Bliss

My friend Lara phoned me yesterday afternoon with a huge surprise - tickets to the Jann Arden concert!

It turned out that her boss couldn't use her tickets so she asked Lara to take them. And Lara immediately thought to invite me along.

Little did I know, those tickets were FRONT ROW!

Jann Arden is a personal musical hero of mine. If there is one musician on earth I could be like, it would be her. She is the complete package. She has grace, style, and strength. Her music is divine. The lyrics are as if she reached into my soul and wrote about what she found there.

So getting to see her up close and personal really made for a fantastically amazing night. I laughed, I cried, and laughed some more.

Here are a few pictures of the hundreds (yes hundreds) I took last night. The first one was posed specifically for me! She saw me take out my camera (which I did after she told the audience we could take as many pictures as we wanted) and she pointed at me. She stopped and turned sideways and posed. The picture turned out all blurry even though I had on the flash because I got all nervous that she actually acknowledged my existence. I gave her a thumbs up after I took the photo and she gave me a thumbs up back!!!!

A huge thank you to Lara for picking me out of all her friends to take to the show. I just have to say this again, I love my friends. And they really love me too!

Fairy Godmother

My friend Red emailed me after reading my last post. She has invited me over to try on a few of her ballgowns in her wardrobe! WOOT!

I love my friends. They support me in every way imaginable.

Cinderella is Going to the Ball

And I'm back to crushing on Mr. David.

Last night we were both early for class, as per usual. But this time, not only did he remember my name, he asked me to dance.

"Come on Paprika, let's dance!"

"Okay David!"

There we were, twirling and floating magically around the dance floor in a beautiful waltz. *sigh

And then my brain figured out that I was dancing with *him* and cut off all signals to my feet, which effectively turned them into blocks of concrete.

I'm sure you can guess what happened next. He kept moving, I didn't, and WHAMMO. He kicked my left foot, more specifically my left big toe, pretty hard.

"Wow, sorry!"

"That's okay."

"You know what they say about transferring your weight..."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm sorry."

He smiled at me and winked.

I managed to regain some control over my feet (stupid brain!) and we twirled around some more. At one point we were doing some sort of fancy cross-over thingy (I still haven't learned proper dance terminology) and I happened to take that moment to look at the side of his face which was pointed in the right direction for the fancy move.

"Were you looking at me?"

"Nope."

"Where were you looking?"

"Absolutely nowhere."

"Really? I thought you were looking at me."

"Now why would I do that?"

Twirl, twirl, twirl...

Finally class started so we finished up. He thanked me and I curtsied. He smiled and I melted.

As luck would have it, this time we were paired together for the first part of the choreography. We had a pretty steady rotation this week so I got to dance with him quite a bit.

Just before the final rotation, our instructor reminded us yet again about feeling the romance of the dance.

"This is a safe space. Just because you are expressing love towards your partner doesn't mean you want to take them out to dinner after class."

I snuck a peak at David. HA! If he only knew what I'd actually like to do with him after class. *snicker

At this point, I got rotated to David again. We were positioned rather close to one wall, so Nicole called David's name to remind him he'd have to rotate a bit of the dance towards the end so we wouldn't smash into the wall.

Just as she called his name, I was moving forward, and he began to gesture towards the area Nicole was referring to. Then WHAMMO! He clocked me right in the face!

Everyone started howling! I was a little dazed and he was completely embarrassed.

"How's that for showing you the love?"

Then he grabbed me and gave me a big hug. Shivers went up and down my spine. I fit in his arms perfectly. My head ended up on his chest and I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a good squeeze. And OMG he smelled SO GOOD!

So now I was doubly dazed, but managed to pull it together enough to finish out the dance.

At the end of class, Nicole mentioned that our school is having a White Tie & Tiara Ball next month and she wanted to know how many of us were going. I was a maybe. The ticket is $110 and right now I'm still trying to figure out how to get my hands on some cash to pay for her classes. (Yes, I decided I wanted to do both S&T and Showcase. And not just because of David, but because I actually like Nicole's class!)

Nicole said that if we wanted to, we could perform our waltz routine at the Ball. I glanced over at David and he was looking right at me. He gave me a big smile. *swoon

And that brought us to the end of class. This time, while I was chatting with my dance mates, David took the time to bid me good night and he said, "Come to the ball Paprika."

"Okay."

