Musings of Mopedkytten

2006-02-22T10:04:00.000-08:00

Well, it's been a long time and a million things have happened since I last blogged... My life is changing wildly and I can barely keep up with all of the changes but I must. The biggest one is that I am no longer able to be a lady of leisure... I must get out and find a full time job again, which I really am looking forward to doing for a multitude of reasons. Sooo, today I am going to a job fair at William Osler Health Care System's Peel Memorial Hospital in Brampton. They are offering "on the spot" interviews for jobs in the operating room which is my old stomping ground a few years back. The job fair is technically for "new grads" but since I haven't been working for 5 years, I sorta think I could qualify as a new grad and for this neat-o preceptorship (internship) that they are offering there... Here's hoping they might let me have a kick at the proverbial can! All they can do is say "no" or "yes" and I will just get on with the business of job hunting... I never saw myself living in Brampton (or Brambladesh as it is also known) but who knows? Onwards and upwards I say...

2006-01-04T17:51:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! I'm back from my cruise vacation and I had the time of my life! In this photo, it was just before midnight on the promenade of the ship where there were a thousand people gathered waiting to toast in the new year... I'm not sure how many glasses of champers I'd had by that time... I certainly was having a blast! :)

2005-12-13T17:47:00.000-08:00

Today was the big day! I purchased and put in my little sparkling diamond nose stud and I am soooo pleased with the result! I was a little scared at first to take out the one that they used at the piercing place, but I just grit my teeth and gingerly removed it without any pain or incident... The new one went in without any problems whatsoever and looks wunnerful, wunnerful as good old Mr. Welk would say. I can't stop looking at it in the mirror!

2005-12-11T05:35:00.000-08:00

My friend Jim sent me this pic of a car 'cos he knows that I am cat-crazy... Is this not the coolest car ever? If I was ever to get a car, it would have to be one like this! I am madly in love with this car, I even dreamt about it last night... Who needs a Mustang when you have this little morsel of cat-love? Goddess I love this car...

2005-12-04T15:59:00.000-08:00

I went to the Toronto Motorcycle Show yesterday and "tried on" some different models of Harley Davidsons to see which ones I felt most comfortable with. I sat on a Softail, Lowrider, and my ultimate fave; the Streetbob. However I had a tough time getting those bikes straightened and up off of their kickstands; it was a real struggle for little 'ole me! Sooo, I sat myself on a Sportster 883 "Low" and I had her up, off the stand and perfectly straight in 2 seconds flat. I...was...in...looooove... You can tell by the look on my face that I was hopelessly in love with that pretty, shining example of sex on wheels. Yep, gotta get that Fire Dispatcher job I'm applying for so that I can get me one those....

2005-11-25T18:28:00.000-08:00

Today I went birding with my friend Bruce from the moped posse. I have never in my life done this activity and it was really nice. We had the perfect day for it; it was sunny and not a cloud was in the sky and despite it being absolutely frigid out, there was very little wind and no snow blowing around. Bruce was very anxious to locate an owl and though we searched high and low, there were none to be found. However we did see, blue jays, junkos, finches, starlings, nuthatches and my personal favourites; chickadees. Bruce also enabled me to have an experience unlike any I had ever experienced before... He placed a few sunflower seeds in my hand and I held it out; with some patience and gentle sh-sh noises some chickadees bravely flew over and alighted on my hand and took the seeds! It was such a moving moment for me, a city dweller, and an urban pagan who despite having an abiding affinity for nature is forcibly tied to the city due to circumstances beyond her control... I almost cried because of the intensity of the connection I had with these tiny creatures when they gripped my fingers with their tiny feet and met my gaze with their sparkling little eyes before taking their treat and flying away... It was so wonderful to be away from all the concrete, steel and glass! Thanks Bruce; you made my soul dance and my heart smile...

