Closet space... and not the storage kind.

Hello My Blog Readers...

It's been awhile since I had a chance to spurt out randomness to you all, or even had a chance to discuss the single gal issues I've been dealing with as of late. Summer has pretty much hit us, and honestly I do love the sunny days, but I don't like the sweaty, smelly people, horrid fashion walking the streets and the bare skin of people I do not want to EVER see in the nude.  My apartment has had the air on since February because for some reason it is uncontrollably hot on my floor? The nasty neighbour below complains that my air con drippings are hitting his windowsill and I have to fix that situation?? Okay pal, wait for that. LOL

Anywho, these past few months for me have been difficult, Still trying to get over the breakup, which has been hard. Never expected it to happen that way, never expected love to disappear overnight, but it did, and I think the shocker for me was how it was done. Like a quick jab in the heart by some runaway assailant. Just left feeling cold, alone and wondering why me? ... but, being who I am, I am surviving and trying to move into a more positive direction. Focusing on myself, and where I need to putty up the holes in my life.

In this healing time, Mr.Polar bear walked back into my life. I accepted him in... not just back into my life, but actually my living space!?! I don't know why I did, but it was a good thought at the time. The "two weeks" time line turned into three months. I have to admit, we had fun. It was never a dull moment at home, we did have a good laugh or 50 each day, and he became one of my closest friends. So, Mr.Polar bear, if you are reading this, I would like to say thank you for being you and making my life a lil' carefree. Although, your lifestyle drove me nuts!
 
It takes a lot to live with someone. They have to mesh well with you, otherwise it's just a bomb waiting to blow in your face.

Mr.PB did come along with his baggage too, a lot of it, with past peoples baggage too...it just didn't match my set, it had to change or go. So...it's gone.

Life is hard, and like I said, before opening one door and walking in with your stuff, your "life luggage"... make sure you let the landlord know you need a lot of closet space, and not the storage kind...

Blog soontimes!

XOXO

This past year I have been fascinated with my nails, nail art and colours. There are so many styles, colours, designs and they all get me super giddy!
As a child, I had the nasty habit of biting my nails. It was quite hard breaking out of the habit. My mother used to buy "Thumbs" (A special liquid that tasted bitter) and brush my nails with it, or pepper sauce... None of it really worked. I stopped on my own when I was 13, it was difficult.  Now at age 35, I have long strong nails, and my fave past time is to design them with bright colours, gems, line art, textures.  An asian lady that lives in my building and owns a salon asked where I had my nails done! LOL :)

It's funny how a nasty habit in my life, changed into a love and hobby.

In time, I will do the same with relationships. Break out of the nasty habit of meeting Mr. Wrong, Mr. Mental, Mr. I Don't Know What I Want, and change how I approach entering into a new relationship with any man. 

Find that love who is worth my time and paint my life with bright colours and design a beautiful future...

One nail polish stroke at a time.