tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62684852011-09-21T12:20:34.054-04:00Editors note: creative license may have been taken in these writings. Names, dates and stories have been altered to protect the innocent. Don't believe everything you read. And, yeah, this is my writing, and my property. Please do not use it without my permission, and if you do, well....you know.streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.comBlogger2331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-10563152558477585822010-12-24T08:17:00.005-05:002010-12-24T08:25:33.572-05:00

I did it.Not well, but I did it. Granted, I haven't finished it yet, and it needs a lot of work, but I did it.That is three years running now, and I am very happy with myself about that.The bigger issue now is that I have to finish it. I have 3/4 of a book written, and it just sits there waiting for an ending. I don't think that is very fair now, do you? Seriously, if I were a book I would want

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-52910370790961679132010-10-31T22:53:00.002-04:002010-10-31T23:07:15.236-04:00

Yep. It is almost that time. As a matter of fact, it is only about 1 hour, 2 minutes and 43 seconds away from THAT. TIME.That time, you ask? Yes, "That Time", I reply.It is almost November 1st. That means NaNoWriMo, which means NoSeeStephIe for a month. Get it? No ....see.....steph......yeah, yeah, I know. Lame. But you get the drift.November means it is time for me to get those creative juices

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It's all about the connecting.Seriously, I know that seems trite and somewhat airy-fairy, but it is true. And you have met me, right?At first glance you may not recognize this quality in me, but deep within I really am airy-fairy, from the tips of my toes to the highest point of my blue spiky hair. I just hide it well beneath a healthy layer of skepticism, shrouded in doubt and snuggled under a

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Really. Dec 28, 2008. That is almost 2 years ago. No blogs since then....WTF?!?I would like to be able to say that I have been so wildly successful with my new life as a best selling author that I have not had time to even log into this blog. I would like to tell you that I have been boarding planes and flying all over the world in search of adventure, that I have been sailing the Atlantic,

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I sometimes forget I am not a powerful machine.My morning yesterday began with my car stuck on a patch of ice in the back yard. Logically, most people would do one of the following things:Get a shovel and attempt to chip away at the ice to create a clearance for the tires to grip, thus freeing themselves of the ice monster.Find some road salt or sand and place strategically beneath said tires in

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I did it.I totally fucking did it.I didn't think I could but I did.Please don't misunderstand me. I am quite certain this thing I call a book is not worthy of any of you reading it, but that is not the point. The challenge was not to write a GREAT book in a month, it was simply to write a book in a month. A 50,ooo word book.And I. DID. IT.Holy Fuck.

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Because I can never do anything easily, and because I am an idiot who will often bite off more than I can chew, I decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo. For those of you who I have not lambasted with stories of my fear and trepidation in doing this monstrous task, it is a little writing challenge for anyone who wants to join. The concept is easy - write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. The actual

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(I received an affirmation from the Universe in a workshop the other day. It led me to this.....)Affirmation: I am ready to receive my hearts desire.But Am I ready?And what IS my hearts desire?I desire growth, I desire love, I desire stability, I desire inspirationI desire fruitfulness, I desire DESIRE, and I desire to be desired.I desire a sense of wholeness, I desire health and happiness, I

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Am I mother?Was I ever mother?What is mother, exactly?I am woman.I am lover,I am nurturer, I am provider, I am tenderI am consort, I am healer, I am empath.I am She who has been here since time began,and I am She who will remain for time immemorial.I give, I take, I breathe, I love, I feel, I sense, I think, I doI Am.Power. Resonance. Life. Light. Energy.I dance and sing and breathe and share

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-2859986622743771782008-10-27T10:58:00.002-04:002008-10-27T11:03:11.235-04:00

I had my cards read about a week ago, and was basically admonished by the universe for the lack of creativity on my part for the last, oh, really long time. I was basically told that I need to just "Pick up a paper and pen and write, dammit!". I have been doing just that every day since.Some of this writing is crap - total, boring, "Processing the shit out of life" kinda crap. Some of it is just

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-79713440410042175392008-10-14T20:06:00.002-04:002008-10-14T20:19:10.821-04:00

