Sharing the Spotlight: Online Dating – Clothing Optional

I came across this post a little while back and it gave me a good giggle.  It reminded me of my online dating days and like the author of the post below, I too struggled to make sense of the chest baring photos when all I wanted was a nice face.

Maybe it’s for the attention?  After all, here we are blogging about it.

What do you think?  Why do people of the dating world feel the need to show pictures of their unmentionables, or strategically place themselves in awkward positions just to show their ‘good side’?  Have you done this?  Or have you fallen victim to these pictures as well?

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Musings From a Tangled Mind: Online Dating – Clothing Optional

 

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Jam Sesh – Long Time Running

If I ever need to just break down and ball my eyes out – this is one will definitely strike that chord.  Why?  Not entirely sure.  It just sounds so fucking sad but yet, so raw and real.

Like just about every song of The Tragically Hip’s, I really can’t decipher the message or the meaning and a brief search of Google tells me everyone else is in the same boat.  One woman thought the song was entirely about boobs and vaginas, another guy thought it was a man talking to his son about divorce and another thought it was about a guy who hated his manipulative and evil girlfriend.  Either way – no matter what you think – it’s a great fucking song.  Long live The Hip!

Is It Just Me . . . ?

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Is it just me, or is anyone else curious to see if Cats with Hats is a real thing?

If you haven’t seen the ad on GoDaddy.com, check it out here:

 

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Alas, it’s not.

And I am crushed.

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This Is Why I Will Never Fully Heal

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Written and Submitted By: Colleen George

“Time heals all wounds.” That’s what they tell you when you lose someone you love.

They tell you that in time, you will heal.

They tell you that in a matter of months, you will get “better.” No matter who you lose or how you lose them, we are taught that one day we will be fixed. Our edges will be sewn back together, and we will once again be whole and complete. We are told that all of this will happen, or simply put, “It will happen in time.”

But do you know what? Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Time doesn’t magically mend all of our broken edges, or sew us back together where we are empty. Time doesn’t fix us.

Time doesn’t make up for that absence of the person we love – it just doesn’t. And do you know why? Time doesn’t…

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What If Donald Trump Were A Monkey?

Ha ha ha ha! – Enough said.
Enjoy!

The Arm Chair Pontificator

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People, I gotta tell ya’, I just ate the BIGGEST banana ever!  I found it in the jungle where I live.  It was on the HUUGGEST banana tree EVER!  This whole jungle is HUUUGGGEE!!!  I mean, it’s the BESTLYEST jungle ever.  Period.  No jungle anywhere has EVER been THIS bigly.  Oh, I’m KING in this jungle, too.  The biglyest, greatestist KING there ever was ever!   The HUUUGGEESST crowd of jungle residents EVER came to witness my coronation the other day.  They love me.  All of them.  Every single solitary animal in this jungle LOVES me!   Get it?  You’d better, or I’ll refuse to EVER speak to any of you again.   Now, it’s time for you all to leave so I can use my “like a smart monkey” brain to plan the utter, greatestist, biglyest destruction of my enemies that EVER has been seen by anyone, ever, anywhere.

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Sharing the Spotlight ~ Life

I came across this piece of writing the other day and I felt as though I had to share it.
We’ve all experienced the shitty things that life can throw at us, especially at the most inopportune times. One of my greatest fears is losing my battle with life and allowing it to get the best of me. It can be relentless and more times than not, I want to quit. I want out. I don’t want to “adult” anymore. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s been there.
But remind yourself, as this poem did for me – that there is good in life. And that my friends, is where your focus should be!
Enjoy!
ORIGINAL BLOG CREDIT:

AksThariani / The Poetic Syndrome / Life

The Poetic Syndrome

Life’s isn’t simple,it’s the biggest lie

Leaving it to God,hoping it will be alright

No matter how windy it gets or how stormy the sky,

A candle has to burn before you put a hand around to protect it’s light.

Life isn’t always cheerful and glittering

Sometimes,it’s colored with shades less bright

Loneliness embittering

But then,dark clouds are more soothing than intense sunlight.

