Sexless in the City

I don't want to walk to work.

2005-04-10T14:30:00.000-05:00

Damn Toronto Transit Commission, it's two bloody hours! I guess I will just have to think of it as getting ready for swimsuit season!

What I have recently learned: I may not be a good liar to others, but I seem to have been doing a bang on job with myself.

Also don't take threats from Mikevil lightly...sniffle

My name is Pooky, and I am a Catholic

2005-04-08T23:10:00.000-05:00

You may Have noticed I have not been around recently. Frankly my friends it has been for my own protection,

I can be queen of the overshare, that said, here is the dealio, I started a new job on Monday, I traded one behemoth for another, I am having a very weird thing with someone who I know is not for me... why I do this is something that could probably only be solved with therapy..sigh..

But to the title.....

I am catholic. Even though much of what it means make me angry. I come from the viewpoint of.. fuck off it was how I was raised and when bad things have happened (friends dying, people being mean ect.) I have, believe it or not, taken solace in the main message of my faith (Mikevil can confirm I don't throw it down the throats off others, or expect those I am involved with to tow the line) it's mine Motherfucker!

Here comes the problem. I love my faith, I'm not to sure about the humans in charge of directing it. JP2 was the most traveled pontiff. He visited Mosques and Temples... my friends this is a major thing! Think of it this way, the head of a different Church went to others and respected them... find that in other religions I dare you.

I could go on and on about issues.... Celibacy...Women...Icky things that involve lawsuits. But I see things as a positive, they are being discussed, What other established religion can you name me that has those issues (they all do) that has been so open to media scrutiny, and seem to be making headway,

I saw a priest on CNN(I know I am so naive) who said it perfectly. Women in the church, condoms, married priests, those will all happen. Survival is a very funny thing. What matters most is that the message not be lost.

I have taken a lot of flack in my life for believing in a higher power, for believing that Someone loves me so much that they let me loose here to find my own way, for Someone who has told me to love those around me and not to judge, unless I was prepared to be judged myself, to turn the other cheek when someone crapped on me, to treat others as how I would be treated.

Not a bad message.

Like anything else in this world, you get out of it what you put in to it.

What I have recently learned: Bitch I have spiritual sense. Don't mess with the Mojo, and by the by, go in peace.

Sorry

2005-04-04T11:15:00.000-05:00

Haven't posted in a while, will write something brilliant tonight!

Maybe it's the Red Hair?

2005-02-24T11:25:00.000-06:00

Poor Mikevil how he has managed to be on the receiving end of my neurosis for the last almost six years I don’t know. He sure got an earful this morning. I sometimes think when he moves on to a new job, he will probably tell me he “doesn’t have a phone” at his new desk, so don’t bother calling.

The newest problem is the Ipod of EVIL. I think the internal battery is wonky, it died overnight for no reason, sigh. This will go with the wonky phone I bought (and had replaced) last week. Then there is the computer issue I had over Christmas that sucked up approx 12 hours (really) of Just Mark’s time, which culminated in my purchase if Mik’s Emac, which knock on wood hasn’t shown any signs of wonkiness yet.

Have I mentioned that every time I use my oven the fire alarm goes off?

Maybe it’s me. I called my mother I wasn’t born on a Wednesday, no large dogs followed her, no black cats crossed her path and she didn’t see any sparrows. I don’t think I was born under a bad sign, but somehow it seems when it comes to anything technological I am cursed. Things just seem to not work or if they are wonky it’s in a way that nobody has seen before. Maybe I was meant to be a Luddite.

Have I mentioned that my phone (landline) is very crackly and Bell won’t fix it unless I shell out big bucks.

Enough complaining, if I am cursed so be it, I will trudge forward bravely, be it internal battery problems, the blue screen of death, or anything, darn it!

Anyways I have bigger fish to fry! I am officially declaring project “Sex for Pooky” , having grown increasingly tired of what was a sucky dating life that has now turned into a sucky no dating life, I have decided to reach out to the blogoshpere for help! Do you have any strategies, advice, can you show me how to make neurotic look fetching. The lines are open.

What I learned today: A diet coke at 8 in the morning is sometimes exactly what you need.

Pitching a wobbly in the bog

2005-02-23T12:11:00.000-06:00

There is nothing like Farch (Feb-March) to bring a girls spirits down. Crying in the company loo was a last emotional straw. Lack of sunlight, hockey and anything resembling a dating life has left me in a not so happy place. I can feel myself closed off from the world and adding big shiny new bricks to the emotional wall I surround myself with.
In order to alleviate some of the inner turmoil, I did, after the crying jag, go downstairs and buy some shoes. They are pointy and pink and fabulous, retail therapy at its finest! Then with the shoe band-aid in place I went for a run. I made sure to jump in puddles and stomp on the heads (yes when I run I sometimes run over imaginary people as a stress reliever) of all the asshats who have let me down.
I then take stock of what I do have, great friends, a family I not only love but actually like, a really cool bitch of a pussy, and I am pretty cute and funny, not a bad place to be.

I just wish my seratonin levels would get with the program.

What I learned recently: When you live alone scary movies stay with you long after you have returned them to Blockbuster.

V-Day

2005-02-14T11:21:00.000-06:00

I know that today is just another day quite the other 364 in a given year, that being said, sensitive soul that I am I would just like to share. "Boy am I bummed about being single". Any other day I can handle it fine, way it goes, suck it up Pooky and keep slogging away.

I packed my lunch today (I never pack a lunch) so I could avoid the throngs of men and women carting flowers and chocolates through the metro underground, a very large reminder that baby none of them is for you!

So I have done some research and have found that today February 14th is "Wine Growers Day" albeit in Bulgaria, but I hate details.

So there it is, those who know me, know me loveses the grapeses. So happy Wine Growers Day! And I think I know how I'm going to celebrate!

What I learned this weekend: Giving up wine for Lent was highly unrealistic.

Sales pitch

2005-02-09T13:36:00.000-06:00

Ok, so here's the pitch.