Let's talk about motivation, shall we?Better yet, let's talk about lack of motivation. Specifically, let's talk about MY lack of motivation.Did you notice the date of my last blog entry? July 1, 2008. That is exactly 3 months and 13 days ago. That is a long time for me to go blogless. I can't remember the last time I went that long without telling the world what I think! Oh wait, I do that every

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I will not feel guilty. I was excited - once - about the prospect of a friendship with you. We did not know each other, but seemed to share a common experience. I thought we may be kindred spirits. We laughed, we shared, and felt connected in our paths.And then, you lashed out, and made me feel badly about myself. I will not feel guilty. I reached out to you, offered a helping hand,

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-47259978017049685892008-06-01T11:50:00.004-04:002008-06-01T21:57:48.971-04:00

I do weird things. I have always done weird things. Part of my charm and allure is the weird things I do from time to time.By charm and allure, what I really mean is the qualities I have that make people say "Man, she is weird!" or "That Stephanie has some serious issues". But wait! No, really - hang on! These "issues" and symptoms of weirdness are really the things that can also be

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-44967130082458713632008-03-21T13:04:00.002-04:002008-03-21T13:06:00.418-04:00

Spring always makes me look for change. I do lots of things to make change happen, but I still end up looking for it. Funny, that. I guess the thing about change is it is always...well...changing. It is a fleeting feeling, kind of like the excitement of first attraction, the first sip of a cold beer on a hot day, or the rush you feel jumping into an icy river. I get excited by spring.

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It is beautiful out here.I certainly will not argue that. I have been mesmerized by things here I have never seen back home. Truth of the matter? BC is gorgeous - breathtakingly, awe-inspiringly beautiful - but it is missing the one thing I love the most about the east coast - the down home people.I had never seen mountains until this trip. I had never seen the pink tops of mountains as the sun

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Each year, towards the end of December, the papers, the news, the television, the mouths of our friends - they all talk about the same thing: New Years Resolutions. I personally do not believe in making resolutions once a year as the ones we tend to make then are brash, difficult, often challenge the core of who we are, and are completely impossible to follow to fulfillment. In my opinion, it is

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-17285416681592451092007-12-14T10:37:00.000-05:002007-12-14T11:00:17.134-05:00

Hey you!Yeah you! The one who tried to use my credit card the other day to buy $4000 worth of jewelery! Did you think I wouldn't notice? Perhaps you haven't met me or even seen me before. That could explain why you thought I might buy that much expensive jewelery. The thing is, I only wear silver. Not only do I just wear silver, but I wear relatively inexpensive, bought-from-street-vendors silver

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-58892628578214929482007-11-28T10:36:00.000-05:002007-11-29T23:45:03.234-05:00

So, it is that time again. You know the time - it's that season that people love - or hate. It is the season that is meant to be all about love and family and community and good will and sharing and happy spirits. That's right folks - it is nigh on the Yuletide season!Here's the thing....I always struggle with this season. Always! I have no reason to, except perhaps for the vein of cynicism that

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It has been brought to my attention that my Spain blog may come across as though I did not enjoy myself there. I would just like to say, for the record and to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, that I had a great week away.Spain was beautiful and breathtaking. There were some absolutely stunning and awe inspiring things I did and saw there, and it was a trip I will always remember. The

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-41033049288550929372007-11-02T10:56:00.000-04:002008-11-13T04:07:33.163-05:00

If you want to read about my trip, just scroll below all the photos.

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So....did I mention I was going to Spain? Maybe once or twice? Well it is true! I went - I really really did!Spain was many things - beautiful, hectic, inspiring, frenetic, magical, ancient, ugly yet stunning, stand-offish and welcoming. Spain was, in fact, a bit of an oxymoron.I did many things. I went to the Prado and saw some breathtaking artwork, I went to Toledo and saw an absolutely

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So. Let's talk about feet.Feet, you say? Yes, I say. Feet.Specifically, my feet. My sore feet. My poor, old, worn out, aching feet.I love my feet. They are peculiar feet, much as I am a peculiar person. My feet are short and round. They look like little pods on the end of my legs. My toes do not touch the ground, I have some hair that grows on the top of them, and I have callouses that are

