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I'm Gonna Miss My Girls!
 The Sex is Over: How, oh how am I ever going to go without my weekly Friday night fix of Sex and The City? The last episode of the show airs in Canada on Bravo tomorrow night.
Although I liked all four of the main characters, Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha, it was Carrie I most identified with. She was a writer, she smoked and she seemed to get into relationships that were all wrong for her, specifically her relationship with Big. When she finally let him go in Season 3, I was bawling my eyes out as my very own Big and I had just parted ways a few months earlier. They say time wounds all heels but maybe not in Carrie's case, since Big seems to big back in the picture. Carrie went through almost as many men as I have - my favourite of her boyfriends was Aidan. He was gorgeous, he was successful and he truly cared about her. He tried to get her to marry him but to no a-veil. I've read several detracting articles recently about the show and yes, it did sort of go downhill in the last eight episodes (and Carrie used more ridiculous puns than ever before) but I guess they had to bring the character's lives to a close somehow. My biggest problem with it is how I think it's going to end. It looks like all four women end up with a husband or steady boyfriend and yet this show used to be so empowering to single women. Charlotte ends up married to Harry, her divorce attorney and Miranda is married to Steve, the father of her child. Even Samantha has a steady boyfriend. Carrie's fate is undetermined - she's went to Paris with some Russian guy, because all her friends had hooked up. And we all know, girls who don't get asked out as often as their friends feel out-dated. As of last week's episode, Big is on his way to rescue Carrie from the Russian. Sure, it's kind of romantic but would she really even give him the time of day in real life? Just the thought of my ex-Big showing up in my life again to rescue me makes me totally ill. But this is only a TV show after all and TV shows are sort of like fairy tales, generally the characters live happily ever after. Will the four ladies on Sex and The City live happily ever after? I'll soon see...
Admiration must be earned
 Back To School: In Jackie Oh's Stardust Lounge, she has a regular feature called Question of The Week. Last week's question: Whom do you admire most? This got me thinking the other day about teachers I had through elementary school and how there were really only two who stood out in my mind: Miss Brown who became Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Richardson. I had Miss Brown/Mrs. Taylor for Grades 1, 4 and 6 - she was kind and nice and a good teacher. The funniest thing is that she would meet her boyfriend for lunch (or he'd arrive with a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken), drive off in his car and come back with hickeys on her neck - she tended to wear scarves around her neck to hide them. All the kids in the class would gossip about the newest hickeys she had that day. All in all though I think the entire class felt the same way about her - she was so great and so gorgeous. I wanted to be Miss Brown when I grew up! When I was in Grade 4 Miss Brown got married and invited the entire class to the wedding. She had on one of those great big floppy 70's hats, rather than a veil, as did her bridesmaids but the one thing that stands out in my mind about that wedding is that her fiance wore a fake denim suit. I'm sure he thought he looked cool and I'm also sure the two of them get a good laugh from their wedding pictures now, that is, if they're still married. I wonder if he still gives her hickeys? Mrs. Richardson helped me develop my writing skills to the point where she edited, printed and handed out an anonymous newspaper I wrote every month for the Grade 7 class. She also understood 13 year old kids. When several of us told her we weren't ready for the Catholic confirmation ceremony we were expected to go through with that year she told us it was up to us and agreed that we shouldn't have to do it if we didn't want to. Of course our parent's disagreed with that advice and forced us to confirm beliefs that we didn't feel were valid. I was shocked to find the above picture in a box this past weekend as I'd already started writing this blog. I wasn't looking for the pic but I think it was looking for me. And if you're still out there somewhere, thanks Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Richardson!
This Just In...
 Sicko: I've been so busy at work lately (we had a major trade show this week) that I've let myself get run-down and I think I'm getting a cold. I may have gotten it from my neighbour who I shared a joint with recently and is now sick. My throat is sore, my nose is getting stuffy and I keep sneezing. Damn it! I've been taking echinacea and Vitamin C since she told me she was sick so hopefully that will help lesson the symptoms.
The Toronto Maple Leafs: Great trade last week with The New York Rangers for defenseman Brian Leetch. They kicked the Florida Panthers' asses 5-0 last night. Go Boys Go! Make me proud! Disaster Area: My brother has been painting the kitchen and dining room since Saturday and the house is a disaster. I'm sick to death of take-out food, the smell of pain and having to plug in and reprogram my coffee maker every damned day. Plus, with all this greasy food I've had to endure, I'm afraid I'm gaining weight. For fuck sakes finish it already! Bubbles, Ricky and Julian: Trailer Park Boys, season four, premieres April 4 at 9 p.m. on Showcase. To say I've been living for this season premiere is not an understatement. I can't wait to see the look on Mr. Lahey's face when he's out of jail and finds out Ricky is the new supervisor! Luck of the Irish Continues: The lucky streak I've been enjoying just keeps on going. On Wednesday I used a self-scanner for the first time ever at a grocery store and asked for $20 Cash-Back from the till. It gave me $25 (but only charged me $20). On Saturday, I won $10 on a $1 lottery ticket I purchased. On Monday I received a gift from a business associate I helped out last week. The gift - A Wallet. That's two wallets I've received in one week. Think I'm going to come into some money? Hopefully my next update will be written from the Bahamas! Over and out for today.
Bad Night For Bwian, Great Day For Me
 Shallow Show, Shallow Ending: As in the first edition of Average Joe, the supermodel single gal (in the latest series, Larissa Meek) chose the brain-dead hunk instead of the average joe.
Bwian from Bwaston was cweepy and from what I saw in the date scenes it was obvious he couldn't kiss either. Still, I couldn't help rooting for the guy, probably because he seemed like such a dweeb. Larissa though, couldn't keep her eyes off Gil, who when asked what he was hoping to get out of the "journey" told her straight out: "I'm hoping to become an actor." I honestly thought she would see right through Gil at that moment but her libido seemed to ignore the comment. When she told Gil later on that she used to date Fabio and Gil immediately dumped her, I laughed that instant karma had kicked in so quickly and bit her in the ass. Bwian, and it seems Larissa, both had a bad day - mine, on the other hand, was awesome. I won the Oscar Contest (and a DVD of the first season of the BBC show The Office) at our good friend Spaderboy's Monkeyshank Message Board. Then, when I came back from lunch, there was a box on my desk and inside it was a Buxton wallet with my name on it in gold - a gift from a supplier. Later on in the day, I went over to the GNC store at the mall to buy some carb blockers and I mentioned to the owner that I wish they sold Melatonin like their stores in the U.S. He smiled and motioned me over to a new display that included - Melatonin! It has apparently just been approved in Canada. Not only did I have a great day but I got a good night's sleep too. I hope this string of good luck lasts.
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