i was visiting a friend at her new home on friday night; i was sitting on the porch while she was watering the lawn.
three young boys wheeled by on their bikes - they couldn't have been more than twelve years old - one of them shouted at us, "hey sexy, lemme holla at cha!" or something to that effect.
CET, yelling this down the street as they wheeled away: "WHY DON'T YOU GROW SOME PUBES FIRST?"
then i spent the rest of the time laughing my ass off, especially when one of them rode back to do a wheelie in front of us, just to impress us. i turned to my friend and asked "is that the twelve year old equivalent of a man driving a porsche?" too funny.
CET :o)
Monday, August 20, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
and see what i mean?
i finally watched "pirates of the caribbean III" on friday and it proves my point about society's take on marriage - elizabeth swann (keira knightly) and will turner (orlando bloom) get married first before they have sex at the end of the film - obviously disney couldn't show them getting it on without a set of marriage vows exchanged first. sure, it was back in the day when sex before marriage was a HUGE no no (compared to it being a small no no, relatively speaking, now) and notice how calypso and davy jones got it on in the past but their relationship ended horribly - perhaps this is a snide reference/commentary to having sex before marriage? perhaps i'm reading too much into this and need to get a life? i think it's a little of both.
CET :o)
CET :o)
Thursday, August 09, 2007
CET fans
oh and i'd also like to say how happy it makes me when i find i still (after almost two years) have fans of my blog! i don't expect or necessarily want huge numbers of readers, i just want those who do read my blog to enjoy it. i also hope that my writing style continues to improve. there are definitely better/more interesting blogs out there, so i appreciate those who take the time to click on mine and have a read.
and as always, comments are more than welcome, even if it's just to say hello!
CET :o)
and as always, comments are more than welcome, even if it's just to say hello!
CET :o)
thursday afternoon musings
spent this past long weekend at mr. bing's family cottage. every year we go and every year it's fantastic - swimming in the warm water, jumping off the dock playing silly water games, lazing about in the hot tub or taking a nap in the sun room, roasting marshmallows by the fire at night, covered up to the nines to keep the mosquitoes at bay...the days seem endless and the memories made are forever!
had dinner last night with some old friends from my university days (first degree, not current!). i find lately that the talk invariably shifts to men, marriage and babies. the three of us are similar in age but at very different stages in our lives; one is in a long-term relationship, and is practically engaged, one is recovering from a bad break-up, and then there's me, actively dating (well, trying to anyway) and just enjoying the scene for a while.
men: where exactly are these "good" men? that always seems to be the universal complaint from all my single girlfriends. i'm actually starting to get really sick and tired of that phrase everytime i hear it - it's like you have more of a chance of getting struck by lightning than finding a "good" man. i do have my moments of frustration with men, obviously, and i'm sure there are times where i'm the one screaming that phrase at the top of my lungs, but for the most part i think that finding a "good" man requires being pro-active about it but also being in the right place at the right time, which is something you really can't control. most importantly, i believe working on yourself and enjoying your own life should take precedence over "the search for a good man". i hope that wasn't too preachy!
marriage: all this marriage talk is annoying me too. i'm completely happy for those who are married, who are about to get married, and those who want to get married, but listening/talking about it in every single conversation can be quite tiring. it still bothers me to no end how society expects it of you, like you've failed if you end up unmarried (especially for women, how unmarried = spinster = sad, lonely, forgettable woman). i don't like these expectations because people, for the most part, want to be in love with the person they marry and frankly, i think love is very hard to come by/cultivate with someone. i've been in love twice and i do wonder sometimes if i'll ever be lucky enough to experience it again.
babies: for some reason my ovaries aren't bursting every time i see a baby, whether on tv or on the laps of friends/new mothers. i think it's just the stage i'm at, as i'm still in school and the stage of motherhood, let alone being a certified pharmacist, seems light years away.
i guess what i'm trying to say is that i feel like i'm entering a "second puberty". have i talked about this in a previous blog post before? i think so. it's like when you first got your period and first started junior high; you felt different, your friends changed, your environment changed and you didn't like it. you knew it was inevitable but there was definitely an adjustment period. i think i'm going through the same thing only instead of adjusting to periods and junior high it's now adjusting to friends growing up, getting married and having families.
