tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56609732011-04-21T18:46:30.405-04:00I am a 31 year old Canadian women,seperated,living in my mother's basement and this is my dating story.HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comBlogger1621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1102299420058718912004-12-05T21:00:00.000-05:002004-12-05T21:17:00.056-05:00

I am back on the dating wagon. The emails and instant messages are a flying. I am still hating everyone but there may be some juicy new posts if I ever go out with one of them. The second reason for posting when I had thought that I would give it up forever is to vent. Yes, we all love to vent don't we? I am having post traumatic divorce disprter. I don't know if I need medication, therapy or

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1097773352650283772004-10-14T13:46:00.000-04:002004-10-14T13:02:32.650-04:00

I haven't blogged in so long that I think I forget how, so you will have to forgive me if I sound like a moron or at least make fun of me behind my back. What's been going on since July you ask? Not too much there has been working, shopping, drinking, lots of hanging out with A and random boys that I don't like. Work is going well I am fitting right in. The job may be mindnumbingly boring but

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1096563840782745312004-09-30T13:59:00.000-04:002004-09-30T13:04:00.783-04:00

I haven't posted anything new in forever I know. There just hasn't been that much to say. There might not be that much to say now but I am back anyways! I missed you all too much to stay away.

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The new job is going well. The work is easy and all the people there are very friendly, very much different from the bank. It is so nice to get up in the morning to a job that I don't hate, it's made me into a better more cheerful person. Other related news I saw the stupid young boy at a bar with his I guess new girlfriend. He grabbed her hand and dragged her off the patio where I was sitting

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1087520955728714572004-06-17T20:53:00.000-04:002004-06-17T21:09:15.726-04:00

I went for a job interview today. Another call center that does roadside assistance just like the job I had before I worked at the bank. I guess I passed the test as they offered me the job on the spot. I start Monday. I was looking forward to a bit more time off for bad behavior but I guess I will just have to get fired from this job if I need more time off. I have been living the fun life of

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086973965869139232004-06-11T13:00:00.000-04:002004-06-11T13:13:48.206-04:00

Thanks to snowy for this. "A hopeless and helpless dreamer, forever out of touch with reality, an Aquarius is ever lost in his own fantasy world. He never returns money he borrows, for immediately upon borrowing it, he spends it and forgets about the debt. An Aquarius constantly breaks his promises, and hates nothing more than working. People born under this sign love badmouthing and making

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086900143186428682004-06-10T16:23:00.001-04:002004-06-10T17:35:55.883-04:00

The working out is going ok. I am up to 40 girly push ups and 20 regular ones and 100 ab crunches/sit ups a day. My legs have been really sore so the running is not going as well. I have to work through the pain I guess. Just so you all know squats are not my friend. I actually got on the ball and did my email resume last night. I mailed it around to a couple of places that aren't great. I'm

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086641243110149472004-06-07T16:37:00.000-04:002004-06-07T16:47:23.110-04:00

I started my army workout training only to realize that running is way harder than it looks and absolutely no fun. I have started on the 4 to 1, walking to running ratio. The dog and I go to the park and I run for 1 minute and walk for 4. We did this Friday and Saturday then took yesterday off, I'm not sure about the dog but my legs were so sore! I have also added in 30 pushup and 100 ab

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086395331821691322004-06-04T20:03:00.000-04:002004-06-05T00:03:29.870-04:00

Though my heart is broken by the criticism of unknown internet meanies I will be brave and battle on with my internet date update. I met Mr. Two-kids-and-a-dog at the bar(I like to call it my first date bar)at 7:30 last night. I was 5 minutes late and went in he wasn't there. I ordered a beer and sat at the bar and we had arranged. It was at about 7:45 when I started to get worried that all this

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086298312852080382004-06-03T17:20:00.000-04:002004-06-03T17:35:18.036-04:00

Ryan Allen has done a review of my blog. He doesn't like it. This I don't really care about, one man's opinion and all that but it was the part that referred to me as "a 31 year-old hag living in her mother's basement: dirty, uneducated, and living her life online because she is of no use to any real society.", that really pissed me off. I may not bother to check my grammar or spelling half the

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086282617573898582004-06-03T13:08:00.000-04:002004-06-03T16:42:54.560-04:00

I have an internet date for tonight. The guy is 34 and has two kids older girls, around 7 or 8 years old I think. He seems pretty nervous about this whole thing which I hate. It must be the way with the internet guys, I think they do a whole lotta looking not a whole lotta dating. To me it's like what's the big deal,drinks with a stranger it's not like we have anything to lose. I can kill an hour

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1086198614312714272004-06-02T13:44:00.000-04:002004-06-03T16:49:33.900-04:00