I'm looking for someone who can appreciate a woman who is a little bit funny haha and a little bit funny hmmm. I am energetic and outgoing and have a really sweet side. I would love for you to possess the very same qualities. At the end of the day I am looking for a partner in crime who wants to get up off the couch and go out to do some of the smart, fun, and sometimes frivolous things our city invites us to try. If your idea of a fun night is staying in playing video games, scroll on by. I am an active participant in life and hate to waste my time (and yours too!).

Everyone has some baggage from their past life, I'm just hoping yours is carry-on and goes somewhat goes with mine. If you have been through a break-up recently, maybe you could use a little more time to yourself before you start dating again. Confidence is one of the sexiest things in the world so I'm keeping my eyes open for a man who knows who he is and is comfortable in whatever skin he inhabits. Things like, ambition, passion, and a general ability to hold your own during a conversation are always nice to see as well.

Please have a picture to share. If you can't show me your face then you have issues I don't want to deal with.

Not all serious but it is a jumping point (thanks Mikevil)

What I have learned recently: Fear is the price you pay for having an imagination.

What can I say?

2005-01-20T13:00:00.001-06:00

Hello folks what can I say about my tardiness in posting. I just got nothing to say, and it has been far too much fun to just read instead of post.

Please check out Dantallion's canon as it is quite good for a chuckle right now. Caesar faboo has also been quite witty as usual, Mikevil is there too.

Will try and come up with something serviceable later.

Ack..............

Ack...

2005-01-20T13:00:00.000-06:00

I'm in a rut so deep I could hang posters. Wine, wine, wine, wine. There now I feel a little better.

So what if I gained the body weight of a seven year old over the holidays.

So what if I can't get a date to save my life (qualify as decent)

So what if I can't seem to get hired for the jobs I want.

I have new white trash neighbors who move in a t midnight, on a school night - yippee!

Wine, wine, wine, wine.

Well at least I will have a new computer soon (Mikevil is selling me his Apple) and in the mean time JustMark has been helping me with trying to keep my heap of junk a going concern.

At least I have got some pretty amazing friends.

Stay tuned for my lava ad, to be previewing soon.

What I learned today: You can function on three hours sleep, barely, but you can function.

The Accidental Wingman

2005-01-17T10:37:00.000-06:00

Well had a pretty hectic weekend taking my 19 year old cousin from Oz for a tour of our fine city, and sampling some of it’s attractions. The weekend was capped off with a trip to the market Saturday night with CM and Dickeybird in tow. We drank our faces off, and I believe Mr. Bird spent quite a few shekels on my cousin, because she was tanked when I got her home (badman!).

As the evening wore on we danced, drank some more and then the mingling happened. A tall drink of water struck up a conversation with CM. Now being as this guy was pretty cute and I am a good friend, I did the honorable thing and convo-ed with his slightly dorky friend, people you are not in high school anymore, get rid of the goatees, we are on to the fact men use them to hid double chins anyway. So as I’m talking to Mr. IT guy, what can I say I’m quite the geek magnet, not that that is bad, as Mikevil says the Geek shall inherit the earth. I digress.

At the evening’s end, Mr. IT went for the tried and always fails Hail Mary for the desperate and tried to get invited back “to where we were going”, buddy I’m over thirty and it’s 2:30 in the morning, I am going home to bed ALONE, I have very nice sheets and am very picky about who can touch them.

Jackets on we pile into the cab, as we do the drunken post mortem, it quickly becomes apparent, that CM was only talking to Glass because I seemed to be getting on so well with his friend. I was only talking to his friend to provide CM some alone time with Glass, and Cuz and Dickeybird only kept their distance because they thought we were picking up.

Sigh, so goes the tale of the accidental wingman.

What I learned this weekend: The Skypod in the CN Tower is veddy veddy cool!

"Dudes I am OK"

2005-01-04T11:17:00.000-06:00

We got the email New Year's day. M is ok. Yippee! After a week of heartwrenching worry, it feels so good to just relax a little. The events of the past 2 weeks has also made me pause to really think about those people I hold dear, and how much they really mean to me.

I would like to send my regards to Mikevil (you know I love you baby).

Fresh year, fresh opportunities. I haven't decided what my resolutions will be, maybe I just won't have any this year, as I always break them anyway. Maybe I should go for the Lent angle. I will have to think about that one.

Also wanted to ask resident expert CM, if I give up sex for Lent does it count, or does it have to be something different from your everyday life.

Man is my brain scattered today, I think I will go back to sleep under my desk.

What I learned lately: If you love people tell them, now!

Prayers and good vibes welcome here.

2004-12-28T21:11:00.000-06:00

I remember speaking with Margarita two weeks ago at an open house, such a vibrant and lovely soul. She went through such horror as a child and built an adult life based on helping others. She was very excited about hooking up with her sister for the holidays, her sister teaches English in the middle east and the prospect of spending time with her was very important. She met her in Thailand, we haven't heard from her since, we know they were at a seaside resort, our only hope is that because M doesn't tan, she will be ok.

What I learned today: even if it happens far away, it can effect you. Please give anything you can to the Red Cross or Care to help those effected by this disaster.

Peace from Pooky!

Only two more sleeps!

2004-12-23T11:45:00.000-06:00

I for one really enjoy Christmas. I have as of ten minutes ago officially eaten my body weight in crap, finished my shopping, and am now blogging on work time (naughty I know).I am having a blast! I will however regret it when I go to put my regular work clothes back on and the button can only look at the whole longingly wishing there could be some contact. Well I guess that's what new years is for. As for the holiday's I will be spending the next couple of days in the dreaded "905".
However that is offset by the proximity of loved ones, I really enjoy hanging out with my family and there is free laundry facilities there - Yippee! I hope all of you out there in Blogdom have a very good x-mas and that you spend it exactly how you want to whatever that style may be.

What I learned today: A little red onion with the lox just makes it a little piece of heaven right here on this earth

Happy Chrimakwanzicha!

