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so not a good idea, aaron neville.

with each failed dating disaster, i have a greater idea of what i am looking for. this is it.

1. someone who has a job and does not live at home with their parents.
2. someone preferably bigger than me but not the 1000lb. man with breasts bigger than mine.
3. someone who appreciates my quirks because i have a ton of them.
4. playful banter. i cannot live without the playful banter.
5. i’d prefer the person to be smarter than me because well, i work with special needs people and do not wish to date them too. i am also a little obnoxious about my own intelligence. lol.
6. the person has to have some sort of interest that they are passionate about sports, d&d, or even blowing shit up. it really doesn’t matter what, just LOVE something.

i do not want to meet anyone’s family or child or friends or whatever. that freaks me out. as for the parkerpoo, i think it is important that someone meet him in a public, comfortable setting so i know you are not a total asshole when it comes to children. don’t even think of touching me in front of him.

i am really busy so wednesday nights and alternate weekends when i am not working or hanging out with my friends would be best. no man is going to interfere with pasta tuesdays, yardsailing or sunday dinners. i don’t want to be with someone who wants to see me everyday but i still want to feel secure enough to know that they aren’t fucking the world in my absense. you’re not ever coming over because like stella on csi: ny; i am cautious and always need a safe place to come home to. finally, we must not forget my insecurities.

this person will not likely be found on the internet because i have quit internet dating. it is just once incestuous little circle where everyone has either slept with someone i know, or knows me/the ex/enemies from somewhere else or is a huge loser. (heck, sometimes they are all three.) recently, i deleted my plenty of fish account when the first guy i ever met off the internet 8 years ago responded to my profile. ouch. the more things change…the more they..don’t. at all. when you delete you account, you can choose why you are deleting it, i proudly checked the “i give up” box.

finally, we may never even know if we are dating or not as i will sooner eat olives with a v8 chaser then initiate the define the relationship discussion. whenever i have initated the dtr, it has had less than awesome results. the last time i asked someone if they were into me, i was told they were sleeping with their ex. the time before also brought less than stellar results with crazy/stalker antics following immediately. i will sooner not know if i am dating someone.

needless to say, i’ve had an interesting few days. i decided to blame it on the concussion. i am still debating whether to tell you or not internet. live and learn.

i’ll blog soon i promise.

i have tons of half started posts but, life is hard. it’s been nice out and i’ve had tons of adventures (and a lot of 8pm bedtimes.) i haven’t even talked to anyone very much. it’s been ages since i talked to jules/patrick/dave etc and i haven’t even had time to read any blogs.

if i ever blog again, i’ll be telling y’all about:

~the time i broke my nose

~massive retard dating moments

~”laura and vikki”

~work/yard sales/adventures with the fam

~SUMMER

~pictures galore

in the meantime, sarah has been given license to write about me; she told a charming little anecodote about our yard sale yesterday.

soon, internet, soon.

it seems everyone is meeting people and in love…everybody but me. on one hand, i am very happy for people finding someone. on the other hand, my inner bitch is raging, screaming, “what the hell..what about me?” people i thought were asexual are getting married. 30 year old virgins have found friends with benefits.

like i am not looking to get married or live with anyone because really, cart before horse but christ.. in winnipeg, i was the cat’s ass. people would just randomly start talking to me and flirt etc. i bumped into many men of my dreams including the hockey jersey wearing, csi loving, nerdnecklace buying hunk i found in best buy. some guy even chatted me up outside of the church of scientology. most were black as i am the black man’s dreamboat apparently. at home, this never happens. no one ever speaks to me.

you just got to wonder sometimes. i get that i might not be as hot or charming as other girls out there. i get that i have issues. i get that i have a kid and a neat past. the thing that gets me is when fat, crazy girls with kids and personalities of rocks manage to meet someone and i can’t. wtf, world?

and why are they all meeting someone now? like right now. at least spread it out a little instead of this, waking up one day to find that yes, indeed, i am the only single person in town.

