almost a year- poor girl), he works part time at a garden store, and has wanted to be a cop since as long as I can remember. We never see Ian much around our house since his woman walked into his life a year ago. I don't know what he has been eating, (or smoking for that matter), but he is one hell of a funny guy. Out of nowhere- he will come up with the oddest things to say or to talk about. We were talking about the "Town Crier" the other day. You know, the dude who reads messages on scrolls? Anyways, Ian thought it was actually a dude who went around town and cried at things. Ok maybe it was only funny to me, one of those had-to-be-there type things. Somehow we also started talking about the Shriners being in a parade in Revelstoke. Automatically Ian thought of the Shriners driving their little "Shriner-mobiles" down the Trans Canada to Revelstoke. Freakin funny that guy. I'm thinking this little post is not going to do my brother justice. But believe you-me, he is one funny guy. Posted by Bella at 9:36 AM# It's not me, it's you. Really. Lately I have found more and more pet peeves I have with humans. I could just be turning into a catty bitch, or, these things could just be society going wrong. I am going more with the me being bitchy one though...Eating with your mouth open. One word. Ew. Back seat driving. I would never ever drive in a way which would endanger any of my passengers. I know everyone has their own driving habits but please don't critique mine. It's your choice to be driving with me. Also, I don't get lost, I know directions really well, I know my way around- please don't point directions. "Me and my friend..." No. It is "my friend and I". Growing up, my parents wouldn't let us continue talking until we corrected our speech. I guess I just caught on and now know how annoying it is. Switching lanes or turning without signaling. If I hit you, you better hope you're deaf so you don't have to hear the cattiness and uber bitchiness which will be coming out of my mouth at you. Inconsiderate. Lazy maybe? For the love of God, use your turn signal. That is why the car manufacturer put it there. Drunkenness. This has always been a peeve of mine. It's just been more annoying lately. Listening to someone slur their words, being extra nice (or mean depending on the person), general rudeness. I don't appreciate it. Singing to a song you just don't know the words to. Yiah. Don't. Unless you are trying to be funny, or you are in a karaoke bar, don't sing bad on purpose. It honest to God makes me want to turn off the radio and sit in silence. Chewing. Ok you hicks. You know what kind of chew this is. And it's growdy. Don't come to me in 10 years saying you can't talk properly because of mouth cancer. You know what I will say? Told you so. Public Displays of Affection. Maybe it is still the mental pictures I have of fellow classmates in high school who practically had sex up against their lockers that turned me right off of this. I am a no PDA person. Sorry. In private, totally different. But not in public. There are just some things which should be saved for the bedroom or the livingroom couch. Not in public. Ok I think that is it for now. I'm sure I'll let you know when something else comes up. And friends, this is not directed at anyone in particular. These are my quams. Please don't take any of these personally. Posted by Bella at 10:49 AM# Look ma- I'm famous! So that last posting I did... I kinda sorta sent it to the Calgary Herald too. And well, they kinda sorta published it in the Letters to the Editor section on Friday.I love being opinionated. And I llllloooooovvvvveeeee being published. Moo wa ha ha ha. (<- evil cackle) Posted by Bella at 10:27 AM# Holy double standards Batman. Back when the Calgary Stampede was going about, the band Sum 41 graced us with their presence on the Coca Cola stage and entertained about 30,000 people. We always get some pretty kick-ass bands during Stampede time. Entertainers like, Sum 41, Nickleback, Default, Nelly Furtado, and more.This year, while Sum 41 was singing, they decided to throw in some choice profanity. Now in any other concert arena, this would have been ok. Have you been to a rock concert at the Saddledome? You hear a lot of profanity. Because the Coca Cola stage is outside, people freaked out. Articles were written in all newspapers, on the news, radio stations. Come on. A little profanity is freaking people out? How about the skanky way young teenage girls are dressing? How about the kids who are smoking at age 10? Oh and who can forget the random acts of nudity that were going on during the Flames race to the cup? Or was that ok? I get so lost in what is suitable and what is not in our society these days. So Sum 41 is never allowed back to the Stampede to sing. But no problem to the girls wearing low rise jeans with their ass crack showing. No problem showing your boobs