Things I will Miss Once Christmas is Over

• The Little appetizers that come on toothpicks
• Picking my teeth with said toothpicks for hours after
• Unnecessary drinking
• Constantly eating something
• Not having to exercise, since your too busy partying
• The pretty lights everywhere
• Recieving gifts that I have absolutely no use for, but love unwrapping anyway
• Festive Lunches that last for half the work day
• Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas"
• Unnecessary rhyming.....in daily conversation

Psstt.....I'm on my way far far away....will drop you a line, when I find an internet cafe....Merry Christmas and a popping New Year!!!

See Ya in 08!

One of my favorite poems goes a lil something like this:

I said to the World, "I've arrived.I, Kate Bloomfield, have come at last."

The World paid no attention.

I said to the World, "Hey World, here I am!Don't you understand?It's me, Kate Bloomfield."

The World ignored me.

I took myself into a corner.

"Guess what?" I whispered. "I made it.You know ... Kate Bloomfield."

My Self bellowed, "YeaaaAAY, Kate!"And spun six somersaults up the middle of Main Street.

The World turned.

"What did you say?" said the World.

I paid no attention.

After all, I gave it its chance.

It's not my fault that it missed me.

By Jean Little

Tis The Season:

(pic courtesy of : http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/)

For Snow Storms: This weekend Toronto got hit my a major storm. I was happily snug in my condo, with a friend, watching cars get stuck on Eglington and marveling at the yuppies who still managed to find the courage to jog in a snow storm

For Chocolate: Working near a large retail store has its advantages. Downstairs the wonderful people at Lindt have set up a marvelous booth, where they make fresh delicious chocolate that melts in your mouth….I’ve been averaging four visits a day since last week……

For Panicking about gifts and packing: My gifts this year are less than spectacular….loved ones be warned. It’s been fun trying to give creative gifts that look like a hundred dollars, but only cost me $20…..I am giving lessons at request…my rates are oh so reasonable.

For Blogger meet ups: Funny how me a Dubai/Indian blogger has somehow made it into the Caribbean blogger set…..anyhoo we bonded over Indian Chinese food, and it was good times…

For New Toys: My early Christmas/Birthday gift is the blackberry pearl. I feel about 60, since I can’t figure out how to do the most basic things on it….and the keyboard, despite it supposedly resembling a normal computer key board, is a mystery to me!

For Pretty Suitcases: I leave in 8 days……..and I have sexy suitcases, and a hot outfit…I’m flying style this year, no more crappy suitcases with ropes tied around it….I’m high class babeeee….

For 30th Anniversaries: Today’s my parents big 30 anniversary. Talk about a huge milestone…….Over the years I’ve witnessed them fight, threaten to kill each and other, and love each other with more passion than movie characters…..may they have 30 more years together…..(also if they could have a notebook like end, that would be most preferred, I can’t imagine one without the other.)

How's your season going??

My Lesson For Today

The World (for some reason) does not revolve around me,

Thus I should not take everything so personally...

Se La Vie.....

My dearest Would be,

I am suffering a case of the winter blues.

The days are cold, the nights are long and I find myself in bed a lot, sleepy. All alone. Winter, my dear ‘Would be’ is made for sex. Lots and lots of sex. Where is my sex???

Now ‘would be’ I am going to blame You for much of my blues. You see I like to talk, I like to talk a lot. Living on my own now has made me get a little creative about how I full fill this need to share all my thoughts with someone, I talk to you. You the imaginary person in my head; nameless, bodiless, emotionless person in my head. Sure I could get a cat or a dog, or a bird or some other sort of living being to go crazy with, but I much prefer you. You I can put away when the mood suits, and you don’t require insane toilet walks at 4 am. And of course, you, magically reply. Your quite funny actually, witty, sarcastic within reason. You remind me of me. Many would see this as a sign of impending craziness……you, being the ‘would be’ that you are, are going to see it as a sign of genius.

But then come the hormonal days, when I know that your replies aren’t real. When my dark black curtains seems like a Rupunzel-esque holding cell. And you are no where in sight. You’re not in any of the men confessing their hidden attraction, you’re not in the Petrosky like fellow from work, your not in any of the somewhat good looking faces in the subway, your not in my past, and goodness knows I can’t see the damn future.

So where the Flip are you?

I am going to be 27 this year, and frankly I think its time you made an appearance.

Seriously… I’m starting to lose hope here.

There is only so long a girl can be optimistic for.

Hurry the F(^*^ Up.

CP

House Cleaning

I finally cleaned up my blog role....

Yes Leon I know you asked me to do it about a year ago......

But Cranky does things on her own time (finger snap.)

So check each other out, get to know each other...Cranky aims to make the whole blogsphere a big sphere of love.....

Older Men

A couple of weeks ago I bumped into a gentleman I see around my office downtown. He is in his early forties, and looks like someone from one of those movies, with the hair, and the ostentatious suits, an ‘Older Charmer.’ After years of taking the same elevator we became ‘Hello’ Buddies, you know the kind you politely say ‘Hello’ to without every introducing yourself or even having a conversation with.