(then i reread this entry and think that maybe it’s like when i was little and always wanted a potato head. each christmas and birthday went by and i never got one. everyone else had one and i just kept hoping and was disappointed, year after year. as for the potato heads, i finally got one 18 years later. let’s hope i don’t have to wait that long for this time around.)

i managed to score a laptop from c/s/s so sarah and i could have the net while on our winni-break. he must really like me if he sends us away with his laptop.

it’s been awesome and stories are to follow.

here are some teasers:

~most action i’ve seen in years in front of the “love nest” on winnipeg’s north side

~lost, lost and more lost (actually, physically lost not the hit tv show)

~ wacky ******** family adventures

~ shopping hauls (including value village)

~ hot guys, including buskers (why don’t i live here!?!) the guys love me!

and finally, using “i’m from thunder bay” as an excuse to explain all social retardation

our flight is in a few hours so please, please, please send us “find the airport vibes”

and internet:

“….i’m coming, i’m coming home to you. i’m alive..i’m a mess..i can’t wait to get home to you to get warm, warm and undressed…”

sarah, parker and i are friendly manitoba bound for my brother’s wedding. yes, i am taking sarah to a wedding on a holiday weekend to meet my entire family. if they didn’t think i was a lesbian before, they will now. we also plan to visit the zoo, the forks (still no fucking clue what that is) and the bra barn. hopefully we can meet up with christie and gang so i can tell her more madge stories.no internet for a few days but check out sarah’s site for audioblogs…or call us on sarah’s cell (which she posted in a comment recently, silly girl) because lord knows sarah loves to have the internet call her. also, if my anonymous winnipeg visitor who comes like three times a day wants to meet up, giver. unless of course, you are family and then i guess i’ll see you at the wedding. just don’t bring up that trip to the husky, it’s in the vault.

am i ready? of course not. good thing, it is sandal weather because i apparently do not own any socks. i’m at the point where i’ve given up on packing and if i forgot anything, i will buy more stuff…or wear the same pair of pants for three days like my “travelling pants” on the kenora trip.

am i feeling better? not really. it moved from my sinuses to my lungs so i am sure i will get excited and cough like crazy during the “love is patient. love is kind” and all that crap speech.

happy may long weekend, internet!

1. i spend way too much time on the internet. one day, i hope to grow a life and not be on here so much. in the meantime, blog on.

2. i really enjoy writing. getting things out makes me feel better and it is likely more socially acceptable than telling my innermost thoughts to random strangers in the a&p. it also saves the time/energy required in actually leaving my apartment.

3. i love to share things and talk. i know i talk way too much. i try to let other people have their turn. this is probably because i live alone with a two year old and a cat.

4. since i was a little dork, i’ve always wanted to live in dryden, ontario. it’s neat because parker’s godparents, christie and mike live there now.

5. i’d rather live alone with the two year old and the cat than be in a crappy relationship despite what it might seem like from my countless “i’m an unloved loser” entries. i’ve been down that road before and it sucks.

5. i am a big old dork. i embrace it.

6. i love to quote. i will quote song lyrics and lines from movies and just find a way to slip it into everyday conversation.

7. people either find this charming or…irritating.

8. i love to sing. i have a horrible voice but sing loudly anyway. there is not a moment in my vehicle that i am not singing…well, unless the tape is rewinding.

9. yes, i still listen to tapes. i love tapes. unforutanely this love for tapes came a good ten years after i got rid of my tapes. it is strange how i am now buying tapes i owned once before.

10. sarah is the only friend i have who will sing with me.

11. i have requested that some people never sing with me so it might be my own fault.

12. i love to go “yardsailing” and i spell it that way for a reason. i also love thrift store shopping but i never buy anything i actually need or will use. i love other people’s crap.

13. i don’t read very much but i wish i did.

14. i have a lot of dreams and remember all of them.