You must have been saying to yourselves things have got to get better for Happy Girl, hasn't she suffered enough? The abortion is over, summer is coming it's time to get back to the dating posts, right? NO you are wrong.Remember my ranting on about the temp job being like survivor, how people are dropping like flies? Well my torch was snuffed. Yesterday morning they called me from Kelly Services

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1085700188532626832004-05-27T19:20:00.000-04:002004-05-27T19:23:08.533-04:00

My scary message worked. I got a message from Adam today. "I'm so sorry I was out of town, I'll drop your stuff off tomorrow my cars in the shop but I will bike it over or something, I'm really sorry" Ya right he was out of town with no pay for two weeks? Likely story. He heard the scary message and is trying to cover his ass, now we'll just hope the bag shows up tomorrow as promised. Stupid

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1085593699684088902004-05-26T13:33:00.000-04:002004-05-26T13:49:50.780-04:00

The boy still has my bag. The boy will not return my messages or answer the phone when I call. I have been leaving polite messages until now such as " Adam, it's Cori I need to get my bag back from you could you please drop it off or get in touch with me and I will pick it up? Thanks. Goodbye" Today's planned message is "Adam, it's Cori, I know that since I am no longer pregnant with you child

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1084749879171202292004-05-16T19:04:00.000-04:002004-05-16T19:47:54.783-04:00

So it's done. It was no fun at all but not as bad as I expected. They dope you up by IV pretty good while they actually do it so you feel some jabs and stuff and hear them sucking it out of you noise but it's kind of like a bad dream not really happening feeling. It was like maybe with all the waiting around and hour and a half so it's pretty quick. There were 5 other girls either before or after

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1084204437992843832004-05-10T11:37:00.000-04:002004-05-10T11:53:57.993-04:00

Tomorrow is the day of my abortion. I went for my appointment on Friday by myself as the young boy couldn't get up early enough to make the 8 am appointment. I spoke the the social worker who ask a few questions to see how serious your decision is and how you will cope with the aftermath. Then a nurse comes in and explains the procedure completely. Here's how it goes. You show up take some

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I went to my family doctor's on Friday to get the copy of the ultrasound report that I need to make an appointment with the women's clinic. The reports says "There is a single live intrauterine gestation. The crown-rump length of 4.4 cm corresponds to a gestational age of 11 weeks 2 days. No obvious anomalies are identitfied at this early stage. No adnexal masses are seen." This is what the

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1083198870941741812004-04-28T20:34:00.000-04:002004-04-28T20:37:36.403-04:00

I went for my ultrasound yesterday. Young boy went with me, well he drove me and waited in the waiting room for me. They do the same ultrasound for all pregnant women so I got the same treatment the happy mothers to be get. I guess it's my fault I didn't say "I don't want to look as I'm just here for the pre-abortion ultrasound". So I looked and got a picture to take home, the young boy didn't

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1082648929498303332004-04-22T11:48:00.000-04:002004-04-22T11:51:48.360-04:00

I haven't blogged all week as I have nothing to say. Nothing good anyways. I am angry. Blame it on the hormones or on the puking, stomache cramping sickness I have been sufferring lately. Blame it on the stupid men I have allowed into my life who can so easily come and go without feeling a thing it seems. Blame in on the stupid job that I don't quit for fear of unemployment and financial

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1082051724024798202004-04-15T13:55:00.000-04:002004-04-15T14:29:21.903-04:00

I met with the husband yesterday we got coffee and talked. What he wanted was absoultion of the wrongs he did to me. He wanted to discuss in detail all the bad things he did as he is in therapy to fix himself up. I provided specific examples of he worst behaviour so he could discuss them with his therapist. Here's a little exerpt from out conversation. Him "I know I was jealous but I can't

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1081960488323342142004-04-14T12:34:00.000-04:002004-04-14T12:38:31.653-04:00

I have today off work so I agreed to meet with my husband. I have no idea how he thinks this could ever work out, it's been a year since we had any kind of personal interaction. A year can be a long time, especially a year spent getting over the divorce, getting a new job, new friends, new life. He has had a girlfriend and I have dated my little heart out. He must not be thinking in realistic

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1081827728896161552004-04-12T23:42:00.000-04:002004-04-12T23:44:58.106-04:00

After some consideration I don't really want to be involved with the young boy. It's just so hard going through all of this all alone that I am having a hard time seperating all of my emotions. My husband called on saturday crying and upset wanting to apologize and make amends for all the wrong he did to me. I was glad to be able to talk about things with him in a closure kind of way but thrown

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1081425561313991732004-04-08T07:59:00.000-04:002004-04-08T20:30:05.483-04:00

