Shirts and Ties

Some girls like guys in a uniform, some girls like a rugged looking man, my weakness is - if you haven't guessed already - shirt and ties.

I can't really explain why, but I really dig it when a guy dresses up in a shirt and tie. I think they make a guy look clean, smart, successful and powerful....which are things I like. :)

So remember that guys...I'm sure there are other ladies like me out there who would totally dig it if you dressed up once in a while :)

NOTE:

1: The 'Shirt' can NOT be a T-Shirt! Long sleeve shirts only or you'll look like a goomba.

2. Shirts and ties to not apply to everyone...I would NOT want to jump:

Animals

Men who dress like animals.

Girls.

Little Plastic Men.

Ok, thats enough rambling out of me for one day...I'm going to Winnipegs version of Mardi Gras tonite with my handball team...should be a fantastic time! I'm looking forward it! Yeee haaa!

Blonde or Red?

Well, I'm getting my hair done in a couple weeks (lol...for my bi-annual hair cut and color) and I'm wondering whether I should go with the red hair last time or go back to my blonde locks.

Currently it is not any kinda color...all the red has washed out so its kinda 'in hair limbo'.

So....
Blonde?
Or Red?
Blonde hair?
Or my red hair?

What do you think? I have till March 15 to figure this out...or I'm just gonna tell my hairdresser to 'surprise me'...and I don't think I want to tell her that...

Dog Birth Control Pills Saved My Cats Life

First of all, as the title of the of the post indicates my neutered male cat Mojo(as seen above in happier days...aka when he had balls) has a mental disorder. He kinda developed this habbit of scratching/licking himself to the point of where he has little or no fur and then he gets all crazy and runs into walls. A little comical, but quite sad.

We took him to many different vets, even a pet psychologist (*cough* bunch of bullshit *cough*) and they couldn't fix poor Mojo. Just when we thought we were gonna loose our Mojo, we took him to this vet who lives in the bush and he put him on female dog birth control pills.

Female Dog Birth Control Pills?!? Who prescribes that?!? After laughing at Mojos misfortune, my family promised him we wouldn't tell the other cats in the neighbourhood and decided to give it a go.

Its been a week now and my mom is looking like shes a drug junkie. She crushes up the little birth control pill, slips it in his evaporated milk, heats it up a little and Mojo laps it up.

The verdict: The estrogen has made his man cat nipples protrude in a way that I haven't seen on him before, he's getting fat, and his cat psychosis problem seems to be dwindling. He also has regained the urge to make our other male cat Botes his bitch again...Mojo may have, well, found his Mojo again.

Heather's Valentines Day Extravaganza!

NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS ONE GIRLS OPINION AND I CAN'T SAY I SPEAK FOR ALL WOMEN...MAYBE JUST THE WOMEN THAT ARE SPECIAL LIKE ME :)

I'm sure this is the moment you have all been waiting for...yes my friends, its the one post a year where I blog about my opinion on dating, relationships and the wonderful day we call Valentines day.

Oh, where to start? I guess I'll start by giving my opinion on Valentines day. Men, if you think that being extra nice this one day will make up for all the other days that you're a dumbass you are sadly mistaken my friend. Getting flowers on some random day 'just cause' would impress me waaaay more than getting something on Valentines day because it is...well, Valentines day.

But this is where it gets tricky...Even though getting a gift on a random day means more than Valentines day, it doesn't excuse you from giving yourself on Valentines day. This is because on Feb 15 our girlfriends are will be asking 'so, what did he do for Valentines day?' and the response of 'nothing' makes you look like goober.

What to do? Well, you don't have to go all out or spend a lot of money even. Valentines day is when you just do a cute little thing that is irresistably you. Bake a cake - even if its burnt and looks like something the cat dragged in its such a cute notion. Blog a tribute to your sweetheart. Light candles and give her a massage. Rent her favorite movie and make popcorn. All are super cheap and not much effort but the pay off will be priceless.

Things you don't buy:


The only person to ever have bought me a Valentines day gift is my dad. Now normally he is really good at this - he just gets me flowers. Flowers are the perfect gift gentlemen, they're pretty and we're all touched and in adoration of them and then when they die we can chuck them out and not worry about having to hold onto it for eternity.


This year though, my dad thought it would be nice to buy me two dogs that sing 'I've got you babe' a la Sonny and Cher. He even made the male dog a bit of a 'bad ass' dog by taping a cigarette in its mouth...(most likely an idea he got from one of the regulars last nite) Its cute, until tomorrow when the novelty wears off, my cats are no longer amused and I'm stuck with two dogs that sing 'I've got you babe'.