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I don't get art.Really, it is that simple. As I wandered through one section of Nuit Blanche last night, all I experienced was a deepened sense of "huh?". That's it. Sure, my exposure was limited as we started our explorations on Church st, but seriously? I had no desire to see the rest of it after that part. It was, in a word, annoying." Art" was a group of 4 people dressed in black, standing

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The thing about pizza is that is really is the perfect food.Think about it! It has whatever you want on it, it can be eaten hot or cold, it can be a snack, a meal, breakfast, lunch or dinner. You can find pizza in just about everytown, everywhere, no matter how small or rural it is. You can even find pizza in other countries, and it remains basically the same - crust, sauce, cheese and assorted

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-88550676183447168312007-09-05T09:58:00.000-04:002007-09-07T03:36:07.584-04:00

Oh, that universe. That wickedly funny universe...the universe that just loves to listen -selectively- and bend and twist our words and take only what it wants.....and act upon that.These days I am afraid to think about any wants or needs or desires in case our delicious universe decided to act upon only half a thought.Years ago while working at my former job, I had a boss that I found extremely

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-8750040167106416852007-07-26T11:50:00.000-04:002007-07-26T12:08:45.114-04:00

So, have I happened to mention I am taking a wee little trip in October?You see, I have never been anywhere that was not included in the words "North America". I have been to PEI (in case you didn't know), I have been to Virginia, I have been to Vancouver. I have had poutine in Montreal, tax free beer in Alberta, and absinthe in Missouri. I have been sunburned in Wisconsin, and snowed on in

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So.....Lucy?She's staying :) She is the greatest thing ever...well, except Mollie maybe but Mollie really was the wonderbeagle.Lucy is sweet, gentle, playful, adorable, and most of all she is a lover. I love dogs that love people!So yeah, she is a part of the family now. Yay!

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She is a beautiful beagle / springer spaniel cross who has come to stay with us on a trial basis. She is about 4 years old and needed a good home filled with love. Well, I don't have much, but love? I got tons of that to give!! Lucy came home with us yesterday and if all goes well she will bless us with her presence on a permanent basis. For that to happen, she needs to FORGET ABOUT THE CATS!

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The thing about dogs is they are always there for us. Mollie has been a part of my life for about 12 years. She has been through my worst times with me and she has been through my best times with me. Through all of these times, she did nothing but love me, and give me love.Dogs are like that. They are loyal beyond words and despite our bitchy and crabby days, they forgive us anyhow and just keep

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-81323476466394747672007-06-13T12:49:00.000-04:002008-11-13T04:07:33.692-05:00

4 of the 7 - aren't they beautiful?

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I just got on the scale.Now, before we go talking about how scales are evil, weight is just a number, it's all about being healthy blabbity blabbity blabbity, let me just say this : I know that.However, being brought up by a weight obsessed mother, in a weight obsessed culture, wherein our self worth is based upon the number on a scale, it is really really hard to break the habit of stepping on

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-5381369317369046902007-06-07T13:22:00.000-04:002007-06-07T13:51:19.307-04:00

Yesterday it happened. The people from the shelter I donated all the cottage items to came and carted everything away.Everything.They even took the brooms.I am having very conflicted feelings about this. I know I have done a good thing, and I know my mom would approve. Every single item from my cottage will be used and appreciated by someone else. Every item. There is a profound feeling of

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I need to listen to the red fox. She has been with me in the past and she is with me now, in more ways than I can possibly describe.I first met the red fox on, of all places, the Gardener Expressway about 12 years ago, I was driving home, and out of nowhere came this red fox, crossing the highway in front of me. Thankfully she made it safely across, but not before stopping directly in front of me

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Islanders are not really great vegetarians.My first night here I was at the local store looking for a quick fix - a can of soup, an instant meal, anything...and the only veggie option I could find was 2-minute noodles. There is somothing altogether wrong about being here, on PEI - farming mecca, seafood heaven, "Garden of the Gulf " - and having to resort to Mr Noodle for dinner.Ah yes, the gods

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-75242965592472651392007-05-17T11:45:00.000-04:002007-05-17T12:08:15.682-04:00

