<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:40:54.090-06:00</updated><category term='draft'/><title type='text'>Cranky Putz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-9029740655579474450</id><published>2012-01-03T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:26:55.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you place my towels</title><summary type='text'>I am starting to notice a correlation between how a man treats my home with the longevity of the relationship.

Historically the ones who never made the bed.....turned out to be those on their way out.

Most recently, I noticed that the fella in question never bothered to place my hand towels back on the rack properly.  I should clarify that I don't have lacy fancy matching towel sets, just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/9029740655579474450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=9029740655579474450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/9029740655579474450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/9029740655579474450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2012/01/way-you-place-my-towels.html' title='The way you place my towels'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3028913833701969323</id><published>2011-01-21T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:26:31.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Strings Attached</title><summary type='text'>
So there’s a new movie coming out called “No Strings Attached.”  I was watching an interview with the director of the movie, who claimed that the theme was indicative of my generations changed views towards sex.
As a single girl at first I was sort of offended.  I thought back to the many years I strove so hard to keep the number down to my one hand.  Most girls are raised with the expectation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3028913833701969323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3028913833701969323&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3028913833701969323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3028913833701969323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-strings-attached.html' title='No Strings Attached'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4782635527652225535</id><published>2011-01-19T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:46:39.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vanity Fair does this lovely Proust Questionnaire, since I don’t see them knocking on my door anytime soon, here are my answers:

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Laughing so hard with the people you love, adore and respect, that you pee a little, and the sun is shining directly in my face.

What is your greatest fear?
That despite my art teacher’s great warning 15 years ago in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4782635527652225535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4782635527652225535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4782635527652225535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4782635527652225535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2011/01/vanity-fair-does-this-lovely-proust.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8103267723120930817</id><published>2011-01-16T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:59:30.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a local fashion show in Toronto that does some fabulous and fun things on Fridays.  This friday I had the pleasure of attending with a friend.

Part of the show is a makeover.  As the producers went through the rows of women who had their hands up, they noticed yours truly bouncing in her seat.  When asked what my opinion of makeovers are, I said, "Well its just hair, it grows back right?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8103267723120930817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8103267723120930817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8103267723120930817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8103267723120930817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-local-fashion-show-in-toronto.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4212120497760819273</id><published>2011-01-13T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:14:16.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><summary type='text'>There is a Drake song that goes a little something like this,

“Don't ever forget the moment You began to doubt
Transitioning from fitting in to standing out.”

It’s 2011.  And I’ve had a great start.   The year ended in Acapulco, celebrating my birthday with some dear friends and many strangers.  New Years was all fireworks from a cliff, picturesque and gorgeous.  And then I came back and threw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4212120497760819273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4212120497760819273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4212120497760819273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4212120497760819273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1765680587915818627</id><published>2010-11-24T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past year has been my learning year.  It's like God decided this is the year I would learn my ass off.  Learn the limits of friendship, happiness and love.  And then Learn the limitlessness of friendship, happiness and love. I am a firm believer in the freedom of crazy.Everyone needs a little safe place to be a little crazy, a little cranky, a little putzy.This has been my safe place for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1765680587915818627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1765680587915818627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1765680587915818627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1765680587915818627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-past-year-has-been-my-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3302476720570059141</id><published>2010-09-21T09:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Cranky</title><summary type='text'>My dearest Would Be,It’s finally here.  The big 3O.  Years ago, in Dubai, my friend Jen and I were sitting in a parking lot (our equivalent to a park) having a serious conversation about life.  Jen said that 30 was the IT year, the year that really determined whether your life was going to soar, or stagnate by the pre determination of birth.  So here I am, 3 months till the big 30, reviewing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3302476720570059141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3302476720570059141&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3302476720570059141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3302476720570059141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/09/return-of-cranky.html' title='Return of the Cranky'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5801532860520054535</id><published>2010-09-07T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't done one of these in a while:</title><summary type='text'>Dracs:  CP, Weh yuh?CP:  HereDracs:  Here, weh, gurlll……Aye Miss Yuh, Aye Need Yuh, Aye think of yuh so I holla…..CP: Uh HuhDracs:  So come have a bit with meh and small tingCP:  OkDracs:  Aye be there in two minutes, get readddyyyyyCP:  I need tenDracs:  Aye love yuh the way Yuse is, Just come down naah, don’t make meh wait….CP:  (Thinks of all the times she waited, and proceeds to prod around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5801532860520054535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5801532860520054535&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5801532860520054535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5801532860520054535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-done-one-of-these-in-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t done one of these in a while:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5146305378841625574</id><published>2010-09-07T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cottage-ing is synonymous for adult sleepovers.  I spent this weekend with 25 friends and 4 kids under the age of 2 in a mansion cottage.  The cottage itself was lovely, with slanted roofs, and little hiding places.  The weather was terrible, but the food, the alcohol, the feeling of beating all the felas at poker, was amazing.I’ve come back at least 5 pounds heavier.  Which has me thinking that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5146305378841625574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5146305378841625574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5146305378841625574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5146305378841625574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/09/cottage-ing-is-synonymous-for-adult.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2549001026274294819</id><published>2010-08-30T08:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asma</title><summary type='text'>I’ve hung out with Dubya’s friends and this weekend since I was busy with a friend’s bbq, I invited him along to meet some of my friends.     At first he was all gung ho.  Then he asked if he could bring his friends (normal request, however given that my friend had just spent an hour ranting to me about people inviting people he didn’t know,  I had to say no to the request.)  Then he magically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2549001026274294819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2549001026274294819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2549001026274294819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2549001026274294819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/08/asma.html' title='Asma'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8629779228458557246</id><published>2010-08-26T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dubya (aka Mr. W-thanks Jumbs)Friend:  How long do you think people should know each other before getting married?Dubya (enthusiastically):  2 yearsCP:  7, unless it’s a war time situation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8629779228458557246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8629779228458557246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8629779228458557246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8629779228458557246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/08/dubya-aka-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-167039279395305699</id><published>2010-08-24T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday thoughts:</title><summary type='text'>My cube neighbor is driving me crazy.  First off she’s a consummate phone complainer.  80% of her job appears to be calling up various vendors for her personal life to complain about something.  