The things we do for love...

I was planning on writing tonight about Channeling your Inner Sexpot but I just had to stop, hit backspace, backspace, delete, delete, delete. (Sorry Mags)

Tonight I'm trying to watch "More to Love" which has been billed as the new dating competition show from Mike Fleiss ("The Bachelor"), and it follows one regular guy's search for love among a group of real women determined to prove that love comes in all shapes and sizes.

People I gotta tell ya people I didn't think it was possible but reality tv has hit an all time low.
WTF? Now plus sized girls need help finding love too. Thanks but no thanks - I've tried to find one redeeming quality in this show but there is none.

One plus size guy and 20 plus sized girl DOES NOT good reality tv make. Between the crying and the protestations of love for a guy that they've met twice, someone please pull the trigger and put me out of my misery.

I mean I love the fact that they're trying to show us curvy girls in a good light but hellooooo where'd they get these losers from? And the guy... holy crap what an insanely dull and boring loser! I even forced Mr. C to look at it with me and at the end he turned to me and said...

Now what're you gonna to do to give me back that hour of my life....

Where do you find the words...

Some dear friends of mine are going a very difficult time in their life right now. They are in a battle to save their child and every so often they get thrown a new challenge that would rock anyone to their core.

I spoke to another friend tonight and she asked what do you say to someone in that situation and that got me thinking... There are a multitude of platitudes that you can say at a time like this but they all seem so inappropriate...although well meaning.

Although I don't live very close to the family and I'm not as close to them as others. If I could, I would reach out and just a rest a hand on their shoulder to let them know that I've joined the ranks of those standing behind them giving them strength and love to carry on...

Buyer's remorse... I don't think so

Before we bought our house we were told to expect some sleepless nights cause we'd feel so overwhelmed by buyers remorse - did we make the right decision, should we have chosen another house, how are we going to pay off the mortgage. Apparently buyer's remorse takes many different forms, most of them typified by a high level of anxiety, usually about having made the wrong decision.

I felt none of that, in fact I was so excited I couldn't wait to start decorating and could barely wait the 8 months to get the house. In fact I think the only sleepless night throughout the whole process was whether or not the house would be ready on the closing date and would my cabinets be stained the right colour.

Mr. C, Mother and I went shopping yesterday. We went to the mall cause I'm going to be buying my first apple computer in the next couple of weeks/months. I saw what I wanted online and just wanted to buy but Mr. C is the type that he has to research the heck out of a purchase before he commits - kinda like squeezing all the juice out of a lemon.

He is mystified that I can plunk down that kind of cash and not even blink. It got me thinking is Should I feel bad, should I be tossing and turning at night thinking about the impending purchase? Well I am anxious alright, I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of my newest toy...

I've gotta say I've never really felt buyers remorse about anything that I've purchased... Well there was that one pair of pants that looked good front but far from good from the back...

We're okay... we've just got some trust issues...

I really love, lust like you!

Dear Jillian,

You don't know me, I'm TJ's Mim - earlier this spring I found myself watching The Bachelorette for the first time in ... years, or at least not since Meredith chose Ian and chickie although I don't like these relationship shows - I liked your style and I could feel your desire to find - The One.

You had quite a dramatic night/day when you picked Ed- gosh Jill, you woulda had three proposals if Kiptyn ever got around to pulling the damn ring out of his pocket. I guess it's every girl's nightmare dream.

Pssss Jilly....I'd have picked Reid cause gosh darn it - I think he was the real deal - but I respect your decision cause Ed does look like he has his shit together and a girl needs a little $ecurity cause love only goes so far.

Girlfriend, what is going on... your bizness is alllll over the net and people are talking about the latest with you two. Who are these two bitches that are now saying they been with your man after you said I do - WTF?

Jilly - girlfriend-to-girlfriend- yo boy sure has some drama going on that you really don't need to get caught up in. Now I'm not going to tell you to leave your man but honey... you had a problem with him in the fantasy suite ..nudge, nudge, wink, wink and now this. I'm not liking where this is heading.

Honey, I'll admit I've been cheated on in relationships and I've cheated in relationships and as a result I've got some trust issues that quite frankly I ain't ever or don't ever want to work through. But this thing with Edward is sooo new and you're having so many issues already - Do you really know the guy you've picked?

When I was younger and more svelte, I remember saying if a man ever cheated on me he'd be out the door. Well now I'm a bit older and slightly rubinesque and it's a bit more of a pain in the ass 'cause you've got assets, animals and other things to consider. But at some point in time you've got to throw your hands in the air and say - FU Asshole - I'm soooo outta here!

Sweetie let me tell you - relationships all have high and low points and in the beginning the highs should far outnumber the lows. After you've been together for a while - boredom sets in - and you may feel you know everything there is to know about each other and you've become accustomed to having each other around. Sometimes, this can lead to infidelity. If your man looks like he has his shit together the bitches will flock to him and honey the male ego is such a fragile thing, they can't resist.

