tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32576952011-07-07T16:08:28.914-06:00I started this blog in December of 2001, and although the posts have become sporadic, and completely devoid of anything other than banale rhetoric, it's still alive... and I'm glad.bouncehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960988418059775290noreply@blogger.comBlogger5111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257695.post-22624768177455095022009-08-26T17:17:00.001-06:002009-08-26T17:17:27.163-06:00

Write bitch write. Those are the only words of advice I have for myself. It’s been over a year since I quit writing altogether. No more online journal entries, no more stories on napkins not even mini notebooks. Nothing.I quit altogether. Other than two cathartic poems that haunt me, I have nothing to show for an entire year of my life. It is the first time in 15 years that I have no record

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Dearest Internets, By now you are well versed in the fact that Bounce is ape shit crazy.But now I am treading in waters I've never been in... and I'm scared that a tidal wave will bowl me over and leave me a tattered mess at the bottom of the waters.And there is so much updating to do - this may be a multi pronged story.So let's start at the beginning.When I first met D, he was a "random". There

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Ok, So last week I was in a funk.And now time for Bounce's True Confessions.I am a jealous crazy insecure freak.The reason I was really in a funk was because I was snooping through D's email. And the more I read these missives back and forth between the ex, the more hysterical I was getting.Finally one morning I called home from work."Honey, you need to change your passwords. I've been reading

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I've sunk into a funk. I love the way that sounds. But the truth is I hate the way it feels. My worklife is complicated. I've more than stagnated at work, I've started back sliding. I am going to make the ridiculous decision to take a backwards step at work so that I can improve my standing in the company. The theory being that once I've reproven myself I can finally advance again. But it

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Who Remembers THIS Song?Yesterday I wore the Sweater belonging to a boy.Well my boy.And there really is something glorious about wearing the sweater belonging to a boy... and more importantly when the sweater belongs to "your boy" there's something beyond glorious.This is thrilling for me on two counts. Firstly, I was never ever "small enough" to fit into any boy's sweater.Secondly, it's my

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It is well documented amongst these pages that I suffer from rampant uncontrollable jealousy. Often times this jealousy has been warranted. Often times it has been exacerbated by circumstance and situation.Dating "the guy" was a terrible example of when natural silly jealousies are exacerbated by circumstance and situation. Can you imagine loving a guy or a girl... just imagine... and wanting to

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"Honey, I will stand by you no matter what, and I want you to give me babies!"This is the phrase that became the turning point in my relationship.There has been no reneging on the deal. There has been no hesitation. There has been copious practice in the art/act of copulation.But I confess that I was worried. What if the pressure is too much. I don't mean the pressure to change one's entire

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I know that I should be... but I'm not a big believer in privacy. I understand - no that's not true - I have read and acknowledge that it's probably very important in a relationship, but I just can't fathom it as being IMPORTANT. I'm of the opinion if you've got nothing to hide, why do you need privacy? Which is probably very unfair, as everyone ought to have "a room of their own". Alduous

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Soooooooooo, took a giant step and gave yet another family member this url... (hi honey).Was hesitant to do so... because I've been so far removed from that side of the family that well... they know nothing about me.The label "black sheep" doesn't even come close to describing my position... I always just get the feeling I'm "just someone that they used to know".**********************************

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Do you remember a hundred years ago, when I threatened to write more... and then I never did?Yeah, that probably won't change.I keep promissing Kgrrl that I'll write again... apparently we can add chronic liar and flake to my myriad faults.I want to write more... but how do I let you know all the real things happening in my life when they're one big giant secret... ... and by secret... I mean

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this doesn't necessarily mean that i'm back... it just means i popped in to say hi

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hissing geese protecting their nests - the most beautiful thing i've ever seenthe man who adopted me just hit reply all to an email his daughter - my half sister sent (my baby Methusaleh who already has her own baby..)... he has avoided me for 17 years... i responded Hi? how are you? i wonder if he'll reply... i wish he loved me.