The conversations always go the same, she starts off stingingly nice, then her voice gets whinny, and then it switches to downright pretend nice but obviously bitchy.  Second she has a troublesome fella </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/167039279395305699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=167039279395305699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/167039279395305699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/167039279395305699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday thoughts:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-765729691784945025</id><published>2010-08-16T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Summer is almost over.  I know this because I got a cold this weekend…..change in temperature always gets me a cold.  Draconian has found God.  I get emails now quoting scripture.  Mr. Sales is super sweet.  I am really enjoying this new found drama free relationship.Work is going well.   I still feel a bit like a child with divorcing parents, with one boss wanting me to travel and the other (who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/765729691784945025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=765729691784945025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/765729691784945025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/765729691784945025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-thoughts.html' title='Monday thoughts'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1781181148483367933</id><published>2010-08-11T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Sales</title><summary type='text'>When you’re young-er you tend to choose fellas based on good looks and general impressions on ‘coolness.’ Then you grow up and realize the good looking fellas went bald before 30 and the ‘cool’ fellas never really grow up and tend to live pay cheque to pay cheque.So you then come up with new criteria for falling in love.  If you’re in HR, you come up with the 4 C’s:-Character-Consistency-Care -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1781181148483367933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1781181148483367933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1781181148483367933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1781181148483367933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mr-sales.html' title='Mr. Sales'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4470320100107008871</id><published>2010-08-06T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Tax-Vent</title><summary type='text'>As you get older being single is a great liability.There are the group outings.  The couples usually plan these, and they entice you to come.  And You book early and pay up.And then 3 weeks before you go, the schedule comes out and somehow the couples and couples with kids who booked decided to come last Wednesday get the rooms, and the ‘singles’ who booked first are relegated to sleeping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4470320100107008871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4470320100107008871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4470320100107008871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4470320100107008871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/08/single-tax-vent.html' title='Single Tax-Vent'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7524571872185897834</id><published>2010-07-26T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the Society of Romantics and Misled Hopefuls,Lately I have had the great joy of seeing Draconian with his new girlfriend on two separate occasions.  She’s young, perky, exotic and beautiful.  Karma, dear society, is a fat ole bitch.  I have also had the joy on going on dates, many, many, many dates.Bachelor #1: is in Sales, a gentleman, but I’m not sure I felt the spark, however he has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7524571872185897834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7524571872185897834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7524571872185897834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7524571872185897834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-society-of-romantics-and-misled.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3588308517755826014</id><published>2010-07-21T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a rather depressing Wednesday:</title><summary type='text'>If the first time you go out with a dude and he suggests that you help him shop for jeans as part of your outing, is it really a date, or is he just looking for a free personal shopper?Dating should be fun:  but frankly realizing how many men in this world I am not compelled by, is plain ole depressingThe person you once loved walks by you on the street (after turning around to make sure it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3588308517755826014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3588308517755826014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3588308517755826014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3588308517755826014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts-on-rather-depressing-wednesday.html' title='Thoughts on a rather depressing Wednesday:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6757158290306164708</id><published>2010-07-12T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever hear a song and it reminds you of the most fun day in your life? This mix has me remembering bumpin and grinding Friday nights at the Guvernment.  Then coming out at 4 am with my then besties, half naked, as was the tradition in those days and I had the body to pull it off,) only to find our car nowhere in sight.  My friend immediately starts to cry, the other two look equally upset, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6757158290306164708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6757158290306164708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6757158290306164708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6757158290306164708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-ever-hear-song-and-it-reminds.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7390429748977415741</id><published>2010-07-06T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I love Summer in Toronto: When it’s hot the city sets up emergency cooling centers.  They hand out water and tell people how to stay  cool. Where else in the world does that happen?The festivals:  All over Toronto, someone is celebrating something, whether its their teams soccer win, tasty Thursdays, salsa or some obscure African festival…..if it exists someone in Toronto is celebrating itGay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7390429748977415741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7390429748977415741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7390429748977415741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7390429748977415741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-i-love-summer-in-toronto-when-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/TDPInUXOmWI/AAAAAAAADtw/sSvre6PwgRY/s72-c/pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4048817985920589322</id><published>2010-07-01T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really Interesting how when your not into someone you can see the future, and see all the things that could go wrong because of your differences.  But if your into someone all you see is them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4048817985920589322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4048817985920589322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4048817985920589322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4048817985920589322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/07/really-interesting-how-when-your-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3067731158016979063</id><published>2010-06-27T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Love Oh Love,Stop making a Fool of Me."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3067731158016979063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3067731158016979063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3067731158016979063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3067731158016979063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-oh-love-stop-making-fool-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5022940890197417312</id><published>2010-06-24T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every now and then a restlessness comes over me.And I can’t concentrate.And the world gets a little dull.And my mind wanders into a space of emptiness.And I begin to search; to stare outside the window, seeing nothing; to look into people as they walk past, trying to imagine their inner most fears; to pick up a book, only to have to put it down; to read a poem, only to find myself unsatisfied by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5022940890197417312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5022940890197417312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5022940890197417312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5022940890197417312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/06/every-now-and-then-restlessness-comes_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3519849982817108563</id><published>2010-06-22T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On attraction</title><summary type='text'>Attraction is a strange phenomenon.My question:  Is it in our control who we are attracted to?Or is all we have control over: whether or not we act on the attraction?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3519849982817108563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3519849982817108563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3519849982817108563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3519849982817108563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-attraction.html' title='On attraction'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8524160025634151146</id><published>2010-06-15T16:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dearest Would Be, Every now and then an imposter appears. He says all the sweet things I expect you will say.  He does all the sweet things I expect you will do.  He seems suspiciously good……too good.  Eventually though he fucks up.  He goes too far.  He says something stupid like, ‘I bought a condo and I was waiting to buy a couch, till I got you back.’ Or  “I love you, you’re the one for me,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8524160025634151146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8524160025634151146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8524160025634151146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8524160025634151146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dearest-would-be-every-now-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4572507897486577830</id><published>2010-06-07T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing The Return of Baby Pilot</title><summary type='text'>In times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, she says:  Ask the Bloggers.The most romantic dream a girl can have is the man who breaks her heart, magically appearing one day to beg her forgiveness and say that he’s made the biggest mistake of his life, and please oh please can I have another chance.  In the dream, the image is always a happy reunion and quick fade into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4572507897486577830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4572507897486577830&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4572507897486577830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4572507897486577830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/06/announcing-return-of-baby-pilot.html' title='Announcing The Return of Baby Pilot'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-656784039236103343</id><published>2010-06-03T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashers</title><summary type='text'>Last night I attend a spring mixer courtesy of an advertising vendor.  There were a lot of artsy types floating about.  As we chatted we were approached by a well dressed fella, who came over shook hands with all of us and proceeded to chit chat.  Everyone in the group exchanged awkward glances; no one had any idea who he was.  Ten minutes later it was obvious, he wasn’t anyone.  He was a real </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/656784039236103343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=656784039236103343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/656784039236103343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/656784039236103343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/06/crashers.html' title='Crashers'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-745561776918760616</id><published>2010-05-30T17:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Apple Observations:</title><summary type='text'>The Sheraton Tower’s has the best bed’s on the block, a great location and killer free breakfast that is worth its weight in gold. New York’s Metro could really use a good power wash, amongst other things.  Torontonians have no reason to complain about our shinny subway system. Virgil’s BBQ has lovely saucy tender pieces of meat, with glorious corn bread, baked beans and slaw….. Wicked: Is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/745561776918760616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=745561776918760616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/745561776918760616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/745561776918760616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-apple-observations.html' title='Big Apple Observations:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-196236660398835831</id><published>2010-05-25T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Dynamics</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that relationships between women are often fraught with challenges? It seems that the older I get the more it becomes apparent to me that us girls can’t seem to get along.  We do on the surface: we laugh, we hug, we speak in whinny voices about Justin Bebier, but when it comes down to it, there is always a level of bitchiness.  At work, my experience has been that women are just not fun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/196236660398835831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=196236660398835831&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/196236660398835831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/196236660398835831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/female-dynamics.html' title='Female Dynamics'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1549165081373915318</id><published>2010-05-18T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My grandfather once said to me that the saddest thing in life is to outlive your peers. I didn’t really understand what he meant till this weekend. My 21 year old brother was throwing a fabulous party downtown.  I am a big supporter of my fabulous brother.  And often in life, you can’t do much else in the way of support besides just showing up.  I made plans to attend the party, asked around and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1549165081373915318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1549165081373915318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1549165081373915318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1549165081373915318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-grandfather-once-said-to-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3686377086265087599</id><published>2010-05-17T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:27.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Ups</title><summary type='text'>My hygienist is a sweet, well meaning girl who I am still working on forgiving for the torture she put me through with the whole wisdom teeth fiasco.  She has decided to make it up to me by setting me up with a friend. Friday night at 11 pm, I get a txt from her, saying she’s got a friend, who would be great for me, blah blah blah. She says, “He’s tall, from a good family, got a good job etc. and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3686377086265087599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3686377086265087599&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3686377086265087599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3686377086265087599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/set-ups.html' title='Set Ups'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-9037492104423334479</id><published>2010-05-16T19:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:41.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dearest would be,Could you please, pretty please love to do dishes?If you display a sincere enthusiasm for doing dishes….I’ll fall in love instantly.I can do everything else…..Sincerely CP</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/9037492104423334479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=9037492104423334479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/9037492104423334479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/9037492104423334479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dearest-would-be-could-you-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5627399075393299249</id><published>2010-05-14T16:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:41.548-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>My Learning's for the week</title><summary type='text'>Everyone should have two bosses, one who gives them structure, and the other who gives them hope Some things aren’t worth your precious breath.  If it won’t matter in a few months or a year, let it go. Some things just aren’t your fight.  Even when there is a rational, viable reason that a change should be made; take a step back and look at the bigger picture. Having something to look forward to,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5627399075393299249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5627399075393299249&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5627399075393299249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5627399075393299249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-learnings-for-week.html' title='My Learning&apos;s for the week'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-461009159027895481</id><published>2010-05-12T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>New York New York</title><summary type='text'>I’m going to New York with my most snazzy Gay BFF. When planning the trip I realized that this trip would be a little bit different.  There would be the obligatory gay night: dancing with gorgeous men I cannot touch, and fanciful things like mimosas at 8 am. I did not fully appreciate how over the top everything was going to be. First there was the hotel.  We could have stayed at a normal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/461009159027895481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=461009159027895481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/461009159027895481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/461009159027895481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3244286371245629136</id><published>2010-05-07T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth</title><summary type='text'>Readers, When someone tells you that taking out 4 wisdom teeth is no big deal, slap them for me. They are lying.  And it is a vicious lie. Here are the facts:It’s a big dealIt’s surgeryYour face swells grotesquelyYou can’t eat for at least a weekYour cheeks get hard, like there’s a rock sitting in your jawYou can now accurately picture what you will look like if you were to gain 60 poundsYou’re </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3244286371245629136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3244286371245629136&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3244286371245629136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3244286371245629136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom Teeth'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6487060964165188262</id><published>2010-05-07T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>GC kindly requested an update on my life. I’ve noticed that blogs are really boring when the blogger is happy.  I wish I could write about my crazy boss, co-workers or job, but the truth is, my boss, while not perfect is great.  Compared to what was happening six months ago, I almost want to hug her each morning and every Friday as 5 o’clock draws near I get tears in my eyes, thinking it may all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6487060964165188262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6487060964165188262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6487060964165188262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6487060964165188262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4251967172175191983</id><published>2010-04-29T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Should vs. Could</title><summary type='text'>My name is Cranky Putz, and it has been three hours, twelve minutes and thirty seconds since I had a regretful thought.  I say “Should” a lo:.  I “should” have done this; I “shouldn’t” have said that, I “should” do this etc. I got to thinking.  Using ‘should,’ implies a lot of regret, oh so negative.  