Life doesn’t always make sense

It’s funny,fictious,often hard to buy

Light years away,millions of atoms burning intense

But all you see is a star twinkling merrily in the night sky.

Life loves to hit you hard often like a stone thrown into a serene lake

While you watch your ‘soul mates’ just ripple by

So feel the pain,feel alive,enjoy the challenges it can bake

and kiss them a delightful good bye.

Life is your empty piece of paper,fill it,decide what gets embedded

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Jam Sesh – Northern Girl & Alberta Bound

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For the most part, when people think of Canada they think:  snow,  ice,  cold,  toques,  and hockey.  Truth is, I can’t argue against any of those!  That’s Canada in a very tight nut shell.  But not ALL year round.  I’m paying homage to being Canadian in this Jam Sesh and showcasing two great Canadian artists that I love listening to.  For those who don’t know, Canada is celebrating its 150th  Anniversary this year!

 

I love singing at the top of my lungs to both of these songs but I also love how they show our appreciation for all things,    well . . .    Canadian!

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Take a listen and enjoy!

 

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Is It Just Me . . . ?

Is it just me, or does anyone else talk to their eggs while flipping them in an attempt to prevent yolk breakage?

Example:

[Me saying to eggs:]             “Thaaat’s it . . . . niiice and easy now,  nice and easy…..cooome on …. come on you fucking bastard …. [flips egg successfully].. FUCK YEAH!!  Fuck you egg! Muahaha!”

Anyone else?

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New Year, Shmoo Year

I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions.  I used to be –  until I discovered something about myself many years ago:  I have incredibly limited will power.  When it comes to resolutions or any type of change in general, I am severely stuck in my ways.  I am by no means proud of this little piece of self-discovery but I am aware of it and therefore, choose not to fool myself into thinking otherwise.  As a wise man once said:

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Although I may not be on the New Year’s resolution band wagon like the rest of you, I do believe in making changes – just make them throughout your life.  Why do people wait until New Year’s day to be all like, “I’m going to lose weight and stop drinking! Enough of this shit!”. . .  why didn’t you say that a month ago?  Or six months ago?  Bitch, please. Recognizing your shitty qualities isn’t a bad thing, as long as you work towards changing them.  That’s kinda the point. . . .

When I look back to January 1st, 2016, I can remember that day very, very vividly.  New Year’s eve of 2015 was nothing short of a fucking disaster (for me anyway).  What was supposed to be a simple house party turned into a circus resulting in screaming, crying and an overall write-off of an evening.  In a nut shell,  it was fucking awful.  I remember waking up new years day to still have people in my house, high on drugs and drunk as fuck.  I told them all to get out and realized then and there that things needed to change.  This was not meThis was not my lifeThis was not ok.  I was so mad and so upset that I said “fuck this shit”, checked myself into a hotel, swam in the pool and soaked in the hot tub all myself.  I ordered food galore and let me tell you, I’ve never been more relaxed and at ease than I was that day.  I felt entitled and I felt after the night I had and lack of respect that was shown in my own house, that I damn well deserved to treat myself to whatever the hell I wanted.  While watching “Waiting to Exhale” on the tv and stuffing my face with beer battered fish, complete with grease soaked fries – it was like God himself agreed I needed a fucking break.  I wanted and needed a vacation and although I couldn’t afford a trip to Mexico or some other beachy joint, I could afford a one night stay away from it all.  And it was great.

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This year was quite different. I was sleeping before midnight even came and I awoke with no anger and perhaps more importantly, no hangover.  Things had changed.  Throughout 2016 I made it a point to not take shit from anyone.  Stop being a push over and stand your ground.  At the same time, I also realized how sour, bitchy and down right hateful I was becoming.  I was filled with such spite and it was showing.  I knew that wasn’t me.  Nor did I want to continue living a life with anger and hatred in my heart.  I’ve had some shitty things happen in my life and unfortunately, I let it all get to me and break me down.  The person I became was awful but it made me understand how other people can be that way.  It made sense.  I was that person.  I vowed in 2016 to change my ways.  Be more compassionate, don’t be so quick to anger,  learn to smile through the pain and be there for others.  But in the same breath, I also promised to make more time for myself.  Whether it was writing, playing guitar or just vegging out on the couch – I had to make time for ME (and not feel guilty about it!).

