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Pros and Cons of being a lefty

July 13, 2006 by Tricia

Thirteen Things about being left handed!

1…. There’s probably more cons than pros to being a lefty, but I try to turn the cons into pros as often as I can take for example:

2…. Eating with others at a table – be it round, square or rectangle. Many lefties eat with the fork in the right hand and knife in the left but I use them the “correct way” fork in left, knife in right. But being a lefty it’s my left arm that’s moving the most and when I sit next to right handed people we bump elbows. A lot. How to turn this into a pro? Tell the waiter/ waitress or host that you are a lefty and ask to sit at an outer left hand corner of the table. You might even get to sit at the head or foot of the table if you mention that you are a lefty. The pro is that you end up with more room than many of the other dinners. I haven’t thought of any solutions for round table dinning except to try not to sit at one.

3…. Lefties usually write with the paper slanted to the right. School desks made for right handed students were a big problem – very hard to use if you are a lefty. Luckily I’m not in school anymore so I very rarely encounter “right handed” desks.

4…. I do have a problem when I sit at other peoples computers or use the computers at work. They are usually set up for right handed people. Most of the time I just have to move the mouse, but sometimes I can’t because the mouse cord is too short. Other times the whole set up is too difficult for me to use- the angle of the monitor is wrong, and or the keyboard is placed in a difficult to use place.

5…. Scissors! My first memory of using scissors is in kindergarten. I think it was my adventures with scissors that made me realize as a kid that I was just a little bit different from most of the other kids. I can remember how sore those little scissors made my hand feel when I tried to cut the construction paper. My inner thumb and outer index finger would end up blistered if I did a lot of cutting – and that still happens if I can’t find left handed scissors when I need a pair. Since I’m the chief scissor user in the house all of the scissors are left handed. Poor Chris.

6…. A lot of tools and kitchen appliances are difficult or even dangerous for lefties to use. Knives that are serrated only on one side often do a poor job in the hands of a lefty. I have a special bread slicing knife that my sister gave me as a gift but I can’t use it at all. Potato peelers, manual canopeners, even pitza cutters are tedious to use. Yes many of these items are made for lefties now but they can be hard to find and more often than not are more expensive.

7…. I have left handed pruners for my gardening but I had to special order the kind that I wanted and they cost about $20 more than the right handed model of the same kind.

8…. Only left handed people are in their Right mind. Have you heard that one before? The left side of the brain controls the right side of the body, and the right side controls the left side of the body. So I’m in my right mind … maybe, well sometimes.

9…. Being right minded, it’s said that left handed people are more creative than many right handers. I am creative, well at least I think so. I like to draw, and I used to do a lot of graphic arts, my husband who is a muscian says I have a good singing voice so I guess I can sing. I enjoy photography but I’m not sure that I’d call that a talent just yet, however I am working on it.

10…. Studies have indicated that left handed people have a higher incidence of autoimmune disorders – inflammatory bowel disease (Ulcerative colitis, crohns), Arthritis, lupus … Unfortunately I’m one of the lefties with Crohns.

11…. Toilet paper. You don’t realize how important toilet paper placement is until you are left handed and the toilet paper is to the far right and perhaps set up so that the paper comes from the back of the roll (under). It’s hard to use that way. We have to use our right hand to get it, and for me the rolls that are set up so that the paper comes from under the roll – usually at the back of the dispenser or against the wall are the hardest to get at.

12…. Pens that have ink in them that doesn’t dry almost immediately when it’s put to paper are a royal pain too. Lefties end up smearing what they’ve written or end up with ink on the outside of their hand.

13…. I guess another pro of being left handed is that we learn to adapt to situations easily. We have to – we live in a right handed world and we need to use our right hands probably far more often than most right handed people have to use their left.

Bonus – A con. It’s hard for right handed people to teach lefties things that are “very” right handed. Things like knitting for example … some people have tried to teach me in the past but they ended up confusing both themselves and me in the process. My husband has been supposed to teach me guitar for over a decade now but he’s hesitant since I’m left handed. Maybe someday he’ll teach me the right handed way and I’ll figure out how to do it left handed on my own. Back to kindergarten – I can remember a teacher trying to teach me to tie my shoes – even that can be hard for a righty to teach a lefty.