Back and Blonder than Ever

2004-12-22T10:33:00.000-06:00

What have I been up to, well in 2 words - no good! And that is all I will say about that!
In the Star today there was an article on the working urban poor - I took keen notice as I am part of the rank and file. We have nice clothes, we make enough money to give the appearance of being self sustaining, however we usually either live in shit-holes or more than half of our money goes to rent. It's a hard world out there when you are two paycheques away from bankruptcy- happy thoughts. The article focused on single woman who makes in the 40's (wow way more than me!) who has to look for a new apartment as her rent increase this year will be 5.9%, this put me into panic mode, what will my rent increase be, how will I bear the increased cost of living in 2005, maybe I should meet someone, so I can share an apartment with them.
argh...........then I put the brakes on my brain... Pooky you know you are getting silly when you want to find love so you can split the cost of cable. Then I had a coffee and the feeling passed, and I started thinking about Benjamin's recent post and the 6 week challenge.
What does Pooky want for X-mas? I want "Everything I never knew I needed". I don't trust what I want besides the basics (gainful employment, good hygiene a pulse), because it changes, and frankly I have terrible taste in men. Nice I agree is a quality I don't trust, I prefer bitchy wit in those close to me and nice can tend to cancel that out. I would like someone who is a good person, I know that is a broad description, so I will qualify, he must not be too selfish, must be good to animals and old people, and he must recycle. Physical type - not important, I like men in general and have found love in many shapes and forms.
I just want to find somebody that I have "that" feeling with. It usually happens around the second or third date, the chemistry kicks in and I know that this person is going to be around awhile, that's if they want to be. Now maybe men are different than women or I am a total freak, but this feeling only happens once in blue moon, and if it isn't there I know I can't manufacture it and I don't want to waste my time, therefore the vast majority of my dating life is between 1 and 2 dates. I'm just not a see where is goes type person, the downside to this is the majority of my adult life has been spent single. This is contrast to most people I know, maybe I expect too much?

Now I'm rambling, must get more coffee.

What I learned recently: I may be even more neurotic then I first thought.

Under Construction

2004-12-01T10:58:00.000-06:00

Sorry have taken so long to post. I will be doing it from home, however I have a new (used but free) MAC laptop that requires some updating before I can use it. Happy Blogging!

I will back to bore you soon!

What is a cougar, and is it a bad thing?

2004-11-15T10:46:00.000-06:00

I just called McGee and wished her happy Cougar countdown 2004, her 30th birthday is on Wednesday. She did not find this funny... at all. Now this was only a joke but it got me to thinking. What is a cougar and why do people get so upset being associated as one?

A quick office poll has yielded conflicting results, depending on the age and sex of the person polled the exact meaning of cougar varies from 30-50, unmarried-divorced, and one "tanned within 15 mins of a handbag", who go after younger men. How is this a bad thing? A strong financially independent woman who does what men her own age have been doing since the beginning of time is a bad thing?

I say we reclaim "Cougar" with pride.

Meow!

I have tomorrow off!

2004-11-10T11:00:00.000-06:00

One of the best things about working for the behemoth! I shall endeavors to "remember" as I traipse through the Eaton Centre, wearing a poppy of course. I actually can't wait until November 12, because that stupid Bell commercial "no Grampa, I'm in Dieppe" makes me cry every single time I see it! Damn them and their emotional blackmail!

I have just spend the last hour reading everyone's NaNOWriMo's in progress, wow there are a bunch of talented people out there, and quite frankly it has been much more fun to read than to write right now.

Newsflash........: I am going to try and find romance on the interweb! I will expect help from you my lovelies - I will be asking for input, opinions etc... feel free to comment. I will also be sharing the juicy details, as I have no shame!

What I learned today: nothing, am having official blonde day.

Three Words...

2004-11-08T10:53:00.000-06:00

FISCAL, YEAR, END. Have had no time to post.

Quick update: Still currently sexless, still living in South Barrie. Have pretty much been working like a fiend (such a new experience for me), however did take time to go to the pictures this weekend and saw "The Incredibles" and it was. Other than that my life has resembled some sort of weird human habitrail existence, work, gym, home, work, home, work, gym, home. Something tells me I need to shake things up, although apparently my alter ego over at Harleqeen romances is quite the naughty girl. Sigh... at least on of is doing something interesting.

Anyone have thoughts on interweb dating? I would like to know.

What I learned this weekend: my inner child may be planning a hostile takeover.

You go girl!

2004-10-26T15:07:00.000-05:00

Went out last night with McGee and got to know her new boy-toy. For those of you not in the know, McGee has had the crappiest year I have ever heard of. She deserves some happiness, something just for her. And wouldn't you know it, luck placed him 2 cubicles away.
It all started out innocently enough, Billet boy was a fellow commuter and they began car-pooling, he was attached and she had just ended something that had been going for the last decade (literally). But somewhere between then and approx 2 months ago, something changed. The other was gone from BB's life and there was a lot of time being spent outside the workplace. 1 month ago they official became an item, at least outside the confines of the office. He is nice, good looking and very smart, with a wickedly funny wit. He is also 24 (just turned) she is 30.
Now before anyone gets all huffy, I am not judging, having myself dipped into the fountain of youth occasional. I am merely noting what I can only describe as a growing trend among the single gals in their thirties that I personally know.
At least three of my early to mid - thirties gal pals won't even date guys their own age, citing that a great deal of them are a) broken with no fixability factor by a previous relationship, b)are wife hunting and the pressure is too much c)boring and d) two words - refractory period.
It just amazes me, that only a few years ago it was the big scare that you were more likely to be involved in a highjacking than a relationship by your mid to late thirties (women only) has somehow evolved into, not only will I be involved but I want the young'uns.
Are we turning into men.

Please note Pooky does not share in the views expressed by her friends above, she will date anyone, it's rather sad really.

Pooky don't play that!

2004-10-22T13:11:00.000-05:00

Wow have been grumpalicious all week.... must have sunshine...anyhoo I have decided to impart to you my opinion on the current big blog debate, to flu shot or no to flu shot? I'm going to have to go with Mikevil, government sponsored injections just feel like a bad idea, and they won't let me wear my tinfoil hat when I go. And even if I was remotely tossing the idea around to go get stuck, Dickeybird cured me of that about five minutes ago. So there you have it, no shot for me!