I have a new crazy idea. I think that I still "like" the young boy and have been entertaining the idea of having some kind of sick freakish "do you still like me, wanna try this again without the getting knocked up part?" conversation with him. I know you will all try to talk me out of this but really I get all up on my high horse when people tell me what to do. I suggest sarcasm and pointing out

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1081215232282998352004-04-05T21:33:00.000-04:002004-04-05T21:47:54.890-04:00

There was a girl a beautiful. Fragile flower of a girl who lived in a land far far away called stupidville. One day this girl out with her fairy godfather and her handmaiden for a couple of pints of mead, met a young and handsome prince who was guarding the gates of the tavern just down the road from stupidville. At the end of the night the beautiful maiden is trying to set up her handmaiden with

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1080930464433915142004-04-02T13:27:00.000-05:002004-04-02T13:30:23.500-05:00

I'm sitting here sweating, with the phone in my hand trying to get up the nerve to make the appointment for the ultrasound. I have put it off for a week and this is not something to be put off. I really need to do this today. Once it's done I know I'll feel better. Here I go. Now I'm on hold!! What are they thinking putting me on hold. Ok it's done. April 27. That seems like a long way off. At

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1080841864349451342004-04-01T12:51:00.000-05:002004-04-02T12:50:58.920-05:00

I have some character flaws to admit today. I am the worst at dealing with stress. I know that no one is really good at dealing with bad situations but I am really bad. I start to feel overwhelmed so I don't do anything. The more I do nothing the more crap gets piled up and the more stress I feel, so I do less and less. I am one of those crawl into bed, pull the covers over your head and hope it

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1080582737387310472004-03-29T12:52:00.000-05:002004-03-29T12:56:50.936-05:00

I thought I was doing pretty well with this whole situation, trying to be calm and rational and not get all upset as it won't help anything. Now I feel the pressure building and wonder when the breakdown will come. I feel like if just one more thing is added to my pile I will freak out. All this is hard enough to deal with and making this decision is on my mind day and night. Now the wonderful

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1080231514625993542004-03-25T11:18:00.000-05:002004-03-25T11:21:05.700-05:00

I went to see the doctor this morning. Young boy went with me. Pregnancy at 6 and a half weeks was confirmed. My doctor was very nice and supportive actually I was surprised. I know that it is a women's right to abortion and the medical professionals are not allowed to try to sway your opinion but he was kind. He walked me through the steps to abortion gave me the phone # at the hospital. First I

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1080095416675574992004-03-23T21:30:00.000-05:002004-03-23T21:49:25.860-05:00

Thanks everyone for their comments and support. I have a little more time to post than I did this morning so I am going to explain what I think which, sorry to say is really all that matters at this point. I have no fault with young boys unwillingness to have a kid when he's not ready and with a someone he's not in a relationship with. I invited him to talk with me about this as I wanted to

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1080053838735588672004-03-23T09:57:00.000-05:002004-03-23T09:59:47.170-05:00

I met with the young boy last night. We went out for a drive but it really wasn't necessary as it was a short conversation. I started with him saying he can't have a kid. Then how this baby would really fuck over three lives right now. He also pointed out that babies are expensive and that his mom is sick so it would be really bad timing for her right now. Then he told me how upset and sick he

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079968664189013392004-03-22T10:17:00.000-05:002004-03-22T10:20:12.246-05:00

No real news to update, other than I think I may be on the fast tract to an anxiety disorder of some sort. I was supposed to meet with the boy on Sunday. Yup, you heard right I'm pregnant with his baby and he's still canceling on me. He called and 11:30 like he said he would and said that he forgot he had to work and was an hour late already. He said he honestly wasn't putting me off even if I

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079722299860459712004-03-19T13:51:00.000-05:002004-03-19T13:54:38.670-05:00

I have started to make some plans. I made a Dr's appointment now that he is back from holidays. I have looked up support for unplanned pregnancies in my city (for some reason most of them seem to be for teen pregancy, I guess I am 15 years to late for all this) and have a phone # to call for some counselling. I plan to ask the boy to come to the doctor's as well as go to options counsellining

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079670737955376212004-03-18T23:32:00.000-05:002004-03-19T00:41:36.700-05:00

Thanks to everyone for your virtual support. It really does mean a lot! For the update, I called young boy and was told by his mom that he has moved. I had planned to go out on St Pat's day with S and his sister anyways so I did (not drinking of course). We went by the bar he works at so I could let him know that we needed to get together and talk about something serious. He was ignoring me and

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079550941540034542004-03-17T14:15:00.000-05:002004-03-17T14:18:04.733-05:00

