tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20878137240568853762024-03-13T10:16:31.062-04:00The Year I lived off of Ramen NoodlesThe not so private diary of a broken womanMiss. Ardeth Bloodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-40074806772568592952011-01-24T18:33:00.000-05:002011-01-24T18:33:42.902-05:00New Year New StartThis week would have marked one year on this blog. And that would have been the end mark actually.<br />
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I decided to do a second year, on a fresh blog. More food stuff, less drama. <br />
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It's a bare bones blog ... right now. But you can jump on<a href="http://ramennoodlesagain.blogspot.com/"> over here for seconds. </a><br />
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I've got a few posts up, nothing fancy right now, and a few scheduled for the rest of the week. Just a way to kick start things.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-89856075275319121062010-11-04T00:03:00.003-04:002010-11-04T00:03:00.663-04:00OkayIt's November. I bailed on this blog I know, did not even make it a full year. <br />
But... if the gossip and drama on here gave you a giggle and had you saying "at lest my life doesn't suck like that" then feel free to join me on my latest creation.<br />
<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_2067186799"><br />
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<i><a href="http://domesticanddamned3.blogspot.com/">CLEAN YOUR SHORTS! Cocktails, Lipstick Stains and Sex in MY City.</a> </i><br />
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Not so anonymous over there.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-35520337225767522472010-08-26T19:01:00.000-04:002010-08-26T19:01:21.415-04:00What a weekI was a Blogger of Note yesterday on my main blog for the Words of Wisdom writing group. Very cool.<br />
I've started adding more poems and short stories to that blog, just trying to keep it up beat.<br />
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The planet Mercury is in retrograde right now until the 12th of Sept. That means, communication and electronic break downs all over the board.<br />
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My mom goes in next month for eye surgery, so I know that will be taking up a big chunk of time. I go for CTscans on my back the week after. <br />
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And my dad. For anyone who missed it the other day on my main blog, he cut his fingers off. Was drunk working with a table saw and sliced all four fingers on one hand nearly off and had to be in surgery for 6 hours. <br />
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Yes my family is a mess. Off to do the dishes.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-55911213857183927832010-08-22T23:48:00.001-04:002010-08-22T23:48:00.170-04:00Its not worth itI decided to finally stop the wrestling blog. For now anyway. <br />
If you have been reading this since the beginning, then you know that I was putting close to 20 hours a week into the blog and stressing to the point of being sick. <br />
I have no idea what happened in the last few days, but I lost favour with the main company I was writing for. And remember I was doing this out of love as a fan. Not even getting paid for it. <br />
I had been doing this now for the last few years, and had finally ironically, gotten noticed by my favourite company TNA, and the big competition WWE. The official review magazines and blogs had at one point even changed their style to match mine -no puns intended- and I thought I was coasting sweet.<br />
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I guess I pissed the wrong person off cause, the one person who seemed to be loving my shit, trashed me.<br />
So I'm done for now. Now what am I going to do with my life?Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-9131775284975778662010-08-22T09:28:00.000-04:002010-08-22T09:28:53.282-04:00What is going on here?Darius.<br />
Not part of my life anymore. Emailed me twice in the last 48hours. Simply saying he knows he did nothing wrong. That's fairly odd timing given that Mr. S. just seemed to do a 180. <br />
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I'm not eating, I'm not sleeping and have lost nearly 6 pounds in less then 4 days because of this. What is this? <br />
This was a blog. Simple. Just a blog. It's caused me more grief in the last year then I could ever have imagined. <br />
I do not handle stress at all let alone well.<br />
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I have gone over my blog close to fifty times trying to understand what might have caused Mr. S. to go from using my topics and themes to saying what he said. I just can not figure it out. I haven't changed tactic at all. This is eating me up alive. <br />
Then Darius sends me emails out of nowhere asking why I won't talk to him. Telling me he's done nothing wrong. <br />
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For anyone just coming into this mess at this point, Darius and I were friends and business partners. We started a wrestling fan site together. He left and I had another writer working with me. That turned out to be a mistake. About 4 months ago, Darius who had always been a big supporter of Mr.S. made a pass at me and I turned him down. He then started to make comments about Mr.S. and trying to make me feel guilty. Darius went from being the first one to say that Mr. S. liked me after I'd gotten the attention of the company to telling me Mr. S was too good for me and I should settle for what I could get, Darius meaning himself.<br />