I would also like to talk about another debate that I recently came across which holds special meaning to me. The poncho in and of it's self is not an evil thing. It can have it's place and time, it is just unfortunate that 99% of the population cannot grasp this concept. Therefore I am going to have side with those who believe they should be eradicated, there are just too many people out there perpetrating poncho crimes, they have ruined it for the rest of us.

Pooky's rules of fashion
1) Never accessorize with or wear someone prettier than you - that 300 pound women carrying the Audrey Hepburn purse just looks silly.
2)Leather pants (unless you are a size zero) should never be worn - ever
3)Don't wear white to a wedding (easy)
4)Sandal's or Sandal/Heels with stockings are an aberration - accept it you live in Canada it is cold here there is snow - buy closed toed shoes.
5)Socks with Sandals (see above)
6) Just because it is in style doesn't mean you should wear it - if you don't dress in an age appropriate manner it will age you (see Holt Renfrew on a Saturday afternoon)
7)Unless you are Pooky don't wear all black all the time - she doesn't like it when people skeeve on her style!
8)No thongs sticking out of the tops of your clothes - while this does give the boys a thrill, I mean really come on it's just so slutty!
9)Don't be upset if you show up at a party in a dress you bought in the Gap and three other people are wearing it - it is the Gap - nuff said
10)Don't mix different trends unless you are very adept in the fashion department

What I learned today: Butter chicken is a little piece of heaven right here on earth!

What fun we had!

2004-10-19T10:59:00.000-05:00

Well Forever Young got married to King Richard on the weekend, and I must say it was a blast. I had forgotten weddings could be so much fun. At this one much like the last I was able to work on the whole flirting thing. Which was a relief because I trip that previous Thursday to the Keg (a new it spot) had left me feeling not only couldn't I flirt, I didn't want to. That was until I met, Montreal counsel. What a cutie ( I swear, ask Mikevil he was there). I flirted my little butt off and it felt good. All I need to do now is learn how to do it with boys who live in the same city as me, so it can actually mean a date or something.

I think I have my character for Ice Queen's NaNoWriMo romance... I am Fluffy Cakes an addled dizzy blonde, who can only flirt with men from out of town. Actually that sounds like me in real life, I will leave it to her highness as to whether or not I will make an appearance.

Short but sweet, just thought I would give you an update.

What I learned this weekend: I can dance all night in 3inch heels!

This is why I drink............

2004-10-14T11:13:00.000-05:00

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind being the lowest on the totempole, it does have it's advantages. I don't take my work home with me, I don't really take it anywhere, although it does occasionally pop-up in my nightmares. However it erks the crap out of me when I am treated as said low pole member. No I won't pick up your dry cleaning, No I will not pick an anniversary gift for your wife. No I won't miss having a lunchhour waiting for a phone call from someone to help clean up a mess you made.
Ahhhhhhh there, just needed to rant :)
Actually I have this fear that any day my Mother is going to call to discuss with her a payment plan to reimburse her the cost of my degree, as I have very obviously not used it in any way shape or form. Well no way lady you were the one who said I could take whatever I wanted (a choice that no 18 year should be allowed to make on their own)so if my Greco-Roman civilizations major with a minor in Asian religions didn't get me through the corporate success door maybe you should look at you input, or lack thereof.
Am now going to crawl under my desk and attempt to think happy thoughts

What I learned today: A 40 min run is not enough time to kill off a really foul mood. I think I need to get a new tattoo or pierce something.

Turkey on the Brain

2004-10-08T10:57:00.000-05:00

Well after a long and work filled week (so unusual for me) it is now time to prepare for the weekend of feasting. Every night a different household will place in front of me enough food to feed most large families in the third world. Good thing I like turkey and stuffing.

However before the weight gain begins I am taking forever-Young out this evening and getting her loaded. Miss forever is getting married next weekend (ah to end your life at the tender age of thirty)Much to my displeasure, I am now at an age where more and more of my friends somehow think that this getting hitched thing is a good idea and they are actually doing it- eeck.

It seems the suburban salmon run(where people leave the 416 to go to the 905 to spawn and die) is now picking off my loved at a slow but steady pace, not unlike the Blob. One night you are having beers and being generally obnoxious, the next night you are spending $200 on a really ugly dress and wishing your friend all the best in their new home in Burlington.

And then come the rugrats. Those of you close to me know my feelings about the little ones and their place in my life - none. I have tried to get excited about baby Gap and the virtues of this stroller over that, but I just can't do it. I just don't care.

Now rest assured I am not a cold heartless bitch, I just don't find the prospect of living in the suburbs or rearing a noisy brood in any way remotely appealing. I love my friends very dearly and it makes me sad when they leave, but they go knowing this. I won't visit you there and don't ask me to babysit.

What I learned today: A little cinnamon in your latte makes it taste like Christmas.

Yippee

2004-10-06T10:37:00.000-05:00

Have actually had a busy week at work, loving how fast the days are going. Also lots been going on in the nonwork areas as well. Last night I went with a couple of people from work (including Hot I.T. Guy - not an oxymoron this time)and climbed some perfectly good walls covered with little knobs. I can't even describe to you the pain I am in today, arms lifted over the head, forgeddaboutit. I can say this for indoor rock-climbing, I have never had so much fun doing something I was so bad at in my life. I can't wait to go back next week.

What I learned recently: Never take your jewelry off when you are drunk

I can't even commit to myself sigh................

2004-10-04T11:54:00.000-05:00

Well the great social experiment lasted a whole stinking three months. I guess I will just have to rename my blog to Mostly Sexless in the City, nah it doesn't have the same ring to it.

If your grasp of the obvious is finely tuned, you should be able to guess that I had a pretty good weekend. Lots of friends wine, dancing, great conversation and FLIRTING. My God I forgot about the whole flirting thing. Meaningless little small talk, all the way to in depth conversations with new and for the most part, yummy looking members of the opposite sex. Keeping a little smile on my face and laughing a whole lot, I was having the time of my life. An exceptional shout-out to CM and Slowhell who shared that super fun Saturday night with me, and because I am very shy, let me horn in on their conversations to better position myself for maximum flirting capacity.

