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A clash of color

September 18, 2006 by Tricia

I awoke Sunday morning, bleary eyed to my husband saying “I made a coffee for you, are you getting up?”.

I rolled over and opened my eyes and I was greeted with the vision of my husband dressed in a shirt – medium blue- and shorts- royal purple.

Blink, blink. “Uh, Chris, what the hell are you wearing?” The clash of colors so bright I was just about blinded. He replied that he’d just thrown the clothes on when he woke up. Honestly, I wouldn’t have been all that surprised if I’d looked down to find green socks on him too.

I obviously didn’t marry him for his fashion sense. Luckily he must have remembered what I said about the color of his clothes clashing, because when we went out grocery shopping later in the afternoon he changed.

Anybody else married to someone who doesn’t seem to realize that the color of the clothing they are putting on clash? Or to someone who just doesn’t care?

Oh well. I don’t have much to complain about. I mean I’m married to a sweet guy who makes me coffee in the morning, and tries to help out and take care of me when I’m not feeling well.

I guess I can try ignore the fact that he would wear shorts all year round if he could and pretty much does. This is a guy who drives me to work on occasion in the dead of winter, -20 Celsius (-4 F) outside, wearing shorts, sandals, and often my puffy blue short winter coat. Yep, that’s my man.

Tell me about the one you love’s strange habits.

On Saturday night, my husband and I, and our boarder, were watching a movie when we heard the sound of many sirens outside. They went on and on. I decided to check out what was going on so I went to our front door and peered outside. The air was hazy and full of smoke.

We ran outside to find out where the problem was, and we saw three fire trucks and an ambulance less than a block away. Neighbors were poking their heads out of their front doors, standing on their lawns and walking down the street towards the trucks and source of the smoke.

We had a huge fire here four years ago just around the block from us. Five houses burned down and one person died. Every time I smell a lot of smoke or hear a lot of sirens I remember that scary day.

Luckily this time it was just a small fire in a neighbors backyard. I don’t know what the source or cause was, but the firemen took care of it quickly and the ambulance wasn’t needed. I took some photos but I haven’t checked them yet to see how they turned out.

That’s twice in one week that we’ve had fire trucks in front of the house or nearby. Geesh, I hope there isn’t a third need for the firemen in the neighborhood anytime soon.

Did anyone else have any mildly exciting happenings this weekend?

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Filed Under: Culture, Fashion, Health Fitness and Beauty, Shopping, Toronto Tagged With: beauty, color clash, Fashion, fire, Home and Lifestyle, mismatched clothes, no sense of style, not stylish, Shopping, smoke, style, stylish, uncoordinated

The Brazilian Boarder

September 15, 2006 by Tricia

I mentioned earlier that I’d tell you about our third boarder. Well, the time is now.

We’ve taken in few boarders over the last few months to help pay the bills around here. I’ve been off work due to illness for over 9 months now and I have NO income coming in. So we had to come up with a plan to bring some money in or else we’d be in a lot of trouble with bills or rather with not being able to pay the bills.

Since I keep hoping that I’ll get better soon and get back to work, we didn’t want any long term boarders. That’s probably a good thing since the first two, particularly the second, didn’t turn out to be very good boarders. We are “home stay” parents. What does that mean? Well people from other Countries come to Toronto to learn English in a private school. While they are in Canada they stay in English speaking homes so that they are truly immersed in the language that they are here to learn. The students that we “host” could be anything from teenagers to adults of any age. The average stay seems to be two or three months.

Our first two boarders were from South Korea. The first was a male and he was 19, and the second was female and she was 21. The first boarder didn’t talk much – he slept a lot though! – and we couldn’t get a good read on his personality. This made things a little awkward and uncomfortable. The second talked too much and ended up being extremely demanding and lied to us about just about everything. She even told our neighbors that she had three body guards back home. I’m certain that was a lie too.

For our third boarder we decided to switch agencies (Various agencies put students in touch with families willing to house them and teach them English). So now we have a Brazilian man staying in our home.

I was really hoping that our Brazilian guy would be great eye candy. Hey I deserve that after the brutal experience that I went through with the last boarder don’t I? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with his looks, but sigh, he’s not the gorgeous hunk I was hoping for.