2005-11-17T07:01:00.000-08:00

Yep, I'm gonna try it... I've signed up for a "teaser" or introductory class in pole dancing for "fun and fitness"... I paid my $25 and on December 5th I will join 11 other women in a studio and learn the very beginning basics of pole dancing from 2 instructors! If I like what I learn, I might just pony up some more dinero and sign up for Level 1 lessons which commence the first week in January '06 when I return from my cruise. There are 3 levels to complete in order to be completely competent and feel confident and comfortable on and around the pole. The classes are limited to 12 women so that everyone can get good instruction; and each woman gets her very own pole to use. I can hardly wait! WoooHOO!

It didn't hurt a bit. No, really it didn't!

2005-11-14T19:29:00.000-08:00

Woo Hoo! Got money today, put it in the bank and then went out and spent some of it... What did I spend it on? Well, I went and got my nose pierced. I got my right nostril pierced, not a septum piercing. I have wanted to have it done for ages now, and finally I did it and it was terrific. I went to New Tribe on Queen West and my piercer's name is Jon; he was absolutely superlative. Fast, personable and really gentle; I barely felt anything at all; from the piercing to the insertion of my nose stud... I am serious when I say that it didn't hurt at all. In fact it hurts a tiny bit now, and it is 8 hours after I had it done. I have a wee stainless steel ball on the right side of my nose, it is not what I really want, however I am stuck with it for 2 months until my piercing is healed. Then, I can get myself a lovely little diamond stud and put it in there and sparkle away! Of course my mother will be suitably traumatized, she has barely recovered from the tattoo I got over 10 years ago! Ah well, too bad, so sad; she has a rough time with anything that's a little bit eccentric and that means her eldest daughter and her escapades... I love it, however it is going to be a royal drag having to soak my nose twice a day in warm water and sea salt for next 2 months... My devil kitty Sammy likes to watch me do it and nudge my hand that is holding the "soaking bowl" and make me spill all over my shirt. I still love him... Good times, good times!

2005-11-12T07:23:00.000-08:00

If there is one thing that appalled me the most after this week of lectures that I attended, it was the horrific fact of child soldiers... The mere fact that children are exposed to the brutality of war is bad in itself; but that they are recruited and trained to fight and kill is so abominable. They are ruined emotionally, physically, and spiritually for the rest of their lives; in fact some of them don't have some semblance of a normal life or integrated back into society after the conflict is over. I heard a sad story related by a woman from Sierra Leone... In it a young man is brought back to his family (he had been taken at age 9 to become a soldier) after the conflict and he was introduced to his youngest sister. He asked her what had happened to her hands (amputations with machetes were common during the civil war there) and she said to him,"You don't remember cutting them off?" Apparently he had done that when he was 12 or 13 years old... He was a "veteran" at the age of 17, and he was so devastated by what he had done, that he committed suicide... How tragic... I cried unabashadly at that. War is hell for all, but more so for children; at least in my estimation.

2005-11-10T07:24:00.000-08:00

Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases. ~Chinese Proverb

2005-11-06T13:16:00.000-08:00

Here is my 3 year-old kitty Sammy. He is the trouble-maker in the household. I put my handbag beside him because the title is quite appropriate for him; Bad Kitty! One of my friends Liam maintains that The Sammer is just misunderstood; I know better!

2005-11-06T13:14:00.000-08:00

Here is my 4 year-old kitty Bella. She is the sweetie-baby in my household. She has a thang for momma's shoes and can often be found pushing them around the kitchen with her forehead or her cheek!

2005-11-05T20:27:00.000-08:00

I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love. ~Mahatma Ghandi It's Peace Week, sponsored at the University of Toronto, starting tomorrow and it runs all week. I plan to go to a lot of the lectures and films and stuff they have going...

2005-11-05T14:50:00.000-08:00

Yep... So much for the crazy scarf... It had to go into the garbagio when I got home from my errands today. The Gladiator kitties turned into the Terminator kitties; they somehow got at my scarf and wool and tangled and tore the whole shebang to smithereens! Yours truly had to hang onto every single shred of self control that she possessed in order NOT to grab both errant felines and create avant garde art in the form of pelts and penny nails plastered on the livingroom wall... Ah the joys of being the staff of cats; you see we own dogs, but we are truly the staff of cats... Sigh... Note to self: Hide the blasted wool next time! :)

2005-11-04T19:28:00.000-08:00

Rosa Parks... I know it's a little late but, rest in peace Great Lady...