He's always drunk, always stoned, messages me from the bar at 2am, emails me in the morning to tell me he's hungover. I stopped having anything to do with him.<br />
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Then I wrote a short story for a writers group, and said on my blog I used a piece of a comment Mr. S. had said once. Figured he's used my stuff in the past why not eh. One of the other wrestlers seemed to like it cause he turned the ending into a promo on the show. I was thrilled. <br />
That was the first night Darius emailed me after over a month of nothing. Drunk, begging me to talk to him. Thinking I was upset over something he did on Facebook. <br />
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I was upset that he disrespected me by telling me I was not good enough for anyone but him. That I was not worth being with anyone other then a drunk local guy. <br />
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This is my reputation on the line. The blog was really starting to take off. I had/have the attention of the people I admire and respect. And now it's in the toilet. <br />
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Everyone who came into my life in the last year because of the wrestling blog has left me nothing but fear and headaches. <br />
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And if Mr. S. is suddenly upset with me. Then all this is really really for nothing.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-71893433696646139392010-08-20T20:31:00.000-04:002010-08-20T20:31:34.310-04:00He's spookedI don't know when it went wrong, but it did.<br />
Mr. S. posted something this week that makes me think he's suddenly upset with me big time. Which is possible, given how much I bitch at him.<br />
But this is different. He made a comment that really hurt. And now I do not know if he's angry, joking, or actually getting stressed.<br />
Mel thinks I am being egotistical in thinking it was even directed at me. Which is possible. <br />
My sister the Goddess thinks he's just needing to take shit out on someone and I got hit in the process.<br />
My friend the Nurse, thinks I'm reading it wrong and that he most likely meant nothing serious from it.<br />
Jordan the Gay Guy, just shrugged and said that it was bound to happen.<br />
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To be honest, I feel like I was dumped or something. We are talking about a column I have been doing for the last few years, that I have been lucky enough to have the people I write about reading and responding to. But, this feels like a direct slap to the face. <br />
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I really like Mr. S. and I just do not want him hating me. His opinion matters so much to me.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-66667981403344167752010-08-11T00:34:00.000-04:002010-08-11T00:34:42.645-04:00A dumping of bad energyEverything has been on an upswing the last few weeks.<br />
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That was until about 3 hours ago. I got an email from Mel and suddenly<br />
<ul><li>I found out one of my email accounts was empty. 3 years of notes from my spiritual studies gone, back ups of my novels gone, poetry gone, photos I had cleaned out of my computer gone, old conversations from past boyfrinds gone. Even the folder for everything was gone and my contact list. Only thing there was a "welcome to your email here is the start up" email from them</li>
<li>I have not had any headaches or sinus issues for the last 3 and a half weeks since getting a reiki session done. I feel like my face is going to explode now. Like my jaw and left eye are pulsating. </li>
<li>My plans for the weekend which were to see <i>Eat Pray Love </i>have been rescheduled because of the main person going out of town.</li>
</ul>It's as if the energy in his email set off a whirlwind of chaos.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-63608858901722874542010-08-05T12:02:00.000-04:002010-08-05T12:02:52.549-04:00Aug 5th 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s200/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I was trying to keep it separate.<br />
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I thought, things have gotten too much, the wrong people have been reading me and I can no longer be honest.<br />
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So I created this blog. Anonymous. <br />
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Well, it was at first. Then I got comfortable and opened up more then I had planned. Soon, things got blended again.<br />
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Like my Facebook and Twitter. I had the old accounts and when I created this blog, I created new ones for my blog buddies. <br />
People started to wonder what happened to me. Why I stopped using them. Some I had to tell about the new accounts, some I have not. <br />
I've heard so many people, mostly women, say on the blogging communities that they regret having given out blog/facebook/myspace/twitter urls to certain people. I know how they feel. I thought I had dealt with everything I needed to deal with but sadly it seems today I have not.<br />
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I no longer know what I am doing. I no longer know where my head is at or my heart for that matter.<br />