I think there is nothing better for the ego than the occasional Belle of the Ball evening. I felt like Scarlett O'Hara laughing and charming her gentleman callers. A girl could get used to this.

What I learned: A great pair of jeans coupled with killer heels does indeed make you sex on toast.

What you learned today: Pooky has no concept of proper grammer and sentence structure. What can I say, I am a product of the Ontario School system.

You know you have neglected those you love when...

2004-09-29T10:28:00.000-05:00

Well I have been super busy since last Friday morning when CM whisked me off to Raexo's wedding. Even at work I have been co-ordinating a conference, therefore not home until 1:30 am Monday and midnight last night. It seems that my little furry princess put her paw down last night before I got home.

The little hellion peed on my bed!!!!!!!!!!!!! Beyond the gross factor, which trust me, kept me up most of the night. There are now a whole new slew of possible problems and scenario. Will she now continue to do this on a regular basis, or was this just a little reminder she needs more attention, do I need another litterbox? Now that she has marked her territory will she feel free to continue her reign of terror, will I have to put her on kitty prozac, am I bad owner? What the F is it all about. If you have any advise I would love to hear it.

What I learned: Am far to neurotic and paranoid to ever have "real" children, as am having extreme difficulty with the furry variety.

Crazy day!!

2004-09-28T11:12:00.000-05:00

Am in the midst of a swirling vortex of stress at work right now! Have decided that a career path in event planning would be a no no.

Anyways had a great weekend watching Raexo tie the knot up North in cottage country, boy can those boys from Sudbury drink! You know it's a kicka$$ wedding when the bride is winding on a picnic table at 2am (Rae you are my hero!). A good time was had by all, I now officially have a little less aversion to the whole getting married thing, am still however trying to figure out how to have the party without the whole "lifetime" commitment thing. Maybe I could have a commitment ceremony! I could commit to myself, yes I like it.

You are all invited to Pooky's commitment ceremony. (embossed invitations to follow) I have decided that after spending a significant amount of time with myself, that I am indeed the one for me. I am always there, encouraging, loving and generally just enjoying my own company. I invite you all to share with me my decision to commit to what I can only describe as my perfect soulmate ME!

I have registered at William Ashley and the Holt's makeup counter.

See you there!

What I learned last night: When you wake up in a cold sweat after having a nightmare about taking people's lunch orders for swiss chalet, it's time to dust of that resume.

There are no atheists in foxholes

2004-09-23T10:57:00.000-05:00

Just read on the interweb that a 67 year old woman in Italy was killed by a three foot crucifix. It fell on her while it was being decorated for an upcoming holy day. If I had them fancy skills I would attach the link. As I'm a card carrying luddite, you will have to settle with my take on the sitch.

Felled by a crucifix? It boggles the mind. Now of course I realize that the object is in fact just that, an object. It was made by people, from wood and metal and therefore subject to all the same laws of physics as say a chair, or apple. However that being said, as someone who grew up in an Irish Catholic household I find this story profoundly disturbing.

The crucifix (albeit a Roman instrument of torture) is considered to be a symbol of peace and love, the young man nailed to it went there willingly (shut it Mikevil, this is my story) To have the major symbol of your religion,(67, Italy - dollars for donuts she was a Catholic) come crashing down and killing say yourself or a loved one is beyond the pale.

"Mommy, where is Nanna"

"God called her home"

and he didn't use long distance.

What I learned today: Too much coffee will elevate your blood pressure, and steer clear of 3foot crucifix' hanging from churches in Italy.

What a weekend!

2004-09-20T13:13:00.000-05:00

Well Friday I had much fun with Slowhell watching Zombies attack my beloved Big Smoke. I just can't resist the undead, something about them draws me. I know it was a crappy movie, but damn it I will probably buy when the DVD comes out.

Saturday was "International talk like a pirate day" and Slowhell took CM and Me to a pirate party. It was veddy, veddy good. Skull and Crossbones cake included, with the many pieces of eye candy wandering about. Sadly, I had to leave by 1am in order to be all bright eyed and bushy tailed for Crazy Mary's wedding shower.

Sunday after the shower I was treated to an advance copy of "The Limb Salesman" which opened at this year's film festival. Although there were no undead, there was plenty of genetic mutation and moral ambiguity, which is just as good. A major bonus was the small parts my Brother-in-law and his twin played (hence copy of movie). They were very creepy, family functions will now never be the same.

What I learned this weekend: It's not what you say but what you don't that shows who you really are.

Wee Ha Friday

2004-09-17T11:35:00.000-05:00

Just had to say Wee Ha it is Friday. Am going to see Resident Evil (I lurv Zombies) w/Slowhell, who although female is taller than me. Yes I am still bitter about the midget from Yesterday, if you are 5"6 don't lie, own it, let your freak flag fly!

Went to the Laugh Resort last night, much more fun and entertaining than TV - something which I have been turning off of lately. I haven't missed it much and have got some great socializing and reading in, however I now have zero water-cooler cred. Actually some of the other pions around me now think I'm a snob because I don't watch TV. I need to get another job.

Wee Ha Friday!

5"8 in Bizzaro world!

2004-09-16T14:15:00.000-05:00

As you can see by the title last night was a bit of a no-go. I met up with "Mr. 5"8, stocky black curly hair. The build and the hair were correct, but I have a feeling his 5"8 is measured by the same people who brought us Tom Cruise's stats.

So off I went to eat butter chicken, feeling like a freakishly tall Amazonion red-head. Conversation was ok, that was until he asked if I had had my mid-life crisis yet. WA????????????? He then went on to explain that women hit their midlife crisis mode at 30, or 31, as evidenced by his ex-wife who left him three years ago when she turned 30. Yep I'm sure it had everything to do with age.

Thank God the food was decent, did I mention he was marinated in cologne and wearing a tight nylon shirt, argh.