Using ‘could,’ implies opportunity. Using should in a relationship (work or personal,) implies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4251967172175191983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4251967172175191983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4251967172175191983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4251967172175191983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/04/should-vs-could.html' title='Should vs. Could'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-462377576649733672</id><published>2010-04-20T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time I get a new job, I keep thinking, this is it; this is the job that is going to challenge, excite and push me forward.  And then a few weeks go by and I soon learn the ins and outs of the systems and process and I fall back into bad habits, devoting 30% of my time to work and 70% to wasting time.  If there was an accolade devoted to time wastage, I do believe I would be my Oscar.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/462377576649733672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=462377576649733672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/462377576649733672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/462377576649733672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/04/every-time-i-get-new-job-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8335570632432789813</id><published>2010-04-09T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>I Is He</title><summary type='text'>So Dracs sends me an email on Easter that said:Someone is thinking of youSomeone loves youSomeone wants to know your okSomeone misses youSomeone wants to know you’re alright And so on… And all I thought was: “It’s just like him….. I can even hear his voice:  “Someone Misses you Cranks…looks like meh, sounds like meh, acts de fool like meh…..but I jus can't confirm that I is he.  Seen” What an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8335570632432789813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8335570632432789813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8335570632432789813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8335570632432789813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-is-he.html' title='I Is He'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3413320862095352943</id><published>2010-04-07T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Visiting friends is always fun.  I even enjoy the drive up to Detroit, me, my ipod and my thoughts. We shopped, we laughed, we danced, we ate…we had a jolly good time. Then her new boy friend arrived.  No biggie, since I had met him before and he seemed like an okay sort. Saturday night we go to a party, a karaoke party as it turned out. The thing about karaoke is it’s imbalanced entertainment.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3413320862095352943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3413320862095352943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3413320862095352943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3413320862095352943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/04/visiting-friends-is-always-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-128483205229013944</id><published>2010-03-30T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starting in new organizations can be a fun experience.  Your first month usually consists of a lot of 1 on 1’s where your allowed to talk unabashedly about how great you are (they expect this, since they only hire the best) and attend a lot of training to help you get oriented into the culture. In training you’re usually shown a book that the company culture is based on.  Sometimes it’s a folksy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/128483205229013944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=128483205229013944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/128483205229013944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/128483205229013944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/03/starting-in-new-organizations-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6228383854637220037</id><published>2010-03-11T19:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>A little extra help...</title><summary type='text'>In an effort to live my best life (as Oprah would say) I’ve made a few changes this year:.A week before starting work, I purged: books I never wanted to read again, clothes I hadn’t worn in years, pants that were too tight and cheap looking, (Orfus was a great place to shop 5 years ago, but doesn’t quite fit with my future;) shoes that are cute, but so uncomfortable to wear; cheap jewelry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6228383854637220037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6228383854637220037&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6228383854637220037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6228383854637220037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-extra-help.html' title='A little extra help...'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8861700388326102181</id><published>2010-03-10T21:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>Lately I’ve been thinking about forgiveness.   In Invicitus, Mandela is quoted as saying, “Forgiveness liberates the soul, it removes fear, that is why it is such a powerful weapon.”I am not the kind of person who carries around a grudge.  I am too hot tempered for that.  I get angry, I burst and then I am all better.  (It was a surprise to me when I realized that most people are slower to anger,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8861700388326102181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8861700388326102181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8861700388326102181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8861700388326102181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4929285803881165540</id><published>2010-03-10T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:07:41.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>Lately I’ve been thinking about forgiveness.   In Invicitus, Mandela is quoted as saying, “Forgiveness liberates the soul, it removes fear, that is why it is such a powerful weapon.”I am not the kind of person who carries around a grudge.  I am too hot tempered for that.  I get angry, I burst and then I am all better.  (It was a surprise to me when I realized that most people are slower to anger,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4929285803881165540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4929285803881165540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4929285803881165540'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2087671664939811675</id><published>2010-03-10T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>My Mystery</title><summary type='text'>The Facts:I live aloneI thus place all items into my laundry togetherThe distance from my laundry to my folding area is a mere 4 stepsI fold my laundry instantly and put it away (Would be, please take note of my exemplary habits)The Issue:I almost always end up with a missing sock after doing laundry.To date I have 4 unmatched pairs of socks, I have searched and searched but to no avail.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2087671664939811675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2087671664939811675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2087671664939811675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2087671664939811675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mystery.html' title='My Mystery'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3226034538434986478</id><published>2010-03-03T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Cheers to a New Start....well sort of:</title><summary type='text'>You know that saying “God shuts a door, but opens a window and all you have to do is crawl through it.”  I got back to Toronto prepared to hustle.  Work at a grocery store, mystery shop, do what it took to pay the bills. I made a list of things i had always wanted to do, but never had the time.  Silly stuff, like be an extra in a movie (turns out you have to pay them first....)  Instead my first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3226034538434986478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3226034538434986478&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3226034538434986478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3226034538434986478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheers-to-new-startwell-sort-of.html' title='Cheers to a New Start....well sort of:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5737289184399999732</id><published>2010-02-18T09:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Interviews are a Bitch!</title><summary type='text'>There is nothing more ironic than ex-recruiter looking for a job.Here are a few interview tips, that may be of use to you:No matter how wonderfully you are performing at your job, or how much you love your current work place, keep an eye on job boards, it keeps you informed of your value, your marketability and what the competition is looking for. There is no substitute for research and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5737289184399999732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5737289184399999732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5737289184399999732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5737289184399999732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/interviews-are-bitch.html' title='Interviews are a Bitch!'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-274073095869808007</id><published>2010-02-17T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>An Olympic Poem</title><summary type='text'>Thought that this poem from the opening ceremony was so novel, it was worth repeating a bit of it here:"...but we are morethan genteel or civilizedwe are an idea in the processof being realizedwe are youngwe are cultures strung togetherthen woven into a tapestryand the designis what makes us morethan the sum total of our historywe are an experiment going right for a changewith influences that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/274073095869808007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=274073095869808007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/274073095869808007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/274073095869808007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympic-poem.html' title='An Olympic Poem'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/S3w6ypch9GI/AAAAAAAADtI/28Z7b2SU-JA/s72-c/2010_winter_olympics_logo1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8354523865740427319</id><published>2010-02-14T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Fascination</title><summary type='text'>It is a Sunday evening and the reels skips ever so slightly. He is bent over, intently watching the image before him, devouring every inch. He has watched the reel relentlessly for the past 10 years. Her image is etched in his mind. He lives in this reel, his eyes closed he can see each image, each angle of her body, each curve. What is love but an unending fascination?