tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186580622009-07-10T22:24:53.675-05:00An insight into the mind of a Lady PutzCrankyputzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591noreply@blogger.comBlogger429125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7142211538650873422009-06-26T13:53:00.000-05:002009-06-26T13:54:58.938-05:00

The dog ate itMJ’s passing leaves me affix-iated to the TVThe Black Berry Photolog post, while a hot idea, didn’t quite come out the way I envisionedI am going to a cottage this weekend…my first cottage experienceA friend passed on soca cd’s and I am busy driving around Toronto, jumping around in my car, singing, “Jouvert, Jouvert….I gotta go” while people on the road give me dirty looksI spent

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I got a great blog coming in.I just have to Locate my Black Berry Connector wire thingy (how I described it to the guy a Best Buy)And then, boy oh boy do I have a blog for you,

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Random Thoughts on a Wednesday afternoonA friend visited from Dubai this weekend. We met later on in life, but since then he got married, had two kids, and is now running the family business. I….well we all know the state of evolution that is my life. Our friendship is based on an uncanny understanding we have between us. This could be because we both share the same birthday or some other

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She sits across from me, exhausted, depleted, undone. It is seven am and she is dressed in a tailored blue suit, her hair a beautiful shade of black, translucent pearls adorns her fragile neck. Something about her exhaustion attracts me. My eyes follow her.She gets off at Queen, and walks mechanically up the stairs. The station is engulfed with the morning crowds, rushing through, trying to get

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In my humble opinion Donald Trump the world a great disservice to the business world other day by hiring Joan Rivers as his apprentice. Truth be told I was never too found of Joan Rivers, it was more of a gut feeling than any rooted behavior. The surgically embellished face and that creepy daughter who was never too far way, didn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling.Her behaviour on the Apprentice

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The other day hundreds of Tamil's protesting the deaths of civilians caught up in the cross fire of the Sri Lankan civil war, took claim of one of the major highways in Toronto. The whole thing was really bizarre, as they had children, teenagers and grandmothers, on the front lines of the stand off with police. As a result the high was shut down for hours, and the police force had to be

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My parents are social beings. To date I have yet to spend a New Years Eve with them, because every new years they are off to a dance with their friends.CP: “I’d like to invite Dad and You to my place for Mother’s day”MP (Sheepishly): “Oh, so sorry, but we have a prior engagement.”CP (Incredulous): “Er its mother’s day and you only have two kids, so who’s your prior engagement”MP: “Well your

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I don’t know if it’s the lack of excitement in my life, or if I’m too busy living it, but the urge the blog is few and far between.“Wine Wine Wine Wine Wine Wine Wine Wineeeee…WE LIKE IT…”Is the most ridiculous song I have stuck in my head.There is something utterly captivating about how this man says the word ‘wine’ in a melodious, almost hypnotic way.I am addicted to watching Toronto lime

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I step onto the crowded subway and wedge myself into my favourite spot, by the door, and as the subway chugs on, the sun shines through.I close my eyes, immersing myself in the beautiful light, smiling and loving every little ray.Sensing a stare I open my eyes to a tanned, well structured mature face, which takes a long, deep look into mine and then looks away. He’s got golden brown hair, well

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The weather in Toronto is like the unruly cousin everyone is obsessed with, wild, unpredictable and always worth a mention. For the past couple of days it’s been sunny, a nice change after months of overcast skies. The air remains cold, with brisk winds making your hair stand on end. Yet the sun promises better days to come, which opens the door for shoe challenges. It is now too hot to wear

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Toronto is a very environmentally conscious city. It took some getting used to when we came out from wasteful Dubai. I try to do my part, re-cycle, flush every other time, use the AC sparingly in the summer, , take the stairs instead of the elevator, use Brita filters instead of water bottles…. that sort of thing. Last week everyone began to go on and on about Earth Hour; an hour in which

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It used to be my favourite day of the week. The day when we would bust out the yellow gloves and do the washing that had been pilling up all week, or the laundry, arduously making trips down to the laundry room with our accumulated change. Sunday’s back then ended in swaying to Sade and goblets of wine.Now, my Sunday’s go a little something like this; aching bones from an obligatory weekend of