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Filed Under: Entertainment, Home and Lifestyle, Thursday Thirteen Tagged With: left handed, lefties, lefty, Thursday 13, Thursday Thirteen

Cherry Street Dock Area

July 12, 2006 by Tricia

Wordless Wednesday

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Filed Under: Wordless Wednesday Tagged With: boats, Canada, Cherry Street, Docks, heavy clouds, photo, Toronto, water, Wordless Wednesday

Why do guys always want to get into my bathing suit?

July 11, 2006 by Tricia

It seems that men have always had some strange sort of fascination for my bathing suits, and a strong desire to get into them. Well some men anyway.

By in them, I literally mean IN them. Oh yes I do!

I remember back when I was dating this guy named Michael. We had an on again, off again kind of relationship. Actually he traveled around a lot because he was trying to start a music career so we sometimes went months without seeing each other, but he’d always show up again eventually.

I can’t remember what exactly I liked about him, but I do remember what I didn’t like. He was the kind of guy that would suggest going out to dinner or to a movie and never ended up having his wallet with him when it came time to pay the bill. Yeah, that kind.

One of the last times that I saw him he’d just come back into town, from God knows where, and ended up at my door sometime late in the evening. He had no place to stay and wanted to rekindle some of the old sparks I guess. I must have let him stay over and then went to work the next day, or else I went out for some reason and left him alone in my apartment, long enough for him to have started exploring and going through my drawers and closets.

Whatever the reason I was out, I did eventually come home. I found him in my bedroom. I walked in to say hello and to ask him what he was doing and I was greeted with the most unexpected display!

He was standing there dressed in one of my one piece bathing suits!

I was shocked!

He was fascinated, happy, and more than a little bit excited. I, however, wasn’t the least bit excited by the view of him prancing around in my bathing suit that was stretched to the limit on his muscular and hairy body.

Total turn off!

Then to top it off … he pulled out one of my skirts – a pink one, and put that on too while I stood in utter amazement unable to utter a word.

Needless to say the skirt didn’t do anything for me either. Perhaps another colour might have done the trick? … but no, a hot pink mini and a tight black bathing suit and hairy chest was just so not my thing.

As he was reaching for another one of my clothing items – another skirt, a dress, a piece of lingerie? I can’t remember now, I was attempting to get him out of my bedroom and out the door. I was successful in removing him from the premises.

To this day I have no idea if he was taking advantage of a secret indulgence to wear womens clothing while I was away, or if he had been planning to surprise me and hopefully get me turned on by the jaw dropping display of him in my swimwear.

The next time he showed up at my door, perhaps a year later, Chris answered. I believe Michael stayed for less than 5 minutes and has never been back since.

After that last meeting I was fairly certain that I would never encounter another man that wanted to get into my bathing suit again … well, at least in the wrong, the oh so very wrong, kind of way, that is.

That was not to be. I was the one who was wrong.

Saturday night, as I sat by the Hot tub tending my wounded knee and glaring at my husband frolicking around in the water in an alcohol induced euphoria, I decided to pull out my bikini to show the hot tubbers that I really had been prepared to join them this time round. The last time I ended up at a hot tub party was just under a month ago, only I didn’t know they had a hot tub, and coax as they might, nothing would induce me into getting into the tub that night and showing off my in need of a shave legs! See, If I’d known, I would have been ready … but no way was I baring my legs that night.

As I pulled out my purple bikini bottom and waved it in the air, my brother in law, who the hot tubbers had also been relentlessly trying to coax into the tub, declared that he’d be happy to borrow my bikini and get in.

I made that bikini disappear so fast you would have thought I’d waved a magic wand or did an “I dream of Jeanie” nod of my head. They were gone, never, never to be seen again by my brother-in-law!

Now, women in mens clothing? Sometimes that’s cute. However men in womens clothing is NOT cute, at least not if they are trying to turn on their girlfriend. Then again, they’ve come out with Manties now, so maybe I’m wrong about the whole guy wearing feminine clothing being a turn off for women?

What do the women say? Ever walked in and found your boyfriend or spouse trying on your more feminine clothing items? Turn on or turn off?

Men, don’t feel excluded, I’d love to hear your take on this topic too … any secret desires to wear your ladies bikini or lingerie? Speak up.