I don't know why I feel so much stress at times. It's not like I am running a country, or running a company, or even running a marathon! I am simply trying to make it through my life, one day at a time, and leave as little damage as possible in my wake.I need to CHILL. THE. FUCK. OUT.I try to live a life of kindness. This translates to a few things - I do not eat meat. I try to not even eat

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-58661031205926996182007-04-09T09:34:00.000-04:002007-04-09T09:59:35.339-04:00

So...the time has come.I will be going to PEI on June 2nd to say a final farewell to my little piece of heaven. We need to have the cottage vacated by June 30th so it can be torn down and all traces of my family and 100 years of our history will be erased. I have two words to describe this whole process -THIS. SUCKS.It's funny - I am the only one in my family who really seems to hold on to PEI. I

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-33054418686922042082007-04-05T10:38:00.000-04:002007-04-05T10:39:57.559-04:00

I LOVE THIS!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUTJQIBI1oA(thanks Daisy - got it from your blog)

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-34532096972712276752007-03-28T22:24:00.000-04:002008-11-13T04:07:34.066-05:00

Keens.Heard of em?Ever tried them on?I have one thing to say about them.....BEST. SHOES. EVER.For people with feet issues like me (thanks to working retail for 25 years and being a fat girl - hard on the little tootsies you know), a good pair of shoes is better than a fine wine or even chocolate. No kidding. Better than chocolate - honest.Well, better than some chocolate. Definately better than

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Things I have thought about this last month :Being vegan is hard!If I see one more empty wine bottle today, I may have to break into some kitschy soft shoe routine to break the stress of the moment.Where is Corinth, anyhow?Keens are the BEST. SHOE. EVER.I wish I had some chips with me.Need......more......sleep.........Do these pants me look fat? Oh wait.....I am fat....FUCK! I wish people would

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If I could lay my head down on my keyboard right now and catch a few zzzzz's I would.Just sayin'.Do you ever wonder why everyone feels so freekin exhausted in February? Seriously....it is the month that we all curl up in pj's and blankies and hunker down indoors. No outdoor fun, no external activities....it's all about trying to stay warm! Last night I felt like I had been cold for about 72

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Dear Internet,Please excuse streetsweep's absence of late. There have been many many things occuring in her life which have deemed it necessary for her to refrain from posting on her blog.Let's go back to the end of the year. You see, streetsweep works in a store selling beer. Beer is basically the lifeblood for many, and it acts as a wonderful medication when under stress. Holidays are stressful

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Seriously, I don't get it.So Saddam killed hundreds of thousands of people. He was responsible for unspeakable acts including torture, murder, attempted genocide....Honestly, I don't know the facts.Perhaps I choose to live my life shrouded in ignorance, believing in the good in people. Saddam challenged me with that and the easiest thing to do when one has NO control over a situation is to ignore

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Sometimes the things that make me sit up and take note of my life come about quite by surprise. This last few weeks has been a bit like that - filled with these little surprises that remind me about the wacked out sense of humour the universe has.Let's do a little math here. Stephanie+ yeast infection= Cranky Stephanie. Stephanie+ yeast infection+ work stress= Very Cranky Stephanie

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It's a funny thing, spirituality is.Not funny as in HAHA funny, but funny like Great Aunt Mabel who shows up at every family function and despite the fact that you haven't talked to her in years, she always has a kind smile and a warm hug for you. Well.....at least until she has had one too many shots of tequila and starts wearing lampshades and dancing the mashed potato - but that's a whole

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Today I am going to blog.It may not be much of a blog - a few random words, put together with thought, feeling and determination, but it will be a blog none the less.Perhaps I could blog about my love life.Nah - that would be just too damn girly and stereotypical anyhow. (and probably a little sickening)Maybe instead I will blog about what is going on at work.Nope. too boring.hmmm.....then maybe

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-1161877731591028292006-10-26T11:39:00.000-04:002006-10-26T11:48:51.623-04:00

It's getting cold out there.Cold, as in "Where the hell did I leave my mittens?" cold.Cold, as in "Turn on the heat, already!" cold.Cold, as in " I want a hearty veggie stew for dinner" cold.Know what I mean?Autumn has always been my favourite season. There is something about the falling leaves, the brisk winds, the smell of woodsmoke in the air, the welcome of sweater season. (hey - it's a fat