Men, don't do this...maybe some women dig this kinda stuff but I don't have room for such gifts. Wanna hear whats worse folks? My mom got the exact same dogs. Yep, we have two of these things kicking around now....oh dad, you are the most unromantic man ever...but at least you try.

My dad is so unromantic that when he gives my mom a card, he leaves it blank inside because: "Well, it says To My Wife on the front...how many wives do you think I have?"

What am I doing on this day?

Well, I'm showing my love to the ones I care the most for - my family. I decided to make a nice roasted chicken dinner tonite with all the fixings and a nice diabetic dessert (my dad is diabetic). I have a tendancy to show I care with food because its something I'm good at and I was raised that cooking and cooking well always makes people happy.

Then me and my mom are going to go buy ourselves Valentines day gifts...I want flowers and my mom wants a ring. :) Cause if you don't love yourself...who will?

Then me and my girl Cindy - who has been single for a full 4 months now (Ever since we were little, she didn't go for longer than a week without a boyfriend) are going to have some Valentine drinks....I'm proud of her for being single for so long - I think its really important to establish a sense of self before going off and dating someone...and she's well on her way.

Why am I single?

Its really, really simple. I choose to be. I find it easier being single than having to worry about having to trust someone and I am too busy to ever have time to make anything work. Just lots of needless drama and I don't have time for that in my life. I'm selfish I suppose.

So, everyone have a great Valentines day and make sure you do something nice for someone you care for today! Whether its your mom, your special someone or your cat! :)

Weekend Rantings and Musings

I had a really great weekend! I didn't really do much other than play sports, but sometimes you need weekends like that.

On Friday nite, my touch football team had their first game of the indoor league season and we won! I managed to get to interceptions and a touch down.... My handball team won one and lost one...The one we lost was a gong show and I must never speak of it again.

Alrite, Heathers list of weekend peeves! (note: list may grow...I'm tired right now and can only write so much :) )

Getting burnt: Don't you hate it when you do a really good defensive play, but somehow the ball fricken bounces some wonky way and you end up looking like a dumbass? ugh.

Not knowing whats going on: Welcome to my first indoor touch football game! We won, and I scored a TD and had an interception without actually knowing what end was up. The field is different in indoor and we only have 5 players on the field and its a very short field, so it took a little while for me to get use to the swing of things.

Stupid People: Why can't you spell?!?! You are in University and I feel like I'm reading grade 3 work. Really is not spelt 'realy' but 'really'...yep, two Ls...who would have thought. Do u kno hau dificult it is too reed shitie speling?

Stupid People II: Oh, oh...and if you don't know an answer, please just write nothing. Why make up some crazy answer that I have to read over about 4 times cause I can't actually believe what I am reading and I think my mind has gone crazy...*sigh*

Stupid People III: And for those of you who like to start a bar like brawl after a handball game...what are you doing?!? Seriously, how old are you? Are you not embarassed that you look like an idiot and can't even blame alchohol abuse for your actions? Bah.

My Body: Why are you sore? Do I not work you out enough? Apparently not...Right now my ass is killing me...but that may be because I fell on it a few times this weekend.

Ok, tired...stay tuned for Heathers Valentines day extravaganza...that should be an interesting read.

Who Won The Cup?

Yeah, thats right, the Steelers! Of course, I had made a bet that if the Steelers lost I would dedicate this hnt post to the Seahawks...but that didn't happen. :)

What I will dedicate this post to is the cup I'm holding:

Its the cup my touch football team won last season and I am the lucky first player to bring it home.

Aaand first order of business...to take a half nekkid pic with it (while wearing my favorite sports bra).

It is also the cup I drank waaay too much champagne/beer/wine/mystery substances out of on the weekend...yay Cup!

SWOK it to me baby!

The following is what happens when single women get togther to consume fine wine and food.

Well, we had our third official SWOK dinner tonite at the very classy Green Gate restaurant just outside of Winnipeg. Do you the saying "you can dress her up but you can't take her out"...OK thats totally not the saying but its something like that and I just can't remember it right now.

...uh, where was I going with this...oh yeah...So our membership has increased by 3 and we are now at 8 fine ladies. And maybe it was the wine, or maybe they put something in the appetizer but we had some colourful conversation tonite.