15. i love google. i am a pro at it and i google everyone.

16. as soon as possible after watching a movie, i “imdb” it. i love to read the quotes and the goofs. i also use imdb as a verb which confuses many people who are not internet savvy.

17. i hate being photographed but i take thousands of pictures of parker and the cat. the only photographs i post on the net have me looking retarded, on purpose.

18. for a person who works with special needs children, i overuse the word retarded. sorry, i can’t be perfect.

19. i really want to have another baby and i will get one from china, go to a sperm bank or go through in-vitro to get her. yes, her. it better be a girl if i am going to spend all that money.

20. her name will be matilda.

21. even “i” think it is a little weird that i have names picked out for my unborn child. what’s even weirder is when i buy her beverly cleary books from value village. my sister in law decorated a nursery for her unborn kid so it could be worse.

22. i’m lying. the books were really for me. i just made up that story because in my own socially retarded mind, it sounded better than me wanting the cashier at value village to know about my love for children’s novels.

23. i do not want to have this child until i am like 35 or have my shit together. if i had a kid now, i would be crying in a little ball on the floor.

24. if i do end up pregnant now, just call me Mary. i have not had sex in over two years. i like to think of myself as some sort of straight edge/born again virgin rather than…umm, unloved loser.

25. i seem to only date lemons. lemonade is overrated.

26. deep down, i wonder if i am the problem.

27. i despise internet dating.

28. i have a really big nose and am quite sensitive about it.

29. come to think of it, i am sensitive about a lot of things.

30. i am very self-aware. it’s helpful because i can say crazy stuff and realize that i am only saying it because i am jealous/hurting/insecure etc.

31. i’ve had battles with depression, especially postpartum depression. don’t even get me started on the tom cruise thing. i’m good now, thanks.

32. i think everyone should go to counselling.

33. i love my cat but sometimes she is a huge witch.

34. i give everyone nicknames because people likely don’t want to have their name on my website.

35. this, of course, doesn’t explain using the nicknames in public.

36. i have a lot of embarassing moments. the gems: 1) throwing up in front of all my special needs clients at the cle 2) having my brother walk in on me having sex (it would have been better if it was good old missionary but it was from behind and my brother thinking i was having anal sex and enjoying it immensely) 3) being so drunk on a birthday and trying to pick up my own brother. this was before entering a wet tshirt contest and crying to a friend saying that i loved him and never loved my boyfriend (which isn’t even the truth.)

37. i throw up alot. it’s kinda weird.

38. i should really bathe more.

39. i wish i could wear pajamas all the time.

40. i have an irrational hatred towards star jones-reynolds.

41. i have a mad crushes on tom selleck and kevin costner.

42. i liked country music when i was a kid and recently started listening to it again. we’re talking country/country like suzy bogguss, dolly parton and clay walker.

43. i liked johnny cash in that in-between period when it wasn’t so cool (post-60s and pre-covers/walk the line).

44. sometimes i feel really guily about not going to church even though i am kinda indifferent these days. i am more agnostic than atheist though. in fact, athiests kinda piss me off because i think they are wrong.

45…i’m not opinionated at all.

46. sarcasm is fun but most people don’t get my sense of humour. most times, people think i am sarcastic when i’m not.

47. i live for playful banter.

48. i will defend anyone or anything regardless what i think. the best is when i defend people i don’t know and movies i haven’t even seen.

49. i used to research things like the titanic (not the movie) and the kennedys (especially jackie o) in my youth. no wonder why i didn’t have many friends.

50. i refer to my ex as “cherry popsicle” in regards to the same named jann arden song. when he dumped me, i didn’t even know what to do with myself for a long time.

51. that’s never going to happen to me again.

52. sometimes i still think i love him. that is, when i am not hating him. one day i hope i can find the happy middle.

53. i have a huge fear of public speaking. i never do it.

54. i was one of those kids in school who never talked and cried all the time.

