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You know who you are. I just wanted to take a second and tell you how much I appreciate you. You have been the invisible inspiration I have needed for a while.My endless gratitude is extended to you. Posted by Bella at 11:26 PM# Cautious Cowboy. Ok so the title was a good idea on the way home. But now that I have this darn computer in front of me, do you think I have any idea what to write about?Bah. I'll get back to you on that one... Posted by Bella at 10:36 PM# GOlf Canucks GOlf. Ok. Now, why you gotta be like that? They never did anything to you, if anything they made it so YOUR team got into the playoffs for a little longer. Oh but don�t worry -- your team's time is running out. Quickly. And you know who you are.It has amazed me over the past couple weeks how many diehard Canuck fans there are out there (and not just in Vancouver). Although we are slightly disappointed over our team's loss, we are proud and still hold our heads up high. It was great practice for next year. And as for you Flames fans who have obviously jumped on the bandwagon just as the Flames hit the playoffs, if I receive anymore threats -- it will be brought. Oh yes -- I know people who know people who do things. So watch out -- you know who you are and I am not afraid to utilize my people. Posted by Bella at 10:37 PM# Take that Mr. Music-Man. If it wasn�t for the fact I was illegally downloading music, I never would have found Mr. Joseph Arthur, one of THE most talented singer/songwriters out there. I would stick him in the same boat of comparison as Mr. Dave Matthews.I was randomly downloading some music a few weeks ago and came across a song called "Honey and the Moon". Now I was curious because I didn't understand why those two went hand in hand. Since then, it has been a rapid love affair with this song. Ok so maybe I am kinda weird in saying that but when you find a song with a catchy tune, a delightful story, and a beautiful voice, don't you want more? Exactly my good friends, so I purchased the CD. Then today, I purchased an earlier CD of his. Back a few months ago while searching randomly and aimlessly on MSN, I found a singer by the name of Josh Groban. Loved his music video, had Steve purchase it for me, and I have been a fan of him ever since, even to the extent of purchasing three tickets to his upcoming concert in Calgary. Oh yah- that's right. I am seeing Josh in concert. Another artist who would not have been found if it wasn't for me illegally downloading music. Moral of my story: I downloaded music illegally (supposedly) but ended up purchasing not one, but two of Joseph's CDs, and am going to see Josh live in concert, therefore supporting these artists more than I would have if I didn�t download their music. Ahha- case and point. Posted by Bella at 9:11 PM# Wisely Selective. So apparently I am a little high maintenance. Really though, this was never something I was unaware of. Fussy maybe?As Steve says, "Like, how DeBeers is 'fussy' about diamonds, or I'm 'fussy' about computers." Good point. So should I try to explain myself? I don't even know where to begin. I try to be low-maintenance but seeing how I only have one hand to type with, only my left hand to write with, and well- can't even scoop ice cream myself (thanks CJ), I might actually be slightly difficult right now. I have always tried to be that sweet, innocent, low-maintenece kind of gal that all that guys want to bring home to their parents. That really is the ideal girl, isn't it? Or, what is the "ideal girl? Does "she" have a larger chest? Tiny waist? Cute ass? Oil of Olay type complexion? OR- does she have a great personality, nice smile (thanks to mom and dad for paying for the orthodontist!!), comfortable size chest, hips, and ass- and is just generally fun to be around? When I think of this for myself, I also wonder what I am looking for. Obviously I am not looking for a guy with a nice rack- that would be weird. I am not looking for a cute ass, tiny waist, or whatever else those 'supermodel' type guys come with. Give me a genuine smile (which is like icing on a birthday cake in my opinion), a dazzling personality (which can make me weak in the knees), a little time and affection, and I am yours. Pretty easy I think. Oh, and it doesn't hurt if you don't mind scooping my ice cream for me. Ok, maybe feeding it to me too. Posted by Bella at 11:18 AM# Do I look like 'bandwagon' material? Answer is no.Ok ok, so the Flames won. Big whoop. This just means my gool ol' Canucks boys can go partake in the greenery at Point Gray Golf Course. No biggie. There is always next year, right? So now the question is- Will I be jumping on the Flames bandwagon? And my answer to that udderly ridiculous question- no, no I will not. I will be cheering on my Canuckles on the course. They still need a little encouragement. Damn Flames. Posted by Bella at 1:42 PM# Just a warning... Today I am a donkey on the edge. I don't know what it is.Maybe it is the fact I can't ttype properly (<- case and point!), or can't dress myself, can't wash my OWN hair, or can't hold the damn mouse. Whatever it is, it is making me cranky. So this is the warning. Watch out. (Unless you have chocolate or a sweet massage oil or tickets to the hockey game in Vancouver tonite which you WANT to share with me). Posted by Bella at 12:27 PM# I'll take two. When I need a little sumthin' sumthin', I head over to my local Joey Tomatoes for something I like to call an orgasm on a plate.Rich chocolate cake with an almost molten lava chocolaty goodness oozing out the middle. You can�t have more than one; you might need a cigarette after the first one- a whole carton if you have two. In any case- if anyone wants an orgasm, give me a call. Posted by Bella at 3:54 PM# I broke a nail. I guess I wanted to feel special for a day and have all attention on me but