Like a lot of people, 2016 was a shit fucking year.  Not just because of all the celebrities who died but because my mom battled lung cancer the whole way through it.  2016 was the last year of life my mom had and 2016 would be the last year that I would have a parent in my life.  I never imagined that I would see the things I saw or did the things I did in 2016 with regards to my mother.  I have regrets, I have a lot of sadness and words left unsaid.  I have reoccurring images that won’t leave my head – in fact, I’m not sure if they ever will.  I am that person that people always tell you not to be.  “Live with no regrets!, Tell them you love them!,  It’s never too late”.  Yep, it actually kind of is.  I did not heed the wise words of advice that you see splattered everywhere these days.  Now, with both my mom and dad gone, I look to my siblings to keep the idea of “family” alive.  Siblings who fought and disagreed while their mother was dying.  Siblings who find it hard to come together without being reminded of the loss that our family has had to endure in such a short time frame.  It’s hard.  It’s really fucking hard.  But life is not easy.  Life will never be easy.  A year ago I could never have imagined saying such a thing.  In fact, I would have blamed life and I would probably would have got even more angry with the world and its constant ‘unfairness’.  But now, I can look at the tragedies that happen, and try with all my might, to find the good in them.

I don’t necessarily believe in New Years resolutions, but I do believe in resolutions nonetheless.  I think it’s important to always keep ourselves in some sort of check.  I realized I was a fucking bitch and I worked on that (still am working on it).  I realized that even though I may never become an editor or a famous writer or even a fucking papergirl, I should never give up on writing.  I also realized that helping people in need and showing even the slightest bit of compassion goes a long way.  Charity starts at home and I’ve been lucky enough to lend a hand to a few good friends throughout the year whether they needed a place to lay their heads for a while, or just needed some groceries for the week.  I’ve been helping a relative who also happens to be a severe drug addict.  He now has employment, and has been clean for a month.  I don’t do this to become some type of martyr or to get praise – I do it because it’s what we ALL should do.  Help if you can.  I do it because I hope that in the end, if and when they see people down on their luck, they will remember the help that was extended to them and carry it forward.  If I’ve seen anything throughout 2016 it’s how evil, manipulative and down right nasty people can be in this world.  My advice, don’t fucking be like that.  Be kind.  Be understanding.  And SHOW COMPASSION.  Have a fucking heart and put yourself in other people’s shoes once in a while.  Stay humble and stay true to yourself.  Your older self will thank you.

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Now, as for my own resolutions, I haven’t planned out anything too extravagant or flamboyant. Just a few reminders really:

  1. Drink more water
  2. Really try to quit smoking (like make a really good fucking effort)
  3. Drink more wine (it has less calories)
  4. Go for more walks (working out is a total bonus but mainly, just walk)
  5. Stop spending money foolishly
  6. Continue to be strong for others
  7. Go somewhere warm for Christmas and New Years this year (so save your fucking money you glutton!)
  8. Slow down.
  9. Contemplate making babies
  10. Play with the cats more often
  11. Continue to SEE and APPRECIATE the small things in life (for small moments make for the best memories).

For those who have set New Year’s resolutions for themselves, I wish you all the best.  Perhaps you can lend me some helpful hints at how you keep them going throughout the year?

Until next time,

Stay cool.

xoxo

Jam Sesh – C’est La Vie

I love music.  Like, I fucking love music.

Every once in a while I’ll be posting some music vids.  You don’t have to watch or listen to them – I really don’t care.  But I would hope that you would at least give them a chance.

I adore country music.  I’m talking – the old, twangy, banjo-pickin’ diddies but I also love newer country.  I’m a fan of ALL music (and I actually mean that), so you will see quite a variety; some mainstream, some not.  Either way, take a listen.

Also – if you know some good tunes, feel free to introduce me to them.  I’m always open to listening to new and rising talent and also the old gems that may have been forgotten!

 

Song: C’est La Vie
By: Bobby Bazini