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Yeah, so now I have to magically find $110 for the ticket and who knows how much for a ballgown. A freaking ballgown! Ooh, and maybe some glass slippers to match. :)

Paprika's Informative Q&A

Welcome to my very first Informative Q&A. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Beth for requesting this post. So with that said, here we go!

How do you manage to be so alluring to men that they always want to flirt and be sexy with you? - Beth

An excellent question. The answer is simple - I have big boobs. If there's anything I've learned about men, is they have one common denominator, the love of the boobie. However, I have also learned they have absolutely no interest in the woman attached to the boobs. Which is why I find myself perpetually single. My boobs get to have all the fun while I sit by and watch.

Can you tell me all about your job, since we've already learned that I love to live vicariously through people who leave their homes, and careers specifically fascinate me? - Beth

When I'm not busy being a rock star and a super hero, I work as the Head of Student Services for a private film college. I am responsible for providing information about the college and the programs available, process application forms, issue acceptance letters, enrol students, schedule classes, liaise with instructors, issue report cards, organize graduation, and be a supportive shoulder to cry on for the students and instructors when they are all losing their minds. I have a lot of tissues handy at my desk.

Don would like to know where your nickname "Paprika" comes from? Oh, and he says he would also like to know where real paprika comes from, but you don't have to answer that, since I think now he's just trying to be clever. - Beth

Paprika is actually a nickname my Dad came up with. I am a huge Spice Girls fan. Back when Ginger left the group, my Dad told me I should "write the girls a letter and tell them you'll take over for Ginger". So I asked my Dad what my spice name should be as that would most certainly be a requirement. He immediately said, "Paprika". We are not Hungarian so I do not know why he picked that particular spice, but I think it suits me well.

Oh and as to where real paprika comes from, please ask Don to refer to this informative link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paprika My favourite part of the description is that "good Paprika burns twice". Oh yeah!

What song do you sing the most in the shower? - Amy B

Wow, this is actually a tough question to answer. It changes every once in a while, depending on what I'm listening to. Right now it's "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent. Prior to that, it was "Hot Toxic Love" from Toxic Avenger: The Musical. Hmmm, I'm seeing a pattern here. :)

What is your favourite colour, as well as your favourite outfit to wear when you are out and about doing awesome things? - Beth

My favourite colour is red. Lately my favourite outfit has been my favourite pair of jeans with a gray tight t-shirt that has a bunch of skulls on it. With it, I wear my rad faux leather motorcycle style jacket and a pair of black leather boots.

And that concludes my very first Informative Q&A. I have to say, it was quite fun! Thanks!

Just for Beth

Because Beth is awesome, and she put in this request, I am going to make my next post an informative Q&A. So please leave questions for me in the comments section.

And I know I'll get at least one from Beth. Which is one of the many reasons she's awesome.

Innnneresting

Through the magic of FB, I've been able to reconnect with friends from my university days. One friend of mine, Angel, and I lived on the same floor in residence. What really bonded us was the fact that we had both lost our mothers at a very young age. We lost touch for a long time after graduating, but we recently found each other on FB.

A couple of months ago, I was perusing her FB profile looking at pictures of her newest baby, when I came across a picture of the baby with her brother.

Her brother is as hot as that baby is cute. And let me tell ya, that is one cute baby!

I sent her a message saying that I normally don't do such things, however, I wanted to inquire about the status of said hottie brother. She told me he wasn't available but would probably be very flattered that I even asked.

Fast forward to this morning when I received a random friend request from hottie brother! I accepted and a few minutes later I got a message from him.

Hottie Brother
January 24 at 10:33am
how are you?
Sent via Facebook Mobile

Paprika
January 24 at 10:58am
I'm good thanks. How's things with you?

Hottie Brother
January 24 at 11:05am
always good! just driving down the 401 pretty boring actually!
Sent via Facebook Mobile

Paprika
January 24 at 11:10am
I'll be driving east on the 401 today. Going to visit a friend in Whitby this afternoon. You heading back London way?

Hottie Brother
January 24 at 11:14am
yeah. isn't whitby by windsor?
Sent via Facebook Mobile

Paprika
January 24 at 11:16am
Whitby is east of Toronto, just before you hit Oshawa. It's about a 45 minute drive from the Tdot. So where were you driving from today?