At 12:30 p.m. last night...

2005-11-04T05:58:00.000-08:00

I got rid of the teensy tiny kidney stone that was causing me such misery... Yeppers, a wee "klink" noise along with the almost instantaneous relief of pain told yours truly that I would be a healthy girl once again! I went to sleep and slept deeply for the rest of the night. I arose this morning with birds of joy twittering (only in my head 'cos of course this is fall, not spring!) and now I'm going to be able to ride my 'ped pain-free! Oh happy day! :)

This morning finds me...

2005-11-03T04:37:00.000-08:00

Still sore, probably a little more sore than I should be 'cos I was ridin' my ped yesterday (!) but it was worth every single jolt and bump and sting that I experienced to feel the wind rushing around my body and across my face... The doc in emerg told me that my right side (where the pain is) would feel yucky for a few days until everything resolved in there, so I have accepted this and won't let it get me down. I just take an extra-strength Tylenol every once in awhile and just live my life! Thanks to all of youse guys who have sent me well wishes via my blog and email; I send you big hugzzz! :)

Adventure at St. Mike's...

2005-11-02T05:56:00.000-08:00

So yeah... I spent all of yesterday laying in a stretcher at St. Mike's hospital in severe pain and getting pumped full of narcotic pain killers, anti-inflammatories and anti-emetics whilst they stuck me full of needles, and sent me through diagnostic imaging! What was the problem? Weeell, it seems that I either suffered a really nasty ruptured ovarian cyst orrrrr I have a kidney stone that is too small to show up on diagnostic imaging but is big enough to have caused me horrible pain. This morning finds me fighting off the remains of a narcotic hangover (I HATE narcotics, but they were an absolute neccessity yesterday) and I still have some pain, but it is tolerable and not enough to keep me from doing the things I need to do today. I hate it when my body malfunctions so dramatically; the last time it did that was when I was diagnosed with diabetes and that was a while ago. The time before that was when I was fighting cancer. Oh well, this was minor compared to those episodes! Off I go to start my day! :)

Thank the Gods for friends...

2005-10-31T04:25:00.000-08:00

Thanks for listening and keeping the secrets of my careworn soul. It makes all the difference in my complicated world...

Old song, but lyrics feel the pain...

2005-10-29T16:03:00.000-07:00

...Trying to be good
By not being 'round
And here in the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart
That stupid old bug
That kills only love
I want to be good
Is that not enough
So play me the song
That makes it so tough
Another nail for my heart...

"Another Nail for My Heart" ~SQUEEZE

Aye Caramba!

2005-10-28T13:50:00.000-07:00

Come here, go away, come here, go away... It's a wonder I'm not blasted @#$%^&*'n bald, crazy and severely alcoholic by now. Grrrr... Men... 'Nuff said.

The Butt-Ugly Scarf...

2005-10-27T14:42:00.000-07:00

Yours truly is knitting... Yep... I am knitting a scarf for myself. I have this great "warm-up beanie" that I have left over from my rock-climbing days that fits under my moped helmet and it also looks good on its own... But I don't have a scarf ta go wit' it. So I bought a "kit" to make a crazy scarf and it is going to be one crazy-ass scarf. In fact it is going to be butt-ugly but I don't care, I am going to wear it with pride 'cos I made the @#$%^'n thing! I think this lady who owns a knitwear boutique makes up these kits out of remnants of wool that she has lying around after her garments are created. It makes for a really funny-looking scarf, let me tell you. Anyways, I can't write anymore 'cos I've gotta get back to my knitting. I'm a-feared I'm getting addicted; knit, purl, knit, purl...

Twisted Colour Change...

