I am so mentally exhausted over the incident that occurred yesterday. I only just got home at around 11:30pm. (Thurs) All I can say for now is it involved me receiving a call at 5pm that sister had been admitted to the emergency room. I'll be blogging more about it next week.
Here's a pic I took of the ER doctor looking at sister's xray.
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In other news, on this day November 29th,1984, DO THEY KNOW ITS CHRISTMAS was released. Seriously, how cute is Mr. Simon Le Bon?
And, today also marks Black Friday. Although it's an American tradition retailers here in The Great White North are now taking part in this shopping extravaganza with malls opening as early as 7am. I too had plans to go from one mall to the next in search of bargains but thanks to sister I won't be going anywhere.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a loving, tasty and safe long weekend. Gobble, Gobble. ~x
I’ve
never been one to kiss and tell and the reason I don’t (and this is my
personal opinion) is because I feel it takes the respect out of the
relationship and the person you’re in the relationship with. There are
certain aspects of my life I choose to keep to myself only because I
consider them to be sacred however I’m going to make an exception, a one time only exception.
Earlier
in the week I was in my bedroom all dolled up and staring at two
different pairs of shoes. I was trying to decide which pair looked
better with the outfit I was wearing. My clock radio was on (as it
always is while I’m getting ready) when a song came on that I hadn’t
heard in ages. Not just any song, a song that is so near and dear to my
heart. As the intro music began I was instantly taken back to 2003.
I
had been dating my boyfriend for a solid eight months and everything
between us was perfect. It was a Friday night and we had just
left the Cineplex and were walking towards his car hand in hand. As I
was putting on my seat-belt and deciding where I wanted to go eat
boyfriend asked me a question. A question I wasn't expecting.
BF: Have you ever made love in a car?
ME: Um......no. Have you? He
nodded no and replied he had done a little making out before in the past but he had
never gone that far at least not in a moving vehicle.
He leaned over, unbuckled my seat-belt and held my hand.
BF: Do you want to?
I stared into eyes. He was dead serious and although I already knew the answer I still had to ask. ME: Are you serious?
BF: Yeah.
ME: Okay, don’t tell me watching that film put you in the mood because there was nothing remotely arousing about it.
Oh,
I guess I should mention what film we saw, right? The Fast and The
Furious 2 which doesn't exactly scream romance.
BF: No, the film had nothing to do it. I'm just in the mood to.
Followed by....
BF: I’m always in the mood.
I
was hesitant, however it didn't take him long to convince me. His
hand on my bare knee, a soft kiss on my neck is all it took for me to
say, "yeah, let's." I’ve always said I’m willing to try anything
within reason at least once.
The windows were
tinted and the sun had already set. I crawled into the back seat first
and then he did. If memory serves me correct as I went into the back I
felt a slight love pat on my behind.
So there I was in the backseat of
my boyfriend's car sharing a passionate kiss when the car that was
parked next to us alarm went off causing me to pull away. I took the
alarm as a sign that what we were doing was a bad idea. Boyfriend didn't
seem to agree.
BF: It's a sign we're in a bad location. We need someplace a little more isolated. Boyfriend
clearly wasn't a fan of horror films the way I was so I explained how
in nearly every scary movie whenever a couple goes to an 'isolated area'
to make out it never ends well. It never ends well because the two love
birds always end up being hacked into tiny pieces by a maniacal serial
killer on the loose. "Don't
worry I'll protect you from the Big Bad Wolf," he said as he returned
to the driver's seat. I remained in the back seat laying down trying to
figure out what position would be the most comfortable given how much
space there was. The car stopped. Not even two minutes had gone by. I
sat up to see exactly where he had driven us to. It was the back of the Cineplex. To be more precise, the employee parking lot.
Boyfriend
turned around in his sear and jokingly said, "You want me to check and
see if there's anyone hiding around the corner in a hockey mask?"
We picked up right where we left off until I started giggling. As you can see I wasn't 100% focused.
ME: What if when we're right in the middle of well you know, our car gets towed?
"Shh,"
replied boyfriend. I only said what I did because of the sign that was
posted across from where we had parked, "Employee Parking Only. All Other Cars Will Be Towed." Despite boyfriend
assuring me we wouldn't get caught I still couldn't get myself to focus
but as hesitant as I was there was a large part of me that had always wanted
to try it in a car. Let me start off by
saying that making love in the back seat of a car is definitely not
like in the movies. Sheesh, they make it look so easy. For starters my
leg kept cramping and please don't ask me how but I managed to bang the
left side of my hip (the next day a bruise appeared) and to make matters
worse the Cineplex's security guard kept making rounds by driving
around in this while little car with bright flashing orange lights on
top.
ME: What if security finds out what we're doing? How funny would it be if we got fined?