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You scored as Postmodernist. Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies on context and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis.

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Mammers (the woman who gave birth to me over 33 years ago) is in Utah right now with Methuselah and Gideon (her twin daughters - my half sisters). Both Girls are/were pregnant. Methuselah actually just gave birth to a little girl...and Gideon is due any day now. The twins are 26 years old. Their little brother (my half-brother) Ginky has apparently (in the venacular) knocked up his

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Dearest Maman,The last time I see you will be in a Home Sense or Linens 'n' Things store. I don’t know if this is before Christmas of last year or after Christmas. But I hope that it is before Christmas, because with the phenomenal knowledge of hindsight, I don’t want our last meeting to have been bittersweet for you. I hope that the last time I see you is before you are diagnosed with Cancer.

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Everybody knows about W.I.B (West Indies Beauty – for the uninformed), but nobody’s ever heard speak of Nathan. Nathan was always peripheral. Nathan is no longer peripheral; something in which I was ironically instrumental.Nathan is WIB’s brother. I have vague memories of playing “exploration” games with him as a kid. We’d be in the basement of WIB’s Ranchlands townhouse. And WIB, Nathan and

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Last night Mr Neighbour and I were having some tender minutes together.All very G rated. It was the nuzzling and kissing type of affection that sometimes gets lost along the way. We get busy with our lives and move into the R rated affection with the practised manoeuvres that are most likely to elicit the expected response in the quickest amount of time. Ignoring the tenderness and affection

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So I visited Carrie's page today.And she was "strumming my pain with her fingers".And it makes me want to write about the exact same feelings.And it makes me wonder what deficiency I have.And it makes me feel better that if I have a deficiency, there's someone out there with the same deficiency.And it makes me feel better that she worries that other people will find this out about her, because I

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So Medium Tits just sent me an email with this link...Oh dear I laughed.... because it's so me... and W.I.B. (west indies beauty).As seen on Break.comanway, this weekend has been hellishly long.quick synopsis as I wrote it to Minegrrrl.Mr Neighbour's parents and grandmother were in town this weekend, so we were swamped.On Friday night we (Mr Neighbour and Bounce) went to an interactive play

bouncehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960988418059775290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257695.post-1146598068638449822006-05-02T13:13:00.000-06:002006-05-02T14:16:22.043-06:00

Abhorrently sexist, brilliantly fantastic, magically enthralling, dim and silly, deep and intricate, the Calgary Opera performance of The Magic Flute was all this and more.It’s a silly opera. It’s a beautiful opera. I want to be the Queen of the Night. I want to sing like the Queen of the Night. I want to wear the fancy costumes.In my former life (we’ll call that BmN - Before Mr Neighbour), the

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Please tell me that orange and yellow are the new black.Please tell me that a mottled tiger shadings are the new colour du jour.Please tell me that a beautiful bouquet of autumn red, orange and yellow gerber daisies are the must have flowers for new brides.Please tell me that brass is the new platinum.Please tell me these things.Please tell me that McCuts is the new Jose Ebert salon.I only ask

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The man on the bus who sat next to me this morning kept rolling little bits of snot between his index finger and thumb.My dress is made of a stretch material that keeps snagging on my stubbly (albeit shaven only yesterday) legs.I want to post my family’s genealogy, but apparently have to wait until everyone’s dead first. Apparently my great grandfather Chuck-Harry (name altered to protect his

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Never EnoughThis is so sad... and real... and raw... and I wonder if this is what Peter's wife is going through...