55. my favourite quote is “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” i first found it on the bathroom door at the inntowner.

56. i used to be on the curling team and did announcements in high school. in fact, i read the quote of the day on announcements. i carried my quotes around in a little book.

57. i wish i got more emails.

58. i had the whole bloody town in the delivery room when parker was born. we’re talking six people not including me, parker and medical professionals.

59. labour was not so fun. next time, i want an epidural even though needles scare the shit out of me.

60. i have some regrets. i do believe they made me who i am but i still would have done things differently.

61. i think people that say they don’t have any regrets are liars.

62. i can be a huge bitch sometimes.

63…but i do a lot of volunteer work and can be a real sweetheart.

64. i like to think it evens out.

65. my biggest fear is having someone take parker away from me. i don’t even want to talk about it.

66. i remember everything. it’s both awesome and a curse.

67. my favourite movies are kissing jessica stein, the bodyguard and dirty dancing.

68. i’ve always wondered if i was a lesbian. when i was a kid, my brother and i would play this game “name five people you would want to sleep with” and “name five people you would want to sleep with if you were gay, not like you are or anything but if you were..”

69. come to think of it, that’s not normal. it probably didn’t help things that for five years people thought my brother and i were dating. i miss that guy. i wish we were still close.

70. kelly olerud (john’s wife..are they still married? i better google) was always on my list for the females and turner ward and eric lindros for the men. i watched a lot of sports back in the day.

71. i still miss my dad sometimes.

72. i do not feel at all bad about my lack of a relationship with my mother. i don’t particularly hate her i just know that it is a healthy choice not to have her in my life.

73. i used to know all my american states and capitals and presidents (in order).

74. i’ve always been obnoxious about things like drug use and improper grammar.

75. i want to go back to school.

76. sometimes i still think about the one that got away.

77. i love to scrapbook but unfortunately, i am a good two years behind.

78. i change my msn name a thousand times a day. therapy through changing msn names is the way to go.

79. i hate when people assume it is about them. it is true that the name always means something but it could be as simple as “this was a song they played on magic 99 this morning on the way to school.”

80. one day, i want to meet someone that will do the hand on hand over glass thing that i think is super romantic just like in the music video “the heart won’t lie” with reba and vince gill.

81. i find reba (the tv show) inspirational. no, i’m not kidding.

82. i really like the word obscure.

83. i also love the word penchant.

84. i hate it when people talk like me. it reminds me how all the kids at school talk hillbilly like on king of the hill. i secretly think they are making fun of me.

85. i go to dictionary.com at least twice a day because i worry that i am spelling things incorrectly. there is a big difference between typos and bad spelling.i can spell. i cannot type.

86. i was once the grade 5 spelling bee champion. when we went downstairs for the entire school spelling bee, i choked on my first word, “reference” and then i went home to cry.

87. i say i don’t care about comments but i secretly love them.

88. i cheated on this list by going to look what other people wrote for ideas, namely brandi and sarah.

89. i was once attacked by a seagull. i was just walking across the street and it kept coming at my head.

90. i just found my old 100 things in the google cache. fuck it. i will finish this anyway. i like how i used some of the same things. that’s neat.

91. i was a lacto-ovo-vegetarian for five years. i started eating meat again when i realized i forgot why i stopped. i started on my five year anniversary to the day.

92. i was a hard core environmentalist/animal right geek when i was 14.

93. there is this one person i was friends with in high school that i miss talking to…and it’s not who you think.

94. i think dr sears is brilliant. i have a huge appreciation for attachment parenting.

95. i try really hard to be a good mom but i worry that i suck.

96. i watch what i say around parker because i have haunting memories of overhearing my parents’ conversations when i was a kid. i remember one conversation where a friend of my mother was comparing giving oral sex to mashed potatoes. that alone could explain some of my sexual hangups and why i can’t stand mashed potatoes.

97. my family relationships are disasterous but that’s okay. i am lucky as i have a lifetime to choose my family and who is important to me and who i want to spend my time with..

