Feuding femmes

I love reading some of the nonsense that come out of the mouths of Hollywood Celebrities.

This news of a feud between Seth Rogen and the guys from Entourage for example. Honestly, does it really matter what one overpaid actor thinks of another actor? How about instead of complaining and mocking one another they simply continue making their millions and let the public make fun of them instead?

Don't get me wrong I like Seth Rogen and the guys from Entourage (except when Adrian Grenier decided he wanted to date Paris "I've-flashed-my-plumbing-to every-photog-imaginable" Hilton - ew!) but does the public really need to hear about their little bitchfest. C'mon ladies pick up your prada purses, buy a latte and get your knickers out of a twist.

Men! Geez.

Tell me a secret

Do you have something that you want to get off your chest? C'mon tell me a secret, I won't share it with the world I will simply file it away for the days when I need a good laugh. Or when I feel I need someone to help me scatter evidence and/or bury the bodies (yep that was intentionally plural).

So don't delay!

Email me today to share your deepest and darkest, please note the secrets shared become the sole property of Life of what ifs and all subsidiaries thereof. If for some reason respondents wish to rescind submissions of secrets, please submit in writing (via email) your request to have your secret returned to you, ensuring to detail the context of the aforementioned secret. Those requests will be reviewed and deleted in the order in which they are received.*

Email your secrets to: you.can.reach.mena@gmail.com


* Ayres don't email me your secrets, those I do not already know are of no interest as I'm already part of all the good ones. lol

Not again...

Mystery bruises are going to be the death of me, well maybe not the death of me but they are annoying.

Getting out the the shower this morning I found 8 bruises that I have no idea where they came from. In fact there's one on my thigh that is the size of a cellphone and it's purple!! You'd think I'd remember when something like that happened.

This is ridiculous.

To ink or not to ink

I'm considering a fourth tattoo but the question becomes where do I put it?

As with my other three tattoos, I told my mom that I wouldn't get anymore but now I'm getting antsy. There's a certain adrenaline kick that only comes from getting a tattoo and when people say that tattoos are addictive they aren't kidding.

With each new tat I gave myself at least a year in between so that I really thought it through and didn't end up with some heart/butterfly/guy's name etc that I would eventually regret.

I want to get the motto from my family crest, Amo (to love). It's been about 3 or 4 years since the last one and I've known for sometime what I want to get but am now troubled with where to put it, especially since it will have to be somewhere that my mother won't see. This is a bigger problem than it sounds, mainly because when I go home for a visit she has a tendency not to knock before she waltzes into my room.

This may take some more pondering....or I just hope for the best that my mom has decided to give up on the tattoo aversion.

Trying to survive the week

So in an attempt to kill some time I decided to hit "Next blog" link at the top of the page. While I clicked through numerous blogs I was amazed at the number of blogs coming up that weren't in English. We're talking Spanish, German, Arabic, Polish and what I'm going to assume was Chinese(?).

Why is it when I want to kill time I can't find anything to read? Oh well, I moved on to TheOnion.com

I have a feeling that this week is going to feel about a month long seeing that as of Friday, July 24 at 4pm I will be on vacation and needn't be anywhere near a desk/computer/fax/copier etc until I go back to work on August 10. AAhh I can't wait.

Two weeks of playing in the pool with my nephews and taking them to the zoo. Sitting in the sun (hopefully) and relaxing with a good book. Working my way through the rest of the case of beer in the kitchen. BBQs. A night at the theatre with my mom (we're going to see the Sound of Music). And just all in all being lazy. Sleeping in, staying up late, visiting family/friends, it's going to be fabulous.

In tomorrow I'm meeting a girlfriend to go shopping for a new bikini and I can't wait. I honestly don't understand why women generally hate swimsuit shopping. Needing a swimsuit would normally indicate that you are on vacation or at least have a pool/beach to hangout at on weekends.

Seriously where's the problem??

IDOIT = YOURS TRULY

I've come to the conclusion that it would be nice if there was at least one person in my life that I could confide absolutely everything to and that they would be so kind as to tell me I'm an idiot.

There are people in my life who believe that they know everything about me and while they may know a great deal of information (some incriminating stuff as well, which is probably why I keep them around) they don't know me wholly. Not even my best friend, who I've known for 22 of my 27 years!

The last 48 hours has seen me do some stuff that, to be honest, I'm not exactly thrilled about and there is no one I can talk to about it. Except of course for the one witness to these events and that is the last person I want to talk to because they just won't get it. Or they'll get their feelings hurt or something and right now I just can't think about that crap. At the moment I'm feeling annoyed, frustrated, stupid, disappointed, disenchanted, dim-witted, exhausted, brainless and just plain crummy.

This weekend has shown me that I'm not the person that I thought that I was and that is COMPLETELY disheartening.

How do you make amends for something that you can't talk about with anyone?

Visits from friends back home

Hello world.

With a friend visiting from back home I thought that it might be nice to do something interesting and semi-new. So we headed out to La Fleche Aerial and Adventure Park and went zip lining. Nothing quite like strapping yourself into a harness and flying through the trees of Gatineau, Quebec, ahhh good times!

That was then preceded by dinner and beers...a few more beers and blogging at 4 something am, fun. I am a little schemammered at the moment but need to finish beer before bed. Visits from friends from "back when" is kinda...well interesting would be a good word.

Will write more when not so intoxicated. Hope everyone has a nice weekend. It rained here, we got all wet. boo urns!

(Sobered up, came back and corrected the multitude of spelling mistakes. One should not blog or email following a few beers, especially when you don't normally drink to begin with. Ugh.)

Lie detector?

This is without contest as good a reason as any to get a man drunk. . . . the truth (& champagne) will set you free. (^_^) I crack me up.

"Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector. It encourages a man to be expansive, even reckless, while lie detectors are only a challenge to tell lies successfully."

- Graham Greene, English Writer

I admit it: I'm a terrible blogger!

AacK!

Another 7 months have flown by...seriously where have they gone?? Living in Ottawa it doesn't feel like January was seven months ago maybe two, three at most. But that probably has more to do with the fact that winter accounts for about 7 or 8 months out of the year. Haha I jest I jest, it's only about 6.5 months!

♪ ♫ I am slowly going crazy ♪ ♫ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, SWITCH ♪♫ slowly going, am I crazy? 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, SWITCH.....♪ ♫ ♪ ♫