2005-10-25T05:26:00.000-07:00

Yours truly went to IKEA last night to purchase new bedside tables. The old ones were made of wicker and a certain orange-striped cat (which shall remain nameless) scratched them to shreds. After almost dropping one of the unwieldy, unassembled packages on the broken digit in the parking lot, I managed to get them upstairs, out of their wrappings and ready for assembly... IKEA directions are really ridiculous; I just glance at them and then toss them away and "do it myself"...

I never, ever wear socks or shoes in my abode... Even now with the aforementioned broken toe flapping in the breeze. I cannot stand my feet being cooped up all the time. Don't worry, I'm getting to the part that relates to the title of my blog entry!

After assembling these two bedside tables and during the time I was letting the gladiator cats sniff them and rub their heads all over them, I began to contemplate the injured digit. It has now become a gross burgundy colour and it is twisting a bit! Now, as a former jazz/modern dancer and a diabetic I don't have feet that could model toenail varnish, but sheesh... I'm not pleased. I guess I will have to be happy with the fact that the pain has appreciably lessened even though (vain me thinks) the toe is ugly as sin...

I guess guys who have a foot fetish are out! Jest kiddin' I wouldn't want to date someone who was hung up on just my feet anyways...

The bedside tables look really great and the orange one is miffed...

The @#$%& 'n Cat Fight...

2005-10-23T16:45:00.000-07:00

I am in pain right now. It's not horrible, but it's damn annoying and frustrating. I broke my toe late this morning after running to referee a fight that was escalating from playful to nasty between my two cats... Yep the fur began flying and the occasional grunt was cresting into screeching and growling so I made a mad dash toward the dueling combatants (with spray bottle in hand) and my left foot struck the leg of the coffee table, the second-to-baby toe taking the brunt of the blow. The spray bottle crashed to the floor, I yelled an expletive and the cats scattered on their own volition... Thankfully it's only the top bone that is broken; the rest of the toe and foot are okay. I now have a little fleshy marble on my top of my toe; the nail is varnished pink and the skin is a lovely violet shade that I wish they could duplicate for an eyeshadow colour! I am going to lie down and elevate my foot and put some ice on it to help with the swelling. Tylenol is helping with the throbbing...

Damn those @#$%^& 'n cats, next time they can fight to the death just like gladiators. Imagine that; the Roman Colosseum in my livingroom!

I love this movie...

2005-10-23T09:03:00.000-07:00

'Nuff about the romance stuff; I know, I know, save the drama for yer mama!

Last night I watched "The Motorcycle Diaries" again. It has surplanted "Como Agua para el Chocolate" as my all-time favourite movie in both English and Spanish language categories. Why you ask? Well, because it gets me thinking about matters greater than that of mundane everyday things and gets me out the "all about me" mode of thought that a goodly portion of us in society tend to do.

Not only is the film cinematically brilliant; the scenery, the photography, the directing, as well as the cast are all exemplary; but the story is candid and true to the writings of the main characters of Alberto Granado and Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I find it particularly moving to watch the evolution of Ernesto from the young, carefree medical student to the impassioned, fledgling revolutionary "Che". I am deeply distressed (time and again) by the poverty and misery that the poor and (especially) indigenous people endured throughout Latin America and the leper colony at San Pablo breaks my heart in pieces. I can only imagine what it must have been for Alberto and Che to experience it first-hand...

I think about what went wrong with Che. He had a wonderful vision when he started out; his heart and soul were on fire and in the right place; but it ended badly in my estimation. Revolution is fine, but does someone have to become saturated with power, associate with the likes of Castro, order executions of people, and ultimately be executed himself in the nowhere in Bolivia to accomplish his goal? I don't think so, however this is the path he took, and he walked the walk and talked the talk, so I can't get down on him for that. He deviated so far from the compassionate young man and got lost in a jungle of power from which he couldn't extricate himself, I suppose. I know there are those who venerate him and will criticize me for my musings and that is perfectly fine, I am a much gentler revolutionary and I guess I just gravitate more to the younger "Fuser" instead of the older "Che".