Hottie Brother
January 24 at 11:20am
windsor. visiting some friends. going to go for a little drive today
Sent via Facebook Mobile

Paprika
January 24 at 11:24am
I don't think I've ever been to Windsor. I have friends who live in Sarnia and Wallaceburg, but I have yet to make the trip that far west. Probably because everyone wants to come to Toronto to visit and do fun things. LOL Have a safe drive! I'm heading out to grab some breakfast and then hitting the road to Whitby. Talk to you soon! P :)

I'm guessing Angel must have said something to him between then and now, otherwise why would he even *think* to add me as a friend? I'm pretty sure we've never met - believe me, I'd remember his hottness.

Hurray for a little bit of random awesomeness on this otherwise regular Sunday.

Hope for Haiti Now

Here are my favourite moments from last night's telecast.

Beyonce performing "Halo" with Chris Martin on piano.



Madonna performing "Like A Prayer".



Jennifer Hudson performing "Let It Be".



Justin Timberlake performing "Hallelujah" with Matt Morris on guitar.



Kid Rock, Sheryl Crow & Keith Urban performing "Lean On Me".



If you haven't donated yet, please give what you can to help the relief efforts. Every little bit gives another ray of hope to the people of Haiti.

I Want a Refund

My horoscope in today's paper:

"This will be a fortunate day for you. So many things will go right it’s almost as if you have someone “up there” on your side making sure everything falls into place. Maybe you do. Maybe your guardian angel is putting in some overtime."

The day is half over. Nothing has gone my way thus far.

We'll see what happens tonight at dance class. Maybe I won't trip and fall down this time.

So Over It

Mr. David and I were the first ones in class, again. This time, armed with the courage of a shot of JD, I struck up a conversation with him during which he apologized that he couldn't remember my name. He asked me how I spelled it. I told him.

Then I asked him if he remembered the choreography from last week. He did and offered to show me. This time, my tummy remained perfectly still.

We didn't say much after we ran through the dance. I thanked him and said that I would look like a genius for our instructor and he chuckled. It was then that another one of our dance mates showed up and he practically ran over to the guy to say hello.

Yeesh.

Then I got stuck dancing with a girl for the whole class. So much for switching partners!

At the end of class, while I was talking to one of the girls, he came over and said goodbye to her but didn't acknowledge or say good evening to me.

And in that moment, I was over him.

Yep. Blep. Done.

My Friend JD

I feel so much better today. Three hot toddies did the trick and allowed me to regain control of my throat. It also made for a nice steady buzz in between naps. I make mine like this:

1 mug boiling hot water
1 regular tea bag put into hot water for only 30 seconds
2-3 tablespoons of natural honey
1 shot of Jack Daniels

Stir and enjoy!

My throat is still scratchy but not swollen and I could actually speak. Which I needed to do a lot today at work because apparently all hell breaks loose whenever I'm not there.

I saw BGK today. He informed me my boss had removed the computers from the staff lounge. When I approached my boss about this, I received the ever curt, "Tell him that I moved them. If he wants to use a computer, he can go to the student lounge." Ouch.

I relayed that info to my sweet BGK and he mumbled he'd just bring in his laptop. I told him that normally I'd push the issue but seeing how touchy my boss was, I didn't want to get fired. He said, "Oh they won't fire the glue." Sticky and sweet, that's me! BGK's compliment was the highlight of my day.

I'm currently sucking down a hot toddy before dance class. Mr. David is sure to be there tonight. I'm hoping I'll catch a nice buzz that will calm me down and forget about the fact that the love of my life is so close, yet so far away! Wait, I think I'm already catching that buzz... Mmmm......

Sucky Sick

I woke up this morning with my throat swollen almost all the way shut. I texted in sick, slept in for another few hours and when I finally got up, made myself a tea laced with JD.

I've been crying all morning. I'm crying because I'm sick, Haiti is in ruins, H&M cuts up clothes they don't sell, my friend wanted to make me a birthday cake, and that my future-sister-in-law's great aunt had 2 strokes in a week and has been given her last rights and a DNR order.

When I get like this, I start to question the meaning of life, the meaning of my life, and if it's just better that I end it now instead of waiting around for an earthquake or a stroke to kill me.

So I decided the best cure for this is to call my Dad. And he talked and talked about random stuff, which totally took my mind off everything. I love my Dad. And I will probably kill myself once the inevitable happens and he's no longer on this earth.

Today, I don't want to put anything in perspective. I want to wallow. I want to be miserable. I want to cry. I want to feel sorry for myself. And I want to blog about it without having to explain myself.

So for today, please keep your comments to yourself. Because today, I really don't give a flying fuck what you think.