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Confusion, Chaos and Cookies (I needed another "C" word) seems to be the order of the day.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-86545889935597518792010-08-04T07:26:00.000-04:002010-08-04T07:26:09.897-04:00I think I need to leave for a whileI've just finished 2 of the book reviews that were pressing down on me, and an interview with one author.<br />
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My sister's boyfriend has indeed proposed to her. And since he's in the middle of his divorce from his first wife, it's going to be at lest a year but it's coming.<br />
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My doctor thinks I have a few fractures in my lower back and hips. I'm going for x-rays today to find out more. <br />
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My dad called out of nowhere yesterday saying he's got cancer and it's really bad. This is a man who I haven't heard from in 10 years and who spent the first 26 years of my life telling me why he wished I was dead.<br />
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And Mr. S. is dating someone else.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-84861171209744448632010-07-21T08:41:00.000-04:002010-07-21T08:41:45.334-04:00Wednesday July 21Doorbell rang, woke me up. Another book for review arrived by FedX<br />
I'm already 2 weeks behind and have 3 other books sitting here. <br />
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I haven't been to anyone's blog in about three weeks to visit, and I need to. <br />
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I wrote a short story on my Domestic and Damned blog, for Mr. S. a piece of it was used on the show by one of the other wrestlers. I was so excited I can not tell you. It's not just Mr. S. anymore who likes my work.<br />
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As I checked my emails this morning, there was a request from another writer asking to freelance on my vampire themed blog. I checked out their stuff but I said no, I am not looking to share any of my blogs with anyone again. Just wondering how my blog got listed for a freelancer anyway?<br />
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And to cap off everything. Men.<br />
I was asked out on the weekend by a new guy. Another single dad. I said yes to coffee, but he canceled last minute Saturday night. I'm not really surprised or upset for that matter. He just was not my style. <br />
Darius. Darius whom I have not spoken to in a month because of his tantrum over Mr. S. he emailed me Thursday night out of the blue acting as if nothing was different. That seems to be his pattern. I did not reply to him. He emailed me again on Sunday. I did not reply to him. Then last night he emailed me saying he was talking to my mother. <br />
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What the hell? My mother? Because I would not return an email. So I replied telling him off. Within a few minutes he sent another email begging me not to shut him out. <br />
I was on chatting with Mel when all this happened, and Mel could not believe it either. <br />
And this is a guy I was only friends with. If he acts like this with me, then no wonder his girlfriend dumped him. <br />
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Coffee is ready going to have a very large cup and try to wake up. Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-85551582128575062162010-07-12T09:35:00.000-04:002010-07-12T09:35:52.099-04:00Johnny Depp needs to break away from Tim Burton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TDsYKv21AlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NUF6cT9pDhU/s1600/Poster_2_POST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TDsYKv21AlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NUF6cT9pDhU/s320/Poster_2_POST.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I saw Alice in Wonderland the other night, and um yeah what was he thinking?<br />
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This is like the 3rd film in a row that Depp and Burton have done that have been crap just crap. <i>(Willy Wanka and Sweeney Todd being the other two. Actually make it 4 total as Corpse Bride sucked too. Maybe it's not Tim Burton he needs to run from but Burton's wife Helena Bonham Carter? )</i><br />
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I had been really looking forward to this as I am a major Depp fan, then again who isn't right, right, but this just sucked goat backwards it really did. <br />
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I've read two different versions of the story, the "kid's" version and the real one. And if you have not read the real version then you are needing to, cause it's not really for kids. <br />
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I've seen a few other film companies do their versions of AIW in the last year and a half trying to beat this one, and they were much better. This was just such a let down. Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-66203640086246517222010-07-08T11:15:00.000-04:002010-07-08T11:15:30.907-04:00Thursday July 8th 2010 My sister's boyfriend had his surgery for the gullstones. He was feeling really good Tuesday night afterwards, but is paying for it now. As of last night, he could not move the pain is too much. Not sure if my sister the Goddess has gone to work today or not, and to top it all off, they have the kids this weekend. My sister has taken her role as step-mom with courage. <br />