I took the test it was postive. What am I going to do now you ask? I have no fucking idea. I called my dr office they are on holiday's until next Thurday. I called the Young boy and was told by his mom that he doesn't live there anymore. I told a good friend who is closed mouthed and she has been helping with the stress. I guess I will have to talk to young boy at his work tonight and see if he

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079454616222852362004-03-16T11:30:00.000-05:002004-03-16T11:33:03.076-05:00

I called in sick to work on Saturday as this cold I have had me laid up in bed. They called me from the work today to bitch at me about my sick days. I wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry I promise to never be sick again", or "Sure I'll come to work with my fever and coughing and snot next time to spread it around so other people and not just me are calling in sick" Reason #412 this job sucks.

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079373157030795372004-03-15T12:52:00.000-05:002004-03-15T12:54:57.653-05:00

I'm still waiting for the no show period. I have decided that this is all a mistake. I must have miscalculated my dates or maybe it's early menopause. I am avoiding taking a pregnancy test for a few more days as at least right now I can live in denial. I have decided if there isn't any "news" by wednesday I will go ahead with the testing.

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1079030774900262582004-03-11T13:46:00.000-05:002004-03-11T13:48:31.840-05:00

I wasn't going to talk about this since I may be prematurely jumping the gun here but what the hell, like I have secrets from you. I have been wracking my brains for the last 3 days to try to figure out when I had my period last month as it seems to be a little overdue. Yup you heard me correctly I am late (I think). Haven't all you chicks done this at some point? Was it before Valentines day?

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1078941397745344372004-03-10T12:56:00.000-05:002004-03-10T12:59:19.983-05:00

I have received an invitation for a date from one internet dating guy who didn't look too bad. I was all set to let him know I'll meet him for a date on Friday night after work when.....(scary music please) I wake up at noon today ( I have weird days off this week) curled up in a weird ball clutching my dog with my head on him as a pillow and with the worlds most sorest throat ever. I'm not sure

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1078794346173068942004-03-08T20:05:00.000-05:002004-03-08T20:09:05.793-05:00

Life is still meaningless in my little mind but I managed to go out and get drunk enough this weekend that I didn't care. I have to work sometimes so I can't really stay drunk until the mood passes but lets just chalk it up to PMS, let the men have their little jokes and call it a day. Nothing much happened this weekend just drunken wandering around with S and his sister the ole usual. I am back

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1078511722245226632004-03-05T13:35:00.000-05:002004-03-05T13:39:58.263-05:00

I am a sucky blogger this week. I figured it was better to say nothing at all then to ruminate on the meaning of life or why I can't seem to figure out what the hell is the point. Lately I have been back on the self examination kick. Wondering why we do what we do. All that bullshit. Thinking all the stuf we get involved in with life is just to distract us from the fact that there really is no

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1078193297617246912004-03-01T21:08:00.000-05:002004-03-01T21:10:25.200-05:00

Saturday night did not go as expected. We went to the new bar in hopes of S picking up his hotsy totsy waitress but she wasn't working. So he went to work on the waitress that was working and I wandered around not talking to anyone ( unknown drunk reasoning). Then as it sucked there (for everyone but S) we went to the bar where Young boy works. We were going to avoid it but fuck him we didn't. We

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1077990787115726982004-02-28T12:53:00.000-05:002004-02-28T13:43:20.530-05:00

This breakup thing and a week of sunshine has been so good for me. I've been out and about, walking the dog, getting some exercise, hanging out with my girlyfriends, I even made a big attempt at not getting fired by making 7 sales on Thursday. Not that it will last for long but I should be able to hold on to the stress filled, selling should be your life job for another week or two. Tonight I am

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1077739569133917572004-02-25T15:06:00.000-05:002004-02-25T15:10:51.076-05:00

I figured out how the Young Boy took our breakup. As I explained to him last Thursday, it's not like I don't like him or anything so I said if he was interested we could still date but just not be so serious. He thought this was a fine idea and said he would talk to me early this week. When I saw him Saturday night he was chatty and gave me a hug as I was leaving the bar saying I'll call you

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1077558754780503682004-02-23T12:52:00.000-05:002004-02-23T12:56:27.030-05:00

I'm not sure how well The just dumped new Young Boy choked on his regret of our breakup. He kinda looked the same as always no crying or mad rages against the fates. My new hair/tan/cleavage did go over well though. I got a bunch of compliments and at least 5 guys tried to pick me up. I wasn't interested in being picked up but it was nice to know that the whole day of effort and 100 million $$

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1077299887277426532004-02-20T12:58:00.000-05:002004-02-20T13:00:04.670-05:00

