False Hopes and Face Cream

It’s amazing the amount of money women spend on beauty products to make themselves feel pretty.  For me, it’s all about my hair.  I have very fine, curly hair, and it’s been greying for years.  I spend approximately $800 per year on colour and cut, and who knows how much on products to keep it looking it’s best.  For the amount of money I spend, you would think I’d have luxurious hair.  I don’t.  I spend the money to make it look it’s best, which isn’t that great.

I just finished having a conversation with a co-worker about facials and body wraps.  She is in her late 20s, and she has a four year old son.  In an effort to get the body she had before becoming a mother, this girl spends a few hundred dollars a week on treatments.  It completely floored me when she told me this.  First of all, who has that kind of money?  Second, do these treatements really make that much of a difference?  I can’t image they do.

Besides my hair, I don’t really spend money on beauty products.  I have the basics for make up, but I don’t wear a lot of it.  I have somewhat stylish clothes, but I buy most of them at Winners.  For me, my money is better spent on a good bottle of wine.  I work out hard, and I look ok for my age, but I will be damned if I’m going to spend my hard earned money on false hope and face cream.  Besides, once I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine, I think I look pretty darn good.  I look even better when everyone else has had a couple of bevis….

Speaking of which, It’s a long weekend here in Canada.  Canada turns 150 years old tomorrow, and us canucks will be partying like it’s 1999.  Beer and hockey all the way — yep, it’s true world.  That’s all we do here in the great north.  Ok, I’m lying.  We’ll drink pretty much anything, and I can’t remember the last time a Canadian hockey team won the Stanley Cup.  Tomorrow, our city puts on a big celebration at a park down by the river.  We have musicians play at the bandshell, beer gardens, multicultural food tents, locals artist tables, and tons of fun for the kids.  I’m pretty excited to get out and celebrate our countries BDAY.  Any reason to have a few wobbly pops is a good reason.

On that note — happy Friday friends.  I hope you all have a great weekend, and I will be catching your blogs again next week.

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Beer O’Clock Poetry

Knowing that I get little to no blogging in over the weekend, I thought I’d leave you all with a little piece by me.

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Another week has come and gone;

It’s time to drink and sing along.

Call out the troops — yell loud and clear;

Let’s raise our glass, it’s time to cheer.

A little bubbly never hurt;

In fact, it turns me into a flirt.

So now it’s time to say adieu;

I’ll drink to that; I’ll drink for you 🙂



Texting, Texting… 1.2.3.

The world we live in has changed dramatically over my life time, and I’m not sure for the good.  People spend enormous amounts of time on their cell phones, tablets, and computers.  Sadly, many people spend more time with their friends on Facebook than they do in person.  I witnessed a pretty messed up situation last night when I was out for beers with a good guy friend from work.

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My friend and I are fairly close, and we both were having a bit of a rough week.  For him it was work stress; for me it was the lack of control regarding the sale of my house.  We decided it would be nice to blow off some steam with a few beers down at the local brew house.   After running a couple of quick errands, I met up with him and we started chatting about his new love interest.  He has been dating this one for just over 1.5 months, and he claimed she might be the one — he liked her.  He was, however, a little puzzled by some of her behaviours.  Several times he had asked her to hang out, and her basic response was, “I’m going to pass; I’m too tired.”  My thought to this was: “She’s just not that into you.”

When I told my friend what I thought about it, he assured me it wasn’t that.  He was convinced they had a pretty strong connection.  Fair enough; what do I know.  Sometime after ordering our second beer, my friend received a text.   He glanced at it, and then said “I’m getting dumped right now.”  And he was.   WTF!!!! Dumped by text? What is wrong with people?   I’m sorry but that it total B.S.  Get a set of lady balls and do it in person for F sakes.  Sure it’s not fun having to tell someone that you don’t want to see them anymore, but it’s something that needs to be done face to face.