on the "Red Mile". No problem giving way underage kids smokes. Wow. Posted by Bella at 12:08 PM# Well this might explain a little bit of today already. And for the love of God- it isn't even 10 a.m. Scorpio: (Oct. 24-Nov. 21) Michael Jordan said that you miss 100 percent of the shots you don't take, which is apparently supposed to inspire you to great feats in real-estate sales. Already this morning, I have bickered with two men in my life, been served the wrong drink at T.H.'s this morning (I asked for a chocolate ice cap- not a 2% milk ice cap- ew), had bitchy emails from REALTORS, had demanding phone calls from REALTORS, oh- and my parking spot was taken this morning. Is the day over yet? By the way, what kind of horoscope is that? I am doomed today. Doomed I tell you. Posted by Bella at 9:42 AM# And yes, "because" is an answer. So I have this handy dandy thing I like to call, "Megan's Soap-Box". I like to stand on it and preach my random useless propaganda. Sometimes it works and people agree with me and they cheer and raise me onto a beautiful pedestal, other times- not so much and I get things thrown at me.I have my own opinions. I enjoy certain kinds of music which I enjoy telling others about and listening to, I enjoy certain fashion statements (some not so much), and I believe in morals and beliefs others do not necessarily believe in. This, however, can get me in trouble. I do realize that I have my own beliefs and that no, not everyone believes the same things I do. Fair enough. All I ask for though, is that you give me the time to state my case. And yes, I know not everything I say is right- but again, let me state my case and my own views on it. It is definitely not that I enjoy the sound of my own voice, (because really I think it sounds annoying), I just like having my opinions heard. Is that really that hard to ask for? I am working on having an opinion and sharing it too, but without making it seem like I am holier than thou. It is my new thing to try to quit being so damn judgmental. So if you hear me say something rather judgmental and rude, just smack me. Just watch out though, I am slightly sunburnt. I might smack you back. Posted by Bella at 1:00 PM# No means no, unless it really means no. No1. Used to express refusal, denial, disbelief, emphasis, or disagreement: No, I'm not going. No, you're wrong. Not at all; not by any degree. 2. Often used with the comparative: no better; no more. Not: whether or no. When someone says no, they usually say it for a reason. Whether it be, "No don't touch me there", "No, don't sing because really, unfortunately, you can't", or "No- I just don't want to." There are a whole swag of reasons for saying no, but does anyone ever really listen? Unfortunately not. There is nothing worse than being in a situation where you have to cut someone down, either politely or not politely, by saying this simple two letter word. I have said no many many many times. Probably more than I should, (therefore either making me out to be some sort of Ice Princess, or bitch). When I say yes, I usually get taken advantage of. Sort of like, "Yes, I will drive you somewhere even though it is so totally out of my way", or "Yes, of course you look good in that colour. No, it doesn't look like puke green- that colour is in!", or "Yes, of course I'll pick up the tab. Isn't that what I'm here for?" Somewhere I have to make a serious boundry because I am feeling myself being taken advantage of. Quite frankly- I'm tired of it. So from here on out, no more taking advantage of Megan. God damnit- I will take advantage of you and see how you like that. I will hit you up for cash, I will hit you up for rides everywhere, (actually I probably won't; I don't like anyone else's driving...), and I will tell you if something you're wearing makes you look fat. No more nice Megan. Well, for about an hour. Then of course I'll drive you to get your car from downtown... (two people will understand that) Posted by Bella at 11:53 AM# Cold, heartless, but I would kick their ass. So let's say I crash and burn on the side of the road- ultimately perishing in the wreck. I would in fact like it if someone put some sort of memorial at the site. If anything, just as a reminder to the fellow drivers that there was an accident, sorry nothing is an accident, a collision, at that particular spot.Anywhere in the city that I see these memorials, I do look around for potential hazards. Heck, I might even slow down. The City has banned these tributes/memorials. It is a direct violation of a city ordinance that bans the roadside tributes because they are deemed as distractions to the drivers. City workers have been known to even tear these tributes down. Ok. These tributes aren't billboard size. These memorials are no more distracting than the advertising gack on the side of the road. Anyone notice how many election signs were on the side