I also wonder about using my abandonned nursing skills to go and help out in impoverished Latin America. Working as a nurse in Ontario is a thankless task that I endured for 17 years until I burned out, never to return again. However the more I think about it, the more appealing it becomes to perhaps utilize them in a place where people would be eternally grateful for my care, instead of bitching and whining that I don't do it soon enough or often enough... Hmmmm....

Lots of thinking on a gloomy, rainly Sunday afternoon.

Kytten on the 'Nip...

2005-10-22T16:28:00.000-07:00

Been tryin' out some catnip a friend gave me and now I'm feelin' a little introspective...

The thing is, is that OG is not really "OG" but "TG" or "The Guy"... Why deny it, dance around it? Yep, I like him for many reasons, not the least of which are his intelligence, his love for music, his zest for life and reverence for the earth, and his love of his children. I also like the fact that he is a perfect gentleman whenever we are alone together. I know that sounds rather odd coming from yours truly after reading my profile, (and for anyone who has met me in person) because I come across as very flirtatious and naughty. Yet, I do like someone who is playful yet polite and doesn't try to maul me to death everytime I'm in their presence. I'm quite old-fashioned when it comes to romance; just holding hands and kisses make me go weak in the knees! I know, I know, I must sound quite silly... Especially since I ride a moped that looks like a mini-chopper and wear black clothes and a black leather jacket with a red barbed wire "tattoo" sewn around the sleeve! Oh well, I have been described as a "charming contradiction"...

My personal motto is a quote by Napoleon Bonaparte; (found below) the longer I live, the more relevant it becomes...

"The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one's self to destiny." ~Napoleon Bonaparte

The Trouble Is...

2005-10-22T06:28:00.000-07:00

I sorta like someone else... I am ambilvalent about BB because I do have a thang for someone else, as well as the fact that BB has a very dark past that he is running from which is far too lengthy to discuss on a blog. However Other Guy (hereafter known as OG) knows that I'm alive, but pretends not to a goodly portion of the time. OG also happens to be over 40 and herein lies the problem I think. He comes in and out of my life in a very serendipitous manner; just when I think he isn't going to pay any more attention to me, Boom! He shows up either through email, phone or in person and I'm gaga again. I'm such an eejit... :(`````

Oh yesssss, this is how it's supposta be....

2005-10-21T10:06:00.000-07:00

First, the confession... I lied on the MA about my age. I'm older than 32; I'm 42. But, I don't FEEL 42 I don't even feel 32! I don't look 42 either, except when I smile and one sees the extra lines around the eyes... But that's that and I'm going to move right along.

Yesterday handsome biker boy (hereafter known as BB) comes to pick me up on his Harley. He takes down his glasses partway and gives me an appraising glance up and down as I walk towards his bike and says, "Girl you are smokin', get on the back of my bike and I'll take you for a ride!" My knees almost turn to rubber... BB manoeuvers the machine out onto Queens Quay and then up Bathurst and we are cruising... He is soooo slim, even through all the layers he has on, I cuddle tighter to him and start to purr; the "cougar" is contented... ;) He takes me to my kitty visit and then we head out for Mexican food; he is a self-proclaimed afficionado of it and being a chef, he is very discerning about where he will eat it. He had never dined at "Fiesta Azteca" on Bayview so we went there and he was absolutely enthralled; I certainly picked a winner, although he said that the fried icecream was not truly fried, however it was a tasty dessert. Ah to be young again and not care about what passes through one's lips; BB stuffed all of his dinner and half of mine into himself as well as most of the dessert! All the while he complimented me about how lovely I looked. He also shyly admitted that he had gone to work and told his colleagues that he had met a really hot cougar! When I asked him what their reaction was, he said everyone except the "American guy" started whistling and teasing him; he figured that the American guy didn't know what the term meant, although he started laughing "rather evil tone" when he was enlightened. After dinner we dropped his bike off at his place (I did NOT go in) went to Kensington Market to the brown cafe there and smoked some combustible herbage and chatted for awhile. Then we parted ways... He is 12 years younger and very eager to "worship at the throne of Queen Cougar" as evidenced last night by his enthusiatic "good-bye", however I don't know... It is very flattering and a refreshing change from the cold indifference that get from guys my own age who prefer stupid girls of the early 20-30 age group! BB did say that cougars are far more fun, much sexier and they are much lower maintenance emotionally and psychologically than "the younger set" and that's why he finds them infinitely more appealing! I just don't know...