I'm heading out for my post breakup day of beauty today. I don't think I'm the only one who goes all out to be the skinniest, prettiest, most beautiful, well dressed, best haired and tanned version of myself as soon as the last promise to be friends is said. Usually I head straight for the bottle and when I wake up a couple weeks later make myself into this gorgeous creature but this wasn't a bad

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1077218766324352042004-02-19T14:26:00.000-05:002004-02-19T14:32:20.170-05:00

I "broke up" with the New Young Boy. It was all so fun in the beginning, we were spending lots of time together, playing video games, you know the new relationship glow. Somehow after a month the boyfriend-girlfriend thing got brought up and it was all down hill from there. He's got stuff going on in his life a friend staying with him and a sick family member, which means he doesn't have time to

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I got the New Young boy to pay attention to the so far neglected oral part of our relationship this weekend. How did I do it you ask? Just like I handle all complicated matters of the heart. I got very drunk and asked. Me "So ya whazz's up with the fucking lack or oral sex?" NYB "Umm....(waking up from a dead sleep)what?" ME "Oral Sex for me Why don't you? Do you hate it or are you just no

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A rich husband A new job A crash course in selling-How to spot a sucker every time An eye doctor appointment A haircut A way to break it to the new young boy that dating other people is a very good thing A positive attitude Anti-depressants A cure for hangovers A better immune system More friends who are fun A rounder more firm ass An excuse not to go to work A shorter lifespan A retirement fund

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Hope you all have romantic plans for hot sex and sweet love. Me, I'm going out with S just like any other Saturday night. New Young Boy was supposed to work but now doesn't have to so he is going out with his friends. He may be to young to remember Valentines day or just doesn't give a shit. We did make plans to go out for dinner tomorrow night, well maybe it was me who made all the plans.

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I haven't had any time to investigate the new young boys oral adversion yet. I promise to keep you all posted with the training program that is sure to start soon. I did see my young boy on Friday night, we went out for dinner and to visit some friends of his. Beer was consumed by all and then stupid boy stuff commenced. Boy was joking with a friend of his about some boy matter and then a fight

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There is another problem with the New Young Boy. Not only is he mumbling words that may be iloveyou into the phone he is not putting out in a satisfactory manner. Smitten is trying to help me with a gentle and tactfully way of explaining to the boy that the correct way to say I love you does involve your mouth but your vocal cords are not required. I have made a plan. I don't know which of Deb's

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I was just talking to the new young boy on the phone. He was at work and we were making plans for him to come over here when he's done work. It's a bar/restaurant where he works so it was noisy in the background and when we ended the call I think he said "love you" but it could have been "later". I hung up the phone in a panic. I don't think I even said goodbye. I may have screamed. I sure hope

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I'm thirty one now. UGH. I had to pluck a random black hair from my chin today,what's next false teeth and adult diapers? I have started slathering on oil of old lady to try to counteract the wrinkles that I know are just lurking around the corner. I am even thinking that I may need to exercise. Like real exercise, not my half assed idea of walking the dog around the block stopping for a smoke

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The searches on how people find my site are bizarre Here are some of the often amusing and sometimes scary ways people get here. Ghetto fake nails ( I definitely don't have those) Mud wrestling-kiddy pool ( never done it but it sounds like fun) Horny Canadian women (well....) Girls not old a nough ( I hope I spell better than this) Fake eyelashes (it was only once and it was Halloween)

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I said that I would reveal the age of my new boy toy when the time was right. I have told all my friends and even made jokes about my cradle robbing self to people so now, on the eve of my 31st birthday, the time has come to tell you all. He's 22. I know that I have somehow caught on to a trend here so it's not as bad as it could have been. If Demi Moore and Cameron Diaz can do it why not me?

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I have a headache and since I am not one of those suffer through the pain type of chickies I'm drugged to the gills so excuse me if this post make little to no sense. My birthday party started out rough. When I phoned the night before,I was advised by the not so nice hostess at the Keg that they don't take reservations for Saturday night. It was too late to change plans so we had to go there

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I'm going out for my birthday tomorrow night. All the close friends and I are going for dinner. Remember when we used to just get dressed up slutty and meet up with friends to get drunk and fall down on our birthdays? I'm not saying that I'm not going to do this anyways but it's just not as acceptable when your old. Now, I have to go out with all the marrieds and eat a shitload of expensive

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1074822389475399622004-01-22T20:46:00.000-05:002004-01-23T08:00:55.890-05:00