There you have it, I went I saw, I came home and drank a bottle of wine.

Next!

Blech........

2004-09-15T15:26:00.000-05:00

Have a blind date in approx 1 hour. Can't seem to drum up any excitement about the date it's self, therefore I am going to get excited about the food. Me and mystery man are doing Indian. Hmmmmm butter chicken.

Hmmmm butter chicken.

Where's Pooky

2004-09-13T11:36:00.000-05:00

Sorry guys, spent last week on futon, in the grips of a very painful bout of strep throat. Good, did however come out of it, Spike TV had a week long CSI marathon, so it was CSI all day and all night - a little version of Pooky heaven :)

I am happy to report that the illness went away just in time for me to get on the towering deckchair of death to lead (scream) my dragon boat team to victory, it was an awesome weekend. I am still recovering, and to the delight of my coworkers, my drumming has killed my voice.

What I learned last week: Being sick when you are on vacation bites it big time.

Still Sexless

2004-09-02T10:01:00.000-05:00

Well it's been an eventful couple of days. Mikevil has moved out of Nunavut, we will miss him, and has now parted for greener pastures on the East side. Our low-rent Melrose is a littler less brighter (sniffle).

On the upside, because the move involved him shacking up, I made out like a bandit! New shelving, a pot rack, and a wee little bookcase. Yippee!!!!!!!!!! The new stuff should lend a little homeyness to my disheveled shoebox. Thanks Mikevil.

On to other matters. As we head into the long weekend and bid a sad goodbye to Summer (summer? what summer, where?) My sexless deadline looms. After a self imposed 2 month moratorium on dating I am supposed to put myself back out there. There is however one tiny little glitch to my plan, I don't want to go.

I have been quite ~~stagnant~~ happy in my comfy cocoon of aloneness. I just can't seem to muster any enthusiasm at the prospect of another round of dinners, trips to the Zoo, mini golf sessions etc... Slowhell suggests that is perfectly ok and I should do what she did and wait for him to move in underneath you. But right now even if he does I don't think I could muster the energy to go downstairs and greet him. It's just all to tiring. I have spent two, ~~frustrating~~ blissful months free of any emotional highs or lows. (well not totally true - but you get the picture)

Eck, have even lost the energy to post. Will update later :)

Today I learned: I may be in a rut so deep I can hang posters.

Talking to Americans

2004-08-31T08:28:00.000-05:00

Overheard on the patio of the Big Chicken during Buskerfest "Can we have the bill in American dollars". Wha???????????? American dollars? Not ten minutes later a rather large women with a paw full of change (mind you I had had a few by now) came over and asked how much money she had. I looked her squarely in the face and said, see the two toned one that says two dollars, that's two dollars. The one that says one dollar, that's one dollar. Christ on a cracker - it is written in English on the fricken coin - I mean really.

No I realize that every country has really stupid tourists who go to points abroad and cause grave embarrassment to their homeland, but I have seen US plates and a full ski rack in June.

What I learned this weekend: I have gone back to being a smoker (sniffle) Damn demon weed.

For My Collection

2004-08-26T13:25:00.000-05:00

For those few people who are kind enough to read my little daily musings, I have a favour to ask. I am currently compiling dating horror stories and want you to share. They don't even have to be about you, you can share the miseries of acquaintances and family members, everyone's dating life is fair fodder.

I will go first. There was the time that I broke my "no computer geek rule" and regretted it. As a sensitive, creative type (wow Mikevil and CM I can actually hear you laughing in my head) I find that people who can look at code for hours on end (Dickiebird is an exception) don't tend to be good with people. Looking back I'm actually not entirely sure, let's call him Bob, didn't have Asperger syndrome.

Anyhoo, after a fairly decent first date, I agreed to grace Bob a second time with the pleasure of my effervescent and witty company. He invites me out to his house in the Beaches to show me the renovations he is doing. We look, we sit, we sip wine. Bob then looks at his watch and mumbles something to the effect of "the van should be here soon, we can go for dinner after". Van what van, I am confused and a little fuzzy from the wine and decide to wait it out.

30 minutes later the van pulls in, and out pops his brother and mother, Bob forgot to mention his mummy was MOVING IN - RIGHT THEN. My job was to make sure the cats didn't escape.

I never went out with Bob again.

Your turn please :)

What I learned today: a diet coke first thing in the morning can make you shaky until lunch.

All I wanted was an egg Mcmuffin

2004-08-25T10:31:00.000-05:00

Well it certainly has been quite the morning here in the Towers of Power. Police, cameras and gossip abound. I feel like I'm living in a city in the US.

Our food court is currently closed and you can't move around for the rubberneckers, this is where my misanthropy starts to go into overdrive. Why is walking around near a tragedy to appealing to so many. Half those people probably don't even work in the TD Centre. Move along people there is nothing to see here, the tragedy has happened it is over go home. Or at least back to you own God damn office tower.

Today I am slightly anti-people - grumpy pooky

It's Official

2004-08-24T07:22:00.000-05:00

I'm "sporty", or at least a little soft in the head. Woke up at 5:30 am and went to the gym before work, and have Dragon Boat tonight! TeeHee, I love the endolphins ;-)

What I learned this morning: The Aussie Baseball team kicks butt! Ziggy Ziggy Ziggy Ziggy Oy Oy Oy.

Random Thought

2004-08-23T20:02:00.000-05:00

Well it was one busy weekend, shark movie (beyond scary), the EX, BBQ with Jo and the newfs. All in all it was nice to go to work so I could relax.

However just felt like sharing my current mindset. Last year I lost someone who was my bestfriend from the age of 2. How can one describe the loss of such a significant and important person? You can't. P was my Da's best friend and my partner in crime all my life. As a child to have such an important and safe relationship with an adult made me realize that grownups were people too. He was there in so many ways not only for me, but also for my family. He was a quiet influence who let me know why things were happening, why Mum or Da were mad etc... I miss him.