of the road- and still are there? On the Trans Canada highway driving through BC around Golden, there is a huge billboard with an actual car that was involved in a fatal collision on the side of the road. This billboard has a powerful message attached to it, along with the words "Don't speed". Plain and simple. Yes, this billboard is distracting. But in a good way. Each time I see that car, it gives me chills. If in fact, I do want the city workers to pull down my tribute. I would come back and haunt them. Moo wa ha ha ha... Posted by Bella at 11:47 AM# My Stampede 2004 Experience. On some random ride last night, I said, "I want to be a carnie". I got a smile out of that one."I want to be a hot carnie that doesn't smell like ass." I went to the Stampede grounds last night for a couple hours. After meeting up with some buddies, then tooling around the grounds in search of something to do, I couldn't help noticing how expensive everything was. Maybe I should start with the parking... - Start by cruising down 17th Avenue to find the parking spot. Find the spot and pull in. Practically get bent upside my car by paying for the spot: $15. - Leave my car but worried stiff the entire night - Hit the road and cross McLeod with a bunch of drunks: wicked great first impression of the night to come. - Grand entrance fee to the Calgary Stampede: $11 of my hard earned money. - Meet up with friends inside Round-Up Centre and oogle at all the random cheap, and random expensive knick-knacks: luckily no money spent, no- not even on a cowboy hat. (Sorry James) - Venture out to the food building and become overwhelmed with the over-priced dishes: Find Opa Souvlaki and figure that is the best bet, spend $9.75 on chicken souvlaki and a bottle of water. - Eat food and end up sick: spend good night of the evening standing in line at the ladies washroom. - Venture to the excitement. Find games, rides, and watch people: rides cheap for me- didn't pay for the pass. - Games cheaper for me: didn't play any. - People watching: could have been costly- could have ended in a trip to the hospital with a broken something after accidentally zoning off into space but staring at t large "African-Canadian" girl with a huge booty. (Plus side- she mumbled under her breath about me having a "flat ass", at least it was better than having a ghetto booty like her...) - After walking around in the blistering, sweltering heat of Calgary (yes my American friends- it does get warm here), I need a beverage: $2.75 for a 591 mL bottle of water. Ouch. - Cowboys galore. Cowgirls too. Cost of checking out cowboy with cowgirl girlfriend: evil bitchy glares. Priceless though. - Endure hour long waits to get on the Mansion of Horror or the Haunted Mansion ride: sore feet, burned shoulders, and standing with whiney, complainy, 13-year old girls. - Eat mini-donuts and go on the 'Zipper" ride about 1/2 hour after: end up with gross barfy feeling in stomach after flipping upside down numerous times. Thank God I didn't barf... was wearing new white shoes... - Feeling thirsty, explored different drink choices. End up with an "Orbit" drink which is supposedly comparable to Bubble Tea (whatever that is): $3.75 plus the gross taste left over from sucking (later chewing) pieces of caramelized tapioca through a straw. - Watch the fireworks: Only lasted 7 minutes but they were free so can't complain. - Get stopped by "deaf man looking for donations to feed his family with": purchased Canada maple leaf to "help" his cause- donated $3. - Endured long lineups attempting to leave park to go back to car: cost of seeing my car in one piece, scratch free, in the same place: worth a million bucks. - All in all, eventful evening. Great company, interesting smelling food, endless people watching (gotta love the ladies in stilettos walking around the grounds), and all the cowboys you could handle. - Arrive home in one piece. And I didn't even smell like horse poop. Yahoo! Posted by Bella at 3:48 PM# Taking that sabbatical. In only a couple weeks, I am heading out to Revelstoke for a little R&R. And might I add, some well deserved R&R.When I was younger, before our family went to Revelstoke, I couldn't sleep. I could never sleep. It was exciting. We would take off for the weekend or for weeks. It was great. We got to play the train game. Mom and dad would bring little random McDonalds kids toys for us to keep entertained, and we would listen to bad music in the car. However, it didn't matter, we were going to Revelstoke. If we were lucky it would be stupid hot during the day and end with a kick-ass thunderstorm that would literally shake us out of bed. We would spend days at Williams Lake doing nothing but swimming (and me, flirting with the guys). We would go to Grizzly Plaza at night to see the live bands and other random entertainment while eating an ice cream cone. And we would probably have at least