Birthday Fail

My 35th birthday will be arriving in 3 weeks. And for such a blessed event, I decided I would throw myself the bash of the decade - a birthday prom!

Everyone I talked to about the idea agreed it was a totally awesome way to celebrate. So I went into full planning mode back in November. I decided I'd sell tickets for $20 just to cover the booze and I'd cover the rest. I found a rental hall, created a theme, created a website, put a PayPal button (credit to Beaner) on the site for easy payment, created a Facebook invite, emailed people, phoned people...

(sigh)

I honestly thought I was going to have to turn away people once I hit capacity. I've only sold 19 tickets to date, which is far from enough to make it worth while spending $500 on the rental hall. I'm out $250 on the deposit. That would have been some nice dough to spend on much needed work clothes.

I was really looking forward to this. I was going to look back on it and think, "Wow, that was legendary!" This party was going to make me forget about the fact that I'm divorced, childless, with no prospects on the horizon and have now reached the age where my reproductive abilities are exponentially deteriorating. Nevermind the fact that I totally need bifocals and my hips hurt every single day.

Now I'm going to look back on this milestone and think, "Oh that was the year I threw a party and no one came."

Happy effing birthday to me.

Well, If He Says So...

...it must be true.

I got an email this morning from BGK which simply said:

"You are awesome. Full stop."

That was such a nice thing to wake up to. Especially with the shit-tastic week I've had at work. I'm glad someone still loves me there.

It Didn't Matter What Colour I Wore

He wasn't there tonight.

But I did have a freaking fantastic time in the Showcase class.

I am pretty sure I'm going to stay in Showcase and dump S&T. I danced better tonight because I wasn't nervous. Don't get me wrong, I was still my usual total klutz self. I managed to snag my heel onto the bottom of my jeans which caused me to trip and almost take my partner down with me. But I was having FUN falling down this time!

And fun is exactly what I need in my life.

It'll suck not seeing Mr. David twirl around the floor anymore because he really is a wonderful dancer. But I will always have that one memory of floating around in a waltz with him for a few fleeting moments.

Besides, the Showcase dance is going to be a cha-cha, which means I'll get to wear a hot little costume that he'll definitely be seeing at the final show. And *then* he'll fall in love with me.

Why Didn't I Wear Black?

The Formation dance class I was supposed to take on Tuesday got cancelled, and with it, my guaranteed weekly gawking at Mr. David.

I was given the option of signing up for Styling & Techniques on Wednesdays or Showcase on Fridays. I told the nice lady at my dance school that I would do the Wednesday class for now, but I wanted to drop in on the Friday class before making a final decision.

I found out that the S&T class is taught by David's dance partner Nicole. I figured my chances of seeing him again would be better if I got into Nicole's class.

I came home from work, had a little bit of dinner and changed into brown cords (yes, those brown cords), a white tank top and a little gray sweater. I thought I looked casual but cute. I put on some mascara and brushed my hair and teeth. Then I said a little prayer to Sweet Baby Jesus asking him to bring David to me and headed out.

My class was being held in the upstairs studio, which is absolutely gorgeous. The main lights are kept pretty dim, and there are dozens of twinkling white lights hanging from the ceiling. All of the furniture is made out of gorgeous dark wood which gives the whole room a very cozy and warm feel. It was all dreamy and romantic as I walked into the space.

And there he was. *sigh*

He was twirling around by himself in a perfect dance hold, same as always. I said a mental thanks to SBJ for answering my prayer.

For a while, it looked like I was going to be the only one in class. But literally at one minute to the start of class, six more people walked in.

I noticed that everyone was paired off. I was the only one without a partner. And as I was noticing this, I also noticed that Nicole had gone over to speak to David. And then David started making his way over to our side of the studio. Which meant she had asked him to join in the class to be my partner. And that's when I started to panic. As I have mentioned in previous posts, David is a freaking superstar dancer. And I am ridiculously awkward.

Another thing I noticed was that all of the women were a Size 0, or less, if that's even possible. And they were all wearing black which made them practically disappear in the low lighting. I looked in the mirror standing next to David and suddenly I felt like a glowing elephant. White really shines even when low light hits it. And I swear I could see the cellulite on my thighs through my cords.

Nicole started the choreography for a waltz. Ugh. I missed waltz class while I was in Oz. However, the beginning seemed simple enough. A side-by-side grapevine.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Easy. I didn't trip or do anything dumb. Good start.