So when I ran into him outside our normal elevator setting, my hello went unanswered, and replaced with a look of, ‘I know you from somewhere’……granted I was wrapped up in a swathing of wool…..

Today I ran into him again and he stopped me to say, “It was you that night, I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure.” And so we made the introductions, exchanged pleasantries and like good Bay Street residents, business cards. The conversation fell to that night, and I explained that I lived in the area, and was on my way home, and he explained that he was living with his nephew which was a long story and they were going for dinner. He didn’t seem particularly thrilled about this new state of affairs, so I’m guessing there is the word, divorce in the story.

I get back to my desk and there is an email from “Older Charmer” asking me out to coffee.

Now I think he would be a very interesting person to get to know, from a life point of view, but from a romantic point of view, its sort of funny…..he’s old!!!

Anyhoo, I may just take him up on the offer, after all…he probably has tons of wisdom to pass along…(Hey Now, I heard that……!)….Also I think its funny that he as the name of a Ron Howard Novel….hmmm wonder what the nephew’s like??

Cranky Putz is so bored, She is writing about herself in Third Person….

People who talk/write about themselves in third person are weird.

It’s like they are overly fascinated with themselves…

But then I am a fascinating person.

Entertain Cranky Putz…pulesseeee

What I've learnt from living alone:

A dish washer that doesn’t work properly is like an enemy pretending to be your best friend.

Call me Clamity Putz

I have had a series of mini accidents since yesterday…

I fell and my knees are scrapped and bruised.
Over the weekend I burned a little hole in my hand making lasagna…(it was delicious, thank you for asking)

Last night, (I have no idea how) I managed to get a hole on the top part of my foot, which is burning, even as we speak.

My wounds remind me of that movie stigmata…….

I was born on the day of Holy Innocence…..it would be fitting….

I think my condo is the new 'bachelorette' type pad.

It makes men confused and say things that they haven’t said before.

Since I’ve moved in, I’ve had three different men articulate their love and passion for me. Each time its been fellas that I’ve known and hung out plutonically for years with, and each time its thrown me for a loop.

I think they look around and the smashing black, white and red theme, and say, hey this girl has a good eye for home décor, or they taste my mildly, (on its way to becoming, really delicious meals,) and think, hey now, this girl has a sweet hand….(or at least will have one soon enough,) with a bit of practice….or maybe they like the area, I don’t know, but somehow, a few hours in and they start…..…

First it’s a confession to how they’ve always had a crush on me….riiighhtt…that’s why its taken you seven years to tell me

Then it’s the your amazing and hot…why don’t you have a boyfriend???

Then it’s the…..I’m crazy about you and if you want we can have a go at this…

Or as was the case yesterday, a sudden, un prepared lean in……

Yikes….

How do you tell someone, whom you really value as a friend, that your just not into them in that way??

I don't take myself too seriously, and most of the posts here are lil tibits from my everday life that amuse me. But every now and then you write a post that stirs someone's blood (albiet unintentionally.)

Here's a great response to my frivilous post on the Definition of Needy:

http://nevena1.blogspot.com/ : Check out post on December 1st, 2007

A good read, and a good reminder, that there are indeed people suffering out here in North America, fighthing tooth and nail to survive the winter without having to end up on the streets.

I just got my first Hydro Bill, and I am in a state of shock.

How could I have possible used $280 worth of electricity in three months in a 650 sq foot condo??

And why am I paying for the old electric companies’ debt?

Oh Gosh I am going to turn into my father soon, turning off lights, yelling at people to wear socks and sweaters in the house.

Picture poor Cranky sitting in the dark……scared of her next Hydro Bill

The other day a friend made the following comment, “Have you heard of this new blogging thing? A bunch of nerdy geeks, telling people all about their lives.”

Nerdy? Who us?

Hell no. We just have super interesting lives,…..

I am quite positive that I am NOT geeky. Sure this weekend I spent a bit of time watching “Becoming Jane” and then going through my “The Shakespeare Bible” realizing I’ve only read a handful of plays, vowing to finish Henry the sixth before I leave for Mumbai.

But the rest of the weekend there was music, food, debauchery, good friends and two new friends.

One new friend is particularly delightful. A fellow blogger, with so much spirit and life in her that I feel compelled to drop a corny line like “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. ...”

Her blog is a somewhat funny/somewhat sad collection of dating and love stories, but it doesn’t quite prepare you enough for how funny and animated she is in person. And her friend Seema is just as funny. I think Seema should start her own blog...one about reality shows, her knowledge on reality shows is simply astounding....

So here’s a big Cheers to new friends and old ones.

On a side note, us Toronto Bloggers are going to be meeting for Indian Chinese food, any other Toronto Bloggers interested in coming? Email me,