Filed Under: Entertainment, Fashion, Home and Lifestyle, Humor, Recreation, Relationships and Dating, Socializing Tagged With: bathing suit, bikini, cross dresser, dinner, men, men womens clothes, strange, turn off, turn on, women

It could only happen to me

July 10, 2006 by Tricia

Geez, I thought bad things only happened in threes? Whatever happened to that anyway?

Maybe I’m doing “3 of a kind” bad things? Or perhaps someone has a Voodoo doll with my name on it and they’ve cursed me? Yeah, that’s it, someone is sitting at home right now sticking pins in a weird looking doll.

This absolutely has nothing to do with the strange fact that every summer, for most of the last 6 years, I’ve managed to injure one of my lower extremities. Nope. Nor does it have anything to do with me being the klutz of the century. Uh huh, no it’s a curse I tell ‘ya.

Here’s the tally, for those of you that haven’t been keeping track:

Last week- first bad comment on this site (not so bad but it counts, ok?); then a hacker breaks into my domain and adds their own “ringtone” directory and steals my bandwidth; and finally our 50″ DLP T.V. fails to start on Wednesday morning – we think it’s blown its lamp ($350 to replace) and hope to have a replacement sometime this week.

Then, for the personal injury run of three bad things –

1. March: I fell flat on my face, or rather my jaw and split the skin and tissues right to the bone. The scar is still healing, and my jaw still hurts in places.

2. Yesterday – spectacular knee injury!

Usually my annual summer injury has something to do with my feet or ankles -sprains, badly torn tendons … last year, I didn’t injury myself, but it was only by the skin of my teeth that I missed out on that one. Chris and I were helping a friend put in a outdoor patio and pergola and had been using an auger? to dig 3 or 4 foot deep holes. What do I do? I backed right into one and landed with one of my legs in a hole almost to the hip. Scraped the heck out of my knee and was bruised pretty good, but since it was only scrapes and bruises I’m not counting it.

3. ? some unknown injury coming soon to a blogger near you – probably ME. I’m not going to count the bowel obstruction that I had the week before last, or my two year crohns flare … I think those items fall into their own special category.

Just what did I do to my knee? I’m sure some of you want to know? Even if you don’t want to know, I’m going to tell you, you know that don’t you?

The act of injury really isn’t all that interesting. I simply tripped and fell. And no I wasn’t drunk. I’ll admit that I had had two or three drinks, but they had been imbibed over 4 hours and I’d just finished a spectacular dinner of deep fried turkey, BBQ’d steak, cabbage rolls, lasagna, a multitude of salads (potato, pasta, veggie, coleslaw) and even a small piece of cake.

I was feeling a little cool so I was walking with my boarder back to the car to get my sweater. We were talking one minute and the next I was feeling my left ankle twist and I was headed for the pavement. All I could think of was “stick your arms out, don’t get your face AGAIN!” LOL I landed solidly on my hands and knees. Stop thinking dirty.

I had walked over a curb on a street that still needed it’s final paving so the curb wasn’t smooth, it was V shaped. My foot must have hit the wrong part of the curb and boom down I went.

Both knees were scraped since I was wearing shorts, but I knew my right knee had taken the brunt of the fall. I sat there in the middle of the road with my knees stinging listening to my boarder call out “Chris Tricia knelt” Chris Tricia Knelt” Remember she’s still learning English, so this was a perfect opportunity to teach her the correct phrase – No, Angela – it’s “Tricia fell, and tell him to get the hell over here!”

Chris and Angela helped me hobble back into the house and then my very drunk husband went back outside to the party. The girls took over and tended to my wounds, but as I looked at my right knee I knew I’d done a good one, or as it’s coming to be known “Pulled a Tricia”. I had a nice egg like swelling below and on the outside of my kneecap.

Hmm that’s never happened before. Looks like I have two kneecaps now, well actually a total of three. Kneecaps wear out eventually don’t they? Maybe it’s a good thing to have what appears to be a spare?

Maybe not.