Then we joined hands into an explosion. I love saying that. All it means is we swept our free arms up, over our heads, and out to the side. But the tough part for me was HOLDING DAVID'S HAND.

I noticed he had a very light touch. And there was a bit of a callous on his palm, just under his middle finger. I hope he didn't notice how badly my hand was shaking.

Then the ladies supposed to twirl in towards their partner and continue around into a perfect waltz hold.

HA! Yeah. Did I mention how awkward I am?

David pulled me in and I twirled and crashed into him. There I was, trying to be graceful and light on my feet, and all I managed to do was provide further evidence that I am indeed an elephant.

He smiled at me and apologized. I looked up at him and mumbled my own apology. We got into proper dance hold and then started to waltz.

(Just to let you all know, the memory of this is making my heart thump wildly.)

In that first step, I almost fainted. I honestly had been dreaming about this for months. He is a strong leader but with a very light hold. His frame is delicious. I could have died right there in his arms.

We did the combination a few more times and my twirling got a little bit better. At one point while we were in hold, he looked down at me, wiggled his eyebrows and smiled at me. I totally turned into a little school girl and giggled. I'm such a DORK.

Then Nicole taught us the next part of the choreography. After showing us the steps, she took a few minutes to explain to us that the waltz is a romantic dance. We should look at our partners lovingly, like we were having the most beautiful and romantic Valentine's Day.

Well I knew I wouldn't have any problem with that. Up until then, I was trying my hardest not to look like a lovestruck goon.

So we danced the second part of the choreography which involved more hand holding. At the end of the combination I asked him what he thought and he said, "Good, except you need to work more on the emotion of the dance."

Seriously? I thought for sure he'd be scared of how in love I looked!

Then it was all over, because Nicole made us switch partners. I didn't get a chance to rotate back to him before the end of class.

And once class was finished, I ran away. I felt like such an idiot. I wasn't graceful, I wasn't emoting properly, and I couldn't think of ANYTHING to say to him. I didn't even wish him a Happy New Year. I had my chance to strike up a conversation with him and I totally blew it.

Now I'm torn. Do I stay in S&T or sign up for Showcase? I really want to be in a class where I can work on becoming more graceful. I also want to be in a class with him. But that would mean putting my awkwardness on display every week. Which would probably work against me in the whole plan to convince him he's in love with me.

All I am certain of is that I will be wearing black to dance class from now on.

Haiti

Last night, while I was enjoying an opening night performance of Rent in the front row, hundreds of thousands of people were killed or hurt by an act of Mother Nature. An earthquake absolutely leveled an entire country.

I really hope there is a God up in heaven.

My heart hurts.

Please donate to the Haitian Earthquake Relief Fund through the Red Cross or UNICEF.

Grrrrr

I know I'm in a bad mood when I want to kick homeless people.

My day started out bad when I woke up. My body is even more stiff and sore from my grandiose display of ineptness at walking on Sunday night. I could barely lift my arms up in the shower to shampoo my hair.

The day got worse standing around waiting for an eastbound streetcar for over 25 minutes. I saw five EMPTY westbound streetcars. But nothing heading east. When one finally did show up, there were about 100 of us trying to jam ourselves into the stupid tin can. Of course, there were many people who did not get on and had to continue waiting. I was one of the "lucky" ones who got to board. And I use the word "lucky" because I had to endure a guy's crotch in my face for the whole trip. That whole fiasco incensed me enough to actually write a complaint to the TTC, for the first time in the 10 years I've been living in Toronto and using the transit system.

Bad goes to worse at work where one of my students got into a shouting match with my equipment coordinator. After my abusive marriage, I have NO tolerance for yelling. Unless there is a fire, THERE IS NO REASON TO YELL AT ANYONE! (Yes, I'm yelling but you can't actually hear it.) I set the student straight, i.e. tore him a new one and sent him back to class. My equipment coordinator then threatened to quit and went home early.

And the last straw was the homeless guy smoking in the underground passage between my office building and the mall food court. Okay, so I know he's homeless and has to spend most of his time outdoors, but the LAW applies to EVERYONE and there is NO SMOKING in public buildings. Yes it sucks that he's homeless, but that doesn't mean he's above the law. It's bad enough he fucking shits and pisses in that passage way every night. But the fact that he's exposing me to CANCER CAUSING AGENTS really burns my skirt. Shit and piss don't cause cancer. Smoking does. All I wanted was a smoke-free walk from my office to the food court so I could finally get my lunch at 2pm because all hell was breaking loose at noon when I should have been eating.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

As shitty as today has been, I'm still grateful I'm alive, relatively healthy, employed and not homeless.