Our Boarder is a really nice guy. Very polite and helpful. He arrived last Thursday. I wasn’t feeling very well when he arrived so Chris took him out and showed him a little bit of Toronto. They came back with a case of beer! I didn’t think this was the best start … but it’s worked out ok. The boarder had paid for half the case – something the other two would never have thought of doing.

Chris was off work on Friday and Saturday and I was feeling a little bit better, so we took our boarder out around Toronto again on Friday. Mostly it was just to a few shopping malls because he wanted to pick up a few things. Saturday I had kind of been hoping that we’d go to the Zoo. I haven’t been to the Metropolitan Toronto Zoo for a few years and I really enjoy it. However it was a rainy day, well at least the morning was anyway, and I wasn’t feeling quite as well as I was on Friday. We did end up going to the Toronto beach area and we walked around for a couple of hours on the Beach and in the touristy area nearby.

On Sunday the boarder did his own thing, and then he started his classes on Monday. We’ve fallen into a nice pattern. He must be touring the town on his own because he usually doesn’t come home until about 7 pm. We have dinner shortly after he arrives home, and then he sits with us for a while. He’s usually up in his room studying or preparing for bed by 9 pm or so.

So far so good … but then I thought the other two were doing well in their first week too, so I’ll reserve final judgment for a while. He’s 31, so he’s more mature than our other two boarders were, and he seems to be a generally nice guy. He even tries to do the dishes each night after dinner … at least his own, and he’s been washing his breakfast dishes in the morning too. So no fuss, no mess, and he’s not in our face all the time like our last boarder was.

It is a bit taxing having someone around who’s first language is not your own. It seems that our male boarders haven’t been quite as good at English as our female boarder was. The latest one understands most of what we are saying, but there’s times when we say something and have to try to explain it several different ways before he begins to understand. For the most part this is fine, but when I’m not feeling all that well it can be a bit draining.

At least I’m not ranting this time round!

Filed Under: Borders, Canada, Culture, Fashion, Health Fitness and Beauty, Home and Lifestyle, Shopping, Toronto Tagged With: beautiful, beauty, boarder, brazilian, Canada, Fashion, Home and Lifestyle, home stay, learning english, Money, neighbors, Rent, Saturday, Shopping, style, Toronto

One big city to another

August 29, 2006 by Tricia

I’m back!

1127.28 miles (1 814.18 Kilometers), or in understandable terms – about 22 hours of driving from Toronto to Chicago and back again, and I sure glad I’m home.

We had a fantastic time. Chicago is a beautiful city, I really was blown away by all the fantastic looking buildings and beautiful sights. Maybe that’s what they really mean by “Windy City”? It’s not the wind that blows you away it’s the beauty.

The Bruce Cockburn concert was great too. I’m not a huge fan but I do appreciate seeing such a talented musician. Chris, my husband, was glued to the edge of his seat watching Bruce’s every move on the 6 different guitars that he played. Chris was trying to figure out if he plays Bruce’s music the same way, and except for a few chords here and there, yes he does.

The two people who came on our trip with us weren’t the greatest choice to have brought along. The one guy was someone that Chris works with and he’s supposed to be a musician too, but I think he’s more interested in producing than performing these days. Needless to say he didn’t bring any instruments. He brought along a girl that we hadn’t met before … a different person than who he’d told us he was bringing. We learned in the car that the girl was only 19 years old. That meant no going out to the Blues and Jazz clubs ’cause she wouldn’t be able to get in. Wish we’d known that before we started out.

I guess Chris and I must have “Mr. and Mrs. Doormat” stamped on our foreheads lately, because these two people really stiffed us on the cost of the trip. They only put in $40 for gas (Total cost of gas was close to $200), didn’t pay for the concert tickets, and didn’t really hang out with us in Chris’ brothers home or when we went downtown sight seeing. Every time we asked them for money they kept saying oh we have to go to the ATM, oh we’ll stop at an ATM on the way home and pay you, Oh we don’t have any money in our bank accounts- sorry. GEEEEEEEZZZZZZ

Anyway, I wasn’t going to let them ruin my trip. I had a great time.

We arrived at about 9:30 pm Chicago time (10:30 pm Toronto time) and a friend of Chris’ brother showed up and took us to his office to show us around. Not really what I wanted to do right after driving for 12 hours (we hit a lot of construction on the way so the trip was longer). He’s an architect and his whole office building was a beautifully restored old house. I wish I took pictures of that. It was worth the visit, and it was a short outing.

