DGIT.

love is a battlefield

So we were playing movie and tv theme songs this morning and wondered who would win in a fight to the death of  Shaft vs. Bond (Connery – none of them pansy-assess other Bonds)??

Vote and let us know what you think?

Cheers mate!

Firstly, I have to agree – that this Tiger Woods’ cheating scandal in no way should affect the public opinion of Tiger-the golfer” – for which we have come to know him for, and what he’s contributed to this sport – after all, his claim-to-fame was not “family-man of the year”.

All of this hoopla has arisen for 2 main reasons:
the first reason this scandal has taken on a life of it’s own – it as you rightly put it – “our hum-drum” lives are so boring – we have to look into the “closets” of others to feel better about ourselves or alive – whatever you want to call it – I heard this from hightly educated folks that watch Jerry Springer –the spectacle – makes them feel that hey “life’s not so bad after all – I don’t have 10 different baby-mamas – or my cousin isn’t cheating with my husband, etc…”

The second, and perhaps more interesting reason for this “insanity” is that we (the public) imposed this image of the “good family man” on him (with the help of his public image consultants) as it makes it easier on our brains to “categorize,” store and retrieve information on the a person. Humans in general have this “need” to have every thing in life categorized neatly as “good” or “bad” – so when we need support or guidance on a choice or decision – we reach into one of these 2 boxes in our memories to help everything to make “sense” if you will. For example:

“Not only is Tiger a GREAT golfer, but he’s also the perfect family-man”–Thus, Tiger = good (let’s put him in the “good box”) he can support my ideas on life and all that is “good.”

Where as, if I said
“Tiger Woods, good golfer, but Bad family man”
where do I classify him? How can he support my biases?

Most of us don’t have to make “golf” related decisions on a daily basis – but we do make consumer consumption-related decisions on a daily basis, let’s say – I have to buy some TP – who buys this premium brand of TP – that I can justify the “insanly priced” paper product purchase? Does Tiger?

All we have to access “Tiger” on as a person is “the bad family-man, cheater” – perhaps I won’t buy this TP after all – what would it say about “me” as a person – to use the same brand that he does? We humans are big on “generalizations.” There are no “boxes” for something that is neither good, nor bad. But this is another discussion on memory formation, storage and recollection that is for neither here nor there at the moment.

My last thought on this “Tiger matter” is that this is a private matter – that should be kept so for the simple reason that the innocent victims of this (Tiger’s wife and children and respective families) have to be subjected to this public humiliation over and over again -

This is a cruel and unusual punishment for these folks as when a “regular Joe” cheats on his wife – his spouse and children are given the space they need to grieve the loss of their family’s dynamics in peace, to sort out the feeling and potential courses of action they can and might persue, without bias from the entire world. Why shouldn’t Elin and co. be given the same respect?

Well, the most interesting thing I heard on why “Elin should not be given this right,” was actually from female members of my circle that not only would continue to support Tiger and the brands that he endorses (if there are still any left), but they also had a rather harsh opinion of his wife.

Their feelings on the matter, was that this was “par for the course” – if you will – that Elin, was a “nobody” before she latched on to Tiger for fame and money. (I thought she was doing quite well for herself in her “pre-Tiger” days – but what do I know?) So this is her punishment or “karma” for latching onto this “famous – wealthy” young man for the wrong reasons (i.e. not love). My circle of friends seems to be of the opinion, that Elin knew what she was getting into when she signed on for this “gig” and I call it that -as some believe this whole charade was an elaborate act on her part, that she got something out of this deal “farce of a marriage” – to bolster Tiger’s public image and make him more marketable – as a product) that she would have know he was a “cheater” in the early – pre-wedding days – but money was a far stronger and sweeter mistress for Elin, that she could overlook these small transgressions of Tiger’s cheating at the time- and now that he’s amassed a massive fortune, and she is past her sell-by-date, with 2 kids for extra added “ka-ching” in the bank account – it was time to call in her chips.