Flat On My Face

I've always been a klutz. I'm forever banging my elbows on door frames and my knees against my desk. I'll wake up with mysterious bruises. I'm tragically awkward.

That fact was demonstrated in spades last night as I was leaving my apartment building on my way to an open jam my friend was hosting at a local bar. My left foot got caught on something - thin air, I believe - and SPLAT! Face first on the cold pavement.

I managed to completely destroy a button on my nice red coat. I smashed my right knee and left elbow - both are ridiculously bruised today. And all the muscles in my body are sore and stiff. It feels very much like I've been in a car accident.

I gotta say though, I managed to save my face. Thank goodness I didn't knock any teeth out because I don't have dental benefits anymore.

I'm really, really glad no one was around to see my disastrous display of awkwardness. And I'm even more glad I didn't land in any dog poo.

I hope I don't do anything similar tomorrow at dance class. It's the first one of the new year and Mr. David will be there. First impressions and all that....

I'm NOT Like Sunday Morning

JUST BECAUSE I HAVE A HUGE RACK DOESN'T MEAN I'M EASY.

I don't get why guys come into my life and only want racy photos and dirty web cam chats with me.

This has happened to me more times than I care to count. The most recent with a guy I thought to be shy and decent and actually interested in getting to know me better.

We've gone out twice, and have been texting back and forth for a few weeks now. Last night he told me he was going to take a hot steamy shower. Then he offered to take a picture and show me, if I'd take a picture and show him back.

I put on the brakes and asked him flat out if we are going to start dating. He told me he wasn't ready to date anyone right now, but has enjoyed getting to know me.

"So how about that picture?"

I told him no thanks. I'm saving that fun activity for someone who wants to be with me.

Diamond Day

Today would have been Elvis Presley's 75th birthday, had he lived.

Today would have been my 4th wedding anniversary, had my marriage lived.

I'm sad The King is gone.

I'm not sad that my marriage is gone.

Sidewalk Porn Stars

I've been at my job for almost a year now, and I still get butterflies in my tummy whenever I see BGK. He's my age, totally cute, totally awesome, and a super duper nice guy.

I was on my way to Tim Hortons and I ran into him and another one of our esteemed instructors, who were making their way back to class.

BGK reached his hand out towards me. I reached back for a hand shake. He took my hand and instead of a hand shake, he gave it a kiss. I laughed and said, "Bestill my beating heart."

The other instructor then gave me a big hug. To which I responded, "Bestill my already bestilled heart!"

BGK then said, "Isn't this how a porno usually starts?"

I, of course, feigned shock to that remark. The three of us had a good laugh and off we went in opposite directions.

I had a big grin on my face walking into Tim Hortons. I *love* that I evoke dirty thoughts in him.

10N10

I went shopping with one of my best friends yesterday. A last hurrah before heading back up to my regularly scheduled life in Toronto.

I was on a mission for a pair of brown cords. It's damn cold out and I need something a little thicker than my usual array of polyester work pants.

We hit Reitmans (designed for real life!) and found the sale racks. There was a whole rack of pants on sale, many of which were the brown cords I was looking for! SCORE!

I perused the Size 12 section, as that is my size but couldn't find any brown cords. Boo. I did find a pair in Size 10.

Oh what the hell, I went to try them on anyway. At least that would keep me occupied while Jelly was trying on all sorts of pants in her size.

I pulled off my jeans and proceed to step into the cords. I was fully expecting them to get stuck around mid thigh, when lo and behold, they slipped on up with ease.

WHAAAAAAAAA? I haven't been a Size 10 since around 2006!

DOUBLE SCORE!!!!

Size 10 for $14.99. And that for sure, was a great way to start the new year!

Lesson Learned

Okay, this post is going to serve as a reminder to myself that I should not, and will no longer, put myself out there with men.

I met a guy. We flirted. Exchanged info. I then made it clear I wanted to get to know him better. He shot me down.

I know I've said this in the past, but this time it's for real.

I WILL NEVER SHOW AN INTEREST IN A MAN AGAIN. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF HE LOOKS LIKE BRAD PITT. UNLESS HE APPROACHES ME AND ASKS ME OUT, I AM BITING MY TONGUE.

I guess that's my first resolution of 2010. Happy New Year y'all.