man- could it have been anymore inconvenient?Walking in to work yesterday, I took a sweet bail down 15 stairs and landed quite gracefully on my face. Oh yah, it was hot. After a little humming and hawing, I went to the hospital. Daddy took me actually, (I was daddy�s girl for the day!). We hung out in the emergency room for about 6 hours as the doctor (notice how the word 'doctor' was singular?) went through patient after patient before finally coming to me. He gave me a quick examine and told me I would need an xray. Bah. Wearing my light blue smock, I made my way through the halls of the Peter Lougheed Hospital. I ended up in the food court, lost, en route to the xrays. And once I found my xray lab and had the snapshots, I made my way back to the emergency ward. Do you think I could find it? Ha. No. Horray for random hot doctors who roam the hall looking only to help. So I ended up with my right arm in a cast. Apparently I broke my wrist in 2 places, sprained an ankle, and broke a nail. So if I seem needy, unable to do things, or frustrated- please lend a hand and help me out of the shirt I am wearing. Posted by Bella at 2:35 PM# Just one thing... GO CANUCKS GO!!Posted by Bella at 5:21 PM# A definite 'look at me now' moment. Back in my previous posts, I thanked those who didn't think anything of me in grade school.Yesterday at the mall, I decided to be daring and try on a pair of pants. I have needed a new pair of jeans for a while now but decided yesterday the price was right. I tried them on and came out of the dressing room to examine my back end in the mirror. I then hear, "Those look really good on you". Not really noticing anyone at first, I turned around and noticed Jeff Roth checking out my ass. (For those of you who don't know Mr. Roth, he was one of the kids who taunted me the most in school). "Actually, you look hot". I had always had a crush on him in school. He was the captain of all the sports teams, the girls loved him, and he was popular. Of course, he never noticed me. Until yesterday. I thought almost nothing of it when he first said it to me. I went back into the change room and tried on a different pair of jeans and heard the back section talking again. "Those look hotter than the first ones". I turned around, red in the face now, and replied "thank you". I walked back into the change room and had a grin like no ones business. He had no idea who I was. Ha. I loved that. I was the girl he made fun of and now I look hot? Whoa- back up the bus. So I grew boobs, have some hips, my hair is trendy and I had some mascara on- but hot? Nice. After coming back out of my change room I decided if I look hot in these, I am purchasing them. At the cashier, Jeff came up to me again and asked me which ones I was getting. I told him, "the first pair". He said, "the second pair looked better". C'est la vie. Continuing on with my day, I ended up at Joey Tomatoes with a friend later in the afternoon. After ordering drinks and our food, I was relaying this story when I look over to the door and see Jeff Roth standing there looking at me. Laughing momentarily, I see the manager walking over to our table. "The gentlemen who saw you at Urban Trade wanted to say hi and that you also looked really hot. I hope this doesn't make it awkward". Ha. Still with the biggest smirk on my face, I thanked the manager and went about my business drinking my half coke half lemonade. The fact I was noticed was exciting. The fact I was noticed twice was exhilarating. Thanks Jeff. Too bad you made fun of me in school eh? Posted by Bella at 4:52 PM# My team. I love how hyped the city gets once it has a winning sports team. People are hooting and hollaring out their windows in their car, drunks all ove the place at sports bars, front page news on all publications and first story on the 6pm news.I drove around to almost everywhere in Calgary who might sell car flags and I couldn't find one. Well, there were a lot... but they were all of the Calgary Flames. Who are they? It's clearly the Vancouver Canucks year. Clearly. I ended up purchasing a license plate cover for Alistair with the Canucks logo and name all over it. Call me a dork, but secretly deep down I know- I am the coolest person driving around. Hi. Canucks. Not Flames. That is all. Posted by Bella at 4:48 PM# I had this theory. Saturn cars were driven by teachers or lesbians. Or both. This theory proved to be quite true until recently.In the past little while, I have come into contact with various people who a) drive Saturns and are men (and not gay), b) are not teachers but drive Saturns, and c) are not lesbians and drive Saturns. So, my theory has been shot down out of the sky. A rather depressing day I must say. Back to the ol' theory drawing board. Posted by Bella at 1:35 PM# Consequences of shopping at 8 a.m. This morning was a morning like none other. I had a craving for a Starbucks beverage.After picking up my faithful co-pilot, Chris, we rushed to the closest empire I could find. How pleasant that it was my old place of employment. I am not one for Starbucks anymore. After witnessing first hand the kind of "evil-empire" (as I like to call it) it actually is, I have found other watering-holes such as Second Cup and Timmy's. But they can't make the drink I enjoy. My Grande non-fat extra hot Irish Cream steamed milk is always steamed to perfection with that simple taste of Irish Cream. This morning though, something else caught my eye in the caf�. It was not a drink, nor was it a delectable delight in the display case. It was a soft pink travel mug. As simple as that, it was mine and my drink was ready to be drunk. Call it impulse buying, call it "it's hardly 8am and I have too much power with the money in my wallet", call it whatever you would like. I now have a pink travel mug. It put a smile on my face which has been there all day. That and well, something else but we