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break!Okay, so got all reactionary and stoopid yesterday.Came home.Bit Mr Neighbour's head off.Decided to chillax. Stood on the scale.He urged me out of his mood in his noble calming loving way.Have lost 10lbs in about 7 weeks.Not complaining.Send emails to Trainer detailing eating habits, she says " chillax."I'm losing slowly, I'm exercising at least 3 times a week. And if I'm

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ok, so the weekend sucked ass.Pizza on Sunday - but huge quantities...as in one whole cheese bread from Little Caesars... so we're not even going to discuss the weekend.Let's move onto Monday... which wasn't much better, but I remember it more clearly... less of a junk food haze...Breakfast, one egg, plus one egg white... (it was supposed to be two egg whites, but one of my yolks dropped in the

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These short and sporadic moments of mini - reflection are based on the fact that I really think I've run out of things to talk about... I mean how many times can you tell a person...I work outI eatI go to bedI wake upI go to workI work outI eatI go to bedI wake upI go to workad nauseum.But Ass. K (ha, I love it when people call her that) and I were emailing back and forth ferociously (as is our

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So we have a new year, and a new look.I went onto www.michaelkors.com and I confess I stole their colour scheme, for the updated colours on my blog.What's been happening in my little world?Well I go to the gym daily (except for last week... where I missed 7 full days). I've joined Body For Life, so that I can at least find some level of health that doesn't enjoin my ass to the couch. Oh how my

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I dreamt about Peter the other night.I knew that it had to be a dream, because he was so real. He was so alive and he was with me.I was lying on his bed with him, curled up in his arms.“This is a dream, isn’t it?" I asked.He said that it wasn’t.“It has to be. ““No, it doesn’t.”“If it’s not a dream, pinch me. Prove to me that you’re alive and here with me now.”But he wouldn’t pinch me.

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11 dishes for 10 people.The menu was eclectic and international as were the guests.We gorged ourselves silly on:TurkeyHamBread stuffingYam/Sweet Potato FriesGravyGreek SaladCaesar SaladAsian Cabbage SaladRice and Peas (Jamaican Rice, Kidney beans and coconut milk)Brussel Sprouts and BaconMashed PotatoesAnd this was all before dessert (naturally three different desserts). Kudos to Cassa for

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Even though I have definite plans to poison friends and family on Sunday, I have been all smiles.I'm very excited to provide all my friends with healthy doses of botulism and salmonella.The truth is, I'm a lousy hostess. I don't have what it takes.But I love my friends and family.And I'm thrilled that they're going to be in my house gamely trying to eat my food...hey... speaking of which, '

bouncehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960988418059775290noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257695.post-1134669886110289532005-12-15T11:01:00.000-07:002005-12-15T11:37:41.003-07:00

sent this letter out... but if I've missed anybody... here you go...Hello Myriad friends and fans….I'm having my annual Xmas Celebration on Sunday the 25th…Now don't be surprised if I've never invited you before…It's because this is my first one…And I'm scared … very scared … But I don't want to be the only one who dies of salmonella from undercooked turkey … so if I go, I'm hoping to take some

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I know that you want me to write the way I used to write.Everything was funny. I saw the humour in most things, there was a self deprecating story for every day of my life. I know that you wanted me to come back and tell you the follow up story to my river tubing experiences from last year. No seriously, click the link, it's a bloody funny story.But today, I don't have it in me to tell the

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I leave for the sunny climes of South Africa on Thursday. This will be a fantastic trip as we will be introducing my beautiful baby nephew (ok, well he's 11, but he'll always be my baby), to deepest darkest Africa. Alright, that's not true either, we'll introduce him to the main tourist traps in Johannesburg. We're not going long enough to see anything else. So we'll just be sticking around my

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Maile PointWhere the Memorial was held*************************My Aunt and Cousin with Peter's beautiful baby girls*************************The table and pictograph scroll as well as the memorial service artwork created by his friends. Although you can't see it clearly in the picture, the artwork is Peter's name in the wave, and a lone surfboard on the beach.***************************Peter -

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It was overcast and threatened rain. I arrived at my Aunt’s place early in the afternoon. As stunning as ever, her high cheekbones and regal bearing brought to mind a cross between Sophia Loren and Grace Kelly. Our eyes filled with tears. This is my family. Always beautiful. I am in a beautiful setting for all the wrong reasons. I am here because Peter is not. I am here for Peter. No,