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We've hit a heatwave. Nearly +40 degrees Celsius here for the last week. I'm not good with heat at all.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-71102198539856541422010-07-03T19:37:00.000-04:002010-07-03T19:37:12.945-04:00Nerd by Numbers continuedI replied to the Cliched Nerd's email and it was a big mistake.<br />
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"So are there any dungeons around here?" This is what the Cliched Nerd from the dating site asked me. I told him I wasn't into that he was asking the wrong girl. Cliched Nerd did not believe me, and thought I was being "cute" and went into a launch about how all goth girls are into bondage and S/M.<br />
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" Um what makes you think that? And where on earth did you get the idea I am a goth girl? "<br />
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"You like vampires. All goths are into the extreme." he replied.<br />
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I did not reply back. Yes I like vampires, no I do not like goth or extreme sex. It's not my style at all. And I find it so damned typical of guys lately. Just because I like vampire movies does not make me a goth or anything else for that matter. <br />
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Another unsuitable suitor bites the dust.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-31591286164204750542010-07-02T22:08:00.000-04:002010-07-02T22:08:57.506-04:00Nerd by NumbersEveryone has a totally geeky side to them. Things I find rocking will be of laughter to someone else.<br />
I got asked out by a guy who looks like he jumped right out of a bad ad copy for Geeky Frat Boys or something.<br />
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Normally, I love nerdy men. But this guy is too much of a cliche. <br />
Mel thinks I should go out with this guy anyways, even though I'm not interested. Part I think because I talked him into dating a girl who had a thing for him that he was iffy on. Part I think to get my mind off of Mr. S.<br />
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I haven't been on a date in a year so I might... just for a reason to get out of the house. But that would make me a hypocrite if I dated someone I didn't like just for something to do while I waited around for Mr. Right. <br />
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Wouldn't it?Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3007364816560623332010-07-01T00:54:00.000-04:002010-07-01T00:54:26.711-04:00Where did the week go .... Again?I spent the day shopping with mom, which is torture for me. I hate shopping with other people and shopping with mom is like the slowest form of death there is for the soul.<br />
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My sister the Goddess's boyfriend has to go in for surgery after the long weekend; which starts today here in Canada as it's Canada Day (July 1st) He's been having horrible gallstone attacks for the last two months. The doctor has put him on Morphine and it's done nothing to help the pain. He's been in the emergency twice this week alone. Gotten so bad HIS mother has come to stay with them, and she lives in another province. What a way for my sister to meet his mother Eh?<br />
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Darius... no longer a friend of mine. After not hearing from him last week, which I did not think anything of at all as he goes hours between texting; I saw that he removed himself from my friends list on Facebook. No one is really crushed over it either I must say. If he's going to react that way then who the hell needs him. Sometime in the last 6 months Darius let his true self come through, and it just was not a nice one. He himself would sit there telling me he needed to stop drinking. When I would say then "Do not go to the bar. Do not buy that case of beer." he would tell me to save my breath. <br />
Okay, consider my breath saved. He even said to me the night of the wrestling that I was not "Good enough for Mr. S." big turn around considering he was the one just last summer cheering on Mr. S. like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. <br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TCwfThP7mGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4QwFuWtsyc/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TCwfThP7mGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4QwFuWtsyc/s320/meezBodyshot300x400-2.jpg" width="240" /></a>Mr. S. What can I say about him other then "ooppps he did it again" Two days after I posted on this blog last week, Mr. S. posted on his blog for the week, and he once again pulled something right out of my blog. Damn it feels good. I had talked about how Mr. S. had sparked something for my novel, breaking me out of a long writer's block, talking about the scene I wrote and having to do with cereal. Mr. S. ran with that for the whole post. Just yammered on about cereal.<br />
I've made a few posts this week that are directed to Mr. S. So we'll see if he replies in his post tomorrow.<br />