Everyone’s entitled to their opinions – and we don’t have to agree – but that’s my 5 cents worth on the Tiger-matter.

http://guyanesecooking.com/component/option,com_rapidrecipe/page,viewrecipe/recipe_id,9/Itemid,80/

YUMMY!!!

2)Some native Indian tribes eat…Frizzley bears (gosh, those bears with bad perms…)

3)The endangered species – The Woodland Bison, eat…glass (this could be part of their problem…)

Enjoy,

domestic goddess in training –who kan’t sleep.

Cooking with Canola and convo hijackings

So Domestic Goddess has gotten herself into another pickle….cooking with Canola baby!

Seems this was the topic that caused my nerves to be grated today after my Conola convo was hijacked. So what’s up with people hijacking my conversations in public places? I was in the grocery store today with my mate discussing Canola oil and the contreversy surrounding the “claimed”toxic oil – to which a (actually kinda hot) 35 year old ish man in front of us at the grocery store turned to us and started out the same way most of my convos get hijacked – to say – well I “couldn’t help but overhearing…”
Really? did you try not listening – perhaps ignorning?

“…but Canola is actually not a made-up oil – its a combination of Vegatable and corn oil”.”

hmmmm…all the info I’ve found doesn’t mention “corn”—but does mention – “man-made” from a hybrid of toxic-to-human plants…..natural you say–but doesn’t always equal good for you – like wine in copious amounts …

But the real thing bothering me I suppose – is not that I tend to get mis-informed…
but that random people feel compelled to let me know…..why is that?
do I have a sign on me that says – please educate stupid-ass me?
or perhaps I look helpless like a baby rabbit (albeit a cute one)–and if the latter is the case….you’d think I’d be scooped up to live at the Playboy mansion already …hey Hugh…I’m kidding….

All kidding aside…could anyone tell me what is causing this phenomenon from grocery store to ground coffee houses and pubs all over the city?

xoxo..Domestic Goddess-in-the-making

Mama said, you can’t hurry love (and so did Phil Collins)

Seems like Mama and Phil were right on the money…
Mama did tell me before she skedaddled outta my life was that you ain’t gonna find “the one” at a night club. So being me, I had to put a twist on it -and went to my first-ever singles mixer at a resturant/lounge in the heart of the gay village last night with some of my single ladies (and a married couple–no they’re not swingers). The goal of tonight was to raise the fun factor in my life after this insane week!

As we left the Wellsley Subway station, we wondered if there would be more 26 year old bunnies at this mixer, making us look cougarish….but upon entering the tiny but packed upper party room –we soon realised that that was the least of our problems. The octoganarian “resting” on the lounger by the ticket table at the door gave us a pretty good view of the rest of the evening – highly successful older men who didn’t quite put the same effort into finding a mate or even a date. They had become lazy…I mean they wore blazers and held nice drinks, but they looked uncomfortable in their own skin….like awkward little baby lizards trying to learn how to walk and socialize in the pack–and since it was hard to do…they gave up (and it showed in their eyes).

So we thought about leaving, but the ticket lady said – that’ll be 20 canadian dollars please, and what status are you looking for? Depending on your answer, you got a lei (that hawian flowery necklace – but this one was plastic from the dollar store–good times!) So here was the breakdown:
yellow = relationship
blue = dating
red = fling
Wouldn’t you know it – they were all out of blue – so I was brave and took the last red one!!

We eyed the room – and came to realise we were probably the youngest (amoung the males and females in the room). This was going to be interesting. TO THE BARCAVE! (I mean batcave…actually no….) some social lubricant was in order to help me grin and bear/bare it.

So the mixer/matcher was where all the ladies got a name of a female celebrity and their relationship status that you had to search for the partner that fit. Who the heck is married to Tricia Yearwood and in a relationship with Oprah!??? yeah those were my two card…
If you found your match, you went up to the ticket lady to get a number for the draw. After the prizes (spa gift certificates and a cruise!!–which I didn’t win… damn!) were given out at around 11pm – the room cleared out! I’m not sure if this was because:
a)people actually found what they came looking for?
or
b)they got the feck outta there – considering it a lesson learned.