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I'm taking a little break from blogging.But will post a quick recap of week's events, feelings etc.The memorial service for Peter is on Sunday, so WIB and I are flying into Honolulu late Saturday night, and flying back early Monday. Although I'll barely be there for two full days, I'm looking forward to seeing my cousin and aunt and uncle, and meeting Peter's wife and kids. It's a terribly sad

bouncehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960988418059775290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257695.post-1128692222548261982005-10-07T07:01:00.000-06:002005-10-07T07:37:02.636-06:00

I bought the Calgary Herald today. I read about an urban affairs writer, Jim Kunstler who was recently in Calgary. He has blogged about his impressions of Calgary, and they are not at all flattering.The entry is laced with vivid descriptions such as "an archetypal city of immense glass boxes in a sterilized centre surrounded by an asteroid belt of beige residential subdivisions... The vast

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He wasn't handsome, but strangely fascinating. He had a character face. I had a job doing promotions. That week it was Satsumas that I was selling, big, beautiful, juicy, sweet Satsuma Oranges.He walked by, and then walked by again. And so we met for coffee later.The next day we met for lunch.That night we had a date.The next day we went to the market at Bruma Lake... before it became

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Dependable Renegade: Collect the whole set!Honestly if you've never seen this blog, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Go directly hereit is my favourite editorial page.

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All night and all morning I dreamt of Peter.I was putting together puzzle pieces that he had created in a different plane/dimension. I caught fragmented glimpses of him, in these shimmering pieces, but until I put all the pieces together, I wouldn't be able to get his message.I dove into a pool that looked like a puddle on the road, because I knew that it led to this other place where Peter was

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Sad Sunday.Neighbour and Bounce Had a Talk.Established that Bounce isn't good enough.Or in corporatese where there are no negatives...Bounce has areas that require improvement.Bounce thanked Neighbour for being the only man she's dated honest enough to tell her.Bounce feels worthless.Bounce needs to get a fucking life, because apparently Bounce's self worth is still wrapped up in what her man

bouncehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960988418059775290noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257695.post-1128109997670210352005-09-30T13:45:00.000-06:002005-09-30T13:53:17.676-06:00

There is a memorial service for Peter on the 16th of November.I will be there to represent my mom's side of the family.Grief is such an interesting concept.Loss, mourning what is lost.Mourning the loss of the person, the loss of the relationship, the loss of the potential, the loss of what should have been, the loss of what could have been, the loss of what never was, the loss of the illusion...

bouncehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15960988418059775290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257695.post-1128006992318465802005-09-29T08:49:00.000-06:002005-09-29T09:16:32.413-06:00

My fat elasticized waist pants keep rolling under my belly - which is expanding. (not because I'm pregnant you dope - just because i have a serious food addiction)My one foot is pinched and hurts in its tight, too cheap zellers shoe. The other foot keep's slipping in the shoe, because it's too big. It's definitely the shoes not the feet. No other shoes have done this to me. (well to such a

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cigarettes smoked in last week and a half - 0pounds lost - 0alchoholic beverages drank in the last week and a half - 1.5Ounces of Nyquil consumed - too manyMugs of Neo-citron consumed - more than the recommended dosageHot passionate sessions with man of my dreams - 1.5 (ha... there's a story in there somewhere)times i've changed my mind about Jones New York "Walking" coat that makes me look

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I feel like I'm back in school.I've been prepping the teacher and my class mates to not be surprised if I don't show up tomorrow.I've been sniffling and hacking and making everyone else around me very aware that I'm not well.And you just know that if I don't show up tomorrow, nobody would be shocked, they'd all say "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Bounce is a sicky... good thing she's not in."Only

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There is a man on my bus that looks like Glob.Please tell me you know Glob.Glob is famous.Glob is my arch nemesis.He is/was the NTN trivia champion of Melrose.And now you know how superbly geeky I really am.Most people go to the bar to have a good time with their friends.I went to play Trivial Pursuit over a network with a few other thousand geeks.I (along with the guy)was always coming in 2nd or