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Otherwise, it's been a slow week with me trying to catch up with the book reviews. I got another stack of books from a new publishing company last week, and another company (I think that makes 6 now?) just asked me yesterday if I would start reviewing a new series of theirs that is being released next month. That's 7 books I have to review before the end of Aug. Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-32230296752564918732010-06-22T23:51:00.000-04:002010-06-22T23:51:45.561-04:00Where did the week go?My sister the Goddess has gone out and bought herself a ring. It's gold with stones lining it. She's wearing it on her left hand ring finger. Someone asked her about it the other day when we were leaving mom's apartment, one of mom's neighbours, and my sister simply said "If I had to wait for him to buy it I would be waiting forever. Not that he wouldn't just he can't" <br />
It looks too much like a wedding ring. Her boyfriend is still legally married and the divorce is looking like it will be dragging on for a very long time to come, as his ex (can I call her ex if the divorce is not final?) is putting up a massive fight. <br />
The more I get to know this guy, the less like a bad guy he seems; and my sister is really happy for the first time in her life.<br />
But you know what I really hate about the whole thing, and it's a selfish thing; my sister is 8 years younger then me and she's got the solid relationship, the fabulous apartment, the great career and the wicked group of friends. YOUNGER then me. And here I am still struggling. Still single, still living in the same shabby run down apartment that was my first apartment. <br />
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I got a texted last night from Darius, whom I haven't really heard from since the week of the wrestling. The texted simply said "U still alive?" I messaged back saying I was and he texted back asking what I've been up to. My answer was busy with stuff and pissing off Mr. S. <br />
Darius never bothered to message me back. I don't know when the shift happened, but Darius who used to be the one always saying that Mr. S likes me, has become very snappy and even angry towards Mr. S.<br />
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Mel says Darius is jealous. <br />
Speaking of Mel, he and I were talking about a bunch of things and I jokingly said "maybe Mr. S is shy." Mel quickly jumped in saying that he knows Mr. S is shy, that it's obvious when he does interviews. I have never thought of Mr. S as shy before, but going back over old interviews from the last two years, I can see it now. <br />
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And the pissing off Mr. S part, well, my last post I talked about a blog post Mr. S had done that was as if it was a continuation of one of mine. I did a long blog post on my Domestic and Damned blog few days ago talking about that whole issue, then took a slice of his post from a few weeks back and did my own spin on it as part of a short story. <br />
Just to see what kind of reaction I will get out of him. Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-91795840969059065192010-06-17T13:10:00.005-04:002010-06-17T13:19:29.561-04:00I hurt my ribsI have been laughing like a lunatic for the last half hour. Mr. S. just posted for the first time in over two weeks on the official blog. And I am laughing about it why?<br /><br />Just over 2 weeks ago I posted on my Domestic and Damned blog about my personal sense of fashion. Or lack of it depending on your take on things.<br />That would end up being right before Mr. S. ended up having some time off. Today, the blog post Mr. S. did was all about his choice in fashion. <br /><br />I was on the phone with my mother when reading it and started to cackle like something out of a wicked witch story for a good ten minutes. The more mom wanted to know what was so funny and me try to read the posts to her, the more I started to laugh. Which is good as I haven't laughed this much in a while. <br /><br />But, it was as if Mr. S. had just picked up in the middle of one of my sentences and ran with it for over a page. <br /><br />I admit that part of it was a dig at something I said, and you know what, that's fine. I love it! It just proves he's still reading me.<br /><br />Though my mother still tells me I'm crazy. She can't seem to understand why Mr. S. would "waste his time reading something you would write. Nothing you care about is of any interest to anyone else." <br /><br />I envy anyone who's mom actually likes them.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5362582963941057942010-06-14T19:57:00.003-04:002010-06-14T19:58:39.657-04:00EEEEEKKKK!!!There seems to be something wrong with the last post. I had it on timer but it's been disappearing and reappearing. <br /><br /><br />Sorry to anyone who might be getting things by emailMiss. Ardeth Bloodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-67226202195529013732010-06-14T19:49:00.005-04:002010-06-14T19:57:22.933-04:00Get over yourself<a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-designer.html">Remember Jordan the Gay Guy </a>I bumped into him again. I was out of coffee, so I hobbled down to the Tim Hortons at the end of the street. And there he was, sitting at a table right in the corner of the window with his little "pack" of groupies.<br />
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"Oh my god! You look tres tres tired. It's so chic very you." JTGG said in his girly squeal. I think I managed a smile. It was meant as a smile, but I confess it might have come off as a snear. There was a time JTGG was one of the closet people in my life, but since he got in with his new group of friends, he's become one of the fakest people around. "Look at you, where have you been hiding? "<br />