A Close Encounter of the Worst Kind.... With a Taxi

2005-10-19T18:42:00.000-07:00

Yep... When I decided to get a 'ped, I got the "Motorcyclist's Handbook" and learned how to ride a motorized two-wheeled vehicle properly on the public roads. One thing that really stuck in my mind was the proper position in whichever lane I was riding in on the road... I actually have been complimented by cops when I have been riding along on my riding posture AND my lane position! So, anyhoo... This evening I am riding along in the right-hand lane on Queen St. West, IN THE PROPER POSITION near a "double streetcar" which stops at University Avenue to let out passengers. I stop near the very back doors and I am waiting. I feel the heat of a car coming close to my right leg. A dumb-ass taxi-driver is trying to squeeze past me and race past the street car! So I push my 'ped further into the middle of the lane and yell "Excuse me"(his window was open) and give him an over-the-shoulder scowl. The streetcar closes its doors and I proceed forward, the light changes and I accelerate more, all of a sudden, this a--hole taxi-driver floors it in front of the streetcar, blaring his horn at me, cuts me off (misses my elbow by 2 inches) and the streetcar only to stop at McCaul. I am slowing down at McCaul and I end up beside him; he looks at me and I give him the finger and mouth "F---K YOU" at him before leaving him stuck behind 2 cars trying to decide where to go next on Queen Street. If I had have had my pen knife handy I would've ridden along and scratched the paint on his car... I saw I bike courier do that this morning (with his key) to a taxi driver who cut him off on the Danforth. Those taxi drivers are brutal... This is week 2 without any chocolate bars; can ya tell?

Running out of gas CAN be fun!

2005-10-19T06:15:00.000-07:00

So, last night I'm burning it up Parliament St. on the 'ped on my way to the Pape and Danforth area to visit a kitty client and my damn gas runs out. "@#$%"! I think as I get off and start pushing her (yes, my 'ped is a she!) up Parliament to the Shell gas station at Richmond. As I am putting her up on the kickstand by a pump, a guy on a really hot Harley comes in and parks on the other side of said pump and starts fueling up. I have just finished filling her up and was putting the hose back when I hear "Hey! That's one cute little moped ya got there, it looks like a mini-chopper!" I look up and it's biker guy and he is smiling and walking around her checking her out... I thank him graciously and he continues to engage me conversation and it dawns on thicko me that dude is trying to pick me up... I decided to let him as he is absolutely gorgeous and very young too! We go over to the other side of the pump and look at his baby; 2004 Sportster Sport and it's gorgeous; burgundy and cream paint job, lots of chrome and rumbles wonderfully. His name is Greg and he asks me to go out for coffee so I say yes. He rides up with me to see kitty (he waits outside) and then we go for a nice leisurely cruise through the city and stop at the Second Cup on Queen St. W. and chat for quite a while. He wants me to go home with him to smoke some weed and chill; I say no (very nicely, mind you!) I didn't want to "toke and ride" on my 'ped. He's crestfallen, but then insists that we do coffee and then dinner on Thursday (one of his days off during the week; he's a chef) so I say yes... Damn, running out of gas CAN be fun! :)

How could anyone admit to doing this job?