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8354523865740427319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8354523865740427319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8354523865740427319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8354523865740427319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fascination.html' title='Fascination'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1398993233964934516</id><published>2010-02-08T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Unwarranted Fears</title><summary type='text'>Not all, but many of us, of the fairer sex are socially conditioned to be bad at math.I have spent the last fifteen years, shying away from basic addition and multiplication.  When the cheque comes I coyly wait for someone, usually a man, to work out my half.  To tip, I simply round up the GST &amp; PST and add it in.  I am always in awe when someone calculates the tip down to the last penny.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1398993233964934516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1398993233964934516&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1398993233964934516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1398993233964934516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/unwarranted-fears.html' title='Unwarranted Fears'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/S3A_d6qAjgI/AAAAAAAADtA/WbTzeOxabX8/s72-c/Math_girl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6454692505344798343</id><published>2010-02-04T13:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is trying to remember that time is a gift.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6454692505344798343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6454692505344798343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6454692505344798343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6454692505344798343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-trying-to-remember-that-time-is-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7809528258597882286</id><published>2010-02-03T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Carpe Omni</title><summary type='text'>I'm back In Toronto, with a simple resolution:To conquer my fears and Take It All!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7809528258597882286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7809528258597882286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7809528258597882286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7809528258597882286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/carpe-omni.html' title='Carpe Omni'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2236897500083476229</id><published>2010-02-02T19:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Realisation</title><summary type='text'>Never Happier than when I am about to get on an airplane.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2236897500083476229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2236897500083476229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2236897500083476229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2236897500083476229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/02/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/S2jTRqdmtII/AAAAAAAADsw/SepTbavEpzM/s72-c/airplane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2369603474613974682</id><published>2010-01-28T09:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>Speeches</title><summary type='text'>So every now and then i get a request.. this one was a Doozy, my friend S had to give a best man speech in an hour...could I write one?  To prove to God knows who that I do know some thing about love here it is:Hey everyone I’d like to start this speech today by thanking W for making me his best man.  I’ve known W since the ripe age of thirteen, and have shared many a ‘learning’ moment with him, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2369603474613974682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2369603474613974682&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2369603474613974682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2369603474613974682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/speeches.html' title='Speeches'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5753898595914825358</id><published>2010-01-28T01:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regret is the bitch who won't stop whispering in my ear, little taunts of how I've gone wrong.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5753898595914825358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5753898595914825358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5753898595914825358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5753898595914825358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/regret-is-bitch-who-wont-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6610401764336291783</id><published>2010-01-21T03:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:51:34.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draft'/><title type='text'>My Cherize Amour</title><summary type='text'>After things fell apart with BP, I wanted to run home, movie like, next plane outta here. He dropped me off to my cousin and booted, while I cried and cried like a kid.  My cousin in her infinite wisdom, refused to let me go.  She told me that running away solved nothing.  I ofcourse thought it had been a highly effective strategy so far.  But I acquiesced and every other day would broach the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6610401764336291783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6610401764336291783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6610401764336291783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6610401764336291783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-cherize-amour.html' title='My Cherize Amour'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2275104037405035048</id><published>2010-01-17T10:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:49:28.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dearest Would Be,I thought I was wise.For the past year, I have looked around me and smirked secretly to myself, watching as my friends fought with the men they love about things as trivial as where to eat.I thought to myself, if I am ever again blessed with love, I will never take it for granted.  I who have spent the last two years alone, contemplating the value of walls vs. a home, would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2275104037405035048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2275104037405035048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2275104037405035048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2275104037405035048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dearest-would-be-i-thought-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2216875521886272603</id><published>2010-01-14T06:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:32:36.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><summary type='text'>The thing about retirement is that when your ready, your just ready.  It`s like that Scarlet Ohara saying: `Tomorrow is another day.`Thanks for reading. CP</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2216875521886272603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2216875521886272603&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2216875521886272603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2216875521886272603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3602290844508056977</id><published>2010-01-08T10:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:41:34.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How CP fell in love in Dubai.</title><summary type='text'>For the next three weeks BP (Baby Pilot) drove 45 mins each way, each day to see me.  At first I admit my cranky scepticism was full blown.  No one is that nice, right. One day he drove my brother and me to the gold souk in Deira so that I could take my bro on an abra ride.  (Tourist aside:  You could go for a boat ride in the Jumeriah Madinat for 50 Dirhams, or you could go on the abra for 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3602290844508056977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3602290844508056977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3602290844508056977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3602290844508056977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-cp-fell-in-love-in-dubai.html' title='How CP fell in love in Dubai.'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8970969288396693314</id><published>2010-01-08T10:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:38:43.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2009 ended on a terrace in Mumbai and 2010 began with CP dressed to the nines sitting with friends at a dirty dosa shop.  And then came Dubai.The thing about falling in love when you’re on vacation is, at first you’re always wondering if it’s real, or if you’re just getting caught up in the moment. But I am getting ahead of myself. I haven’t told you how we met.After my first week in Dubai, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8970969288396693314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8970969288396693314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8970969288396693314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8970969288396693314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-ended-on-terrace-in-mumbai-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4022702087258403210</id><published>2009-12-21T01:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:33:22.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai Updates</title><summary type='text'>The first part of my dubai trip is almost done.  Here are a list of my accomplishments thus far:-Visited a crazy amount of malls, Dubai Mall for its Gold Souk and Aquarium, The Mall of the Emirates with its Ski Slopes,  Deira Mall, Media City Mall......malls in Dubai are way too big, and sell irrelevant merchandise produced for the north american market....-Visted the Gold Souk (My Fav Place on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4022702087258403210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4022702087258403210&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4022702087258403210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4022702087258403210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/12/dubai-updates.html' title='Dubai Updates'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2497245929486949302</id><published>2009-12-03T00:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:50:51.