Wednesday, September 20, 2006

It's High Noon at the O-K Corral

Well yesterday was a good day because my real estate agent told me that she thinks my condo is worth $30,000 more than the other realtor said. So that means that, if I let the ex buy me out, I will get $15,000 more than before (half the equity). I also went and bought some climbing shoes so I can be on my way to become an expert rock climber! These shoes are on crack. I usually wear size 8.5 women's shoes but I ended up with size 5.5 shoe! My feet have never looked so dainty! My friend ended up with size 3 shoes. Crazy stuff!

So I read this the other day and was so damn proud of Madrid. Seriously banning underweight models! Right on! I am by no means fat (I actually think I am in good shape) but I'm no waif but sometimes, I feel myself wishing I was skinnier. Than I smack myself in the head and wake up. I am in the normal range for BMI but I think it's all the subconscious messages that are being sent to me via my weekly peruse with US weekly (looking at Nicole Richie's and other such starlets skinny asses) and through Cosmo.

Seriously people, bones are not hot. Could you imagine if you were "intimate" with one of those skinny-ass models/celebrities. You would get bruised hips, you'd break her bones and afterwards, she'd probably want to go throw up the $75 a plate dinner you just bought her (which she proceeded to pick at the lettuce and shift the chicken around the plate so it looked like she ate some). The world these days! But atleast they are taking a step in the right direction.

I am really sorry that Cathy Gould, of New York's Elite modeling agency thinks that the "fashion industry was being used as a scapegoat for illnesses like anorexia and bulimia" but seriously, we aren't stupid, we know that there when young girls stop eating it's because of their heroin-induced asses and not because God told them to. And don't even get me started on the "plus-sized" models on America's Next Top Model. They aren't plus-sized, they are normal! Get glasses!

This rant was brought to you by Cowtown Gal and the letter C.

Monday, September 18, 2006

It's my Party and I'll Drink Rye if I want to!

Seriously, I threw the most epic of birthday party's this weekend and there was a sweet turn out. Nevermind that people probably came out because they all think that I should be suicidal because of my recent break up (which, incidentally, I am definitely not). But I was glad to have em!

Friday - We went out to this small pub in my area of Cowtown and drank ourselves silly. I was very impressed as I filled up half of the pub with my friends. The creepy waiter (think campire - a campy vampire) was like "Oh my gawd!" He couldn't handle all the peeps. I also got a happy birthday wish (from my friend calling me on my cell phone) from who I thought was Ryan Seacrest. He turned out to not actually be Ryan Seacrest but a look-a-like. My friend thought she was pretty funny tricking me like that. We then moved on to another pub and I managed to get so drunk that me and my buddy were singing Bryan Adams songs at the top of our lungs. This guy seriously knows every one of his songs off by heart. It's funny.

Saturday - After waking up with a wicked hangover, me and a couple friends went for breakfast. I love Humpty's because they will give you perogies (a Ukrainian potato dumpling) instead of hashbrowns (which I hate).

Then I went on to play laser tag. I went to the laser tag place, only to find out that they had booked me in for the following Saturday, and not the current one. I was pretty pissed considering I had 18 people showing up. What if we had been 18 six year old kids instead of mature twenty-somethings? This guy is like "Uhhh do you want to keep your booking next weekend?" and eventually "Do you want some free vouchers?" I'm like no....I want to play frickin' laser tag here, right now. I ended up forcing him to phone the laser tag place down the road and getting me to book in there. We then proceeded to rustle everyone up and play a game of laser tag. And seriously, as stupid as laser tag sounds, it was soooo much fun. This place was crazy! It had all sorts of tunnels and ramps and there were 2 floors. They had windows on the 2nd floor that you could pop out of and shoot people. The best part is that there were like 20 kids under 6 playing with us. Call me cheap, but man they were walking cute little targets. My sister's boyfriend (who by the way is the best laser-tagger ever) would send the kids out in front of him, using them as a human shield, and then would kill off all of the other team. We then went out for a quick lunch with the worst service ever. I guess people aren't equipped for my posse!