one meal at our house where Mary (she lived across the alley from our house) and Edie (this crazy 97 year old lady who has more energy than me) would come and be entertained by my family. Oh the good times in Revelstoke. Anyways, I am going to spend 5 days and do nothing. Maybe hike Mt. Revelstoke, sleep in til noon, trek around the Enchanted Forest, and check out the bands at Grizzly Plaza. And the best part, no parents. Sure we had fun when we were younger and all together- but this time, this is my little solo holiday. I'll send ya'll postcards. Posted by Bella at 12:33 AM# A little random cuteness for your day. If you are a having a bad day/week/life then just take a look at all the canine cuties and furry feline pussycats. Guaranteed to make you feel happier.Unless you don't like dogs or cats in which case it won't but then you would have been stupid to click on the link in the first place... Posted by Bella at 3:48 PM# I can't stop giggling. Maybe it's the air... maybe it's the... When someone says "Can I Moxie-size your drink for you?"- stop- consider what you are doing and where you are going to be in an hour and then answer.Even better- learn their lingo before you order your drink. That probably would have helped a little more in my situation. Posted by Bella at 2:24 PM# The scariest feeling is of the unknown ahead. Right now I am dealing with a couple of unknowns.Unknowns with my damn body acting up every chance it gets, not knowing where my job is going to take me in the next 3 months, and not knowing what the heck I am taking all these courses for. What the hell is petroleum land surface administration anyways??? Meh?? It would be so much easier if my life was planned out for me. It would be fantastic to be able to go to my book shelf, open up a book to this date, and know what was going to happen tomorrow so I could plan it. Well, at least I could dress for it. I was going to go deeper with this but then I thought I better not as I might get emotional and really- the mascara I use isn't waterproof. Posted by Bella at 10:24 PM# A shameless plug. So after literally months of searching, I finally have two long awaited cds in my hot little stereo.I reported about this band back in June on this feisty little blog. I emailed the webmaster of the Aqualung website asking him where the heck I could get the cd from. Amazon.ca proved to be useless after promising the cd in a few months. HMV and Music World were equally as useless. I was then sent to a nifty British website called www.cd-wow.com. Get this- (and here is the shameless website plug) free delivery worldwide, super super cheap prices, and they send the cd's priority mail so they are here in 5 days. I recieved my cds today, properly packaged, no scratches or dents, and in one piece. Um horray. Anyways, end random plug and back to my normal bickering about life. Posted by Bella at 9:58 PM# Al Qaeda plans large scale attack, again... Don't they plan one every time the Americans have a big day coming up?This time it's in regards to the so called "democratic process" about to take place in November. Like really, is anyone really that scared? They said something was going to happy last September 11. Nothing happened. They also said something was going to happen July 4. What was that? Right- nothing happened either. "We don't have specifics on a time, place or method." Tom Ridge says. Well then why the hell would you publicize it getting your country riled up and only slightly worried? Steve says, "That's like me saying I met a girl, I just don't know who she is, or what she looks like, or whether I'm going to ever meet her." It's almost retarded to believe anything the C.I.A. in the States have to say. Who do they get their "intellegence" from anyways? They almost predict events as accurate as the weathermen in Calgary do. And if you watched the weather reports on any news channel, you would know how seriously to take them. Posted by Bella at 2:02 PM# Doctor says what? Remember when you were younger and your parents told you not to do something? Remember how mad that made you? And remember how you did it anyways?I am the lucky recipient of stellar migraines. Oh baby let me tell you just how much fun those are... About a year or so ago, my doctor informed me that the migraine triggers include the following: Chocolate: Rrrright. Because I am going to give up that goodness for a little pain some funky drugs will fix for me? Yiah. Next! Oh, have I also mentioned that an amazing chocolate fix will do the same for me as sex? Something?s are just easier to find... Citrus fruits: Ya'll know I am not much of a drinker so I do enjoy the half lemonade-half Coke (or Pepsi if it's available!) mix. Lemonade is a citrus fruit. So hot-damn. The occasional lime is also a nice option in the Coke. Now, my doctor wants to take that away from me. Orange juice is also citrus. Why do the Gods