Stolen from HD...

.. and no, this isn't his car battery :-)

While I've never been, I'd love to go to:

You Belong in Barcelona

When it comes to Europe, you don't want to decide between culture and fun. You want art by day and a big party by night. Barcelona is ideal for you. You can check out some Picasso, eat some tapas, take a siesta, and then dance all night!

What European City Do You Belong In?

One of these days I'll actually post something original. Oh, and the peep meet blog has been updated.

Happy long weekend to all my American friends!

Stolen from Carey, Jen, MCatt, and others...

A is for Age - 30 somthin' (but just barely)
B is for Booze - not much of a drinker, but that may change at the Niagara Peep Meet :-)
C is for Career - Communications/PR
D is for Dad’s name - Dad
E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - Me and my dancin' shoes
F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment - rediscovering some old Bob Marley tunes
G is for Goof off thing to do - Sing in public places and dancing like children of the night
H is for Hometown - Niagara
I is for Instrument you play - Saxophone, guitar, various wind instruments, drums...
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - apple or grape
K is for Kids - one.. my perfect little girl
L is for Living arrangement - With DW and DD
M is for Mom’s name - Mom
N is for Names of best friends - Too many to list here.
O is for overnight hospital stays - none. Let's keep it that way.
P is for Phobias - some bugs (e.g. centipedes), balding (it's a vanity thing)
Q is for Quote you like - "Art is whatever you can get away with" - Marshall McLuhan
R is for Relationship that lasted longest - currently, 13 years (9 years married)
S is for Siblings - Older brother, aka Asshat
T is for Texas, Ever been? - Nope, but plan to. Houston Rockets are my fav basketball team
U is for Unique trait - I have the ability to scratch any part of my back
V if for Vegetable you love - Broccoli, carrots
W is for Worst traits - procrastinating
X - is for XRays you’ve had - back
Y is for Yummy food you make - toast
Z is for Zodiac sign - Leo

My Meemo meme

I AM: CANADIAN.
I WANT: to live somewhere else
I WISH: I could find a career that I truly love
I HATE: strawberries
I MISS: going out more often.
I FEAR: boredom
I HEAR: the door opening
I WONDER: wonder, who-budubo-who, who wrote the book of love?
I REGRET: too much.
I AM NOT: very motivated.
I DANCE: like a machine. A DANCE MACHINE.
I SING: semi-professionally.
I CRY: not.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: the happiest person around.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: music on the guitar and saxophone
I WRITE: for a living.
I CONFUSE: most people.

I have a fashion twin

My office is about 80 per cent female. That means we have three guys in our office (including me). One guy is 50+, and keeps to himself, dressing quite inappropriately (read: slobby). The other guy is a couple of years younger than me, but dresses very conservatively and simple (not to mention a bushy beard and longer hair).

I consider myself to be somewhat fashion forward (think clean-cut GQish on a budget), so considerably different from the other guys . So last year another guy gets hired on (not in my department, but his cubicle is right next to mine).

He is my fashion twin. We own several of the same shirts. We style our hair similarly. We are both tall, slim, with dark hair. We like the same stores. We even live three blocks from each other.

I? HATE.IT.

I feel like I'm trapped. I used to be an individual. Now, I just get associated with "how much we look alike." On numerous occassions we have shown up to work wearing the exact same thing. This drives me bonkers.

What do I do?

Bathing suit photo

After much persuasion (or really, not much all) I have decided to post a pic of me in my bathing suit from my vacation. This was taken at a beach that my cousin and I went diving for conch shells. We only nabbed a single tiny one, but I did get a couple of star fish.

And don't worry, this eye candy is non-fattening :-)

Niagara Peep Meet

I have created a new blog for the Niagara Peep Meet.

If you are interested in finding out about details, e-mail me for the site. I don't want to make it widely public in the interest of the privacy for those who will be attending (meaning I don't want trolls or lurkers to know what we're planning specifically).

I'll likely post something on the other place as well.

So send me an e-mail and spread the word!

I'm baaaaack

Okay, back from vacation. Had an AWESEOME time.

I mean, this was the view from my living room for most of the past week:



Did some island hopping, got to hang with some great cousins who I haven't seen in too long, and went to the beach every day. And when I say beach, I mean private, beautiful, secluded beach, as pictured here:



Our last day, we went back to Nassau, and toured Atlantis (if you've never heard of it, check it out at www.atlantis.com). I have never seen bigger yachts, or more money in my lifetime. For evidence, see here:



I haven't found a shot of me in my bathing suit worthy to post here yet, but we'll see ;-)

Now that I'm back, it's time to get down to business. Watch for OT peep meet info by Monday.

Because everyone else is doing it:

Double standard

I have always been on the "slender" side. I suppose you could say I was blessed with a ridiculously high metabolism.

While I'd be silly to complain about this, it is something that I've always been self-concious of... no guy likes to be the skinniest of the bunch. It's not that I'm waifish or anything, but I am noticeably thin.

So anyways, I'm curious why it is that people find it ok to joke and mock about people who are thin?

Here's an example: Every month we have a day to celebrate any birthdays in our office (of about 20 people). Inevitably, when it comes time to hand out the cake, whoever is cutting/distributing the cake designates the biggest piece for me, because I apparently "need it." It's not just one person doing this... it's become quite the joke every month. I don't encourage it, and have mentioned my displeasure a couple of times (I've recently taken to refusing to particpate because I'm "too busy").

This is just one example. Throughout my adult life, I have been teased, told to "load up on seconds" and the like. We don't typically tolerate overweight people being told to be given "a small piece, because they really don't need it - hah hah." So why is it tolerated the other way around?

There is literally nothing I can do about it (I work out, lift weights, take weight-gaining formula) -- it's who I am.

Anyways, let this be a public service announcement for all the skinny people out there. Don't hate us cuz we're thin.

Peace out

A couple of things..

So I have to start packing tonight, and I have no idea what to take. I can't figure out what to wear when I'm standing in front of my closet, so how the heck am I supposed to plan what to wear over the course of seven days in a climate I haven't experienced since last August? *sigh*

On a completely different note, on the radio right now is "Manic Monday" by the Bangles. Could they have not come up with a better line other than "That's my fun day. I don't have to run - day"?

One last thing... I've been updating my linky-doos over there -------> If you don't see your name up there, it's just that I'm (very slowly) navigating the waters of blogland, and I'm just adding a couple every few days. If you desperately want to be linked, just let me know. If you want to be removed? Tough luck :-)