I knew there was no way that I was going to get my husband to leave so I sat with my leg propped up with an ice pack on my knee. The swelling increased and increased. I was in PAIN. Hubby was in the hot tub. Nothing was going to get him out, and he was determined to get me in there. Uh huh Hon, I’ve got and open wound, I don’t think our hosts would really appreciate that. Not to mention that I couldn’t walk, and I’d probably wipe out trying to get into the darn Hot tub anyway.

The injury occurred around 9 p.m and I finally convinced Chris that I was badly injured and that we needed to leave at around 3 a.m. Naturally we were the last to leave as per usual. We decided that we’d leave early the next morning and get back to Toronto so I could go to a hospital and probably have the fluid drained from my knee. Know what time we left Brantford? 3:30 p.m. I’m not going to say anymore about that other than Chris is definitely in the doghouse. Big Time. He’s a great guy and all, but when he’s in party mode there’s obviously no stopping him.

On the way home we were approaching the African Lion Safari near Hamilton Ontario. Our Korean border had never been to anything like that before. It’s kind of a zoo with lions and Monkeys that you drive through, and the animals are often right at your car and or jumping on your car (or chasing it). I suggested that we go. Hey I wouldn’t have to walk, you just sit in the car for that, and it was something interesting for Angela to see. “Oh no”, Chris said, “we have to get you to a hospital”. Now the concern? What was one more half hour when I’d already been in major pain for at least 18 hours? Guess it was too much because we didn’t go.

We finally got home and then went to the hospital. The ER was fairly quiet for a Sunday. Usually it’s just packed. It took less than 1.5 hours for me to get in, go to minor treatment, go to xray and then be seen by a doctor. That’s pretty good and had nothing to do with my being staff there. It was quiet enough that everything was moving well.

The doctor said that I have a good sized pool of blood on my knee. It’s going to end up being one heck of a bruise that will travel down my shin. Nice- I have a huge family re-union BBQ next weekend. I might have a torn ligament, and or a torn meniscus. We’ll see how things go over the next day or two. I have to try to stay off my feet. Uhm the bathroom and bedroom are both upstairs, computer- main floor … TV’s not working so that doesn’t matter.

If I keep injuring myself like this I think I should invest in one of those electric stairway chairs. What do you think?

Did I tell ya Chris’ new nickname for me yet? It’s “Hop Along Hunny”

So, I’m sitting here with my leg propped up on a stool, ice pack over the knee, and I’m typing away. Moving my knee the tiniest bit hurts pretty bad, and I haven’t quite figured out the best way to get up and down the stairs without wanting to scream.

I really don’t understand my personal run of bad luck and all the falls I’ve had this year. I think it’s time to take matters into my own hands.

By taking matters into my own hands, I’m going to break my personal ethics here and beg for donations.

I want your bubble wrap and I want it ASAP. If you can’t send bubble wrap, money will do, and I’ll use that to buy new bubble wrap.

My plan is to wrap myself in bubble wrap every time I need to go outside. I figure if I wind enough layers of it over my body I can’t possibly hurt myself if I fall. The sound of my falling might be pretty amazing too – can you imagine the sound of thousands of bubbles popping all at once?

Wait! I might go deaf if that happens.

Or worse, the sound might draw the bubble wrap popping fanatics out of the woodwork and I might get attacked by a mob of crazed bubble poppers.

That could be scary! I don’t even want to think about it.

Maybe I need to re-think this plan? What about a human sized gerbil ball that I could enclose myself in and just roll to where ever I want to go? Could anything go wrong with that plan?

Does anyone know if bubble wrap or heavy duty plexiglass (aka huge gerbil ball) offer protection against voodoo curses? or even genetically programmed klutziness?

I need answers people. Quick now, before I hurt myself again.

Filed Under: Health Fitness and Beauty, Pulled a Trish Tagged With: Bad Luck, bubble wrap, crohn, crohns, cursed, doctor, fell, friend, General Musings, home, Hospital, house, injured, knee, knee injury, pain, Party, voodoo, weekend

The Lilies are Blooming

July 9, 2006 by Tricia

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My lilies have been taking turns blooming over the past week and a half and they are just gorgeous. most of them are a brilliant orange or bright yellow but a few are like the one that I’ve pictured above. Lovely.

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Filed Under: Green Thumb Sunday Tagged With: garden, Gardening, Green Thumb Sunday, Lilies, Lily, plants

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