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A lot of people are linking here looking for updates or information on Little Peter... so once again, to make us smile.Pictures of my cousin..flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Little Peter and me, originally uploaded by bouncegrrrl. Little Peter in some

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Let me tell you about the circle of life. Old men die, and new baby boys are born.People far more eloquent than I have expounded on that notion, so I won't bore you.On Saturday, a 35 yr old man died. (I'm sure a lot more people than that died, but I only knew the 35yr old, so stay with me here people)The wednesday before I was blessed enough to spend time with a brand new beloved baby boy.I

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Beautiful things that come out of Singapore.I randomly hit the next blog button up in the right hand corner... and came across Helen Scott, whom I confess I now love and adore and has become the favourite blog of all blogs.From her blog, I started linking through to her readers' comments. Like attracts Like. I wanted to see what her readers were writing.Let's face it, You're fantastic, because

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This entry is neither urban nor urbane, therefore it must be bucolic.It's bucolic, because I live in a city which uses Western Chic as it's guiding architectural design.Kafka and I went through his pictures of Portugal last night, as well as his wedding album.Amongst the pictures from Portugal I see:A sign in portugal notes the bucolic landscape.A different sign notes angels falling.Signs in

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I remember the birthday I searched and found all my presents ahead of schedule. It was the year that I decided I was an artist. My mother had purchased art supplies and a journal. I snuck into my brother's closet where the presents were hidden. Called W.I.B. We went through every single last present.Even though I received all kinds of things that I really really wanted, it was a very

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Until this week most of my family did not know that I had this blog.My immediate family all knows. Some of my cousins know. I've emailed the link to one of the younger ones. And about a month ago I emailed the link to one of the older ones. In my mind's eye, my cousins are divided into the following categories:The older girls (two of them - both beautiful...)The older boys (one extraordinarily

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He's still on life support.Apparently his wife is not ready to take him off the life support.Rightly or wrongly, I'm glad.The supposition game:What if...What if he's kept on life support long enough for his brain to do some healing?What if he's able to breathe on his own again as his brain heals?What if the doctor's advice to take him off life support is a hasty one?***********************I want

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Letter from my UnclePeter's mother called to say that Peter's liver had failed completely and that there had been very extensive brain damage caused by enormous pressure of the swelling. Peter's wife has been advised by the doctors and it has been decided that Peter is to be taken off all artificial life support so that he can pass on naturally...I didn't make it to Portland to see him... and I

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Little Peter,Little Peter isn’t so little anymore.He was always a tall boy.His father is Big Peter, hence … Little Peter.Little Peter is handsome and smart.Little Peter can surf and skateboard.Little Peter is a photographer.When I was eight, Little Peter was the recipient of my little cousin crush.When I was 12, Little Peter was so confident compared to the awkwardness I felt in my own skin.When

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Little Peter and me, originally uploaded by bouncegrrrl. Little Peter in some mighty fine western duds... and me in my sunshiney yellow of course.

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Little Peter, Auntie C and me, originally uploaded by bouncegrrrl. Little Peter, Auntie C and me... he has the sweetest most angelic face.

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My life is much of a muchness - the closest to excitement I can muster is the painting of my kitchen walls. Walls = "frosted lemon" (aka yellow)Trim, Baseboards = "Florida Mango" (aka orange) Brightest goddamn kitchen you'll ever be in.Was tired of all these terribly somber, staid, and oh so proper taupes and beiges.... Besides the miserable previous owners had painted the kitchen hospital Green.

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So my sister wrote in her blog recently. It devastated me. I just want to be with her.Of all the entries she's ever written, it's the saddest entry I've ever read.