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Cranks: Why didn’t you call, It was my birthday, you didn’t call for two months…why?Jumbs: Well Cranks, yuh know, something happened, I can’t remember exactly what…Cranks: Well let me remind you, nothing happened,Jumbs: I’m sure something happened, I just can’t remember………..Cranks: That’s because nothing happened…Jumbs: I was embarrassed after, I wanted to call, but I couldn’t, so when I

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When Jumbie got back, he called, and called, and called, and showed up at work, and called….Simultaneously things with Newbie went downhill. He went from calling and interested to an odd text here and there, asking if alls well. Alls well that ends well……However all the calling from Jumbie presented a problem. I haven’t yet developed the ability to ignore him completely, so instead (being as

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My Dearest Would-Be:It’s been a while.You’ve been on mind lately.You tend to be on my mind when everything else goes to the shits.Turns out I am high strung Would be. (I know sweetness, I’m a little shocked too.) All this time I’ve been going around suspecting that I may be high maintenance (sort of like that line in ‘When Harry met Sally,’ “you’re the worst kind, the kind of girl, the kind who

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When I was fifteen, chain letters were all the rage in Dubai. I remember reading my first one. A crisp envelope, with my name scrawled on the front, and a thin piece of paper, so fine, you could see through it; with a terse message that I was chosen from millions, to spread the ever important message, and then a dire warning that should I not send out the letter as per instructions to five

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You know in your head when you romantically miss someone who you think you love and you imagine what it would be like to See, talk or run into them again?You can almost picture the feeling, the emotion and the love that will run through your veins.Sunday morning my phone rings at 7.30am. In my sleepy daze I thought to myself wow, Newbie wasn’t joking about having breakfast. I pick up and hear the

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The Newbie and mine goes a little like this: At the wedding dressed up to the nines, I was asked to do a mini salsa performance (for those of you lucky enough to know me in real life, the video is posted on FB under my profile.) As I sashay across the room, unbeknownst to me, he is looking on; thinking got to meet that girl. (Or so he claims in retrospect.)Later on in the night he is among the

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I’m dating again.And it makes me nervous.Like I am having mini anxiety attacks.Feelings of anxiousness are perforating my bodyThere is all this talkingText-ing, sms-ing, Black Berry-ingQuestions, getting to know detailsSharing, caring, spreading of informationThat leaves me exhaustedAnd Monday after an exhilarating night of dancingI found myselfWith the phone,Dialing a numberListening as he said

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No truer words were spoken to me today. You can never save the friend from the disaster that is her man. (Listen up Rhi Rhi’s friends) The man can mack on you in front of her, and she’ll think he’s sweet for being so inclusive of her friends.You can warn your friends at work, to dress for the job they want, to act more professional but all you’re going to earn is a reputation as the bossy work

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Chris beat up RiRi? Oh Lawd….for some reason he just seems too young to be a wife beater…what a sorry story, all I know is if a man is going to raise his hand on me, he better not fall asleep…..On Fellow bloggers calling you nosey: Listen if your seductive writing gets me hooked into your life, you owe me regular updates, in the same way Grey’s Anatomy writers owe me good episodes…..I never

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When your 17, they encourage you to take your time, look around….why are you going out all the time, meeting all these boys, stay home, stay home….When your 20, they say, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, don’t settle down just yet…you’re too young, sure he loves you now, but something better is going to come along….When your 25, they say, you’re still young, but you’d be surprised how

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A few close friends have gotten the boot, and many Canadian Companies are ready to engage in a mass (a fond HR term) "restructure." The uncertainty and tension at workplaces is palatable. People are walking around like zombies, wondering who is next.Being the consummate professional that I am, I have come up with a few to do’s in the event of an impending lay off:Clean out your office- It is

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They make resolutions they go on to break.They hope for new loves.They feel a sense of freedom of fresh beginning.This year the world got their fresh beginning in the form of Obama. Watching TV and reading articles on the transition got me thinking about how much the language of the world has changed. Words like hope, love, civic duty, obligation and possibility are being flung around willy

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It’s the 23rd of Jan, and I have been amiss in updating my blog. But there was too much going on in the world, too much hope and fuzzy feelings bouncing off my TV for me to do anything but rush home to be glued to my couch.There was also Mexico, a week of indulgence and debauchery. Isn't the Mayan a beautiful place? Why again did I willingly come back to minus 30?Now I am back. With warm fuzzy

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