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai Likes to do things Big...Even its Debt</title><summary type='text'>Everywhere you go people are talking about the $80 billion dollars in debt Dubai recently claimed.  When the Sheikh of Dubai came out recently and claimed that the debt had little to do with the government of Dubai, people were a little outraged.  So what now?  What does this big ole debt mean for Dubai and its future plans?  The way I see it a couple of things:First off all the wonderfully large</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2497245929486949302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2497245929486949302&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2497245929486949302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2497245929486949302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/12/dubai-likes-to-do-things-bigeven-its.html' title='Dubai Likes to do things Big...Even its Debt'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2983314004261118055</id><published>2009-11-30T01:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:05:56.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai-What's Changed</title><summary type='text'>Most of you know that I grew up in Dubai till I was about 16 and then moved to Toronto.  I visted here 5 years ago, just as the city was beginning to undergo some of its more extravagant projects like the Palm Islands and Atlantis hotel.Today the city is almost complete.  The famous cranes still linger around, putting finishing cosmetic touches on the city.  The metro line while not entirely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2983314004261118055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2983314004261118055&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2983314004261118055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2983314004261118055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/11/dubai-whats-changed.html' title='Dubai-What&apos;s Changed'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2245394080126965622</id><published>2009-11-29T00:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:37:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emirates Business Class</title><summary type='text'>You know what makes you forget shitty things???Emirates business class on a double decker plane...(Fancy name the the A380.) Each seat is a little pod.  The seat retracts full to allow you to sleep as if you were in a mini bed.  The service is ofcourse excellent.  And they have a bar, so if in the 14 hours after your 3 course meals you get a bit peckish, you can go over and have a chat with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2245394080126965622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2245394080126965622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2245394080126965622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2245394080126965622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/11/emirates-business-class.html' title='Emirates Business Class'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7717910653571532902</id><published>2009-11-21T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:31:32.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7717910653571532902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7717910653571532902&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7717910653571532902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7717910653571532902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/11/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-781433217911389779</id><published>2009-10-27T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:22:07.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To The society of Romantics &amp; Mislead Hopefuls,I met a boy in Miami.  Well actually I met two (there were a few more, but T2 and #3 are relevant for this post.)  T2, while sweet and fun, didn’t quite click.  #3 however was just right.  We talked a lot in Miami, which is quite a feat considering all the loud carnival music and sweaty dancing.  And he appealed to me.Back in Toronto, T2, message me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/781433217911389779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=781433217911389779&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/781433217911389779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/781433217911389779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-society-of-romantics-mislead.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8662117477968265316</id><published>2009-10-26T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:06:06.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He said to me recently that a woman in his class told him that each day she begins the morning thanking God for her suffering.Without sadness, joy isn’t as wondrous, without loss, love can be taken for granted, without kindness, injustice would be unbearable.He’s never said anything more true.“Thank you God for my suffering”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8662117477968265316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8662117477968265316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8662117477968265316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8662117477968265316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-said-to-me-recently-that-woman-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-2145001898508566278</id><published>2009-10-22T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:09:31.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trials of Silence</title><summary type='text'>My current work situation sees me working for an EB (evil....you get the picture) for the next four weeks.It is a struggle to get out of bed every morning, iron clothes, put on make up and come to work. It usually involves my alarm going off at 7 am, and giving myself pep talks till 8 am…..everyday this pep talk is 5 minutes longer….I then sluggishly move around the condo, eventually tumbling in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/2145001898508566278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=2145001898508566278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2145001898508566278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/2145001898508566278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/10/trials-of-silence.html' title='The Trials of Silence'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5767363368263204844</id><published>2009-10-20T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:42:19.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MiA</title><summary type='text'>What I forgot to buy on this trip: I love Miami t-shirtFetes I attended: Girl Power, Blocko, Deviate, Veil VibeReviews:Thursday night: Girl Power: So hot sweat ran down my body like I was taking a shower. Had all the ingredients of a great fete: the performances were hot and the bar tenders capable. Saw ma boo Machel up-close and personal; it was so hot he took of his shoes….ewwww!Friday Night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5767363368263204844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5767363368263204844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5767363368263204844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5767363368263204844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/10/mia.html' title='MiA'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8982445793622870409</id><published>2009-10-16T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:22:03.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea and An Exit Strategy</title><summary type='text'>My Dearest Society of Evil Bosses,On Thursday one of your illustrious members invited me for tea.  It was 9 am, and I thought nothing unusual about it.  Sitting down in a cafeteria full of people, she peered into my face, and told me, over a cup of tea, that she was offering me an exit strategy.Society surely you can see the folly of firing someone over tea.  First off there is the possibility </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8982445793622870409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8982445793622870409&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8982445793622870409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8982445793622870409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-and-exit-strategy.html' title='Tea and An Exit Strategy'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4190641832283044733</id><published>2009-09-29T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:49:02.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the Society of Evil Bosses:You out did yourself this time. I mean at first I thought to myself how bad could she be? Sure the reputation that preceded her featured words like “witch with a 'b'” “hot head” “mean” but really she came in such a cute well put together package. How bad could she be?First let’s address the make up. It seems she is familiar with two distinct styles. 80’s inspired, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4190641832283044733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4190641832283044733&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4190641832283044733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4190641832283044733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-society-of-evil-bosses-you-out-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4930833984526598677</id><published>2009-09-25T14:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:30:14.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voila!Our new fall look.Thanks Bluey, I think I scooped this beautiful picture of Dubai from your blog a few ages ago.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4930833984526598677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4930833984526598677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4930833984526598677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4930833984526598677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/voila-our-new-fall-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-836631055716547193</id><published>2009-09-25T13:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:37:42.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know when you’re caught in a loop?Like a flaw in the matrix?And you keep looping back and forth, asking the same inane question, knowing the response, knowing the reason for the response. Yet you keep asking, secretly (not even admitting it to yourself) hoping against hope that the answer will be different.And it never is?How do you close the loop? Make a fundamental change without having to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/836631055716547193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=836631055716547193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/836631055716547193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/836631055716547193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-when-youre-caught-in-loop-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1893630613981407610</id><published>2009-09-21T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:09:57.