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Where have I been hiding? I hadn't realized I had been. I got my large double double and turned knowing I would be stuck chatting. I didn't like the way his friend was looking at me. Female friend. For as short as JTGG is, this girl was the opposite. She must have been close to 5'11 and as skinny as a toothpick. Her clothes were hanging off her. She gave me the creeps. Let me just say, that as much as Sex and the City has been a craze here fashion wise, so has Twilight. We have a few guys running around town who could be stand ins for the actor who plays Edward in those movies, as well as half the teenaged female population copying the Bella Swan look. She was a Bella-Wannabe down to the speech pattern. I wish I had gotten photos I really do.<br />
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We chatted about my novel for a moment, as I waited for him to mention his "designing" which was all he talked about last time. He said nothing, so I asked. He rolled his eyes and laughed saying that he had been stoned that last day when he talked to me. There's a shocker for ya. But that he was still into it. Then started going on about having seen the movie <i>September Issue </i>the documentary about Vogue's Anna Wintour. (Good movie by the way. ) Then he started picking at my hair. My short little pixie-ish cut hair.<br />
This is where his friend really started to creep me out, and the point to the title of this post. She sat up a little straighter, and started asking me where I lived, that she'd seen me at the Blockbuster a few times. JTGG rolled his eyes at me again and looked over his shoulder at her telling her to not bother.<br />
"She's only into the penis. Penis, penis, penis!"<br />
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Now, here I am standing in a small donut shop filled with seniors, the local chapter of the Hell's Angels, a table of giggling teenagers and JTGG's little band of gay friends. I'm a very pale woman, very pale. When I blush it's like a large fuschia stain from the tip of my hairline to the hem of my clothes. And here we were with everyone gaping at us like dead fish while the little gay man screamed the word penis over and over again. And I was trapped standing there for a few more minutes before he finally said he needed to get back to his table.<br />
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Now really wishing I gone to the grocery for the coffee instead.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-61961287395631142892010-06-12T10:50:00.000-04:002010-06-12T10:50:48.907-04:00Pine Nuts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" /></a></div>So I was playing around with homemade sauces last night. Trying to make homemade Chow Mein. <br />
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I used minced garlic, olive oil, brown sugar and pine nuts as my sauce. <br />
Not bad. Was still missing something. Not sure what.<br />
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And things were not too horrible, thinking I was finally ready to move on from something, and poof on my main blog I found a comment from the boyfriend of my former Blog Partner. Out of nowhere. I thought they had finally left me alone that they had removed themselves totally from me, but no. I'm still slightly pissed off about it. <br />
I've been ignoring them mostly for the last little while, thinking if I don't reply to his comments he'll go away. No such luck. <br />
I ended up just saying if he hates my point of view, don't read me. Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-80343445919249754362010-06-10T20:57:00.003-04:002010-06-10T21:09:48.292-04:00Okay Good to knowMy Uncle has been a Chef since I was born. So for the last 36 years he's worked around town in hotel kitchens.<br /><br />I was talking to him the other day about food, and had asked a question about something <span style="font-style: italic;">(at this point it's actually been over a week and I can't remember what the recipe I was wanting was)</span> and he shrugged saying he'd never heard of it.<br /><br />Pardon me? What? <br /><br />I made a couple of more comments and he just laughed and said "What are you asking me for?"<br /><br />This got me wondering. I started talking about the Leek and Potato soup recipe I had gotten from my friend in Edmonton, and a second way to use Parsnips other then boiling. He had no answers for me. <br /><br />"Hang on, you mean I know more about food then you do?" He shrugged and said nothing. <br /><br />I've been dabbling in cooking off and on for a decade, only serious for the last year. How could I know more then him?<br />My sister the Goddess reminded me that our Uncle works in a hotel 15 hours a day making the same 10 things over and over and over. Uncle cooks for work not for fun. And when he comes home and on his one day off a week, he spends it doing everything BUT in the kitchen. <br /><br />Kinda sad really.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-58065486982408314562010-06-09T08:38:00.002-04:002010-06-09T08:41:23.589-04:00I think they turned out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TA-Lm2XzzGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eRuKkSqj6Ok/s1600/P1010675.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TA-Lm2XzzGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eRuKkSqj6Ok/s320/P1010675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480752771079851106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I made poached eggs not too long ago.<br /><br />They seemed okay, left a mess in my kitchen though.