conclusion? being an adult is over-rated. :o)
had dinner last night with some old friends from my university days (first degree, not current!). i find lately that the talk invariably shifts to men, marriage and babies. the three of us are similar in age but at very different stages in our lives; one is in a long-term relationship, and is practically engaged, one is recovering from a bad break-up, and then there's me, actively dating (well, trying to anyway) and just enjoying the scene for a while.
men: where exactly are these "good" men? that always seems to be the universal complaint from all my single girlfriends. i'm actually starting to get really sick and tired of that phrase everytime i hear it - it's like you have more of a chance of getting struck by lightning than finding a "good" man. i do have my moments of frustration with men, obviously, and i'm sure there are times where i'm the one screaming that phrase at the top of my lungs, but for the most part i think that finding a "good" man requires being pro-active about it but also being in the right place at the right time, which is something you really can't control. most importantly, i believe working on yourself and enjoying your own life should take precedence over "the search for a good man". i hope that wasn't too preachy!
marriage: all this marriage talk is annoying me too. i'm completely happy for those who are married, who are about to get married, and those who want to get married, but listening/talking about it in every single conversation can be quite tiring. it still bothers me to no end how society expects it of you, like you've failed if you end up unmarried (especially for women, how unmarried = spinster = sad, lonely, forgettable woman). i don't like these expectations because people, for the most part, want to be in love with the person they marry and frankly, i think love is very hard to come by/cultivate with someone. i've been in love twice and i do wonder sometimes if i'll ever be lucky enough to experience it again.
babies: for some reason my ovaries aren't bursting every time i see a baby, whether on tv or on the laps of friends/new mothers. i think it's just the stage i'm at, as i'm still in school and the stage of motherhood, let alone being a certified pharmacist, seems light years away.
i guess what i'm trying to say is that i feel like i'm entering a "second puberty". have i talked about this in a previous blog post before? i think so. it's like when you first got your period and first started junior high; you felt different, your friends changed, your environment changed and you didn't like it. you knew it was inevitable but there was definitely an adjustment period. i think i'm going through the same thing only instead of adjusting to periods and junior high it's now adjusting to friends growing up, getting married and having families.
conclusion? being an adult is over-rated. :o)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
definitive proof...
...that women will never understand men and men will never understand women.
i went to see the simpsons movie on friday. it was so good! full of what felt like the best of the best simpsons jokes. i won't say much more than that because i don't want to give anything away but yeah, i enjoyed it very much.
the movie theatre was a couple of blocks away from my friend's party, the one that office boy was attending. she called me that afternoon before i went to the movies and we had a good chat; basically we agreed to hell with office boy and his insecurities; she said to come over to her place after the movie.
when i arrived i could see him in my peripheral vision but delibrately chose to acknowledge his presence only at the last possible moment. he comes up to me and gives me a hug and i'm thinking "what the fuck? don't touch me you bastard!" he was his usual arrogant, hypocritical and snarky self, chatting to me and making jokes like he wasn't revolted at seeing me at this party, the way he was just a few days earlier.
i only stayed for about an hour as i was meeting up with my sister; when i left and was walking past him, on my way out the door do you know what he does? he takes my hand and holds it for a moment before letting go. what the FUCK? what the hell is he playing at? i don't get it, i just don't get it. anyhoo, when he did that i didn't look at him and just kept on walking until he let go.
that's enough about him, ugh. time for bed.
CET :o)
i went to see the simpsons movie on friday. it was so good! full of what felt like the best of the best simpsons jokes. i won't say much more than that because i don't want to give anything away but yeah, i enjoyed it very much.
the movie theatre was a couple of blocks away from my friend's party, the one that office boy was attending. she called me that afternoon before i went to the movies and we had a good chat; basically we agreed to hell with office boy and his insecurities; she said to come over to her place after the movie.
when i arrived i could see him in my peripheral vision but delibrately chose to acknowledge his presence only at the last possible moment. he comes up to me and gives me a hug and i'm thinking "what the fuck? don't touch me you bastard!" he was his usual arrogant, hypocritical and snarky self, chatting to me and making jokes like he wasn't revolted at seeing me at this party, the way he was just a few days earlier.
i only stayed for about an hour as i was meeting up with my sister; when i left and was walking past him, on my way out the door do you know what he does? he takes my hand and holds it for a moment before letting go. what the FUCK? what the hell is he playing at? i don't get it, i just don't get it. anyhoo, when he did that i didn't look at him and just kept on walking until he let go.
that's enough about him, ugh. time for bed.
CET :o)
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