2005-10-17T17:13:00.000-07:00

Today started out as an amazing day... I met my friend (and hairstylist) Heather at the Toronto Climbing Academy for some hardcore climbing action in the afternoon. We climbed for 3 hours and had a great time; she hadn't climbed for 5 years and I for 10! It didn't take us long to get back in the groove and we were feelin' the burn and having a great time. I made the mistake of parking on Broadview Avenue and we ran late... Only 15 minutes late, but there is no grace period as far as those f#$%&*g parking "cops" are concerned... They towed the SUV away... I NEVER drive the damn thing, but Heather doesn't drive and so I thought I would drive the hulk and take her home afterwards so she wouldn't have to stand and wait for the transit on tired, shakey post-rock legs. So, we ended up taking the "rocket" (anyways) to the Eastern Avenue impoundment lot and I had to pay $111.28 to get the vehicle out and I still have to pay the @#$%^&* $60.00 ticket! What really burns my ass is the fact that if Heather and I had've arrived 5 minutes later, we wouldn't have known where the @#$% it had gone! There are SO many impoundment lots around the city; the parking "cop" was rude and I had to pry the information out of him. I really wanted to bitch-slap his face (and watch the flubber wag back and forth) in payment for his insolence towards me. I certainly was very polite and he didn't have to behave the way he did to me or to Heather. What a prick.... As you can see I am not fond of these people; I would rather wash toilets than do that job... It's the lowest of the low... The only parking fines that are relevant are in front of fire hydrants and emergency/hospital access routes... Grrrrrr! 'Nuff said. I'm going to have a drink of wine and mellow out.

You meet the nicest people on a.... Harley???

2005-10-16T07:10:00.000-07:00

Well, yesterday was a rather serendipitous day on many levels...

I decided to drop in on my hairstylist Heather and give her "carte blanche" with my hair and she squealed like a teenager and went to work. The results are quite appealing if I do say so myself, and so I zoomed off on my 'ped feeling a little apprehensive, sans la blonde hair peeking out from underneath my helmet...

I didn't have to wait long for some fun... It came cruising on up to me at a stoplight at Queen and Woodbine on two Harley-Davidsons and a Buell! Three bikers guys asked, yes *asked* little 'ole me if they might accompany me for a little ride along Queen Street! They complimented the 'ped and they *really* complimented me to the point that I was blushing and I almost never blush. So, the four of us rode along at a companionable rate of 45 km/hr and they asked me to come with them for a beer at the Black Bull but I had to decline as I was going to look after a kitty client... Too bad, I woulda liked to have gone and had a beer wit' da big boyz! So, I turned right at Sherbourne and they blew me kisses(!) and there ended the highlight of my day!

Yep... I had me some fun today and I wasn't a blonde any longer. Funny that...

Do Blondes Have More Fun?

2005-10-14T06:37:00.000-07:00

I was born with insipid mousey brown hair; the genetic consequence of a mother with red hair and a father with raven black hair. Why oh why couldn't I have been blessed with either one of those hair colours? At any rate I have never been one to be shy when it comes to experimenting with my hair either with style or colour. I decided that I would go blonde now that my locks are reaching my shoulders. I wanted to see if there is truth to the statement "Blondes have more fun." I think it's a pile of shite. I don't think I've had any more fun than I did when I dyed my hair red, black, dark brown, or violet! I think I'm having less fun to be quite truthful. Men seem to want to flirt with one when they are blonde, but that's about all; it's like one is not worthy of anything more than flirtation... They don't want to take you or treat you seriously on any level... Grrr... I'm seriously thinking about changing my hair colour to something else... My hairstylist Heather is going to laugh when I tell her this, I just know it.

Grrrrr.... I HATE inclement weather....

2005-10-13T22:34:00.000-07:00

Good grief, it has been absolutely lousy weather here in Toronto for the past week. Cold, damp, drizzle and gray skies with no sun at all for days on end. I took my moped out today for the first time since last Sunday's ride with the RCMP (Royal Canadian Moped Posse) It drizzled and I had to putter and dodder along like an old lady and that made me very crabby indeed! Yours truly likes to ride full-tilt on her 'ped and it was almost unbearable having to putt-putt along at a snail's pace to avoid spinning or wiping out. When oh when will this damn precipitation and crappy gray sky go away?????