hate me so? Peanut Butter: For the past week, I have indulged in a peanut butter sandwich on sesame seed bread followed by two Advil migraine gel-tabs. I just can't give up peanut butter. What else am I going to have for lunch? Annoying stupid people: Well. This one is actually a tried, tested, and true trigger of wickedly bad migraines. It is too bad. I can handle the kick-ass pain of the PB sandwiches, the rich chocolate fondues and chocolate bars, and even the excruciating pain of the citrus fruits- but hold me dear Jesus when an annoying stupid person walks into my office. Now excuse me while I have my PB sandwich for lunch followed by some Smarties. Posted by Bella at 12:01 PM# I am a visible minority. While driving home today from work I came to the realization that yes, I am special. Almost doctor certified in fact.Yes, I signal when I change lanes: Guess what, I even merge correctly too. I know, I know. It's a rarity these days but I do believe I have mastered it. As for stopping before the crosswalk, I still have issues with that- I know. Yes James, I know. When someone does something well, I thank them and appreciate it: I know, it could be easier to just take credit for it myself, but I in fact have to face myself in the mirror each time I go to the washroom or even look in my rear view mirror. I wouldn't be able to look at myself if took credit for something I didn't do. Hm. Maybe someone should think about that one. I have a conscious. If I say thank you, please don't look at me like I am drunk. I don't drink: This is probably the hardest one to grasp. I don't understand why it is so hard to say two simple words. Thank. You. Super easy. Heck- it might even get you a couple extra Airmiles somewhere sometime. If I pay for you in the car behind me in the drive-thru at Tim Horton's, it's not because I am on a religious rant: Am I not allowed to do anything nice for a random person? Wow. The number of times I have been asked if it was some random religious holiday from the ladies at the drive thru window. It is because I am performing a random act of kindness. Yes, I am tooting my own horn. And no, I am not telling you these things to make myself look holier than thou. I was just driving around a little miffled and thought I would share a couple nice things I do. Ok, maybe tooting my horn. But damnit- it is one great big nice horn. Posted by Bella at 9:18 PM# Dear Dude who hit my car. F**k you.You hit my car, leave a beautiful dent on my drivers side door- and don't even leave a note to apologize with your phone number on it? Do you realize what you did is illegal? Yah- it's called a 'hit and run'. Maybe you could go to your local police department and let the nice officers know that you are unsure of what that means. Not only am I pissed at you, but my car is too. I heard Alistair say something about 'accidentally' running you over if he sees you. Now, he's not a big car, but he could kick your ass- I promise. Not only did you leave a crater size dent on my door, but you chipped the paint off and didn't apologize. Now, did I hit your car? Thinking not. So what makes you think you can hit mine? Maybe your car is a P.O.S. and you don't care about it. But when I pay oodles of money to drive a nice car, DENT FREE, I get a little angry. Al gets a little miffled too. You're lucky insurance is paying for this without toying with my premiums. You are SO lucky. Because believe you-me, I would find you, I would run you over, and then back over you. And if this dent came from who I think it did, I know where you live. And I know people who know people who do nasty things. This will not go unforgiven. Signed, A very very bitter Civic driver. Posted by Bella at 9:53 AM# How much does the penguin weigh? Enough to break the ice.Call me. Posted by Bella at 7:47 PM# Oh how he wishes. I don't remember the last time I walked around telling everyone how large my breasts were. And well, I don't walk around telling people how wonderfully crafted my clitoris is. Why should this guy talk about himself like this?I know. He's trying to make us think he has something. Silly insecure men. Tool. Posted by Bella at 9:02 PM# "I like long walks in the dark, eating crab legs dipped in maple syrup, and listening to Johnny Mathis. Call me." Steve has said goodbye to dating sites. I am not going to say goodbye, but I am not going to say hello either. Let me explain.Back a couple years ago, I was randomly surfing WinMx when I came across a good friend (and singer), Brandon Knell. A couple people had the song so I randomly asked two of them where they knew Brandon from. Turned out they knew him from Malibu Club Resort, and Young Life. An instant friendship was formed and for about the past 6 years, I have remained good friends with both Nate and Jeremy. Jeremy I met a couple years later on Summer Staff at Young Life with me. Nate and I still haven't met