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-29335484646404660082010-06-03T17:48:00.006-04:002010-06-03T18:07:59.597-04:00Did He Just Admit That?I knew something was not right for the last 24 hours. Something I was sure had to do with Mr. S.<br />The blog post for this week was up about an hour ago.<br /><br />Now, for anyone who's been following this, you know I have been teasing for a year about Mr. S's weight. As I believe he's too skinny.<br />I've blogged about this on my old blog and on the Domestic and Damned blog as well.<br /><br />Last summer when I started that gimmick, Mr. S. cut a promo where he teased back about all the food he eats. <br /><br />Well, today's post, Mr S. admits he's got an issue with weight. As in he will starve himself and is anorexic.... I'm just in a daze right now as I type this.<br /><br />Mel thinks it was a very weird post, and that all my teasing on the blogs have caused him to admit he's got an issue with food and in general his self esteem. This is not good. This is horrible.<br />I know in the post he started off talking about fans asking him about working out, but he went on a rant about food not about working out. <br />I'm sitting here now almost in tears as I think about the whole thing. I've admitted myself that over the years I battled with Bulimia myself, and know how much damage that can do to a person. <br /><br />Wither this post of Mr. S's today was any kind of anything in reply to me or not I have no honest idea, but it's left me feeling like the pit of my stomach has dropped out. <br /><br />Younger fans reading his blog are going to get the wrong idea. People who look up to him who have issues might take that post to be advice or something and copy him. <br />This is just not good. <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm freaking out. I'm freaking out over something honest that a man I've never even met just admitted in a blog post. </span>Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-57188232027929460522010-06-03T09:09:00.000-04:002010-06-03T09:09:07.151-04:00The Grunge Guitar PlayerI hate grunge music. That whole Seattle music scene from the early 90's can kiss my lily white arse.<br />
I wish I had taken a photo of the kid, I really do. I had my book club last night, and we were nicely sitting in the back of the book store at a table in front of the diving line for the store and the coffee shop. The discussion was going really well we had all these points and quotes and actually laughing. Wonderful.<br />
That was until the 17 year old Cobain wannabe sat down five feet from us with a guitar. Yeah, he did. <br />
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No he was not busking, he was not alone either. There were no signs, no post-its no nothing declaring that open mic night for the building's coffee shop but it seems it was, and there were all these teenaged girls swooning over him. <br />
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The kid, and I mean kid, I'm surprised could even see his guitar for the hair in his eyes. Not long, just bangs. It instantly put a cold shoulder on the book club and everyone's attitude got snotty as we couldn't hear each other and ended up having to move out of there. <br />
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Did I mention I am not a fan of grunge or long hair.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3743483018070533632010-06-02T08:50:00.004-04:002010-06-02T08:54:24.385-04:00Celebrating the Changing of the Underpants!<span style="font-style: italic;">I posted this last night on the Domestic and Damned blog, but I thought it was just too much that I am reposting it on this one for anyone who doesn't follow me on there. </span><br /><br />I got an email on the weekend from The Nurse saying that she finally had a week off work. She has not had a week off since Christmas. So, I phoned her this afternoon but she was out. I left a message with her husband.<br />That was at 1pm<br />It's now 7:30pm and I never heard back from her. Okay, I called her again. The chat went like this.<br /><br /><b>Me</b>: What I get you from?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nurse</span>: Yay! You going to put those on.... not much trying to get your Nephew to put his underwear on. Potty training is so much fun.<br /><br /><b>Me</b>: Lovely. this is why I don't have kids. I called earlier.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nurse</span>: When? There wasn't any message on the machine.<br /><br /><b>Me</b>: Around 1:00. You're husband answered.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nurse</span>: After 15 years you should know by now not to leave messages with the Man as he never remembers to tell me. Leave a message on the machine.<br /><br /><b>Me</b>: But he answered. What was I suppose to do, tell him to hang up so I could phone back and leave a message on the machine?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nurse</span>: Yeah actually you should have, that way I would have gotten the message... No! Don't touch...... (click)<br /><br />I phoned back.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nurse</span>: Sorry. Nephew started to slap at the phone. He's dancing around in circles celebrating.<br /><br /><b>Me</b>: Celebrating what?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nurse</span>: The changing of the underpants. He's graduated from diapers to those Pull-Ups. (little voice squealing that he's a big boy and that only babies wear diapers) I'll have to call you back.Domestic and Damnedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584541111465460996noreply@blogger.com1