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in the day, I would get on the bus, and instinctively walk to the back corner, and plop myself down, one foot on the seat ahead.  I’d lean back in a slouch, looking straight ahead, with attitude that would make Naomi Campbell proud. These days, I get on and sit as close to the front door as possible, folding my skirt neatly to one side, feet tucked in, eyes deep in a book, in my mind cussing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1893630613981407610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1893630613981407610&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1893630613981407610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1893630613981407610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-day-i-would-get-on-bus-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6180083525026914661</id><published>2009-09-17T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:21:06.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Life  ehhh, ehhh, ehhh</title><summary type='text'>So says Rhianna.Last night I had an option to continue wallowing, or get up and live my life.I’m glad I chose the latter option, because somehow I ended up in box seats, with great food and drink, watching U2 perform under a giant claw, with the CN tower as a backdrop. Later that night, I was waiting for my bus home, when a cutie struck up on a conversation about my berry.  When my bus arrived </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6180083525026914661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6180083525026914661&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6180083525026914661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6180083525026914661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-your-life-ehhh-ehhh-ehhh.html' title='Live Your Life  ehhh, ehhh, ehhh'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5008011056964174116</id><published>2009-09-10T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:34:42.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are in flux at the moment.My work circumstances are changing quickly, and the next six months could ironically see me looking for a job.I am trying to see the positives, the greatest of which would be the gift of time.The possibilities excite me, an extended visit to Dubai/India, trying out some part time careers like being an extra in a movie or studying for that pesky GMAT.Except, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5008011056964174116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5008011056964174116&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5008011056964174116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5008011056964174116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-are-in-flux-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/Sqlif6s5YjI/AAAAAAAADrw/fluEyFIJiW0/s72-c/22j_blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8298430705878331798</id><published>2009-09-02T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:18:08.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Unknowns</title><summary type='text'>When I moved to Toronto, two of my friends from Dubai emigrated at the same time.Our families decided to help us adjust to our new environment by sending us all to the same high school.Somewhere between university and high school, we all went our separate ways. And I didn’t think much of it.Last year I got a cryptic email from one of the girls, J, saying that she had been very upset with me for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8298430705878331798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8298430705878331798&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8298430705878331798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8298430705878331798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-unknowns.html' title='Life&apos;s Unknowns'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7478999651620070171</id><published>2009-08-25T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:59:55.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on a Tuesday Afternoon:</title><summary type='text'>DJ’s and Promoters are the new spammers:  On Facebook I get a minimum of 20 event invites every day.  If Sweetflava somebody invitees me to one more ‘this is the event of the year” parties I may scream. I am trying to get my body Miami ready.  I have been working out at least an hour each day and trying to fit in a 30 minute walk into my lunch break.  In addition I have given up yummy food, for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7478999651620070171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7478999651620070171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7478999651620070171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7478999651620070171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-on-tuesday-afternoon.html' title='Random Thoughts on a Tuesday Afternoon:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1110709849235500352</id><published>2009-08-19T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:22:28.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t talk Shiiiteee about my man</title><summary type='text'>It’s been hot, sweltering hot……. sun shining in your face, sweat moustaches on your upper lip, hair frizzing…. kind of hot.Yesterday I realized I love sunshine the way I would love a good man. I love waking up to its kiss in the morning, I love how he encourages me to wear my cutest little dresses, because it’s just too hot to wear anything else, I love how he embraces me at night, so that I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1110709849235500352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1110709849235500352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1110709849235500352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1110709849235500352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-talk-shiiiteee-about-my-man.html' title='Don’t talk Shiiiteee about my man'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/SowKbLHJWeI/AAAAAAAADrQ/Mqv9IGJxxP4/s72-c/5efe3a7648db90c993167a4b3463.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3336795694348672668</id><published>2009-08-18T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:15:30.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life suddenly got fun.</title><summary type='text'>I saw Jason Mraz in concert his weekend at the Molson Amphitheater.  Toronto has been hit by a bolt of hot, and then hotter weather.  So going to an outdoor concert was a treat.  Plus I loved Jason’s message of gratitude and love. I spent Saturday with my fav gay BFF.  I saw a part of Toronto totally new to me, one with glow sticks, fun famous designers who are sweet and friendly, gorgeous men in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3336795694348672668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3336795694348672668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3336795694348672668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3336795694348672668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-suddenly-got-fun.html' title='Life suddenly got fun.'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3115653746769405020</id><published>2009-08-10T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:04:41.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every now and then I come across a man who is a real gem,</title><summary type='text'>Exhibit A:  A text I receive at 9 am this morning:“So what you into?  Boyz? Girlz? Both? What you looking for? What ever happens, happens?  Some Fun? Hangout? Long Term? A friendship? Or a lil bonin?”Surely such stupidity is reserved for the wee hours of the morning….perhaps after a hard nights drinking? Sigh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3115653746769405020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3115653746769405020&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3115653746769405020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3115653746769405020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-now-and-then-i-come-across-man.html' title='Every now and then I come across a man who is a real gem,'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6136588761309218185</id><published>2009-08-07T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:18:20.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love Affairs....</title><summary type='text'>Six years ago I met a guy. He was sweet, tall, good looking, and he took me on the best date I have ever been on. The date lasted 14 hours. It was like many great movie scenes melting into another. The second time we went out, I bought my friend J and he bought his friend J. The two J’s hit it off. Really hit it off. Pretty soon, while we were sitting in a park innocently holding hands and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6136588761309218185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6136588761309218185&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6136588761309218185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6136588761309218185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-love-affairs.html' title='On Love Affairs....'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8200661889517907322</id><published>2009-07-21T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:28:41.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up Is Hard To Do</title><summary type='text'>Remember that song back in the day:“Don’t take your love, Away from me…(Da doo dad um) Don’t leave me in Misery… (Do doo dad dum) Cuz if you go then Ill be Blue..cuz breaking up is hard to doooo.”So everyone around me is breaking up….ok so I exaggerate, but still quite a few of the lovers in my life are going through a rough patch.  And while I feel sorry for them, the real annoyance comes when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8200661889517907322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8200661889517907322&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8200661889517907322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8200661889517907322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking Up Is Hard To Do'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/SmXQLwxUvfI/AAAAAAAADrA/rpkBq5uKYEo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5775059090482544018</id><published>2009-07-14T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:22:03.