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jeeeeze louise!This blog thing? GUILT INDUCING!I have been so busy living life lately that I have not blogged. It isn't that I haven't been doing things blog-worthy. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact! I have done many many things blogworthy of late! How about a list, shall we?Bought a new laptop which I am currently pecking away on. LOVE THE LAPTOP!Coffee with my friend kimmie, whom I love

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Man oh man, I love my bed. After years and years of sleeping on futons and hand-me-down beds, I finally bit the biscuit and bought myself a Real. Live. Adult. Bed. I did this over a year ago, and to this day I believe it is probably some of the best money I have ever spent.Let me tell you about my bed. It is from Ikea, and is called a "Sultan Hasselback" bed. I have no idea what that means, but

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I have this tattoo on my arm. It is the word" Ultreya" which loosely translated means "Move forward with courage."During a very difficult time in my life, I read the book El Camino (or The Camino Trail) which is by Shirley MacLaine. Ok. Stop laughing at me now, all you skeptics! I happened to get a LOT out of that book. There were passages that moved me beyond words, images that will not leave me

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So that was when the universe reached down with it's prickly little hands, picked me up, shook me this way and that, turned me all around, and dropped me flat on my ass with no road map, no atlas, and no instruction sheet.And then?That very same universe walked away, turning back every now and then to look at me, laugh, shake its head, and continue walking....all the while chuckling behind its

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Sometimes I find that thinking about who I am, who I want to be, what I want, and what I deserve.....well, frankly, it is just too damn hard!If I were a baby, it would be easy. Sleep...eat...stare at things in wonder....giggle...throw a tantrum....poop....play the "throw it on the ground and wait for the silly adult to continually pick it up for me" game....I tell you, babies got it good!And if I

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Is 41 too late to change your career?The more I think about work, the more time I spend working, the more I see what the world out there has to offer me, the more I believe I am in the wrong job.One of the reasons I never went to university (well...beyond the whole partying-as-a-lifestyle thing...) is because I was never truly sure what I wanted to be when I grew up. And, I never could afford it

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Every now and then I get the yearning to belong.The obvious problem here is that I am not sure what I would like to belong to. Oh sure, I have "belonged" in the past. I've been a Girl Guide, a member of a church youth group, a member of a nudist club, a coven member.....not bad as far as variance in experience goes. But somehow? I never really felt like I belonged in any of these clubs.I was a

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So, yeah. Uh-huh. That's right.I went shopping today.Yep, you heard me. Shopping. For clothes. The thing I hate most in the world.Shopping is the one activity that should have a mandatory trip to the therapist first. And then after. And maybe one mid-shop - if for no other reason than to vent ! And yell ! And cry ! And to do it all at someone who isn't then going to follow up my breakdown with "

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I need to be easier on myself.I know I am a woman with quirks - lots of quirks - but seriously, do these little "isms" have to be a bad thing? Why do I always kick myself for them?Quirks can be good, right?For example, lets say you know someone who is always on a quest - always looking for the next bandwagon to jump on to make her life bigger! and better! and more fulfilling! Okay. I know. We

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What is it about fear, anyhow?How can fear grab such a strong hold of a person, and never let go? And how can a person have such a strong hold on fear, and never let go?Fear is hard work. Damn hard work. It can enter, uninvited, into my my life at times and render me completely incapacitated. I fight it tooth and nail, and think I have won , and then one small thing may happen and there I am,

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I want to blog.I do. Really I do. Honest.You see, the thing is that there is too much going on in my little life to be blogging right now. Okay - not in my life really. My life is actually not overly exciting these days...well, except for this one really amazing aspect of my life that is both thrilling me to the core and scaring the living daylights out of me.....but I can't really talk about

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2 days until I leave for PEI.1 day until I get to spend time with someone I am enjoying spending time with. Really enjoying her. A lot.12 hours until I finish work for ten whole days.I have a whole lot of nothing planned for PEI, and if there is one thing I am good at doing, it is nothing. In fact, I excel at doing nothing. I could probably earn myself a Ph.D in doing nothing. (editors note : is