98. i just realized i went through this entire list without talking about dawson’s creek or alias. that is insanity. i love both shows.

99. i love boston pizza. it is my favourite restaurant. pasta tuesday, bitches. the waitress even knows what i order.

100. i am stealing this one from sarah as it is true for me too: “I start a lot of things I never finish. This isn’t one of them.”

i am still sick. i didn’t go to work today and parker went to daycare anyway. when i called in, the big boss man did not even recognize my voice as i sound hot like a transexual. i spent the day, napping and watching movies. i even completed the 100 things about me and perhaps, slightly more productive…a load of laundry.

today, i watched chasing amy and some of kissing jessica stein. i ended up shutting it off when it got to the point of discussing who you call to take care of you when you are sick. i am sick now and i have no one to buy me juice or rub my back. i never do. it’s unfortunate because i am such a suck when i am sick. i am quite independent most of the time but when i am sick, i just wish someone would come over to take care of me. suck, suck, suck.

the sick and congested should refrain from thinking whenever possible. this afternoon, while i was watching chasing amy, i began to relate to ben affleck’s character. maybe i am headed down the same road. it’s no secret that everyone i meet has more wild sexual experiences than i have had. i’ve never had any threesomes or same sex adventures, or really, done anything crazy that would make a good movie. in fact, whenever the subject of sex comes up, i jump to conclusions that someone else just wants sex from me and run like the wind. maybe i am just worried that my lack of experiences and i’m feeling like i will never be at their level/good enough? insert countless other inadequacies here. but maybe the person is past that stage and has moved on and i am exactly what they are looking for? or maybe i was right and they were attacking my values? finally, maybe i am hammered on nyquil and not making any sense?

anyway, it got me thinking that unless i am going to exclusively date virgins (just like you, dave :), i should learn to deal with my hangups. although it is unlikely that i am going to spend the rest of my life chasing css (because although i could do a lot worse, i might be able to do a whole lot better), i wouldn’t want to make that mistake in the future. sometimes i think that i should just have three drinks and sleep with some random to get back on the horse so to speak, and be ready for if i ever meet anyone decent.

in other kevin smith inspired news, “the impression that i get” took me on a trip down memory lane. back in my bar star days, there was this band that covered the song. (yes, i’m purposely vague to avoid the google.) they rocked the inntowner and the lead singer took a bit of a liking to me. he chatted me up between sets both nights instead of the other girls around. take that, bitches. he remembered me the next time they came to town, saying that they had a picture of my friend and i on their fridge. anyway, since i was still a wimp, nothing major happened but i still refer to him as “the missed one night stand of my life” cause christ, he was hot. maybe if i had some good stories, like being a groupie and having a box of “rock cocks” in my basement, i would not be so crazy neurotic right now. live and learn, laura.

see but then you can look at it the other way. my past, although there was definitely no fingercuff action, is something that the church-going/good people crowd frowns upon. i never did anything too crazy in my younger days, just drunkenly made a fool out of myself and rounded second with everyone in town, but sometimes, it comes up and….ouch. that’s all i need to say about that. as much as i’ve changed and am different now, i guess i wouldn’t want people judging me on that either. so maybe i should just be more open, “oh, golden showers, prostitutes, threesomes, videos, and having a whole campground watch..it’s allll fine with me!” or maybe i should just stick with my original guy feeling that “people who do stuff like that are not my kind of people”, no matter how hypocritical it may be? ouch, kevin! you’ve made my brain explode.

finally, if being a lesbian is anything like how it is in chasing amy and kissing jessica stein, sign me up. like that song she sings..wow.

note to self: don’t blog when hammered on the nyquil. kudos to you if you actually followed any of these tangents. go to bed, laura.