won't get into that. Posted by Bella at 2:42 PM# Still Canadian... and always will be. All-American doughnutCalgary Herald April 4, 2004 Re: "Tim Horton, at least, spells his name right," Don Braid, Opinion, April 1. Don Braid is incorrect in stating that Tim Hortons is Canadian. Tim Hortons is owned by the American fast-food giant Wendy's International Inc. So, for all of you who think that you're supporting a Canadian-owned business by standing in long lines at Tim Hortons, you're actually waiting in line to support an American one instead. Andrea Marchand Calgary There is nothing worse than reading letters to the editor by people who have NO idea what they are talking about. FYI Ms Andrea Marchand, Tim Hortons originated in CANADA in 1964. Their 300th store opened in Calgary in 1987. In 1995, Tim Hortons merged with Wendy's International, Inc. While Tim Hortons continues to operate as a separate entity, the merger provided a new focus for the expansion of the Tim Hortons concept in the United States. The Canadian operation is 95% franchise owned and operated. In October of 1999, the very first Tim Hortons store re-opened after renovations, unveiling a special plaque and signage commemorating the historic site. Ottawa Street in Hamilton, Ontario is honorarily renamed �Tim Hortons Way�. Now really, would Americans name a street after a doughnut chain? Thinking not. Tim Hortons IS Canadian through and through. Posted by Bella at 6:39 PM# I didn't want it there. Before I had purchased Alistair, I had read through a bunch of car guides for new car buyers. Two of the things they highly recommended in this book were to write a third set of keys into the contract (as they are super pricey if you have to go to your local key cutter to get a new pair) and make sure the dealership has no stickers or license plate advertising on your car.What happened? I had both. Oops. I had the T&T Honda sticker on my cars rear end for numerous years now. Before Christmas, I put a sticker over it which said, "I love big dumps". Today- they both came off. I felt like my car needed something. Something more than it offers. Therefore- I cleaned it. Novel idea I thought until I saw the clouds forming into something which looked like it was going to offer some rain. Just in time, thanks Mother Nature. I no longer have dealership propaganda on my vehicle and I must say, I have never been happier. Alistair looks much better too. Signs I need a life, my car has more posts about him than any other topic. Wow. Posted by Bella at 6:32 PM# Illconsidered foreign adventure. In another selfless act, once again- I give the offical shake of my head to the sick thugs in Iraq and the States.I was horrified and disgusted to read on CNN of the mob which took over 4 innocent Americans in Fallujah. The images were familiar and horrifying. A frenzied mob dragged the burned bodies of four U.S. contractors through the streets and hung two of the corpes from a bridge over the Euphrates Rover. These contractors were not there as warriors, but as defenders of food shipments for this population. This barbaric treatment of the corpes runs counter to Islamic law. So why did they do it? This is not the first time this happened. In 1993 in Somalia, thugs dragged bodies of fallen U.S. Rangers through the dusty streets of Mogadushu- creating a media spectatcle just as the one in Fallujah did. The Americans have chosen to respond to these killings "at the time and place of our choosing". How about this- Americans leave Iraq. Officially. Leave. No more. Done. Ka-put. Maybe then this wouldn't happen. Or is this mission to Iraq a plot to make sure everyone knows how mighty and powerful the Americans are. No one doubts that- proof is everywhere. Krispy Creme opened a doughnut chain in Calgary this week. Wal-Mart on every street corner. McDonalds is everywhere, Burger King, American companies even invade the towers in our downtown core. We are being over-run with American propaganda. But how many more of these gruesome deaths must happen in order for the American troops to leave? What good have they done? More innocent people have died than the ones who supposidly the 'bad guys'. It's pretty obvious who the actual thugs are. Posted by Bella at 2:08 PM# Fund your local womens shelter. Watch porn. Curious, I went to google.ca and typed �porn� as the search criteria. In 0.10 seconds, 79,900,000 results came back.I then typed in �sex� as the search criteria. In 0.18 seconds, over 242,000,000 came up. Whoa. In a sex-crazed society, I was shocked and dumbfounded to read a quote in the Calgary Herald on the editorial page this week. This was the quote. �It gives us a better look. We�re not all dirty, skuzzy men with trench coats�. In small print at the bottom of the quote was this, Mike Kenward, manager of a Winnipeg adult video store, on a proposal to tax porn and use the proceeds for women�s shelters. Automatically, in my head I thought this was horrible. �I am going to beat you now, but its ok- because after, I am going to look at some porn which has been taxed and by the way- all money generated from the tax is going towards the womens shelter. So its all good.� I have seen my share of porn flicks. Most of them are too funny to be considered porn, but others are pretty disgusting and rightfully earn their title as �hardcore porn�. To think that if I rented a flick, the money which is added on as a tax- going to a womens shelter- makes my left eye twitch just a little. Could you imagine needing to go to a shelter and knowing it was funded by our society looking at porn? Something is slightly wrong there I think. If anything, the men who abuse their wives or girlfriends, should be subject to some sort of service where ALL the money goes to the womens shelter. Not porn. Just one more thing which makes society seem just a little more whacked each day. Posted by Bella at 1:42 PM# |