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A week can be a really long time.As a matter of fact, a week can feel like an absolute eternity.It goes back to my whole "Time is not linear" theory - you know the concept.It's like this.....the amount of time it takes for a root canal is, in linear time, about an hour. Give or take. But in non-linear time, it takes about a month. That is because each painfully horrifying second of a root canal

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If I take the time to think about itI mean, really think about itIt would scare the life out of me.Or if I take the time to think about itI mean, really think about itIt would fill me with a million fireflies.But if I take the time to think about itI mean, really think about itIt would make me run away, afraid of its truth.And If I take the time to think about itI mean, really think about itIt

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There are so many things I am excited about right now that I can hardly stand it.The excitement is the kind that leaves you feeling all tingly inside, as though your belly was filled with spiders and their long hairy legs are tickling you from the inside out. I love this kind of excitement. I feel as though I have been missing it for some time now. but guess what? IT'S BACK!For example, I am so

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So.41.It sounds so very foreboding - it's like the age of old or something... but it isn't - it is only 41.Only.Forty.One.So far, I am in love with 41.If I could clone an age and live it over and over again, it would be 41.41 is the year of magic. 41 is the year of me - the year streetsweep got her groove back.okay, okay, I know. I have only been 41 for less than 2 days now, but still....it feels

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What draws me to you?I feel somethingSome unknown connection....a pullI have never seen you before yet I see you every dayIn my thoughts, my musings, my worldI meet you and it's thereThe tingling of familiarityWe connect - somehowAre you a friend?A lover?A guide?A messenger?Who are you?

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How do you know if dinner is just dinner, or if dinner is actually a date?

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It might be time for something new. As a matter of fact, it is indeed time for something new. Actually, it is time for something new right! now!I am not sure what KIND of something new - just something.Something that inspires me - something that makes me want to do handstands and cartwheels - something that makes my insides jiggle with that goobly feeling that is sooooo good - something that

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So where do you find the balance between who you want to be, and who you really are?I truly try to live by a few simple rules in my life - live kindly, be honest, find joy in the small things, eat creme brulee on a regular basis...you know. The simple things.I like to think I am pretty in touch with who I am. I think about the good stuff, I think about the bad stuff, mull them all over and find

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**sigh**It's over for another year.The festive week of hanging with crazy chics, walking around so much my feet went numb, shopping for girlie clothes more than I thought I would ever do, drinking beer , and more beer, and more beer...it's all over for another year.Wait - allow me to add something of utmost importance here. The shopping for girlie clothes thing? I would like it to go on record

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So.Vacation.Now that is a word that brings emotion to the forefront!Vacation brings to mind thoughts of living freely , living openly, and living to excess.It has a certain ring to it, don't you think? It's like the bell for recess in junior school, when all you can think of doing is running outside as fast as you possibly can and being anywhere but in the class. It doesn't matter if all the

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A little known fact about me is that I have always wanted to be petite.It is probably because "petite" is the exact opposite of everything about me - I live large, I am large, I talk large - my personality has been described as "big". I am a big girl through and through. That is what leads me to wanting that petite thing - I have never been meek, I have never been tiny, I have never ever fit into

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Before and AfterI really think my makeover does him justice. Don't you?

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I rarely wish I had lived my life differently.I am happy with who I am and where I have ended up for the most part. I am a good person. I live an ethically responsible life - or at least I try to.I avoid meanness and cruelty in most forms. At least, I try to choose the kindest path when there is a choice. Sure I may falter at times. I mean, I can buy a tanktop at Walmart for $9 or at Penningtons

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I had written a very witty and eloquent post about taxes.It was funny, entertaining, and true to life.I shared with you all my fear of taxes, my joy in realizing I was getting a return this year instead of paying, and a detailed list of how or what I could spend it on.I talked of heavenly choirs, praising jesus, and sinners and saints. I spoke about our beloved government and their failure to

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Hey! Wait! I wasn't supposed to have a crappy day! You have it all wrong....You see, today was supposed to be wonderful! and amazing! And yummy! And HOT, dammit!I was going to sleep in, and wake up liesurely beside my grrl. Then, I was going to reach over.... touch her ever so lightly to gently wake her.....carress her, thereby hopefully lulling her into an affectionate mood.....nuzzle into her..