So the way I see it you have three options

1. You can lay low and work shit out and honey although you can forgive him - don't evah forget!

2. You can call it off now - it's early days and you don't have any ties - financial or otherwise as yet. Emotional ties can heal really quickly (it's called the rebound guy)

3. You can play what's good for the goose is good for the gander! Men tend to assume that while they're out "playing" the woman's sitting at home. If they're out til three am they shouldn't take it for granted that you've been home sleeping, you catch my drift Jill.


Take care of you Jilly Bean (and honey give Reid a call :))

I've got that not so fresh feeling...

I've got a problem and so far it's not too serious but I sometimes wonder am I the only person who feels this way.

I consider myself to be a halfway decent cook and I think that Mr. C would agree. I like to experiment sometimes and like to take great pride in making sure that my food looks, smells and tastes appealing. I like to use my "good dishes" quite often and I'll set the table formally for dinner at least once a week - on Sunday's generally.

However, I've got a serious problem with leftovers. There's something about food that's been re-heated past one day that really turns my stomach. I can't stand the smell of it, the sight of it or the taste of it.

I listen to people who talk about cooking on a Sunday and then not having to cook again until Thursday or Friday and I think - how efficient and THANK GOD I don't live with them. Past one or two days even the best tasting meal loses it's appeal. I've tried to figure out why this is a problem and I think it's cause of what happened to me as a child.

My paternal grandmother was a fabulous cook and she cooked every day. My mother did not. My granny made every meal super exciting and oh so tasty. My mother did not. Granny was a fabulous baker who never measured a thing. My mother - not so much. Granny taught me how to cook and bake and my mother did not.

Now don't get me wrong - it's not that I don't love and appreciate all of the things that my mother has done and continues to do for me but she has no idea of about to cook just enough food for two days. She's been staying with me for a few weeks and I think that she's starting to get bored.

On Monday we decided to make a big Sunday dinner and I gave Mother the recipe for a casserole that I've made many times before and I knew would last for 2 to 3 days. I went outside to water the plants and when I came back and looked in the oven where there should have been one dish there were two.

Mother added some extra ingredients to "spice up" the recipe cause she felt that it could have used a little "help". In addition to the extra ingredients, she decided that she should double the recipe because the one dish would clearly not be enough for three adults and one dog. In absolute frustration I left Mr. C to deal with her while I continued to water the plants. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind but instead of overcommunicating - I decided to focus on something else instead.

At the end of the day, the pie was baked and it was okay but now we be eating the casserole until Saturday. I can feel my stomach churning already and the bad memories of not-so-fresh food returning.

Let Sleeping dogs lie...

Mr. C and I have a fur baby TJ aka Bobo who is the muse behind my writings. While we both love and adore Bobo we've got a bit of a problem because ....he doesn't know he's a dog.

Bobo is a large 100 pound dog (who thinks he's human) with light blue eyes and a wide toothy grin only which can only be rivaled by one underwear loving Kao. I think that he may be a little spoiled....

In Bobo's world Mr. C aka poppa is the alpha who he has the utmost respect for. "Mim" is his playmate and his momma. She is also the one who gives him the most yummy treats but Grammy aka Mother is the LOVE of his life. When Grammy comes to visit, he spends all of his waking moments and many of his sleeping moments with her - both Mim and Poppa are simply ignored unless it's time to eat or go for walkies...

Last night Grammy and Bobo had their first fight and it was quite traumatic. Grammy is staying in the blue bedroom which he considers to be his and she got up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom and he decided he was going to stake his claim on the bed. He doesn't normally sleep in that room at night cause it's his sun room during the day while he waits for us to come home from work.

Apparently he lay across the bed so that she couldn't lie down comfortably and when she tried to get him to move, he growled and bared his teeth at his beloved. Grammy got scared and decided not to move him. She then decided to spent the rest of the night in a chair in the study. At 4am when I got up to use the facilities, I heard a noise and checked the bedroom and found her in the study and Bobo splayed across the bed. (No... he doesn't wear a nightgown to bed)

I attempted to move him and was treated to the same grumpy old man behaviour cause if it's one thing he hates - it's to be moved while he's trying to catch some zzz's.

After much moaning, wrangling and snapping of teeth (mine not his), he was off the bed and out of the room. He looked so hurt that he could barely looked at his beloved as he walked out of the room. Mother - forgetting that she was about to spend the night in the chair because of a dog - wanted to go after him and comfort him but I assured her that he'd be fine.

After getting her settled and getting me a drink of water, I went back to my room only to find Bobo splayed across my side of the bed on his back, legs in the air, looking at me askance from one eye as if to say - Biatch bring it on!