This has got me to thinking, the people we have in our lives (family, friends) they are why we are here. Humans are pack animals, and I have met far too many lately who don't seem to realize that. People en mass put themsleves first. I honestly feel that the best way to take care of ourselves is to ensure that the primary relationships in our lives are healthy, supportive and communicative. Maybe I'm just crazy?

By the way lately I have decided to stop watching the news.... Fear mongering has gotten a little tired.

What I learned today: although I have always been a dog person, I'm enjoying Emma, the relationship is a little more challenging.

Sick of Sigh.............

2004-08-20T11:48:00.000-05:00

There must be something in the water. Or maybe it is the lack of seasonal heat and sunshine that is doing us in. All I know is that alot of people around here and by here I mean the GTA, are either sad, aggravated or just plain bitchy. I unfortunately seem to be one of them.

I propose we make a change - that we make a conscious decision to be happy - no matter what -insert evil scary music here- since we are in charge of our own happiness it follows that we should remove the ability to make that decision as it is too important to give to ourselves - makes sense to me!

Now I don't propose that we all walk around with goofy smiles on our faces looking like we escaped from the loony bin. I also don't mean we should "be like water" and let life's foibles flow over us and away (I dated someone briefly professed to drink vinegar and to accept it for its self - wow was he an asshat) I am weary of people who try and use manufactured (spiritual) ways to be happy it usually means they are masking alot of pain, or feelings of bargain basement low self worth. I simply think a little mental shift is order.

What I learned today: I really like the term asshat - it makes me giggle (grab happiness where you can)!

Mixed Messages Vex Me So!

2004-08-19T09:51:00.000-05:00

So there I was, Pooky on her commute minding her own business when an innocuous bit of advertising caught my eye. It was a picture of an attractive blonde (yes we do have more fun) in mid-stride wearing a red dress, she was also normal size. The caption was "Curves are a girl's best friend" Wa? Personally I will take diamonds any day of the week, but whatever. On closer inspection of the ad I realized it was for what my mother terms a "fat store". The woman didn't look fat, she looked healthy and normal. That was until I took a gander at the ad next to it.

Four anorexic teens, all angles and 5% bodyfat. Frankly I don't understand how men could find the idea of jumping on someone whose hipbones could literally stab them even remotely appealing, but what do I know I'm only a girl.

Back to our little Karen Carpenters and Mary Kates, they were draped over a couple of dodgy looking teen boys, I think it was an ad for 200$ jeans or something. Usually I don't pay ads like this any mind as I am not 13 years old and would rather spend the 200$ on shoes (to each their own), however staring at the juxtaposing ads I couldn't help but wonder, If curves are a girls best friend then how are they going to fit into jeans like that.

I am now probably looking like an idiot standing there is early morning people traffic, fat free latte in hand and jaw on the floor. Am trying to reconcile the ads in my mind.

It's ok to have extra poundage, but look at how fabulous and glamorous life is when you resemble a heroin addict? I don't have anything against really skinny people, my sister is one of them and I have been known to like them long and lanky, but there is a limit.

Then it hits me, THEY DON'T CARE, everybody's money is green. It brings me back to a recent conversation I had with CM where we were discussing the diet industry and how it will literally go on forever because diets don't work (they are the new cigarettes), and in an effort to open up new markets they are now focusing on Black and Hispanic communities, two cultures that have not gotten on the skinny train, that value a little extra in their women. Money, Money, Money.

So I guess curves are a girl's best friend, if you say consider your best friend someone that you are encouraged to get rid of? Sigh...............

What I learned today: Don't forget to bring your book for the subway, and avoid looking at the walls.

Pooky got a new pair of shoes!

2004-08-18T10:13:00.000-05:00

Man do my arms hurt today, and no I didn't fly to work (haha) - that was for CM. I actually spent the better part of last evening with my left buttcheek hanging off the side of a Dragonboat (we were unbalanced) yelling at a group of 22 peddlers to give me power, stay together, eyes in the boat etc.. Usually I find this very cathartic and last night was no exception, however my stint as an animated paperweight combined with the very choppy waters causing me to hold on for dear life has made my poor little arms into to two seething limbs of pain. Lord praise Advil.

As for the day I spent my lunch hour running around the Running room in varying states of orthopedic undress. I did however come out victorious with a new pair of shoes (thanks mummy- sad I know) called "the BEAST". They are special shoes for idiots who overpronate and keep injuring their ankles - sound familiar? Well we will see if the BEASTS can conquer my renegade joints. The battle will begin tonight as they are both put in the ring at Goodlife for a 30 minute round. I'm placing my bet on the BEASTS - I can't believe it - BEASTS. I just pray nobody asks me what kind of shoes I have.

Lastly I would like to share with you a dream I had this morning. There we were all of Mikevil's links together at a pub. We were all sitting at a large table, sipping pints and laughing. Here is the catch, we were all on laptops MSNing back and forth because we were unable to communicate without the use of our computers.

Can you say anxiety dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What I learned Yesterday: I overpronate! Another addition to the long list of things I Over do!

New Ad Campaign

2004-08-17T10:56:00.000-05:00

The weekend was everything it promised to be, and as a bonus I learned how to play MaJong. Am now ready to move to Florida, sip gin and tonics and brag about my Grandchildren with all the other Bubby's. Damn fine game!

Friday hooked up with the Diva at Schmooze, where I discovered I really don't like hanging out with the Corp - Mo -Fo -Bay St crowd at all! However evening was saved by a decision to go for dinner at approx 8pm. Had a blast talking and joking over good food with some incredibly nice people.

Saturday CM and I went to the Rex to meet Slowhell's new beau and watch some of his musical stylings. Sunday was much of the same, however add Mikevil, Just Mark, Jo and the Newfs and some boardgames. Very fun :)

Not so very fun was the Subway ride in this morning. Now I do agree that the regular morning commute is not exactly a point of joy in my day, but this morning was crazy. Was wedged into my seat by someone who was determined to defy the laws of physics and decided to test if indeed two things can occupy the same space, the experiment failed and I limped to another part of the car where a commuter promptly decided that I would make a rather good newspaper holder (or at least my back would), I make a very surly holder I assure you. It was just then I noticed not one but two pregnant women standing!!!!!!!!!!!! Standing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then it hit me, the campaign could go national. It would have TV and Radio spots. A multi language print campaign. It could even make it to the TTC itself. Posters, whole buses painted with the message. "Be Polite". We could do a whole - let's play well with others campaign- common manners could then perhaps become common again.