Then Saturday night, me, my sister and my two friends went to the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. It was really cool. They had the sweetest light show going on and they sounded so good live. One complaint though, they didn't play "Under the Bridge". Oh well, I got to hear it last time they were in town. My friend's boyfriend was quite drunk as he drank 6 beers before we even got to our seats! We then went out to a bar and did some dancing. It was really weird being at the bar though. I was thinking "Wow, I could make out with that guy if I was so inclined." It has been 2 and a half years since I have been able to do that. Kind of surreal.

Sunday - I went for breakfast again with some friends and then out for supper with my family at a wicked Thai restaurant called "Thai Chili Club House". They have the best sea bass ever. I felt bad for my dad though, because he is on this medical diet where he can't eat peanuts and that equals bad news at a Thai restaurant. And the Sunday night I went rock climbing with a friend. We took a beginners course. I have taken like 4 beginners courses in my time, but always forget how to tie the knot. It was a good course though and I made a new hippy friend, whom I am going climbing with tonight. Should be fun. Hopefully my arms don't fall off!

Friday, September 15, 2006

The Weekend AT LAST!!!!

Well it is finally here, my birthday weekend (well I don't technically turn 25 until Monday but Monday is a boring day to celebrate a birthday). This week was pretty laid-back. I spent alot of time (actually way too much) doing schoolwork. I had appointments with house appraisors and the bank. Good times.

I forgot to post on my experience at the corn maze because I returned home after being in the maze, only to be broken up with (sue me....my mind was elsewhere). Anyways, it was a really good time. We got lost because me and the other blonde were leading the way. Everytime we got lost, we looked for my friends husband (who is 6'8) because you could always see him sticking out of the corn. We split up in teams and my team got so bored that we quit half way through and didn't do the 2nd half of the maze. Instead we bought fudgesicles and checked out the farmers.


(I am the farmer driving the tractor. I wish I was the one manhandling the pig!)

After our day out at the farm, we headed out on the town. Me and a friend drank martinis using my married friend's martini shaker that she has not yet cracked open since her wedding (2 years ago). That just proves she is married and that also is a damn shame. We proceeded to drink a whole bottle of vodka and then headed out on the town. I have no idea why but when you go out in my home town, the place to go before 11 is the strippers. So here is a picture of me at the strippers with my other friend (sorry you don't get to actually see any strippers but you can imagine they are dancing in front of us as the pic was taken).


We then went out dancing and I think that my friend's friends (which are a married couple) might have been interested in propositioning me for a threesome. They were both overly nice to me and when I asked my friend if they are just creepy or harmless, she told me that the wife usually ropes the girls and brings em home to pappa with that couple. I was like.....oh...ummm...okay. Well I danced up a storm and ran into my only gay friend. It was nice to see him again!

But this next weekend (my birthday weekend) should be alot of fun.

On tap:

Friday: Going out for drinks for my birthday. A bunch of peeps from work and soccer are coming and a few friends from home.

Saturday: Playing Laser Tag (trust me it was fun to plan a birthday party package at Laser Quest when they are like "And how old is the birthday person turning?" and I'm like "Uhhhh....25.") and out for lunch with the crew. A bunch of friends are coming from the town where I went to university and also the town where I grew up. Then last but not least, I am going to the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert! So excited. And the ex, being the nice person that he is, he gave his ticket up and I am now bringing my sister. I don't blame him because we would've been going with one of my best friends and she can give a mean evil stare! I feel bad for him though, because he is obsessed about the Chili Peppers! Well he should've thought about that before he dumped my ass! Just kidding, no hard feelings!

Sunday: Gong out for a birthday dinner with the famdamily to a Thai restaurant. Very excited about it because we are going to the best restaurant. And then I am taking a beginner indoor climbing course. I am so excited about it because it is my first new activity that I am doing now that I have freed up some time sans boyfriend.

I will definitely post and will show some good pics!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Trying to Find the O-K Corral

So things are now in perspective for me. I am not 100% okay and I will not be for a while. But I am definitely on a break from men. I am trying to force myself to stay single, and find myself, as a result, in the next 6 months. Don't get me wrong, if I see a cute boy and I want to smooch him, I may just partake but I feel as though I have to figure out who I am before sharing that with someone else. I have seriously been that girl who always has a boyfriend. I want to try out single for a while. I think it could be fun. No perma-Saturday night dates, no making sure he is okay with your friends, no more just looking at the menu without sampling, etc.