but continue to talk a lot on good ol' msn. For kicks a couple years ago, I posted a profile on Matchmaker, a Canadian online dating service. Some of the craziest people came out of the woodwork on that one, but one of the nicest guys actually did. And man did I ever rack in from that friendship! Thomas was one of the head marketing guys for Rubbermaid. Friends and I tooled around in the Rubbermaid-Mobile, got free Rubbermaid goodness, and I think mom even got a Rubbermaid cooler out of it. Which, I might add, to this day I try to convince is mine. One day it will be. I know many people who have gone on dating sites and who have actually met their lifelong partner. Some had better luck than others- but those who have actually had successful times, have had the times of their lives. Take Jeff for example. Jeff met Robin on the site. He also met a lady who lived down in the Ozarks in the States. That was interesting hearing about that one. Steve is saying no to online-dating services. I am saying why the heck not? I mean, whatever is your cup of tea man. A couple sketchy things about these sites though. You never know who is real: Is it true. But then again, how do you know who is real in person? I guess if you can carry on an intellectual conversation in writing, that should mean something, right? In writing means you aren't looking for someone completely based on their looks where as in person that is usually the first thing some are attracted to. Alot is said from someone who writes about themselves: If someone has a profile that says "I am unemployed, living in my parents basement, and have four illegitimate children. Wanna meet for a drink?" Oh baby that's hot. That certainly makes me want to pay for some credits to talk to you. Um... next!?! I am a grammar snob like I have said before. If a profile is spelled correctly- yippee! If not, bub-eye. If you are trying to promote yourself, why cheap out and take short-cuts? Why not spend time doing it? They very well could be an axe-murderer: Then where would that get you? That wouldn't be a very nice relationship now would it? There are definite creeps but definite nice guys. Trust me, I know. Anyways, I think I got a little off track and I kind of forgot where I am going with this... To each their own I guess. Some people enjoy the bar scene, some enjoy the workplace, some still date their high school honeys. But for others who enjoy taking a chance on some random people, online dating services are kinda fun. Posted by Bella at 1:47 PM# The finer pleasures in life. Today at 4.15 I am getting a haircut.Now, this isn't just any kind of haircut. This is the haircut. The haircut I booked back in January. The haircut I literally have to save for. Oooh baby I am so excited. When a guy goes for a hairdo, it's Joe Barber down the street and it costs them $13 for the buzz. Now, with a lady, (depending on which lady it is), it could cost them upwards of a couple hundred dollars. I am fully planning on dropping a couple hundred today. Meh. What's the big deal? It's only money... I enjoy the finer things in life. When I buy shoes, I buy expensive shoes. Not only will I have a good guarantee that they just might last a while, they feel great. Oh, and yah- it's about the look too. I enjoy good food, expensive chocolates, good quality clothing, and name brand make-up. I am the kind of girl who shops at the expensive places, drive a good quality vehicle, and I try to make sure I look good when I go out. Now, I am not all about my "image". I am about feeling good about myself. So if that means I am wearing my best clothing, so be it. Even if it means spending stupid amounts of money on my hair- it will be worth it. And this doesn't mean I am high-maintenance. I am sticking to my guns on that one- I am so low-maintenance. Just ask... well... don't... Posted by Bella at 1:13 PM# My brothers must have overheard me talking about how to treat a lady... For a while I was trying to hook my brother Ben up with one of the girls I work with, Ashley. The timing was right and I was playing matchmaker.Ashley came over for dessert on New Years before heading out with me to see Love Actually. Ashley walked into my house, Ben saw her- and since then it has been a whirlwind of llllove! So dreamy. You should see these two. Today is their 6 month anniversary. This is Ben's first real girlfriend so he is pulling out all the moves. Tonite is he is taking her to Cirque du Soliel. Now this is cute. Super cute. WAY too super cute. My brothers have learned somehow and somewhere- how to treat a lady. Ian is good with his lady friend too. They have been together for 9 months I believe. My brothers bring flowers to their ladies, treat them to a night on the town, buy them beautiful expensive jewellery and just treat them like princesses. I am super proud of my brothers. Go team Ben and Ian! Posted by Bella at 11:52 AM# |