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We test drove a redMini Cooper last night.When I was a baby my mom had a read mini.I loved that car.I remember hiding in the back of the seat with Rafael... and that's pretty much my only memory of that car. I must have been really small, because I fit in the floor space in the back seats.The car we drove last night? It was damn cute. A little too space-agey... I really wanted it to look like

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Last night Mr Neighbour and I were getting ready to go out to dinner and to see a movie. All very date night with the DINKS*, don't you know. So at one point I had applied too much makeup and far toooooooooooooo much perfume. I wasn't all that worried about either, as with me the make-up tends to wipe off within minutes of application (I'm just lucky like that - You know how it is - you go to

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After much groaning and pushing and grunting (which was just me, Bounce rushing past Mr Neighbour to hear our voicemail messages), I heard the voice of a tired but joyful new mother.At 10:24 this evening, Kristin left a message on my voicemail. I've transcribed it as it was far more beautiful and meaningful than anything I had tentatively planned for this entry."Hi Bounce, Kristin calling.

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Since announcing her pregnancy to the internet world, I have been the respondent of phenomenal letters and gifties for Kristin.I love it. I live vicariously through these gifts. I can’t wait for Kristin and I to meet quasi bi-monthly barring some typical Bounce-Kristin happenstance that prevents our meeting, so that WE can open her presents together. I’m on tenterhooks as much as she is for

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So, I've decided to change my moniker from Bouncegrrrl to Stalkergrrrl.As I've alluded to here in these pages, work is very discombobulated and a little rough. Things get scary. People who are passionate about their belief systems also get a little rough and very very scary.I was looking through blogs (thank you mighty google) that referenced my current work situation, and came across a fellow

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So at work, they're trying to tailor our personal styles and preferences with recognition.They asked me to fill out this form... unfortunately I could not take it seriously and submitted the following:;MY FAVOURITE THINGS Please help us know your personal recognition preferences – this is optional. The Recognition Improvement Team requests this to help match recognition you may receive to your

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SweetLethe lent me Sue Monk Kidd's 'The Secret Life of Bees'.Within the first two pages you find out that the protagonist's mother died when she was just a child. (The mother died - not the child)I sent SweetLethe a letter the morning:So I FINALLY started Secret Life… Could you not at least have warned me not to read it in public…. There I am on Calgary Transit bus with a bunch of suburbanites…

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Dave said that they had never played an arena before. I find that hard to believe.Dave has grown facial hair since the last time I saw him.You know, in that Mentos Commercial.Dave and the gang were in town last night. They played a fantastic concert. I know because they played the one song that I know. You know the monkey breath song. Why didn't they make the monkey breath song for the

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I'm a slob.Bar none, I am slob.An anti-germ freak, but a slob nonetheless.My books/clothes/pens/shoes/papers will lie exactly where I laid them last week. I will not think to pick them up. I won't notice that I've tripped over the same pair of shoes every morning this week.I have clothes in the bathroom, the bedroom, the den, the living room and the kitchen.I have papers ON TOP of the brand new

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I lived in a world that fed resentment, bitterness, fear, hate.I don't live there today.I don't live there anymore.Maybe this is a geo-political statement.I lived in a country torn apart by strife and apartheid.Maybe this is an emotionally laden relationship statement.I lived with a man in a tiny little flat that was like the Indo-Pakistani conflict. Years of tension, resentment and hurt tore us

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All is right in Paradise, as LuCynda predicted, it was just one of the many many things that I am sure will be blips in our little radar circle of love.Work is the same, and I would love to tell you more... but of course fear of being dooced precludes such dissemination of all the little info bits... just dying to come out and be shared with you, my internet friends. Intimate relations with Mr

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Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.I have been "labeled" ENFP since my first testing in Grade 8.It thrills me to the bone to know that I'm like the twins in the Harry Potter series.If you saw my blank wide eyed expression which passes for deep thought lately... you'd see me as neither extroverted nor intuitive, nor feeling, nor perceptive.You'd see a zombie... albeit a damn cute

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He's loving and kind and patient to a fault.He's been described as a simple man.He tells me how he feels.He shows anger when he's angry, he smiles when he's happy.He's not smiling right now.And things are not right in paradise.My work situation is horrible, terrible no good very bad... and could stretch into a horrible, terrible, no good very bad six to nine months.I sit on the computer and