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my dearest CNN,When Iraq invaded Kuwait for the second time I was 14. The year started out normally enough; a growth spurt, the realization that boys could make your heart flutter and the first girl/boy party.  Then things began to get a little nutty.  There was Saddam on the TV sprouting all sorts of nonsense about Kuwait.  And suddenly before we knew it, the news came that the duffer had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5775059090482544018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5775059090482544018&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5775059090482544018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5775059090482544018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-dearest-cnn-when-iraq-invaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-714221153865087342</id><published>2009-06-26T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:54:58.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses as to why my blog is late:</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/714221153865087342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=714221153865087342&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/714221153865087342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/714221153865087342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/06/excuses-as-to-why-my-blog-is-late.html' title='Excuses as to why my blog is late:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-6482183198185411964</id><published>2009-06-18T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:13:49.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here’s a Plug</title><summary type='text'>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,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/6482183198185411964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=6482183198185411964&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6482183198185411964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/6482183198185411964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-plug.html' title='Here’s a Plug'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8434558573073542793</id><published>2009-06-10T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:10:06.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8434558573073542793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8434558573073542793&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8434558573073542793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8434558573073542793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-on-wednesday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-9073214175699468533</id><published>2009-06-03T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:59:36.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/9073214175699468533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=9073214175699468533&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/9073214175699468533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/9073214175699468533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-sits-across-from-exhausted-depleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5118042800989530574</id><published>2009-05-14T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:57:09.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Humble Opinion:</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5118042800989530574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5118042800989530574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5118042800989530574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5118042800989530574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-humble-opinion.html' title='In my Humble Opinion:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3219135096449803530</id><published>2009-05-12T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:26:19.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Updates</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3219135096449803530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3219135096449803530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3219135096449803530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3219135096449803530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/05/wacky-updates.html' title='Wacky Updates'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-730453685193414022</id><published>2009-05-11T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:29:52.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/730453685193414022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=730453685193414022&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/730453685193414022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/730453685193414022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1317294774224708478</id><published>2009-05-05T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:20:37.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts:</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1317294774224708478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1317294774224708478&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1317294774224708478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1317294774224708478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vkn3Wop10M8/SgCYUGGMSfI/AAAAAAAADMA/l_KEq2CNb_8/s72-c/uncle-sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-1336172674598632021</id><published>2009-04-24T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:34:51.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/1336172674598632021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=1336172674598632021&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1336172674598632021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/1336172674598632021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-step-onto-crowded-subway-and-wedge.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-8384587702332153375</id><published>2009-04-13T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:08:25.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Ramblings</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/8384587702332153375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=8384587702332153375&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8384587702332153375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/8384587702332153375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-ramblings.html' title='Easter Ramblings'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3307819667334928211</id><published>2009-03-30T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:27:39.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3307819667334928211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3307819667334928211&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3307819667334928211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3307819667334928211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-3398365999044647623</id><published>2009-03-30T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:40:04.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Sundays.</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/3398365999044647623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=3398365999044647623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3398365999044647623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/3398365999044647623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-sundays.html' title='I hate Sundays.'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-5645469978635661018</id><published>2009-03-25T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:51:11.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you always have to have that conversation:</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/5645469978635661018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=5645469978635661018&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5645469978635661018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/5645469978635661018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-you-always-have-to-have-that.html' title='Because you always have to have that conversation:'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-279335071807790004</id><published>2009-03-23T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:29:45.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with MUB's</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/279335071807790004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=279335071807790004&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/279335071807790004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/279335071807790004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/03/problem-with-mubs.html' title='The Problem with MUB&apos;s'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-4512640797684003493</id><published>2009-03-09T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:31:04.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/4512640797684003493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=4512640797684003493&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4512640797684003493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/4512640797684003493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dearest-would-be-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7113002634645633786</id><published>2009-03-02T12:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:33:15.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Win, Is A Win, Is A Win!</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7113002634645633786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7113002634645633786&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7113002634645633786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7113002634645633786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/03/win-is-win-is-win.html' title='A Win, Is A Win, Is A Win!'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18658062.post-7369515426868863856</id><published>2009-02-24T15:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:22:15.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbie Returns!</title><summary type='text'>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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/feeds/7369515426868863856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18658062&amp;postID=7369515426868863856&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7369515426868863856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18658062/posts/default/7369515426868863856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2009/02/phone-call.html' title='Jumbie Returns!'/><author><name>Crankyputz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17948774650181520591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4878/2277/1600/MGR-0010_im.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