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I wish I had an apartment big enough to have a separate office and not a computer- right-beside-my-bed.I wish that my little pooch Mollie would live forever and ever.I wish that I could anonymously heal the hurts of everyone I love so they could truly enjoy where they are at, without apprehension.I wish I could find clothes that fit me right - not "sort of". They would hug that parts that should

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Dear Blog,It has been so very long since we have spoken with each other! How are you? How are things? I hope the wife and kids are well - don't you love watching the little bloglings grow? This is such an important time in their lives - I am sorry to be missing it.You see, dear blog, I have been very busy. I know, we are all busy and still need to find time in our days to maintain the important

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I cried because I had to - because I needed to.I cried for what is, what was, and what will no longer be.I cried for me, for you, and for us.I cried because I was angry - angry for what I have become.And I cried because I don't want to be that person.I cried for you because I care for you, and don't want to hurt you. And I cried for you because you cried for me.I cried for me, because I hurt

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I love mornings.Correction - I love mornings that I can sit around the house in my bathrobe, drinking coffee, hanging out on the net, and just generally being without having to do.Yes, it is a lovely day.Granted, I do have things I need to do. For example, I need to go to the gym. If I don't make it to the gym, last night's chocolate cake will attach itself directly to my legs and frankly brown

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I intentionally posted a piece of writing I did about 8 months ago below. I did it for a few reasons (which I really don't need to get into) but I did it more than anything as a reminder.It is a reminder to myself. You see, y'all don't need a reminder of things 8 months ago because the fact is you were not in my head and in my heart, so you would have no idea of the context in which this was

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remind me what it's liketo be young and free.remind me what it's liketo love with abandon,carelesscarefreeintoxicatingly.remind me about that timeyou remember the time -we walked hand in hand,noticing nothing but the electricity between our fingers-we were on fire, alit, together.remind me about that again, because I can't remember itmyself.remind me about passion.I think it's redit feels red and

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So, as I walk down the long and winding path we call life, things become more and more clear to me.And, some things become murkier - but lets not talk about those things. It will make this a much easier blog entry. And really, who wants to discuss things that are vague and unclear, really. I mean, what a waste of time and space, don't you think?So - about this path we call life. It's a pretty

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If I had a helium balloon, I might actually let it go flying way up high into the air.The sky would be blue - so very blue - one of those rare days where the blue is bluer than it has ever been and there is not a cloud in the sky. Wait - maybe there is one cloud. Just one. A big fluffy white cloud - the kind that when you are laying on your back and seeing things in the clouds you can see five

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Happy Birthday.It has been five years since we have spoken. I think of you often - most every day, in fact. You were my best friend, my confidante, my rock. You walked with me through good and bad - you were my bridesmaid when I got married, and the first person I told when I left him. You loved me when it felt like no one else would. You laughed with me through tears, and cried with me through

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I absolutely love this pic.Just sayin....

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There was a time I painted.I would just grab my paints, canvas board and colours, and go to it.I would put on music, get in my grubbie clothes, and just let whatever whacked out designs were in my heart flow through my hands and out onto the board. My paintings were not art - they were doodles. Big, giant, colourful doodles. They were my emotions put to music, my feelings through design, my hopes

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I have something inside me that feels so good.It's like a warmth - a spark - a light.It's a great feeling - and one I have missed. And it's back.Just saying :)

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There is this thing about magic, you see, that is exceptionally important to me.I am certainly not talking about abra-cadabra-presto-chicken-noodle-soup! magic. To be quite clear, that is actually called prestidigitation, not magic. There are secret, slight-of- hand movements that make prestidigitation possible, so it is in fact NOT magic. Merely trickery.I am alluding to real magic - the kind of

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Why do some songs feel like liquid love?They seep into your soul and course through your veins like life itself, filling you with feelings and longings, and making you realize that you are all that you can be at the same time as being never enough.Music moves me, as it does with everyone. What amazes me is the impact it has on the "here" and "now". Music can elate me, depress me, make me horny,

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Another list - just because it is MY BLOG and I can do whatever the hell I want. So there.Things that are important to me - part one.1. Comfy pillows. You see, I have this thing where if I sleep on the wrong pillows, my neck gets way too sore and I move like a hunchback for the next week. Hunchback chique may have worked for that dude in Notre Dame but it isn't such a good look on me. Go figure.2