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I spent the morning researching the word inturpitude, because I was convinced that what I was experiencing is inturpitude. According to all of the online dictionaries I checked, inturpitude does not exist. However Turpitude exists; That's what I'm experiencing. I don't know if inturpitude is then the reverse or opposite of turpitude, or simply one of those etymological anomolies where in- as

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I had illusions of Minegrrrl, Mr Neighbour and I all looking like the cast of Ghost, when Demi Moore, Patrick Swayze and ? the other guy? are bashing in the walls of their loft appartment.We headed off to small town inner BC on Friday night. When we arrived we unpacked the mallets and axe and started bashing in the wall that separated the living room and the kitchen.Minegrrrl and I really

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So my manager, my cubicle mate and myself have decided that we need to create the ultimate early 90s CDs for us to listen to during work.2 of them to be precise.The first one will contain the likes of:Salt n Pepa (of course)Wrecks-n-EffectsRun DMCLL Cool JNaughty by NatureHeavy D and the boysErik B and RakimBiz MarkieDe La SoulBell Biv Devoe Beastie BoysShabba RanksArrested DevelopmentNenah

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two things:First of all it's the anniverary of getting my license. So this very day last year I wrote "No man, I'm Serious, Stay off the Sidewalks".I've been driving for a whole year and feel like a pro.Except for the part where I swerve the entire vehicle in the opposite direction of whichever shoulder I happen to be checking for traffic creeping into my blind spots as I prepare to change lanes.

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In lieu of an entry with any redeeming literary value whatsoever, I present my weekend in all of its chronological glory.Friday Afternoon:Kristen and I went for Coffee and 4 different cakes at Timmy Ho's as she calls it. Yes 4. She can justify it - she's pregnant. I'm just greedy.Friday Evening:I was running late to pick up my 'caps. The two handicapped gentlemen I look after every few

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Don't click it

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Hello everyoneYet another circular……Thanks for all the wishes re the bombings yesterday. My family and all our friends are okay, but we did have a fright when I couldn’t contact Paul. He works in the UBS building above Liverpool Street right where one of the bombs went off. From the moment I heard the news, I tried and tried to get hold of him. All I got was his mail box. I phoned the

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------------------------------------------------------------------From: mammers [mailto:mammers@herwork.com] Sent: Thursday, July 07, 2005 9:27 AMTo: bouncegrrrlCc: methuselah@msn.com; gideon@Yahoo.comSubject: RE: Terror attack in LondonPAUL IS FINE!!! He was evacuated this morning…. And has only just phoned Auntie as of this moment while I type this…----------------------------------------------

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This morning, I received a phone call from my mother at 6:15am.Usually I am on my way out the door by this time, so I knew that I needed to hustle the phone call along.Mammers: Have you been listening to the news?Bounce: No, what's up?Mammers: There was a terror attack* in London this morning.Bounce: Oh no that's terrible.And there's that pause... when I realize that this is more than "oh my

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So more than a quadzillion times (says the queen of hyperbole - not just the handmaiden - but the queen), it has been assumed (yes that is the passive voice - the irony of a passive voice used by the agressive queen of hyperbole is not lost on me) that the nomenclature for this blog (i.e. Bouncegrrrl has a ball) was somewhat sexual in connotation.the shock the horror.The truth is that I found

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I thought about you this weekend. And you. I was going to contact You, but didn't have access to a PC and I was in BC, so didn't want to spend an hour on someone else's phone Long distance.I did not think about You. In fact You were the last thing on my mind. And I don't know if it's just because your writing style has changed, or if it's because you've outgrown me... or maybe I've outgrown

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Affairs hurt.End of story.When I was with the guy I cheated on him. I was in a specific emotional space or state that opened the door for adultery.I cannot even conceive of being in that same emotional space with Mr Neighbour.I do not condone what I did with the guy.I know what my logic and rationalization were at the time, but that doesn't make it right.Although affairs can and do happen to "

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The Middle WifeBy an Anonymous 2nd grade teacherI've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back.When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in

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"DON'T MAKE SOMEONE YOUR PRIORITY WHEN ALL YOU ARE TO THEM IS THEIR OPTION" I've been there... I've done that...And you end up broken, bruised, battered and shattered.Your self-esteem is pummelled away to nothing.You become an empty shell living on empty hope.You are worth so much more.You deserve to be someone's priority.

