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Startle me!

Go on, you know you want to.

And then .... whatever you think it should be
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claptwice
I hate ambiguous novel endings.  What a freakin' cop out.  To me, they're the height of laziness. 

Uniformity
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claptwice
Why do people insist on dressing up in identical clothing to play sports?

We drove by a driving range the other day and every single person -- men and women -- were dressed in beige khaki pants, polo shirts and  baseball caps.  It was weird.

Every "cyclist", no matter their fitness level, are all geared up in tight spandex, advertising one product or another.  Half the time they're just aimlessly tooling around -- but yet they feel compelled to dress up in their uniform.

Most runners -- Canadian ones -- have their requisite Running Room jacket (I have one but once I realized I felt like I was a cult member I stopped wearing it). 

I understand why teams have uniforms.  But people participating in individual pursuits?  I just don't get it.

I guess people just want to fit in -- to show they're a member of a tribe or something.

The Sims
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claptwice
There's a place I call the Sims' house on my way to the park where I walk Fred.  It used to be an ugly old cube house but the new owners have done a very funky renovation and it looks great.  Lots of floor to ceiling windows.  No curtains.  I can't help but glance in when I walk by.  Old habits die hard.  There's a pair of chairs right in the window.  They like to sit there in the mornings and drink their coffee and in the evenings enjoy a glass of wine.  She sports quite an endearing thatch of bedhead most mornings.  She wears reading glasses to peruse the paper.  On Sundays, they get the New York Times.  She tends to favour a soft yellow pair of pajamas with slippers that must've once matched.  The pajamas aren't new but they're obviously her first choice when she wants something cosy.  He tends to be dressed in the mornings.  I imagine he's the one to go out to fetch the paper and the breakfast bagels.

In the evenings, usually between 4 and 6, one or both of them are back in their chairs, sipping white wine.  Sometimes they have Chardonnay and sometimes Sauvignon Blanc.  I can tell by the colour.  Mostly, Chardonnay wins out.

I don't walk past their place later at night so I don't know what they do then. 

I have a soft spot for them because when I've met them on the sidewalk they smile and often say hello.  They've also planted 1,000 daffodils in their front yard (along with the abundant grape hyacinths that are already there).  You just have to like somebody who would give that sort of spring gift to the neighbourhood.

Writer's Block: Sticks and stones
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claptwice
What is the worst insult you've ever received from someone? Were you able to forgive them?

A guy I went out with for four years in university started dating somebody new.  Apparently, she was the spitting image of me.  Even a close friend was fooled when she first saw this woman with him.  When I asked him about it, the jerk said "yeah, she's the new and improved version of you."  To this day, this bugs me.

You are my candy girl
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claptwice

Day 04 - A song that reminds you of someone:   "Sugar, Sugar" by the Archies.  This reminds me of my oldest sister.  She loves this song.  Her delight in it is lovely to see.  It's such a happy tune.



Nothing left to lose
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claptwice

Day 03 - A song that makes you sad:  "With Or Without You" by U2.  When The Joshua Tree first came out, I used to listen to it all the time.  About a month later, my Mom died.  It still reminds me of that incredibly dark time.

Song II
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Day 02 - A song that makes you happy -- "Uprising" by Muse.  Probably coz it's kinda cheesy.  A. and I get very dramatic when we sing the chorus.

Sing it, sister
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claptwice
From Aran:


Day 01 - Your favorite song  I'm In Love With My Car (Queen).  Roger's vocals are so intense!
Day 02 - A song that makes you happy
Day 03 - A song that makes you sad
Day 04 - A song that reminds you of someone
Day 05 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere
Day 06 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 07 - A song that you can dance to
Day 08 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 09 - A song from your favorite band
Day 10 - A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 11 - A song that describes you
Day 12 - A song from your favorite album
Day 13 - A song that you listen to when you're angry
Day 14 - A song that you listen to when you're happy
Day 15 - A song that you listen to when you're sad
Day 16 - A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 17 - A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 18 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 19 - Your least favorite song
Day 20 - A song that you know all the words to
Day 21 - A song from a band you hate
Day 22 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 23 - A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 24 - A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 25 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - A song from your childhood
Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year


Yuck
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claptwice
Why oh why is it every single time I plan a trip, some terrorism scare rears its ugly head?

Swing
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claptwice
Age is a funny thing.

I am feeling rather creaky tonight, probably from three hours of working out today -- a Pump class, Hip Hop and Zumba.

My knees are squealing.

I look in the mirror and see new wrinkles.

Not a big deal, really. I'll be 48 in February. Gravity happens.

While parts of me definitely feel that age, not everything does.

I think of my mom -- when she was 45, she gave birth to me -- the youngest of her six children.

Maybe it's the multiple kids thing. Maybe I don't feel older because I have only one.

But does anybody really feel old in their head?

I know a woman who is in her late eighties. When the weather is nice -- and sometimes when it isn't -- she heads to the local park and swings on the swings. Higher and higher she goes, not mindful of her creaking hips, her failing sight. She swings. Because it makes her feel her "head" age. Which is 22.

I don't feel that young in my head. I didn't particularly like my twenties, except for the part where I met and married my husband. I liked my thirties much better.

Forty seven and a bit doesn't thrill me. I feel kind of used up, like I have nothing left to offer. I hope this is a middle-aged malaise that will miraculously disappear.

I want to be like the elderly woman on the swing. How lovely it must feel to shed that skin, that experience, those disappointments, those nagging aches and pains and return to your youth.