Apologies

So sorry all, for not having posted in a long time. I was deathly sick all last week. I even called in sick. Moi, the girl who cannot even remember the last time that she called in sick, did so at the company she's only worked out for about 4 months. I friggin rock!
But the main reason that I haven't posted is my sever addiction to facebook. Are you all on it? If not, get on it. It's crazy, insane, and as addictive as crack! Everyone you've ever known is on there. High school friends, old lovers, arch nemesis. Everyone, and you can add pictures, join groups, send messages, write on people's "walls". It's so much fun. I'm catching up with so many people, it's great. It's much faster than having to sit and write lengthy emails, or spending lots of time searching for old phone numbers. Everyone I know is addicted, and more and more people are joining. It's just wacky.
Blog? Who blogs now, when there's facebook? I'll try, but I can't promise any miracles. Now, go search me and add me as a friend :)

Recovered?

Oh my lordy! I survived St Patrick's Day, and it was a blast. But now I am sick. So, so sick. I've cought a horrible cold, and even came home early from work today. I think I'm dying.

So here's a picture of just 2 days ago, when I still felt human, and possibly a little tipsy :)

Good Thoughts

I was on the metro tonight, on my way home from work, when I saw something that touched me. It was just a very random act, one that I may have missed on any other day at any other time. But tonight I saw it, and it really made me think.
The car was overcrowded (nothing out of the ordinary for Montreal's public transit system). There was a very large, football looking guy, leaning against the closed doors. I noticed him because of his size. He was kind of scary, with his baggy clothes and backwards baseball cap. Just rough looking. At one of the stops, even more people piled into the car, and a tall, thin girl stood right in front of him. As the doors closed and everyone braced themselves for the rapid metro take off, the train just jolted forward, throwing everyone who was standing completely off balance. The tall, thin girl teetered, but caught hold of herself. What she never saw, but I did, was the big guy behind her, ready to catch her if she had toppled over.
I saw this "almost" random act of kindness, and I realized that she probably never even saw this guy behind her, didn't take notice of him. She got off a few stops later without ever knowing that someone had almost saved her from a potentially nasty (and embarrassing) fall.
And then the most beautiful thought came to me...

Sometimes, even a total stranger might be there to catch you when you fall.

Retail Therapy

Some of you know my penchant for retail therapy. Some of you don't. One day I need to sit myself down and take a good long look at just how much I spend on therapy, and my retail therapy. I'm sure there could've been a house purchase much sooner if it weren't for my "needs".
Today, I headed into to town to take care of my recent jonesing for new products. There is a new Clinique moisturizer that I just had to have. Then over to Lush where I overindulged. A little too much. But hey, I was down and needed a pick me up.
You see, I have recently been chatting with someone that I met online. Last night, we were supposed to finally meet. Well, as luck (or rather, my luck) would have it, the entire night fell through, and I ended up home alone, watching multiple episodes of "What Not To Wear". Why he chose to bail on me, I don't know. Was I disappointed? Absolutely. It's not often that I like someone. Especially enough to want to meet them. And once again, I put my faith in someone who is clearly an arse. It's becoming pretty obvious to me that I have some lousy taste in boys. I just need to find a way to fix that. I need to train myself to be attracted to a different type of guy, because clearly the ones that I am attracted to aren't worth my time or effort. Maybe I need to work on this with my therapist, since I can't see retail therapy helping with this one...

Where to Start?

I've come full circle, and after a year and a half, and multiple blogs, I am back. I've come home, back to where it all began.
I had started this blog way back when in hopes that I would be able to "return" to being Christy. What I've discovered is that I have never in my life really been Christy. I've been different variations, but I've never really, truly been me. This year, I've slowly but surely started to find out who I am and what makes me tick.
I have gone through some very rough times. Most of you out there have no idea just how rough it got. But I am on my way back from the depths of despair and it's starting to feel good. It feels good to be able to recover from such devastating news in a matter of days. News like that, at one time, would have crippled me. It would have knocked the life right out of me, and I may not have been able to peel myself off of the kitchen floor. But now, I am okay. I feel better. It hurts, it will probably always hurt, but I can go on.
This is not a place where I will ever talk about him. He is not worth the time, the energy spent typing, and he will never be worth the love that I was so willing to give him. I do not wish him well, in fact I wish him great pain. And being a believer in karma, and the laws of the universe, I know that he will get what is coming to him. And that is all that will ever be said of him here.
There are others that I can and probably will talk about. There are memories that I would like to share, parts of my life that could probably explain a lot about me.
So, here I am, I've returned, or arrived, however we choose to look at it. Welcome me back with open arms, please.