New young boy called me to tell me he's coming over after work. He needs some nurturing as he got in a fight at work last night and now has a smashed nose and busted up lip. Mmm battered and bruised cute young boy and a value pack of condoms, things keep getting more interesting. I mean, poor boy I hope he isn't badly hurt. *UPDATE* Boy isn't badly hurt he may have a couple of nice black eyes

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I spent my almost full day off yesterday with the new boy. We went shopping and had lunch.I didn't find that fantabulous outifit that I was hoping to find to wear to my birthday dinner. You know the one that make me look 5 years younger a cup size bigger and 10 pounds lighter? I guess such magical outfits do not exist. I tried to buy a pair of stilletos so I could be taller then everyone and have

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I get to work today both legs soaking wet as we had the hugest of all huge snow storms and the snow on the sidewalks is up to my knees. I am running late and go to log into my computer. I get in but none of my operating systems will come up. I call the resource people who tell me to reboot I do, nothing. I call again, they tell my to change computers I do, still nothing. My resource man Greg

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All About Aquarius Those of you born under the sign of Aquarius are passionately interested in humanity -- you are very empathetic and feel your connection with others deeply. Though you're quite independent in both thought and action, you depend upon interaction with thers, thriving on intellectual contact and shared ideas.You like to know where the action is -- and to put urself in the center

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I just get home from work I'm cranky and cold and have snow in places when usually only penguins have snow. Then the new boy called just to say hi and let me know he's going out with some friends tonight and to see what I'm doing tomorrow night. " I have to work really early Wednesday so I will be going to bed by the time you get off work" Boy replies " Ok then I'll pick you up from work on

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I just wrote this long post hemming and hawing about this internet date that I made last week to go out tomorrow night and erased it . So this is the condensed version. I don't really want to go on this date would rather just hang out with friend S and get drunk. I always want to go at the time I make the plans then when it's time to go I don't want to anymore. Probably since I haven't had one

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Date number 3 with the young boy. We braved the blizzard and went out for dinner(which was great) and some drinks (even better)after I was done work before he started work. Still no sex but it was fun. I can't remember the last time I had fun with a date boy without being pissed drunk and naked. Are you worried about the fate of this slut old chick banker and her young innocent bouncer? I was

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Surprise second date with the new boy last night. The Last samurai, popcorn a backrub and some making out, still no sex but enjoyable all the same. But as my life never runs smoothly,this leads me into the big question peoples. How young is too young? Yes you got it, he's younger than me. I'm waiting for the weigh in on how young is too young before divulge the shameful secret that is his age.

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I know the post about rsp's and bitching were getting boring so just to make it up to you all I went out and picked up a boy on Saturday night. Really I did it for you, not because I'm a drunken slut, just for you. As you know the dating hasn't been going that well for me lately so I gave up. I packed in my cleavage showing tshirts and short skirts and was planning to stay in drink beer with

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We had a team meeting today at work. Go team Go. We have a new slogan for 2004. "Reach for the stars in 2004. I wish I could just have the slogan writers job it must be easier. It's RSP season so we are supposed to sell one rsp term a day plus the regular 3 things and take 100 calls with great customer service skills saying the persons name twice, thanking them for calling and appreciating their

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I really really want to go to Las Vegas for my birthday. Last years birthday sucked considering it consisted of my husband having an "emergency" at work, causing us to miss our dinner reservations and him showing up at 11 pm smelling of booze. He then took me to a strip joint where I had one beer and we hit the McDonald's drive thru on the way home. Oh yeah and my birthday present was a

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I got throught the holidaze and the drunken boring as shit new years thingy, you think it's all over now? You are wrong. Now there are 26 days left until my 31st birthday. I haven't even STARTED to accept the fact that I'm 30 yet and now I have 26 days to get over being 30 and to prepare to be 31, living in my mom's basement, single, with a crappy job that I am going to get fired from 'cause I

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Here's hoping that how you spend New Years Eve doesn't reflect on the whole of 2004. My friend S tried really hard to get all the friends together and pick a place that had something for everyone,he failed miserably. It wan't he's fault and no one blames him but it sucked. It was a huge square concrete building with tables running up and down the sides. Like a prison New Years Eve party with

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I have five minutes to write this blog before I have to run off and bank all day then run home shower and slip myself sans undergarments into my party dress. I'll have ten more minutes to make my hair look like a tvstars and glitter myself up before I run out the door again. I plan to drink copious amounts of liquor, listen to and tell funny stories, kiss any and all cute boys standing alone at

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I had the end game argument with the boy from B.C. yesterday. I was trying to be cool about he whole thing as it isn't his problem that I was madly in love with him and he lives really far away so I figure we'll just be friends like we were in between the affairs. I called him and we were chatting about the dress I was going to buy for New Years Eve. I said that since I am totally skinny for