Chris’ brother cooked us up a fantastic meal of steak and grilled veggies when we got back. Mmmm that steak was so good. Then we all went outside onto the deck and Chris pulled out his guitar and entertained us for a few hours. He was so tired after doing a good portion of the driving, plus he was trying to match his brother drink for drink – which is an impossible task, so his playing stayed good, but the singing faltered after a while … he could only stumble through the songs if he had to sing along, but he did fine when we all sang. I eventually herded him towards the bedroom and we got some much needed sleep.

We didn’t get up all that early on Saturday – maybe 10:30, and by the time everyone had had the wonderful breakfast that they made for us (two types of sausages, pancakes and lots of fruit) and we all got ready to go it was getting close to 1 pm.

We drove downtown, driving by the lake shore as we went. Their beach area reminded me very much of Toronto’s beach area. We spent the afternoon walking around the downtown core. Well, Chris and I and his brother did. The two kids we brought along went shopping.

Millenium park is beautiful. What Chris’ brother was calling the Bean, I’ve since found out is called the Cloud Gate. It’s a huge metallic elliptical object that reflects everything around it. It’s quite the experience to walk up to and view yourself and the crowds surrounding you on the face of the sculpture. When you walk under it everything gets distorted and the shiny mirror like sides almost disappear to the point that you can easily walk into the walls. Which I did of course, klutz that I am! I took a lot of pictures of this sculpture and I’ll put some up over the next few days. We must have spent an hour and a half to two hours just in that park alone.

When we left the park we headed over the House of Blues. Unfortunately the bar was closed for a private party. The inside of the building was amazing to look at though, as was the outside. As I said Chicago has some wonderful architecture and you could go there and just walk around looking at all the fantastic building shapes and art work for hours. Which I guess, is pretty much what we did.

We ended up in the Harry Carey bar for a few drinks and some appetizers. We saw the baseball that was blown up last year. It’s just shreds. I love the outside of the bar, it’s really interesting looking. Pictures coming soon. Then we met up with the people that came with us on our trip and frantically drove around trying to find North Lincoln where the concert was taking place in the Old School house. We made it just on time and had a great time watching Bruce Cockburn entertain us for 3 hours or so.

After the concert Chris’ brother wanted to take us for some Chicago Deep dish pizza at a restaurant near his house- in the burbs. Unfortunately when we got there the restaurant was closed and we ended up going to a TGI Fridays. The food was NOT good there, but the bartender was entertaining. Did you know that if you fill up a beer glass or mug with draft, making sure it’s got a good head of foam that reaches the top of the glass, that if you put a napkin over it (to create a seal), you can then throw the glass about ten feet? I didn’t know that, but I saw it three times. It works.

When we told the bartender we were from Canada and asked him if he’d ever visited he said “no, it’s too cold up there I think”. LOL Hate to tell you buddy but it’s about the same temperature in Toronto as it is in Chicago and we’re in the same gardening zones (Toronto’s might be higher actually, hard to find accurate info). I always find it funny when people just seem to automatically assume that Canada is cold. Yeah, our winters are, but winter in most of the US states are fairly cool too.

After our restaurant adventure we went back to Chris’ brothers home. The kids we brought disappeared without a word and the rest of us went outside for more music al la Chris.

Sunday was a bit weird. When I got up Chris’ brother and his wife were leaving to go visit their daughter at University. They hadn’t mentioned that they would be doing that so we had a fast good-bye, then off they went. In the meantime one of Chris brothers friends had come over for a visit and he sat with us for a while talking. We’d met him before as Chris brother had brought him to the Toronto area for visits a few times. The friend is also a Canadian. Chris’ brother seems to know all of the Canadians in the area.

Leaving took a long time as people kept stopping by. Chris’ brothers father in law came to pick up one of my nephews for Hockey practice. I love the way they say Hockey, it’s more like Hawckey, and cops are caps etc. Interesting accent Chicago.

Our trip back only took about 10 hours. We skipped some construction and a few tolls by taking a slightly different route. We didn’t get home until close to 2 a.m. Monday morning.

I’ve got to work on my photos and put some up for my visitors to see. I’m very happy with most of them and I hope that you’ll enjoy them when I start sharing them with you.