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I felt terrible for my friend, so I did the only thing I could do: I drank beer with him and let him talk.  It turned out to be a later night than expected, but to my surprise I actually feel pretty good today.  Aside from being a little tired, I feel good.  No anxiety, no overthinking, and no low mood.  Strange.   My friend on the other hand did not fair as well.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen that shade of green on a person before — YIKES.

I know he will be fine; he’s drop dead gorgeous and women basically throw themselves at him.  However, I’m still pissed at the level of disrespect his “ex”-girlfriend displayed.  Text messaging has a place, but there is no place for it where the heart is concerned.

How To Lose a Guy in One Date

No date should start with “Omg, I think I’m going to be sick.”  Sunday morning, however, that is exactly how my date began.  Thank god, we were seated in the booth located right beside the bathroom.  The look on my poor dates face when I jumped from my chair and ran to the bathroom was nothing short of horror.  Bless his heart, he was still waiting for me when I returned.

Now, let me clarify that my date had nothing to do with my nausea; he was a perfectly nice man.  My Sunday illness was totally self-inflicted, as I was suffering from a bad case of heat exhaustion.  We had fairly warm tempatures over the weekend, and on Saturday I decided to go for a 10km run along the river.  Normally, I would run in the morning to beat the heat, but on that day, the time had gotten away from me.  With a belly full of oatmeal and coffee, I started my run at 11:00am.  By the time I finished, it was just before noon, and the tempatures were pushing 30c.  Instead of cooling down and re-hydrating myself, I went straight to the coffee shop to read my book.  I ordered my usual 16oz almond milk latte and a piece of banana bread.  The coffee didn’t sit well, but I didn’t listen to my body.

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Feeling a bit ill, I drove up to the garden center and spend an hour in the sun looking at flowers and herbs. I hopped from store to store picking up potting soil, a hanging basket bracket, and a six pack of beer.  I arrived home at 2pm and immediately started planting my garden.  Like any normal person, I poured myself a nice cold glass of beer after working out in the yard.  I drank two beer within a matter of 20 minutes; you’d think I’d realize that maybe I was thristy, and water would be a smart decision (blonde moment).  As soon as I finished my second beer, I felt tired.  I laid down on the couch with the intention of taking a quick 20 minute nap, which ended up being a 2 hour sleep.

When I woke up, I realize what I had done.  I was completely disoriented and my head was pounding.  I stumbled into my kitchen and tried to down a couple of glasses of water, but my stomach wasn’t having it.  My body was burning up, yet I felt cold and weak.  I ran a warm bath, while keeping a cold cloth on the back of my neck.  This made it worse!  I ended up in bed by 8:30pm with no dinner and still no water in my system.

I woke unusually late Sunday morning (8:30am) still feeling like total crap. I figured it was most likely dehydration, so I slowly drank a glass of water while I checked my online dating messages.  I had a message from “chevytrucksrules” asking me if I wanted to meet up for a coffee.  “Great Idea”, I think to myself.  Some food and coffee would surely cure my headache.  Thinking I was being smart, I drank another glass of water and droved to the cafe.

I arrived first, so I ordered a muffin and a coffee and waiting for him to arrive.  By the time he got there, I had finished my breakfast, and I was half way done my coffee.  We talked for about 30 minutes or so when I felt my face go clammy and my stomach start to turn.  Oh dear god… I’ve already told you what happened next.  I politely explained my situation and told him I needed to go home.  He was such a gentleman; he even offered to come by my house later than day to change my winter tires over to summers.  Unfortunately, the rest of my day was spent in bed.

I completely know better than to let myself get dehydrated, but on Saturday I must have left my brain at home.  Today, I’m a bit better;however, I’m still pretty tired.  LESSON Learned for sure.  No beer until I’ve fully rehydrated myself…

My Chevy actually did message me today, and he even asked me out for another coffee, so I guess he isn’t turned off by a woman who can’t hold down her breakfast.  I’m going to give myself a day or so before taking him up on his offer though.  To all the Singles ladies and gents. out there — Do not forget to drink your water.