But we were brave little soldiers – L and T found some interesting people that they were chatting up. And I too was talking to some sort of professor/life coach man. It got me thinking – if he coached other people into finding the happiness they want – what the feck was he doing here like the rest of us lost souls?

That should of been my first clue. But we kept on talking, about of all things Darwin, and theories of evolution (while slightly inebriated after my second martini this was even more interesting). Things were going along swimmingly, until…he started asking about personal stuff – which made me think this was a 47 year old professional with 2 teenage kids might had come into this event with preconcieved notions of the woman he was going to meet – cause things went quiet when he got he answers to his questions about starting families and past relationships—those are questions better suited for 3rd dates – their minefields no matter how you slice them.
So that was it–he shutdown and sat down—not before trying to set me up with his even older friend! WTF!

But the night was not a total loss….I didn’t let this one weirdo get me down…I went downstairs to avoid the unisex bathroom on our floor – and wouldn’t you know it – ended up having an amazing chat with this hot asian woman–she was so chic it hurt! It was all about the short hair – I asked her who cuts her hair – and she was actually at the party downstairs with her gay HAIR DRESSER!!! She was going to get his card – while I went to release the 3 drinks I had had. A few seconds into my business I heard voice “is the short haired girl in here?” why yes I am!
we ended up having a great talk – she asked me if I was a lesbian…after tonight honey – I might just be…LOL….she laughed….these singles parties are always frought with perils. She finally gave me the number and I returned to my “party” upstairs where there was good dancing to be had – the music was great…and my mates were having fun….but it made me miss London… cause no one parties quite like the brits!

As the night wore on, we actually met some younger guys (they seemed gay but what the heck) that wanted us to come to a swingers club on Queen with them in the near future—although they were both single! the catch was to get in you had to have a partner (probably to be able to do a wife-swap) WTF!! They just wanted to see what went on inside these hedonistic Edens….the secret mating lives of bees..I mean bored married people….

I have to say, I went in this thing with no expectations, but to have fun – and I came out with so much more:
1)good exercise from the dancing in stilletos
2)a number for a new hairdresser (his name is Angel—and he’s so hot)
3)learned a lesson about dating in the urban jungle….mixer parties just don’t work!

well mates…this is the domestic-goddess-in-training signing off…
until next time…

Laundry Blues (and whites, and colors…)

My hot new H&M dress is now officially a tiny “tight” shirt! Mom, why didn’t you teach me how to do laundry the proper way? i.e. not the “boy” way of chucking everything in the washer with a dash of Tide.

Now I’ve always been known as the infamous “laundry-ruiner” in all my past incarnations as a domestic goddess-in-the-making; anything from tattered thongs (sorry sis – I now know those delicate pieces of string you call “underwear” need to be placed ever so delicately into a whatchamacallit–oh garment bag),… to turning my Ex’s beloved messenger bag from army green to grisley gray (who knew Oxy-clean actually cleaned out the color too? WTF!)

I thought I was doing great by actually seperating colors today – washing all the pinks, plums, and reds together (minus the Oxy clean). But alas, I was distracted by brooding Emo – turned hottie called Adam Lambert on American Idol tonight…I was so captivated I totally missed the “reading the garment label” step – that clearly said (in 15 languages) – “Do not put in dryer.” Clothing manufacturers really ought to make clothes comes bigger care-instruction labels—and with lots of color! like warnings in GIANT RED letters! Or sensor tags (like those anti-theft tags) that let off a screech if you try to put them in the dryer! I suppose that might be hard to fit on a tiny thong….ok..ok…I get it….I have to get into the habit of reading those damn labels!

So, dear friends, and fashion-lovers, it’s with great sadness in my heart that I bid farewell to my precious plum colored piece of couture (I wish). A memorial service will be held for “shorty” before it is laid to rest with all of the other dearly departed dresses (shirts, pants, once-white-now-tie-dyed-bikinis) in my garment graveyard. Donations (for extra-strong prescription glasses) and bottles of color-safe detergents will be accepted in lieu of flowers.

Until next time, this is Domestic-goddess-in-the-making signing off…

xoxo
DGITM

Thanks for the tip Blu –