the past couple days, i’ve had a little “tickle” in my throat. i thought nothing of it and just figured i was thirsty or something. i do talk alot, it is possible the mouth could be dry. i’ve also been more stuffed up than usual. i have been stuffed up forever, i finally figured out that it is probably allergies unless i’ve had a cold for six months. i was tough and denying the possible symptoms of a cold brewing.

i was so wrong.

i have been up all night, coughing, snorting, wheezing and blowing my nose.

my cold is even penetrating my dreams. i was having this weird sex dream about someone with whom i will likely never be intimate. we were at school and i was searching for something on his computer. we started going at it and then he stopped and said, “christ, laura. don’t you ever breathe through your nose?!” and then i woke up.

it’s going to be a fabulous day. i hate being sick. even worse, i hate being sick and having to go to work.

despite not having my son with me for most of mother’s day, i am having a good day. i worked this morning. i find working holidays keeps me grounded. although my life isn’t so hot sometimes, it could be worse. i could be in an abusive relationship and be living in a shelter, raising my children while battling substance abuse issues and mental illness. compared to that, my minor problems are…well, minor. it’s all about perspective.

tonight i went out at christie’s house with her family. (yes, it is still christie’s house even though she moved out a year ago and yes, i go to her family dinners when she and mike aren’t even in town.) we played outside since it finally was a little nicer out. “parker” (really, sue) made me this plaque with his handprints and a poem that almost made me cry. i received a ton of mother’s day wishes including phone calls from christie and my brother and msn messages from other friends. i even got some chicken in a biskit from america. once again, i am surrounded by awesome people in my life. i didn’t do anything with my grandma but i saw her yesterday and we have plans to celebrate mother’s day in winnipeg next weekend.

happy mother’s day to all the moms i know!

today’s yard sale adventure was nuts. i ended up at sarah’s house last night after i woke up around 1230am. we went to mcdonalds, drove around and watched the bodyguard complete with the collective fat girl sighs and “oh my god. i love you, kevin costner!” shrieks. i fell asleep at about 4am and then woke up at 730am to look up the good sales in the paper. it was raining (again) but last year, i learned that rainy days are the best days to go as all the wimps are staying home. i woke up sarah’s house at 8am with my chipper good morning “let’s go yardsailing!” greetings.

i rocked the yard sales lindsay lohan style, crashing in my clothes and wearing them out again the next day which is…hot just like ms. lindsay these days except my version involves sweatpants and lacks the cocaine and any sexual activity.

the haul:

~ a classic jump rope for heart tshirt identical to the one i wore in grade four. (this is will be 2006’s answer to the nip rock lakers) and orange see-thru dress/cover-up: 50 cents

~ books galore! total steals included he’s just not that into you for (25 cents) and a pile of self-help books that will give me ideas on couselling for work. one of the neat retarded finds was guide to your erronous zones with a picture of a very smiley guy on the cover. since reading is hard with contacts stuck to your eyeballs, upon first glance we thought it said erogenous zones which although close, does not mean the same thing. i also found meet the stars of dawson’s creek for 10 cents. i plan to use it for podgy.

~ household shit: two wooden bowls, two huge sunflower soup bowls and a package of coasters that we thought were wall hangings that will be sold at the next yard sale.

~a ton of books for parker for $5. there were robert munsch, disney books in mint condition, a floor size puzzle of canada and the game memory. i also got him a little people garage for $2.

~ abba’s greatest hits volume II on tape and chasing amy on vhs

there was other stuff but not as memorable. in fact, since i was so tired drunk, i was carrying some of the stuff in the house and thought, “who bought this shit?”

one of the neat things about going to yard sales with me is that i get very excited. i get pretty excited about things in general but surprise finds at yard sales bring me such joy. i literally screamed with glee, “oh my god. oh my god!” when i found he’s just not that into you and meet the stars of dawson’s creek. unfortunately, when you have such a public outburst, people have the tendency to look and see what you found because they are nosey. when they realize that i am getting in such an uproar over an eight year old teen novel, they look at me like i am a total dork.

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