Excuse the "MUSHY" post...

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Hummm Red. Good to know....

Your Lucky Underwear Is Red

You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself. You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed. When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world. So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!

What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

Etiquette When you are NO longer a Singleton

What is the etiquette when it comes to the transition of singledom to coupledom or non-singledom?

I mean take it as it is, singles are generally always 'seeking'. (heck even some ppl who are in a couple are still seeking - but that is another post) Even those singledoms that say they are 'happy and content' in their singledom still have it in the back of their minds so really they would be in a state of 'happy denial' as far as I can see. It ranges from this feeling to feelings of severe crippling neuroses and low self confidence and the never ending questions of whether it is the fault of one's self or whether it is the lack of quality in those available in the opposite sex.

THUS! I ask, when one experiences these insecurities in the 'singledom world' and then by some luck of the draw - or the horseshoe up the ass - they find a significant other or potential significant other .... What is the etiquette? By this, I mean the etiquette in treating those others who have not crossed into the 'other world of coupledom'. An educated soul would quote the anonymous saying of "Tread softly ... blah blah blah" I forget the whole saying actually (hence Im not that educated?), but you get the point.

Soz I was talkin to my newly-found-a-guy-cuz-I-got-a-horseshoe-up-my-ass gf. She laughs off her pokes.
"now dont forget to stay single ok? hehe"
"oh lookie me I got me lota men! haha"
poke poke jab jab. Har har. Bleed bleed. Yes I do laugh it off and call her the biatch of all biatches- no, not for finding a guy - I'm happy about that - but I call her a biatch for her insensitive Jabs! INSENSITIVE I SAY!..... but not sooo long ago she was in the same singledom world herself wailing things like
"Sigh, its so bad, where we gona find men... where? where are they?!"
"Gah, I hate it when my cousins who are married talk about their kids or husbands then turn to me and ask me about having a bf yet" etc etc.
Ah but how quickly she forgets! Maybe penises are memory-erasers? I dunno.

So I gave her the etiquette rules (and elaborated on some here):
1) No more bitchin from you! about singleness - that is reserved for me and me only! If you try to complain about men then it wont work - I see through your false attempts - the emptiness behind the words (ie. dont try to be "one with the single gals" - cuz ya aint! - you are sooo excluded and shunned from the club! hehe and this is such a desirable club to be in :p)
2) No rubbing it in (see statements above) - its not funny! - dont forget where you came from! And yes, I joke but I do bleed, especially if you catch me in one of my fragile moments.... then I go KABOOM too! And I know how comfy you feel when that happens! hehe
3) Dont be picky with the guy (you are with). For example: 5'9 (in height that is! Dirty ppl!) is good, dont wish for 6'2! (Its almost like saying to a starving person: "what? I got white bread instead of whole wheat??!AAAhh I dunno know if I want it." Food is food people! Just eat it! .... ahem...anyways....)
4) NO more perverted-ness-es! You were single and horny so you made alot of jokes: "All I need is .... to fertilize my eggs!" You cant be perverted anymore I dont wanta hear it! So stop wailing it in my ear! "cock cock cock!" sheesh! You got it now, so STFU! I mean that in a nice way :) (not that I needed to hear all that before anyways - however, I think this rule is only reserved for this particular gf I am talking about ;p)
And last but not least:
5) I dont wanta hear about your sexual exploits with the man!!!! The visuals in my head would be etched on my brain and would definitely scar me for life and maybe then I would definitely stay single forever!!!
Oh and I think there is a "chicks for dicks" rule here somewhere but .... I couldnt find the blog I found this term from...grrr

Well there.... I got that off my chest! whew! I realize this may all be a little premature - given that this friend has just gone out on a couple of wonderful dates with the guy.... but it needed to be said... since the INSENITIVITY has already begun! OUCH!

And to newly-found-a-guy-cuz-I-got-a-horseshoe-up-my-ass gf:

Memorize the above! I will call you on them when they happen! (ie. "what did you say? Did you not learn rule #2??!)
And when all is said and done and when things work out for the best, which I hope, Im happy for ya gal! (as long as you dont piss me off with your insensitivity :p) You definitely deserve a great guy cuz you are a great gal (Of course - only because you are friends with me - the great one hehe- Though in my opinion I deserve a great guy more than you ... this IS my blog isnt it? I can say what I want! hehe)
But all I'm saying is to just try walking on a little more egg shells ok? You know how it is. :)

Motivational Posters

Make your own motivational poster on this site.... which I found from here.

Update

So today was my first day working at my own part time clinic. Working with new GPs and new secretaries.
One word.
ICK
Wait, is that a word?
Well there are 3 docs in this semi big office and I think they have been there since hummmm before I was born. Leme tell ya that is a loooong time ago.
How can I tell they have been there that long?
Maybe its the fact that once I step into the office it looks like one of those old photos that I would see my dad in during the late 60s early 70s. Old deco. And maybe its also the fact that I think these docs are pack-rats - GAH - things are piled up everywhere! Even the dust bunnies! Office of 3 men docs go figure its filthy! Dont think they cleaned since the 70s.

I miss my old clinic. I glanced at the vacant building from across the street. Sigh.