I titled this post “One big city to another” because I was traveling from the fifth largest city in North America – Toronto – to the fourth largest city in North America- Chicago. The city of Chicago only has us beat population wise by about three hundred thousand people. Their urban area has perhaps 5 million more people than ours does though, but they don’t count that when they count populations for cities. Now I need to visit Los Angeles (3rd largest), New York (2nd largest) and Mexico city (1st) and I’ll be able to say that I’ve visited the five largest cities in N.A..

I didn’t see or do as much as I would have liked to have during my visit. Our trip was too short and was mostly travel back and forth. The next time I visit Chicago I’ll have to go for a week or more so that I can really come back saying that I’ve got a good sense of the city.

Funny thing, when we first got to Chris’ brothers home in the suburbs of Chicago the girl that came along with us turned to me and asked if I thought I could live there. I looked at her a little puzzled and said “Well, we just got here, all I’ve seen is the highway and this little suburb, so I have no idea if I’d like living here or not.” Now, after a day of walking around downtown and seeing some of the sites I think I could answer her question with a Yes, I think I could live here. It’s a big city, I like big cities because there’s so much to do. Yeah, I could live there.

Filed Under: Chronic Pain, Culture, Family, Fashion, Health Fitness and Beauty, Shopping, Vacation and Travel Tagged With: beauty, brother, Canada, chicago, crohns, Downtown, Fashion, Gardening, Health and Fitness, Health Fitness and Beauty, home, Home and Lifestyle, husband, IBD, Inflammatory bowel disease, Millenium park, pain, photo, photos, Shopping, sightseeing, style, stylish, Toronto, visit

Road rage and eye humping?

August 15, 2006 by Tricia

Chris and I went shopping again yesterday. No, no big spending this time. This was only a boring trip to the pharmacy and grocery store.

Outside of the drugstore we watched two idiots in their respective vehicles go through the throws of road rage.

It seems that a van trying to get out of the parking lot decided to do so by driving on the left side of the entrance. This meant that anyone wanting to drive into the drugstore parking lot would have to wait, or drive onto the right side of the entrance in order to get in. Considering that it was a van that was on the wrong side of the entrance, I think anyone trying to drive around it would probably be foolish since they wouldn’t have been able to see if another vehicle was trying to get out, and therefore might have ended up in an accident.

I don’t know if the van had stopped at the mouth of the entrance or if a car was trying to get in at the same time as the van was trying to get out on the wrong side. By the time we came along the two vehicles were head to head, or rather grill to grill. The car half on the street and half on the side walk. The van half in the parking lot, half on the sidewalk.

This would have been so much easier to write if I’d taken a picture! Duh! I didn’t though ’cause you never know what a person undergoing road rage will do.

Both drivers were screaming at the other to move. Chris and I stopped to watch the show as I got a coffee from the Tim Hortons window on the side of the drugstore. I was just waiting for some elderly or handicapped person to come along and find that they couldn’t use the sidewalk to get around the two idiots. Would the cars have finally moved for someone in need? Somehow I don’t think they would have.

After about five minutes we were bored. The idiots weren’t moving and we had other things to do. We got in our car and carefully pulled out of the lot. As we were driving out we saw three police officers walking towards the stand off. I guess someone that had walked by the idiots saw the cops as they pulled into a dinner up the street to get their coffee and or breakfast and asked them to intervene. Curious Chris decided to pull over to watch the action, however it wasn’t very interesting as both vehicles moved as soon as the police officers briefly spoke to each of them.

Are you a road rager? Or have you seen some interesting cases of Road rage? Leave me a comment about your experience.

On to the grocery store.

As I was deciding which kinds of fruit and veggies I wanted to purchase, my husband Chris went off to get some other items. He returned within minutes though and he looked uneasy. He said to me “Stay with me baby, that guy over there is giving me the creeps! He keeps eye humping me!” I’ll protect you babe, just stick with me.

I just about keeled over with laughter. Eye Humping? I’ve heard a lot of terms to describe being oogled, but eye humping is a new one to me. Did my husband just invent a new term? If he did I like it because it completely describes how it feels to be gazed upon by someone with lust in their eyes who you have absolutely no interest in. At least Chris knows what that feels like now.

I just asked Chris if he’d heard that term before and he told me that he got it from the Family guy’s Peter Griffin. Yeah, of course he did, that’s his favorite show.

