Casual - what does it really mean

This is a very educational and important reference book for all those single ladies out there. I highly recommend it, pick it up at your local library! Or better yet, borrow my copy, I've left notes in the margins.

What to call it

I've asked around and this is the result:
Blue balls is to boys what Puffy Pussy is to girls...

Do vs. Date

There is a very big difference between "do" and "date"...

"I want to date you".

vs.

"I want to do you".

One being mind, the other being body. I prefer the latter cause I have my own mind, I just don't have a man-parts. Hmmm...it just seems to be the Trifecta way!

Pink parts

Nippy Lippy, iceboxed, labia in limbo, cobalt clit...what is a girl's equivalent of blue balls? Yes, that's right, us girls also get unpleased by the tease. It leaves us breathing hard, dazed and pumping for more. It's not all fingers and tongues to get the job done, sometimes the real thing is all we want. But when denied we don't always look forward to the next time, nor do we find satisfaction in our battery operated boyfriends. We don't get mad because you're not going to date us and be our boyfriend, we just want to get laid. You can't put an amazing meal (four(play) full courses, meat, chocolate and wine) on the table, let the person salivate and then wrap it all up and turn off the lights and call it a night, that's just cruel and unpleasing, the tease needs to please! So what is a lady to call this perdicament, or rather per-no-dick-ament...?!

It wasn't the cake

I spent last night on my couch, in pain, thinking that the cake I had for breakfast was the reason for it all. However, when I awoke this morning with considerable aching throughout my body and feeling like I'd been run over by a truck, I concluded it had to be from more than just the cake. So I recalled my recent interactions with sick people; 1. Sammy had a cold, but that was over a week ago, 2. Chris has a cold, but this isn't sinus and chest, 3. I visited my brother and Graeme on Wednesday, brought them some lunch. WAIT A MINUTE...the only reason my cute-as-a-button nephew was home on Wednesday was because he'd been sent there from the dayhome...for being sick!!! Even though I am sure I got the bug from him, I still blame it on Valentine's Day though, the irony is just too close. Blah!

so cute it'll make you sick...

Perhaps cake was a poor choice

It's official, I will forever boycott Valentine's Day...

Being the single lady that I am, and cause I did it last year, I thought it was a stellar idea to have chocolate cake for breakfast. Why, you ask...cause I can and there is no one to tell me otherwise. Well this year, there was someone to tell me otherwise, but it was after the fact. My body told me no, but only after I'd experienced the taste of the chocolatey cake in my mouth, followed by the sugar rush that kept me skiing like a prostar and then the sugar crash at 3pm, thankfully after skiing was done for the day. The drive home left me disoriented (I wasn't driving) and there were points where I thought I might be physically ill (from the cake, not the company).

the cake

When I finally arrive home, I am grateful to have the evening to myself, although earlier today I found this pathetic. But as soon as I walk in the door I am greeted with the stench of cat urine. An overwhelming odor that makes your nose burn and your eyes water. I quickly sniff around for the origin of the smell only to realize it is my favorite pink ski jacket that I left on my foyer table...EFFER!!

the cat

I grab the cat by the fur on the top of his neck (similar to how mother cats carry their young), he screams, I throw him outside and return to the scene of the crime to clean up. I wisk the coat in to the laundry room and douse it with detergent and anti-stink stuff. Then I return to the couch to curl up in the fetal position cause my tummy still hurts from the chocolate cake.

the jacket

The washing machine cycle ends and I go to take the jacket out and see if all odor has been eliminated. Upon opening the washer door, I see fragments of paper and silver wrapper...and random pieces of gum...Yeah, there was a FULL pack of gum in one pocket!!! And to add insult to injury, not only does my coat still smell of cat piss, but now it smells of spearmint gum!!!

Oh, but wait...that's not all, then my tummy rumbles and I am thankful to relieve myself of the intestinal bloat...except the chocolate cake has come back with a vengence and I have to quickly make my way to the bathroom (I will not explain further, except that I spent plenty of time in there).

You're number one, St Valentine!

Thanks a lot St Valentine!! What did I ever do to you? Tonight, instead of enjoying a lovely glass of wine, while soaking in a bubble bath, contemplating how thankful I am for being single, I will be popping tums, concentrating on my breathing and attempt to comfort "the sweats" by curling my knees into my chest.

I typed this quickly, for fear of any further reprecussions from the cake.

Top 3 Music Favs

1. The Stills - Oceans will Rise


2. Kings of Leon - Only By the Night


3. The Fray - self titled

Cuban Kons reunites with Trifecta

Kons returned back from Cuba very late on Monday night. RJ and I spent some time with her yesterday, catching up on the last week's gossip and happenings. As all good friends do, she brought us presents, a ring for RJ and a pretty bracelet for me (thank you). Kons was also successful in bringing back some cigars (of course, its CUBA!), artwork, handmade masks and several musical instruments...bongo drums, clave sticks and some maracas. Nothing quiet of course, and since we all have no rhythm, we thought we'd all jam at once. WICKED!

Its amazing the conversations Trifecta has, to be a fly on the wall! From getting waxed for the first time to nachos cheese dripping on one's chest... I can't wait for coaching to end so I can partake in more of these shinanigans!

jobless but not clueless

To those of you who are gainfully employed, being laid off might seem like an opportunity to enjoy life and stop and stop to smell the roses. With so much time on my hands and a very limited budget, I find myself unable to fully enjoy the benefits of this time. With an economy of such incertainty, my lovely stash of cash will soon run out. As fun as it has been to hang out at coffee shops and chauffeur my friends to work, I would rather be earning my keep.

Thankfully I've been able to land a great coaching jobs to help me throw this time. The extra cash and energy has become my being and I am loving working with such wonderful families and kids. Although each day has its own trials, it is definitely keeping my smiles wide and my legs strong.

I'm even considering taking another coaching course...yeah, after going through the ranks of snowboarding and promising myself I was done taking coaching courses, I find myself wanting to learn, wanting to better my skills, wanting to move forward. Movement is important, it shows I'm motivated again. I just wish I was motivated enough to paint again, but that is another story for another day. Small victories, one at a time. jc