Oh ... where was I.....
yes..... as I mentioned not so long ago, my patient wanted to set me up with some guy she met at the local pharmacy near my clinic.
So today I sauntered off to the pharmacy to "check him out" like my patient soooo adamantly told me to do. I walked in and saw the back of some tall, lean, 'same nationality' guy. "Yep thats him" I thought. But I should at least get the most outa this right? You know, take a good look at him, see how helpful he really is, confirm his name - get to know him a little better.

So I head towards the aisle I was looking for to buy some ... Latex....
Gloves. For my clinic.

Humm vinyl are better, but they dont have my size. I go up to him and ask him if they have this particular one in my size. Blah blah blah. He actually seems soooo nice and helpful he immediately...Whips Out His....
Pen. To write down the order..... Size small, vinyl exam gloves......
Anyhow after some Ummms and Ahhhhs contemplating my choices, I tell him its ok and that I will just get the latex gloves. Yadda yadda yadda thank you, no problem, and he is about to walk off. I turn around as he passes. "Oh and by the way, whats your name?"
"Oh its Nathaniel"
"Ok thank you"
I turn the corner and disappear out of that aisle.

Not bad looking, kinda young, stock boy, and I think the chances of him being hetro are 75-80% ?
Well I did it. Got the info I needed. I'm kinda flattered that my patient thinks I'm "just as nice as him". But thats about it. No go. Like I thought.
Least it made my day a little interesting. Sad, I know.

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Other sad news. Actually its not new. I knew it all along about myself but a couple things that happened in the past week have confirmed it. Again.

I am totally inept at flirting.

Last weekend I had my hair cut. "Please keep it long and put step layers. " My hair is normally straight so blowdrying it with a round brush ..... well anyways.... layers gives it more shape.
She did this:

(sorry about the grainyness)

I never had this much curl before. What a difference it can make though. I was driving home and I stopped at a stoplight. I turned to get something out of my purse in the passenger seat. I glanced up and noticed that beside me was this yuppie-ish man looking at me from his SUV next to my car. He smiles, then waves, then smiles. I smile, I wave back. He points to me then motions that Italian gesture where they kiss the tips of their fingers and burst them out as if to say "bellisma!"Or I think that is what it means (no no Im sure it wasnt that back flip of the hand under the chin motion hehe) So what do I do? I laugh and smile bashfully and go back to fishing for that thing I was looking for in my purse. Yes. I went back to being interested in my purse?!? ugh.

The other thing that happened was on the subway today. I was sitting beside and across this good looking gentlemen. I'd guess maybe he was my age or 2 years younger max. Dressed good for work but casual. Maybe this is just me... but do you ever feel when someone is LOOKING at you? Well after avoiding looking back at him, I fixed my eyes on the ever so interesting floor infront of him. He finished his Timmys coffee and started playing with the sipping tab of the coffee lid.... (at first I didnt notice) then .....Click Click.... Whatever, I thought...... click click.... I look at his shoes..... Click Click Click.... Hummm my eyes glanced at his cup on his lap..... Click Click Click Click Click!!!...... What the?! I glanced up at him and he was looking at me. He smiles at me....click click.....and smiles again. I broke out in a smile and a little chuckle at his sillyness. He chuckles too. I guess he caught my eye. But, as quickly as that moment came it went. Cause I looked away again. Then he left to get off at Eglington station. Gah! ever have those tiny moments?

Anyways, my point is sometimes I think I could have done more, or said more. Like those times where you do a double-take on someone and you know they did the same to you, then your eyes meet, yet in my case I can never follow it through, I always look away. But Im a chicken, or simply shy.... or as I mentioned totally inept at, oh nevermind. Sad sad sad.

Same ol' same ol'

So crazy past few weeks.
Changed my full time job place. Same job though. Same type of people. So far that is....havent come across any ahem... high risk patients from the shoot-em-up clinic downstairs yet.
Thus this means same patient stories.....

71 yr old man comes in today. Small talk ensues as usual.
He asks if I have a boyfriend. Sheesh! Ok Ok I guess I will just have to get used to this question. No avoiding it. Though, I am pretty sure he would not have asked the 69 yr old lady that just retired the same question...
Anyhoo... This time I say "Um... well..... maybe....." Thats it. Dont commit to an answer. If I say no then he will keep buggin me "Do you have a bf yet?" Then if I say yes who knows what other questions will come up... marriage... babies...etc.
So he responds "Well dont you and your bf get serious... it would make us all disappointed."
Ok - I'm not going to attempt to analyze this response.
Though he went on to say "Dont ever get married. That is the worse thing you can do"
Hummm you have an unhappy marriage sir?........ counsellors are that way-->
"Oh really why do you say that?" I ask couriously amused.
"Well, here in north america the divorce rate is so high. I look at it this way..... say 50 % of us are married and 50% of us are not married. Then among the 50% who are married, 50% of them live very very miserable lives and are very unhappy. That means there are really only 25% of the population here that are happily married. Thats pretty low. So dont get married."

"Ah I see.... Gotcha! Great then, I'm ahead of the game huh?"

The grass is always greener........