We had a few interesting Topics, such as:

Gay Porn: Does it do anything for you?

Pot: Has your mom done it?

Camel Toes: How would you let your friend know she has one?

Dogs: Leg humping, why does it happen?

Sex Dens: Di has one, but do you?

Sleeping: Is falling asleep hard when your roomate is getting it on in the bedroom next to you?

We also made some group decisions on a few things:

We decided that we need tight wife beaters that say "SWOK Foundation" and we are to wear them to bar outings. Dreggs, our new t-shirts design coordinator was assigned the task.

Mac - our newly appointed events coordinator says we're going to Coyotes not this weekend cause shes broke, but next weekend.

Vote was 6 -1 that Di should get it on in her sex den...and Nancy will look through the peep hole occasionally.

Our next meeting is March 6th at 529...hopefully we can class up our conversation before then :P

Word of the nite: Often was used quite often.

Pics:
Mac showing one of the Entrees. :)
Newbies Mac, Dreggs, Maria with our CEO Jaimie.
Maria is obviously against her bill...or maybe thats her signature :P
Cheryl, Me, Di and Nancy striking a pose...but lets zoom in here...
I dunno what is funnier, Di's funny face or the fact that Nancy is oblivious.
Of course, our nite wouldn't have been complete without some form of stupidity...typical rowdy handball players...
Yeah...I have nothing else to say about us...uh...Can't wait till March!

Woo Woo!

Well, well, well...it looks like my Steelers won the Superbowl! I will talk more about that in a second, but first I'm going to share my weekend-o-retardedness with you.

So, it was my Football teams windup on saturday...4 months after becoming city champs we finally got to celebrate with our cup. Now, I was NOT going to drink this evening because I had a handball game first thing in the morning but one glass of wine lead to me drinking a bottle of wine and then champagne and who knows what else out of the cup.

From what I do remember:

Someone shouting 'skin to win' which then resulted in me taking my top off and dancing around in my sports bra.

Showing up my coach (who wouldn't drink the beer and champagne mix that I made for him in the cup) and chugging the whole damn thing.

Passing out

Uh, passing out again and waking up to find someone about to put marker on my face...(I was all like "noooo, I'm awake see?!? (did a little dry hump move then passed out)")

From what I see in pictures:

Me, either play fighting or dry humping in this giant wrestling match on the bed

Me, dancing on what could possibly be a table

The next day:

Getting up at 8:30 and realizing I'm suppose to be at the gym soon...then having to run I swear like 4 blocks in my shorts and pink boots to my car because I parked it on a non-snow route.

Once in my car, I start driving to the gym only to realize that I DO have a pink nose and whiskers...damn people drew on my face afterall...So I'm trying to rub off this marker while driving but I didn't do a good job...oh well.

We then played our game and we won, I have to say that I wasn't wanting to shoot today, but did see the pivot and my wing quite a bit.

At 10:00 I went back and passed out till 11:30, once again waking up and realizing I'm suppose to be at the gym soon...then having to run once again to my car.

This time I coached and my ladies lost...I kinda lectured them cause they had zero energy today, "you're hung over coach should not have more energy than you...pick it up dammit!"

I then went home and slept until 3:00, once again waking up and realizing that I'm suppose to be at the gym soon for my football practice. Practice was suppose to be only an hour long, but we ended up running patterns for almost three hours! Ugh, at this point I was really hurting.

So we go to Boston Pizza to watch the game, and what do I order...a Caesar...man, I just don't learn do I?!? I finally ate and watched my team win the Superbowl. :) :)

And you can argue all you want that there were some iffy calls this game, but you know what? 2 missed field goals, stepping out of bounds and not being able to catch the ball, oh oh! and the last little bit of the game where Hasselbeck was doing completions that lead to maybe a gain of only 1 or 2 yards... lead to the Seahawks demise. The Steelers had some mistakes too, but it seems that they were able to come out on top, especially with:
a very impressive 75 yard TD from Parker
and that awesome reverse play where Randal El made a nice 43 yard TD pass to Ward.
So the game was won! Ward is the Superbowl MVP
And 'The Bus' finishes his career on a high note :)
And I still love Troy Polamalu!

Nice nice! Well, I better get some work done, I just woke up and I have a crap load of marking to do!

This just in...

lol...ok, without being called a crazy cat lady here - check out my cat.
She crawled into another bag, this time a plastic staples bag and kinda had it on her like a cape.