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1072502536988724522003-12-27T00:22:00.000-05:002003-12-27T00:26:25.576-05:00

I saw the boy from BC on Tuesday. He had an hour to spare between doing nothing and ignoring me. He is as cute as ever of course. We went out and had some snacks and beer and chatted a little. There was no deep and or meaningful conversation, no roaring fire, no falling snow or marriage proposals. There was of course a huge smile on my face and lots of gazing deeply into his eyes. He didn't

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1072370446443600512003-12-25T11:40:00.000-05:002003-12-25T11:41:46.420-05:00

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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The boy from BC is in town for christmas. Being my optimistic Christmas movie watching self, I'm picturing cuddling by a crackling fire and hearing him proclaim his undying love. He of course is a boy and is busy with his family and his Christmas preparations. Sometimes I hate being a chick.

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I haven't even dragged my recovering sinuses to the mall to do my Christmas shopping yet and my friends are already making plans for New Years Eve. I gotta admit I love a good drunkfest like any other almost divorced living with their mom soon to be 31 year old (what else do we have to live for?) But new years is just not my thing. All the enforced revelry, the over hugging chickies in the

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I have found the cure for the Christmas blues. I am SICK. Raw hamburger throat,snotty,coughing up Primordial Ooze sick. I don't care about anything but cough medicine and why the fuck I have to call ten people to call in sick to work every fucking day. Stupid bank. Get the hint. I'm sick, I'm contagious,the primordial ooze may take over my body and force me to eat flesh like one of the living

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Dear Santa, I think I have been a pretty good girl this year. I am usually not naughty and sometimes I'm very nice so if you could please check out my list below. 1. A sunnny happy pollyanna attitude. The one that make other people wanna puke or kill you, like Heidi had without the braids or the goats. 2. Some exciting and or interesting friends who have free time every you know month or so.

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I went out of the first Christmas Shopping expedition of the season yesterday. I think I have a case of the Blue Christmas blues since I am simply not in the mood for it this year. Usually I am the biggest holiday person around. I love throwing parties, decorating and getting all worked up for any occasion. A couple of years ago I even staged an Easter Egg hunt for the dog and cat, it was kind

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1070245396676214082003-11-30T21:23:00.000-05:002003-11-30T21:25:02.466-05:00

I had to work on Saturday 3:00 until 11:00 pm. I am back to not really liking this job it is stressful and there are a lot of questions I still can't answer for people and it still takes me quite a while to get some things done which makes people impatient. They are cheap there and never have enough staff working so it's constantly busy. We have these people we call when we have questions.

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S and I went back to the patio bar to have a smoke. I avoided the corner where cute and not so cute were. I had just sat down with my drink and was talking to S when what to my wondering eyes did appear but the cute guy himself coming over to out table. S and I have done this a hundred times and each of us knows the rules so he makes himself scarce. Cute guy says hi and introduces himself ( I am

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1069717082425197212003-11-24T18:38:00.000-05:002003-11-24T21:50:13.996-05:00

I have this huge long but very funny story from the weekend that I am trying to figure out how to shorten so that it makes sense and is still funny. I went out drinkin' with friend S as per usual Saturday night. It was near the end of the night and S had left me alone to go to the bathroom or something. I was eyeing this cute boy but he was sitting in the corner talking to another couple of guys

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1069674310080649762003-11-24T06:45:00.000-05:002003-11-24T06:46:11.733-05:00

Horoscopes Aquarius A warm, friendly person may have more than merely platonic interest in you. You could be the object of a secret passion! There might be not-so secret admirers coming forward today. Some of them may be a little wilder and less stable than you like in a partner, though. Can you say Woo-Hoo!!

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1069349097909015642003-11-20T12:24:00.000-05:002003-11-20T12:39:43.530-05:00

One of the joys of shift work is the day off in the middle of the week, which I am enjoying today. The internet dating push is on and here's the update. ( These are not in order of who I like best or anything like that) #1 GoodCanadianGuy His Profile: He's looking for someone to share the ups and downs. He love to travel, sports and hanging out with friends. (Shit I hate all my friends

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I haven't posted anything exciting in a while because life has been very boring. I have been in training again at work learning mortgages lines of credit and small business banking. It's been a hoot. Mostly I got out of it the contempt for the training process. After every presentation the trainer is somehow required by bank law to ask "what questions do you have?" not the usual "does anyone

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1069121326699230672003-11-17T21:08:00.000-05:002003-11-17T21:09:09.950-05:00

I am finding the holiday season to be a little rough. Last year I was shopping for the hubby and his family. Our Christmas' together were always a very nice time and his birthday is December 23 so it was always a fun time for us and I am really starting to be sad for the good things that were lost along with the bad especially his family who I love a lot and miss I have decided to take my mind of

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1069121087786140602003-11-17T21:04:00.000-05:002003-11-17T21:05:11.093-05:00

Sorry I haven't blogged in so long my computer was broken.