BF:
There's nothing funny about a grown man appearing in front of a judge
and having to explain why he couldn't have just gone to a hotel with his
girlfriend. At
that moment we decided to take a little break and see how much time
went by before the security guard's next drive through. It was 20
minutes. All he did was drive around the parking lot and then leave.
Luckily he wasn't checking the license plates. For boyfriend it was
probably the longest wait of his life.
ME: It wasn't that much of a wait.
BF: You're not a guy so you don't understand. 20 minutes is like an eternity.
As
I wrote, it's not like in the movies. Without going into too much
detail I will say the back seat is good for doing other things but I wouldn't recommend it for engaging in the most ultimate intimate act. You know where I do recommend? The drivers seat! With boyfriend now in the driver's seat and me wearing only my unmentionables and heels he pulled me onto his laps.
Oh.... my.....God! A reclining front seat and a titled steering wheel made all the difference in the world. Oh that rush and adrenaline you feel.....
As I think back to that night I'm blushing so very badly and giggling. Blushing at the all the things boyfriend and I did, and my God did we do some things. And giggling as I remember my hot pink colored bra dangling from his rear view mirror.
BF: I'm keeping this (bra) as a souvenir.
Boyfriend left me with a souvenir as well. Three of them to be exact. Three red marks or as I prefer to call them, Love Bites. I don’t dare to mention where though.
Making
love in a car may not be like in the movies but there is one aspect
that is similar--- the windows do fog up.....at least it did with us.
What
made me recall all this? This is where I go back to the beginning of my post.
Remember the part where I mentioned about the song that was playing on
the radio? It was “The Kissing Game,” by R&B group Hi~5 and it
so happened to be the same song playing in the car on that hot summer
night in June. So what eventually happened between him and I. The lyrics say it all.
"It wasn't meant to be Just you and me This is still new We're still young and hearts, can break in two But I know our love Will always be there"
We
may not have been meant for each other that didn’t mean we weren’t in
love because we were. This particular ex is what I call a good
egg, meaning he was an all round good person. His heart was so
sweet and so kind and best of all he treated me amazingly. We parted
ways ten months later. The breakup was mutual and it hurt us both deeply
but had we not I wouldn't be where I am today and he wouldn't be where
he is.
Just
I believe life isn't accidental and that things happen for a reason, I
also believe that everyone we meet is for a reason . There are 7 billion
people in this world, the people who cross our paths is no accident.
Some people have a people have a type of energy about them that
draws you to them. Each and every one of them has something
to teach us. Whether they stay for an hour, a day, or years, they are
there for the right amount of time. Sometimes it only takes a short time
to figure out the reasoning why and sometimes it can take years until
suddenly it hits us, or what I like to call the final piece of
the puzzle where it all makes sense. There are certain things
in life that are beyond our control and one of them is the people who
come into our lives.
What do you think? Do you believe people come into our lives for a reason? And for my male readers, is 20 minutes of waiting really like an eternity?
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a phenomenal weekend.~x
I feel like I've been neglecting my blog due to my busy schedule but then again I did post two entries this week. This upcoming Sunday or as I like to call it Lazy Sunday a new entry will be posted. **On second thought, let's make that Friday, okay?**
If you've been following my blog you know I've posted entries about our "crackhead mayor" hereand here. Take a listen to what he said at a live press conference on Thursday morning and the reaction from reporters.
Wow, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a tremendous weekend.~x
I didn't know this but today, 11-12-13 is Human Race Day. No, this is not a race, there is no running involved. Human Race Day is about Global Acts of Kindness.
Imagine ONE dayaround the globe where we focus on what we have in common. It doesn't matter what our politics are, our religion, where we come from, what our positions and stances are on a variety of issues.
Do something kind for someone today, you never know it may change someone's life.
TGIF! What a week this has been. The holiday season is upon us so I've been busy, busy working. I promise to be back next Friday with my usual brilliant post, okay?
In the meantime, back in May I posted an entryabout the city's mayor. Two reporters from Canada's largest newspaper were contactedto view a cellphone video taken by a drug dealer that appears to show Toronto's mayor Rob Ford smoking a crack pipe along with a picture of the mayor sandwiched between the two dealers.
Last Thursday (Halloween) Toronto Police in a press conference stated they recovered the infamous video showing Mayor Ford smoking crack. The press immediately descended upon City Hall waiting for a statement from the mayor. Hmm, I wonder if the mayor's staff handed out candy to any of the reporters? After months of denying he (Rob Ford) never smoked crack in his life, the grossly overweight mayor confessed by stating he doesn’t currently smoke crack and he’s not an addict, but has experimented with the drug. His exact words,“Have I tried it? Probably in one of my drunken stupors, probably approximately about a year ago."
Here's something I just don't understand: Despite the mayor lying about never ever having smoked crack in his life and then confessing he did, the latest polls indicate his approval ratewent up by 5 points.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a wonderful weekend. ~x
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