I couldn't resist but take photos of her...I'm such a mom to these crazy furballs.

On a 'cool' non crazy cat lady note, my weekend is a football weekend. We have our Touch Football windup where we finally are going to celebrate the fact we won league on saturday. On sunday, I play handball, practice football and then its SUPERBOWL! Woo woo! You all know who I'm cheerin for! :)

I'm freakin out!

My glass order came in today! I was sooo excited that I was running around doing this little happy dance and hootin...then I stopped and I realized that I'm nuts. Who does that? Whats worse yet is that I plan on spending my friday nite making jewelery with my newly delivered glass and my huge stash of beads.

This is one of the reasons why my mom thinks I'm special folks...

I went bridesmaid dress shopping with my cousin Carrie (who is getting married in October) and my other cousin Robyn. I thought trying on dresses would be kinda fun...but its not people, trust me! I never realized how much I hate big poofy dresses until I tried to get into about 30 of them.

First of all, I'm a midget and was drowning in any dress that was long.

Second of all, my shoulders are huge for a girl so most of the dresses fit me everywhere else, except the boob/shoulder area. The sales lady would have to hold me in and I'm sure every sales clerk I dealt with that day got a flash of Heather chest.

Thirdly, I'm a tom boy...and not just any tom boy, a tom boy from the country...ok, I don't wear things that are stiff and uncomfortable cause I like to run around and have fun at social gatherings...and you can't do that when you feel like a stuffed sausage.

Lastly, I'm a believer in the easy on easy off theory of clothes...anything with a complicated lacing system or some kinda wonky straps that are supposed to go who knows where make me frusterated cause I think they are unnecessary.

And then there it was, the dress of all dresses. Actually, I just loved it cause the material is silky soft and flowy and the one I tried on actually fit my boob region...and I looked good.

It looked great on Robyn too...(but then that girl could wear a potato sack and look good) so we decided on the dress...yay!

Here it is:

Its sooo pretty!

Back from Van!

Hey Hey! I'm back and had a great trip to Vancouver. I stayed with my friend Will and his roommate Rosie and it was just really nice to hang with my old buddy and just chillax. They both made me feel so comfortable and I had so much fun with them that I will have to go back. (and for a longer duration)

Of course, no Heather trip would be complete without a series of odd events:

1. Getting picked up by the Airport security guard: ok, so I had a roll of copper foil in my bag which resulted in my bag being searched in Winnipeg. The security guard first pulls out a raunchy victoria secret bra of mine (which he took a few minutes to look over as I'm standing there all embarassed) and then he pulled out my Carmen Electra Strip Aerobic DVD....yeah...uh...I'm totally embarassed at this point and he's all like 'if I wasn't working right now I'd ask for your number'...

2. Getting hooted at by the guys standing behind me in the security line: So while I'm explaining the use of my strip DVD to the security guy I'm telling him that she's hot but I'm not so hot in the strip manuvers. So I kinda did this little hip jig thing - totally not sexy (I'm a tom boy, not sex kitten) but my manuver got the guys in line all excited...totally mortified at this point, I decided it was time to head to the plane.

NOTE: I was totally in phermone mode...

3. Getting to second base with Rosie: We were terrorizing Will one nite and it got to the point where we turned off all the lights and were throwing things at him. In the pitch black kitchen I found a bag of bag clips (fun to throw but are not going to break anything). Well Rosie went to dig in the bag of bag clips but found my cleavage instead...we laughed our asses off and that was the end of throwing things at Will in the dark.

4. My crazy crazy cab driver: On the last day, I had a cab driver pick me up from Wills house to bring me to the bead store. This guy was such a character, I don't even know where to begin. He was this little old 5 foot nothing East Indian man who talked my ear off. We full on had basically a 'girl talk' about my relationship woes. After dropping me off at the bead store, he said he would return to pick me up and take me to the airport which was sooooo nice of him.

5. Crazy Happy Fun Time: The bead warehouse was AWESOME! I got there at 11 and stayed till 4:30. The owner of the warehouse showed me his special stock (that has not been released yet) and I got my pick of whatever I wanted before anyone else did...very sweet. He then bought me lunch cause I was there for a ridiculous amount of time. All n' all I spent more money than I wanted to do, but check out this bead haul:
Yeah, I carried all this onto the plane...security checked my bags (again) but this time found all these beads...and I was probably considered nuts.

I hope everyone else is having a great week....5 more days till super bowl! woo!