So, when was the last time you got eye humped, and what did you do about it?

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Filed Under: Fashion, General Musings, Health Fitness and Beauty, Shopping Tagged With: dinner, eye humping, Home and Lifestyle, idiots in cars, oogle, Road rage, Shopping, style

Why do guys always want to get into my bathing suit?

July 11, 2006 by Tricia

It seems that men have always had some strange sort of fascination for my bathing suits, and a strong desire to get into them. Well some men anyway.

By in them, I literally mean IN them. Oh yes I do!

I remember back when I was dating this guy named Michael. We had an on again, off again kind of relationship. Actually he traveled around a lot because he was trying to start a music career so we sometimes went months without seeing each other, but he’d always show up again eventually.

I can’t remember what exactly I liked about him, but I do remember what I didn’t like. He was the kind of guy that would suggest going out to dinner or to a movie and never ended up having his wallet with him when it came time to pay the bill. Yeah, that kind.

One of the last times that I saw him he’d just come back into town, from God knows where, and ended up at my door sometime late in the evening. He had no place to stay and wanted to rekindle some of the old sparks I guess. I must have let him stay over and then went to work the next day, or else I went out for some reason and left him alone in my apartment, long enough for him to have started exploring and going through my drawers and closets.

Whatever the reason I was out, I did eventually come home. I found him in my bedroom. I walked in to say hello and to ask him what he was doing and I was greeted with the most unexpected display!

He was standing there dressed in one of my one piece bathing suits!

I was shocked!

He was fascinated, happy, and more than a little bit excited. I, however, wasn’t the least bit excited by the view of him prancing around in my bathing suit that was stretched to the limit on his muscular and hairy body.

Total turn off!

Then to top it off … he pulled out one of my skirts – a pink one, and put that on too while I stood in utter amazement unable to utter a word.

Needless to say the skirt didn’t do anything for me either. Perhaps another colour might have done the trick? … but no, a hot pink mini and a tight black bathing suit and hairy chest was just so not my thing.

As he was reaching for another one of my clothing items – another skirt, a dress, a piece of lingerie? I can’t remember now, I was attempting to get him out of my bedroom and out the door. I was successful in removing him from the premises.

To this day I have no idea if he was taking advantage of a secret indulgence to wear womens clothing while I was away, or if he had been planning to surprise me and hopefully get me turned on by the jaw dropping display of him in my swimwear.

The next time he showed up at my door, perhaps a year later, Chris answered. I believe Michael stayed for less than 5 minutes and has never been back since.

After that last meeting I was fairly certain that I would never encounter another man that wanted to get into my bathing suit again … well, at least in the wrong, the oh so very wrong, kind of way, that is.

That was not to be. I was the one who was wrong.

Saturday night, as I sat by the Hot tub tending my wounded knee and glaring at my husband frolicking around in the water in an alcohol induced euphoria, I decided to pull out my bikini to show the hot tubbers that I really had been prepared to join them this time round. The last time I ended up at a hot tub party was just under a month ago, only I didn’t know they had a hot tub, and coax as they might, nothing would induce me into getting into the tub that night and showing off my in need of a shave legs! See, If I’d known, I would have been ready … but no way was I baring my legs that night.

As I pulled out my purple bikini bottom and waved it in the air, my brother in law, who the hot tubbers had also been relentlessly trying to coax into the tub, declared that he’d be happy to borrow my bikini and get in.

I made that bikini disappear so fast you would have thought I’d waved a magic wand or did an “I dream of Jeanie” nod of my head. They were gone, never, never to be seen again by my brother-in-law!

Now, women in mens clothing? Sometimes that’s cute. However men in womens clothing is NOT cute, at least not if they are trying to turn on their girlfriend. Then again, they’ve come out with Manties now, so maybe I’m wrong about the whole guy wearing feminine clothing being a turn off for women?

What do the women say? Ever walked in and found your boyfriend or spouse trying on your more feminine clothing items? Turn on or turn off?

Men, don’t feel excluded, I’d love to hear your take on this topic too … any secret desires to wear your ladies bikini or lingerie? Speak up.

Filed Under: Entertainment, Fashion, Home and Lifestyle, Humor, Recreation, Relationships and Dating, Socializing Tagged With: bathing suit, bikini, cross dresser, dinner, men, men womens clothes, strange, turn off, turn on, women

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