It's just a thought.

What I learned this weekend: If not watched closely I will cheat at board games, it's a sick compulsion.

Another Kick at the Can!

2004-08-13T10:10:00.000-05:00

Well it's another weekend chocker-full-o-plans. Cheap drinks tonight, Jazz tomorrow and Sunday. Not too bad a line up, and to top it all off I'm having a good hair day (this bodes well-despite the fact that yes have still got renegade ankles).

Now to what is currently on my mind - they say (who the hell they are I don't know but they sure have a lot of opinions) that when you are looking for love you won't find it, it is when you stop looking that it will land in you lap. My question is why does this work differently than everything else?

We are told that if we want things we must take active steps to achieve our goals, have a game plan etc. Why does finding someone to go to the movies with on Saturday nights and the occasional tumble not work in the same way? Am I supposed to just sit back? Is Mr. Right behind the couch cushions and I never even realized (mental note - clean apartment more). My fear is that because I can be such a blonde if I'm not on the lookout I will miss it.

So maybe the trick is to look, but not appear to be doing so.

What I learned Yesterday: Never read 'The Rules" while convalescing.
BTW book was utter rubbish.

My Body Betrays Me Yet Again!

2004-08-12T10:52:00.000-05:00

Well, just had to cancel going to Dragon Boat practice as my left ankle is currently twice it's usual size... damn you running on blacktop! ... damn you to hell.

I have no choice but to go home and lay on the sofa all evening (must keep area elevated). Actually the more I think about it, the more it seems a great excuse to be supa lazy! I just hope there is something good on TV.

Went with McGee to my Gym last night, convinced her to join, am slowly populating my Gym with family and friends, they should pay me! Forgot how much fun it is to hang out with my fellow freckled, fruity blonde friend. We will certainly be an interesting sight on the elliptical :)

Well that's all I can think of for now.

What I learned Yesterday: It's not the end of the world, really!

New favorite Hobby

2004-08-10T15:50:00.000-05:00

I won't waste your valuable time telling you how my weekend was (I'm doing my best to forget it). I will however share with you a recent discovery that has provided me with minutes of joy every morning.

Because I take the subway I come in from the underground, therefore I get on the elevator from the basement. There are two elevators, but only ONE button. I press said button and then stand in front of it. I then pretend to read, thereby avoiding eye contact, a sure precursor to conversation. "Did you press the button" etc.. I take a nasty and childish glee in watching little flashes of panic and frustration cross the faces of my fellow commuters. Because we all know that.

a) the elevator will only pick you up if you press the button
b) repeated pressing makes the elevator come faster

I like to think I'm teaching them patience, and getting my yaya's off on driving them crazy is just a pleasant side effect.

What I learned today: If I keep on going like this, dying alone with cats could be a possibility.

Does anyone else have passive-aggressive tendencies or is it just me?

The Weekend Awaits

2004-08-06T14:28:00.000-05:00

Have made it through another, albeit short week. I'm only minutes away from savoring two days of freedom from my dreaded veal fattening pen and the Dragon Lady.

With great freedom comes great responsibility ... or something like that.

Two days, what to do? Am apparently going "clubbing" however at 31 the prospect of someone a decade younger than me buying me a drink sends me to a dark place I don't want to go. It is so much easier wiling away the weekdays with dreams of what the weekend will hold, than actually participating in anything substantial. What can I say people (esp. boys) scare me.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to turtle into the confines of my shoebox appartment, eat bon bons and take on the sexuality favoured by plant life. However I know that this is not an option, esp. considering the killer set of gams I currently posses.

Therefore, I will spend the next two days, playing well with others and doing the mating dance.

What I learned today: Cats can make a substitute alarm clock - thank you Emma for saving my sorry butt this morning.

I Hurt!

2004-08-05T14:09:00.000-05:00

In an attempt to "better" myself I have seriously started seeing my gym on a regular basis. Not known for my abilities to commit to anything, I can happily say colour me impressed. I have gotten up 5 days a week for the past three weeks and punished myself on the treadmill. Last week I was on it so long when I left the staff clapped, I love encouragement in any form.

There has however been one small drawback I HURT SO BAD! I can't even begin to explain the host of things my body is doing in retaliation of my sincere efforts to clean up my life.

My feet, I won't even go there, liquid bandaids are a godsend
My legs, I can walk fine upstairs, down them forgeddaboutit!
My skin, have a perma glow quite akin to something I went through at age 16
I don't feel any healthier, however can now smoke more as respitory system feels much improved.

I only hope that these small annoyances will fade into the background as I continue to run like a fool on something that doesn't go anywhere.

What I learned today: Part Siamese cats can be very vindictive!

Passing the Day

2004-08-04T10:53:00.000-05:00

Am nursing a criminal hangover this morning, courtesy of Mikeveil purveyor of free therapy. There is just something so healing about tying one on with a loved one to help clear out those nasty cobwebs and nagging feelings (the woulda coulda ahouldas), now free of emotional detrious I will recap my weekend.

Friday : Out with Diva, what I learned, I am too shy to talk to strange boys
Saturday: Caribana with CM, what I learned, walking around for 5 hours makes your feet hurt real bad
Sunday: BBQ with Sis and the Newfs, what I learned, vegetarians have no business near a BBQ
Monday: Sweet FA, what I learned, hammocks are a very good thing.

Well am now off to secure additional shareholder value!

New post for a new life

2004-07-29T19:00:00.000-05:00

Well here goes, a new BLOG for a new life. There is just something so wonderful about starting fresh. So here I go, the itty bitty pieces of my heart are now in the shop for reassembling and I have a firm grip on my bootstraps.

I'm off to do some therapeutic dragon boating and beer drinking.

Today is a new day.