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When I read about the evil of eating and drinking too much... I gave up reading.

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Autour du GloB This is a fantastic French blog. It's well written and very funky... and now I want to try his orgy of new fruits from Brazil.

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Last night I was hunched over my sewing machine in a "Fagin counting his money" kind of way (god Adano/orangesoup, you're far too prophetic for your own good), and I was sewing little curtains with little loops to put over our little basement windows, so that we can have sex in the basement without strangers looking in...Mr Neighbour examined the curtains when I was done... His very sweet but oh

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When I look at my visitors log, I sometimes try to guess who is who.I'm pretty sure I know when certain people visit.I know who checks me from their work.I know when my close blog friends and my close real life friends come to visit.I know who uses netscape to find me.I know that when he's in a different country and looks for me, I get to see what google looks like in Portuguese.I know who works

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Psychological NudityPsychological Nudity John Shelley's pre-entry journal page provides a warning.Much like the warning on "entertainment" sites, where should the surfer be underage he or she is advised to exit and is redirected to a more age appropriate site.He warns that in his journal, "psychological nudity is rampant".I think there is no less brilliant way to state what these journals/blogs/

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What if it's all too good to be true?What if your life is going so absolutely swimmingly that the other shoe absolutely has to drop?What if the man you love is wonderful?What if he's so wonderful, that even his most god awful traits (he puts dishes in the dishwasher without rinsing them first) aren't really all that bad?What if the man who never has a cross word for me suddenly wasn't there?What

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My cousin - little greek goddess - has been in contact with me and asked me about my siblings that live in the States.Below is the little summary I sent to her.Gideon divorced her baby daddy, and married some other guy - they used towork together. Gideon has the syndrome I most hate in insecure women - shewants to please her man no matter what... Which puts him in a lot ofcontrol... So her baby

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Cool Things of Daily Life: A chicken in a duck in a turkey...What should we call it?Today I learned how to cook turducken.What did you learn today?

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'twas the weekend that wasn't.Minegrrrl was in town, only saw her for a few hours.Miss her madly.Never even spoke to WIB, even though we were supposed to carouse madly with Lethe and Cassa, in painted up goodness. We didn't.Spoke with Joshua, informed her of painting expedition, but unlikelihood of said event occuring, never even called her back to let her know that despite said event occurring,

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it's raining again.that means more worms.make of that what you will.

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You Are 55% Normal(Somewhat Normal)While some of your behavior is quite normal...Other things you do are downright strangeYou've got a little of your freak going onBut you mostly keep your weirdness to yourselfHow Normal Are You?

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No I'm serious.This post deals with poop.Stop now.****Okay, for those of you still with me.Is it wrong to be so inordinately proud of the size of the turd I left in the ehm porcelain bowl this morning?Because it was huge.And that means that something that big expelled from my body must have weighed at least half a pound... which means that I'm at least half a pound lighter.No seriously.In

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Y'all remember my sister adano right?Well now she's writing under Fantablamagical.The prevailing thought is that her ex found the old blog. Which makes it a little awkward to ...oh ... I dunno.... discuss one's feelings about him.Ask miss Cassa, she'd be the first to tell you.It's hard to write solely for yourself, because now you know that your audience is one of the characters in the

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Poor K (aka bus girl).. nothing is sacred, apparently I consider our conversations fodder for the blog... as insanely, nothing but inane banalities occur in my world right now.Anyway, we're still trying to make plans for lunch... and still not quite making it.K:It struck me at about 2:40 AM this morning, in between a dramatically shocking Jared-the-sandwich guy dream and a boot to my ribs from

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