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It's really really fucking early on Saturday and really cold snow is forecasted. I have to work. Today is the Santa Claus parade. Also the work Christmas party. I have to work this early tomorrow as well. I will get all dressed up scarf down my roastbeef dinner and run along home to bed won't I?

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I have been slacking on the blogging this week. Nothing interesting has really happened. The weather sucks grey and raining every single fucking day. I'm 'bout ready to try anti-depressants. I have to work this weekend so there won't be any interesting Cori got drunk and picked up a boy stories to tell. I have today and tomorrow off and have done nothing but read nap drink coffee and stay inside

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Time for a dating summary. I went on the last internet date Tuesday three weeks ago. He was nice, too nice and boring and nervous. He emails and IM's me all the time. I put him in the " not attracted to him but will go out on a second date with to make sure" category. Once in this category it's hard for me to get up the motivation to actually go on the second date since I won't give up a fun

HappyGirl http://www.blogger.com/profile/11278023603228009789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660973.post-1067861711926117612003-11-03T07:15:00.000-05:002003-11-03T07:15:10.620-05:00

It was a nice weekend. The ice queen costume went over well and looked good if I do say so myself. I left a trail of glitter and yelled Peon a lot. We went out Saturday night as well which was the same old time. I have to work this weekend so it will be nice to take a break from the nights of drinking and standing around in bars. The cute boy from last Saturday night did finally call just as I

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This chick calls in at work today and wants the withdrawl limits taken off her account. This means ( for all you non-bankers) when you deposit money in the ABM they hold it for 5 days until the check clears. This prevents the empty envelope fraud. Well her husbands job doesn't have the option to have his pay go into the bank automatically and he works to late to cash his cheque at the bank. I

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I take Halloween seriously. I love it. The dressing up the being someone/something else for an entire night. This year as per usual I have come up with a original unknown costume which I am making from scratch and taking great time and effort over. I am being the Ice Queen. I decided this about a month ago when I bought new eye shadow. I have brown eyes so I usually wear a little brown shadow for

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I got home from work at the bank today to find our street crawling with police. The forensic idenification van is parked in front of the neighbours and my mom is standing on the lawn talking to the old folks next door. We are now living in a ghetto I guess. This is what happened Some punk kicked in the back door of our elderly neighbours house while the lady was home. She came running to our

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Things I actually accomplished this weekend. I went shopping and bought sexy black boots. I wore the sexy black boots out of Saturday night. The clocks went back making for an extra hour of drinking. Learned that I am too old for an extra hour of drinking. At one point I said (slurred) to S "lets get another drink" He told me to finish the one in my hand that I had forgotten about. I slugged it

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People from work are going out tonight to a pool hall/bowling alley/bar. I am not going. I don't play pool as I suck and I don't bowl. So I made my own alternative plans for the weekend and here they are Things to accomplish this weekend 1 Beer drinking 2 Call old friends I have been ignoring as my life has become a drudgery of a work, sleep, get drunk and sleep some more. 3 Buy stuff to

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Me, played by nice girl who is mostly happy and quite trustful. We will call her Pollyanna or P. Me, also played by Cynical Sally who is jaded by life and doesn't really care all the much for strangers let alone strange men. P- I should really call that guy T from Saturday night. S What the hell for? P He was pretty nice and cute and he cooked us breakfast. S It's the least we deserve. We

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He is called Danny. He has cool hair that never take more than 5 minutes to do in the morning and doesn't involve a bottle of hairspray. He has nice eyes usually blue but sometimes gray. His lips are perfectly shaped but not pouty and he has the world's most fantabulous dimples. Teeth, I can't forget nice teeth always a must for made up boyfriends. He can dress well but prefers t-shirts and

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Today's blog is all about deep psychoanalysis, you know, freak show deep psychoanalysis. I must have had ten dates in the last 4 months and talked to twice as many boys. I haven't really liked any of them Not. One. I know that girls post all the time about asshole men who don't call them back or stand them up and maybe whining about having the reverse is going to make me sound like a bragging

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I met a boy at the bar last night. He was cute and not a loser. I went home with him we had a drink and chatted. He gave a t shirt to sleep in we slept in his bed and he was very nice about the whole thing not pushy and he didn't hump my leg. He cooked me breakfast and we sat around all afternoon watching football and cuddling. Very nice. He spends too much time on his hair and lies about his age

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