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Men are wimps.That being said, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I am a big screaming lessie and have a big screaming lessie opinion about wimpy men. It has everything to do with the fact that I had to go in to work today and yesterday even though they were meant to be my days off.Why? you ask.Because men are wimps. And there is the thesis of this blog.Women are stronger and can

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1. Wow - it's only 10:00 a.m. and I am awake. What's up with that?2. If I was anywhere else but Toronto, I would probably be doing something much more exciting. However, since I am here and my bed is right beside me, maybe I will have a nap.3. I don't know if I like where I am at. I also don't know if I don't like where I am at. Both of these pieces of (or lack of) knowledge leave me somewhere

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I am about to write about one of the most unspeakable horrors of our time.I have spoken of it before, and there was no hellfire or damnation.There were no sirens, thunderbolts, or lightening strikes. So, I feel safe in mentioning it again.Yesterday.....(yes kids, only yesterday)......I did the unthinkable.I. Went. Shopping.Not just any kind of shopping. Sure, I got groceries, I got bread, I got

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I can't seem to find my way to the gym.I'm not lost - I know exactly where it is.All I have to do is get into my car, go east for 1 block, hang a left then a right and stay on course until I am there. 10 minutes, tops.It is so close I can almost throw a potato chip out my bedroom window and hit the treadmill.Almost.But I still can't seem to find my way there.It isn't like I am not ready to go -

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I have one of those feelings again.You know the one - the undefineable feeling that courses through you, as if someone has injected a strong dose of "vague" into your bloodsream.It starts feeling somewhat empty, progresses to feeling uncertain of any and everything and finishes usually with either a really good cry or a jumbo-sized package of chips and dip.Or both.I think I went to bed feeling

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There's something altogether disturbing about being called "gorgeous", "beautiful" and "darling" by someone I am sure is a worm-eating drunk.I never thought terms of endearment would get to me. They are usually so innocuous, so innocent and so sincere. However, for some reason, when this particular man comes into my store and calls me any one of those above names, it makes me want to immediately:

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Ah yes, I remember sleep.I remember sleep fondly, as a matter of fact. Sleep was everything to me - yes, that sleep....she is my kind of woman.Sleep is there for me when I need her - she stays with me at night, she holds onto me during my darkest hours, she offers me respite from my woes and comfort to heal the ills of the world. Ah, sleep....how I love you.If sleep were food, she would be a

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I have one thing to say.......Yesterday's date? Yummy.Saturday's date? Cancelled to make way for date#3 with yummy.Okay, so that was two things. So sue me.

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I suppose this feeling of my insides turning outside then back in again will disappear in time.At first I thought I had a touch of the flu, but after several days of intestinal dysphoria, I am beginning to accept that this is actually what dating feels like.Dating = bloating, gas and general stomach upset.Do you think they have the dating version of Pepto Bismol? I mean, they have Tylenol for

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There's something about the view up here from the bleachers that is really quite captivating.Of course, I have chosen the seat by the aisle for a few reasons.There's overflow room for my big butt which doesn't quite fit into the seat comfortably. I do the same thing is movie theatres and restaurants - bench seating is my friend. Room to spread, and no uncomfortable arm rests squeezing my hips

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So there I was, in the car on the way home, when it hits me.I had had a lovely dinner with GD and was coming home to my place of rest well fed and relaxed. There was the possibility of meeting "someone very important" when I got home. It might happen - it might not - but I wanted to be on my best behaviour and make a good impression.We don't need to go into who "someone very important" is right

streetsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02453344939743904506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268485.post-1140156371261992202006-02-17T00:57:00.000-05:002006-02-17T01:06:11.273-05:00

Can you see that big, gaping hole in my pride?That's right - that one. The one where "self respect" used to live.And can you see those feathers hanging out of my mouth? They are what's left of the CROW I have eaten, cause that's what I am doing now. Eating crow. Yup, uh-huh. you heard it first here! STREETSWEEP EATS CROWS! Well, they are made out of tofu of course. I would never eat a real crow -

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