The perfect man is out there for me and I plan on finding him, but in the meanwhile, I want to have some fun. There are two people whom I thought were him in my life, but they turned out to not be him. He is apparently hiding somewhere in the haunted house that is my life, and he will probably jump out and scare the crap out of me, when I least expect him to.

In the future, here are the qualities I would like to find in my future man:

1. Has to be attractive to me - He does not have to be the perfect Hollywood guy, but I have to be attracted to him.....duh!
2. Has to have a good heart - He has to basically have the capacity to love me and not too fast
3. Has to like the outdoors - I love camping, hiking and other such sports and I would like to share that with someone because I will be doing it regardless
4. Has to have a good sense of humor - Seriously, when a guy talks to me for the first time, it can knock him from a 7 to a 10 or from a 10 to a 6 depending on what comes out of his mouth and how much he makes me laugh
5. Has to be ambitious - If he is my age, he cannot be at the point in his life where he is ready to coast because there is lots more to accomplish (please note that ambition doesn't necessarily=money, but rather a want to enrich his life)
6. Has to be able to disagree with me - something I learnt from this last relationship is that fights are inevitable but if you ignore your issues than they snowball
7. Has to be silly and slightly strange - I like to have fun and sometimes I can get downright silly, he has to keep up!

Well, I spoke to the ex last night and he sounded like he may be slightly regretting his decision. He didn't say for sure but it seemed that way. But I don't think that changes anything. I think that him saying those things to me motivated me to look at our relationship and come to my own conclusion that we were not good together. But how do I know that there is something better out there or that I will not regret this many years down the road?

Saturday, September 09, 2006

When the World Turns Around and Bites you In the Ass

Well, I haven't written in the last week because I was getting perspective on what happened last weekend. I went to my hometown to go in the Corn Maze and when I returned home I convinced my significant other to go for a run. We went for a run and everything seemed great and then when we were riding in the elevator, I looked over and he looked sad. I asked him what was wrong and he proceeded to sit me down and break up with me. He essentially said that he could not see himself marrying me and since he was getting older he did not want to waste my time in something he truly believed would not work. I was seriously like WHAT THE FUCK??? This, seemingly came out of nowhere. I was so emotional that I tried to talk him out of it.

For the last week I have been thinking a lot about our relationship. It is hard to get past the good parts of our relationship and the good memories. When I first saw him, our first kiss, our first trip together, etc. But there is a glimmer of sense in the break-up. It was a hard week filled with very little sleep. We are both fundamentally different people and he may have been holding me down.

I am a guys girl. I get along great with other girls like me (most of my friends from home) and typical guys but when it comes to super girly-girls, I will be nice to them but..... The ex's friends all have girlfriends that are girly girls and, don't get me wrong, they are nice but they are very different from me. When we hang out with his friends that are couples (which are most of them) the girlfriends will sit there and not really talk and the girls themselves are not friends, they are simply there to accompany their mates. I am so not like that. I like to go out and have a good time always so I joke around with them and say my typically obnoxious stuff. I always felt that his friends were humoring me rather than truly listening to me. I felt kind of alienated when I hung out with them. The ex noticed this too and he would call me out on stuff I said to his friends and would over-analyze . He cares too much about what his friends think of him and since I was different than all his friends girlfriends, I guess that was too much to for him to handle.

Also, I think that we may have had different levels of motivation. When it came to our careers, I believe I am highly motivated whereas he is just "buying" his father's business. This would normally not be an issue because I can love anyone no matter what they do, as long as they aspire to do something. In our 2.5 year relationship, he never took any action to purchase the business. Also, as far as doing stuff, he never made any plans. If it was up to him, we would sit at home all the time. At first I tried to get him to come along with me and people I know to do interesting stuff, but gave up on trying and started to do stuff myself sans him. He was also impossible to get to go to the gym.

We also couldn't fight. We had different fighting styles. I would like to cool off a bit before talking whereas he would force me to talk about it immediately in the heat of the moment, where emotions ran high and bad things could be said. Essentially this resulted in us not being able to resolve anything and this snow-balled into the break-up.

I think that neither of us was willing or should have had to change the way we are. So essentially that results in me being SINGLE. Wowsa. The world is in trouble after a couple of months when I get over this shit. I am coming for you cute men! Now all I have to do is figure out how to split up a mortgage. Eeek!