Internet Dating

8 07 2012

I could not sleep last night so I was looking at my email and decided to peruse some of the online dating sites that send me umpteen messages a day promising me a perfect match to see what men looking for love actually said about themselves.

 Seriously guys, if I were looking for a date I certainly would not be sending an email or a wink” to the shirtless overweight guy who took his picture with his phone via his bathroom mirror and who posted his online name as “ islandbambam” , ballawax or Fluffyguy. The thoughts that went through my mind while reading those names made me cringe.

 I was shocked at how many of the opposite sex posted pictures of themselves in costumes. If I were looking for a mate (and I’m not so don’t try setting me up with all of your bachelor friends) I would want to know about the person not what they look like as a character from Planet of the Apes or Scooby Doo. It had me imagining them on a coffee date with someone who decided to give them a chance ordering banana’s or Scooby snacks. I laughed out loud at grandpa who was trying to tell the online dating world that he was 48 when it was obvious that he was in his 70’s.

Tell the truth please. If you are 5’9 say you are 5’9 and not 6 feet and not justify it by saying you were wearing lifts the day that you measured.  Athletic and toned does not mean you built up your beer belly while watching football and hockey and I am not naïve I know the touque you are wearing in your profile picture is to hide that you are lacking in the hair department.

I think online dating is like buying that surprise bag at the drug store. You pay $9.95 for a brown paper bag filled with a promised $150 worth of product. You buy it because you are curious about the contents and you are hopeful that you will have the one bag that filled with the hottest products on the market. When you get to the car you open it up because you can’t wait and you find it filled with last year’s fad’s and items nearing or past it expiry date.  The sad thing is that I have bought more than one of these bags more than once in my life. I guess it is just like people who go back and peruse the online dating sites after every bad experience or less than ideal coffee date always hoping that there is something better and more exciting out there.

I know that some people do find true love on these sites. One of my best friends found her boyfriend on a dating site however she went on many a bad date before she found a keeper.  I had a few laugh until I peed moments listening to her stories like the one of the guy who brought her a bottle of wine to a coffee date at Starbucks and told her all about life living at home with mom. She had one fellow email her within seconds of their date telling her how she was his soul mate and how he could see them spending the rest of their lives together. RED FLAG RED FLAG!!!

I think the reason that my friend was lucky in love on a dating site was that both her and her now boyfriend, were completely honest in their profiles. They did not try to make themselves out to be something they aren’t. I think finding your perfect match is like winning the lottery. You keep buying tickets and hope and pray that you win but only have a one in a billion chance of being successful.  I honestly don’t think that anyone will ever meet the “perfect” mate. I once had a friend’s mom tell me that when choosing a life partner that you just had to find a set of faults you could live with. I think she was completely bang on with that.  The one thing I do know for sure is that when I do throw my hat back in to the dating ring that there is no ballawax in my future.

My Passion

3 07 2012

I was sitting in my vehicle tonight while my son and his lacrosse team were practicing in a major downpour. I was feeling bad for them having to endure the cold and the rain and was hoping in all honestly that the coach would call practice early.   I was thinking that they would be cold and miserable at the end of practice in wet gear that would have to be dried in time for their first playoff game tomorrow night.

As I expected the practice went right until it was scheduled to end but I was taken back at the demeanor of all of the players. They were laughing and joking around with each other. Not one of the kids said they were cold or complained that they were soaked all the way through their gear to their skin. They were talking about things they had done in practice and discussing what players to be on the watch for at tomorrow’s game. I realized at that moment that they did not care about the rain or the cold. They were happy to be there because they were with their friends playing a sport that they all loved. They are passionate about the game so it didn’t matter what the weather was like they just wanted to play.

I feel the same way about certain things in my life. For instance I am extremely passionate about chocolate. My best friend Michele and I were in Bellingham this past weekend and we were hitting up all of our regular stores to pick up some cheap groceries and items that we don’t yet have in Canada. We were at a Walmart that we had never been to before and on the way out I took a different exit and ended up going the wrong way down the road. I turned at the next light so I could get us travelling in the right direction again when Michele yelled (and I don’t mean spoke loudly) yelled “Belgian Chocolate Tasting”. She caught me off guard but I yelled back” I’m turning around” I am not sure I even looked to see if anyone was coming. All I heard was chocolate and free and knew it was in the opposite direction.

Michele’s head stayed facing the direction of the sign. I am not sure how she did it but I swear it’s true. When we got back to the corner we saw the sign but all that was on the corner was a Christian Evangelical Church. I asked her if she thought that was how they recruited new members and if she thought we would come out born again christians.  She wasn’t sure and for a moment we both thought that it was some creative marketing on behalf of the church.  I did know for sure that we were both praying that wherever this place was (and we were determined to find it) that it was open.

We drove into an industrial area and there we spotted a commercial door that said “Chocolate Necessities. What a perfect name for a chocolate shop. I know that for me there are times when chocolate is definitely a necessity and without going into why that day was one of them!!

 We quickly parked the car and headed in. We were barely through the door when I heard Michele asked the young girl working there about the free tasting. Patience is definitely not one of my bff’s strong points when it comes to chocolate, or popcorn or…. let’s just say she is not known for her patience.

 The clerk was more than accommodating and taught us so much about all of the different types of chocolate. We were fortunate to have arrived on a day where Kevin the chocolatier was on site to fill in the blanks for us.  I had always thought that there were 3 different types, white, milk and dark but there are many more. My new favourite chocolate is one called Vanuatu which is a mixture of both light and dark which is perfect for those of you that love milk but would like to make the move towards dark because it is healthier for you.

I think I was probably one of their best sales of the day because I purchased a couple bars of each type to hide away in my freezer for when a chocolate emergency hits and they do hit me quite often since my recent separation (which is why my regular workout routine starts again tomorrow). I wonder if the rate of chocolate consumption goes up as the divorce rate climbs?  I’ll have to google that!!

Michele and I both walked out of there very happy women! We were both very satisfied and neither of us were leaving the states belonging to a new religion.

If you are ever in the Bellingham area please pop by Chocolate Necessities at 4600 Guide Meridian or visit them online at

Oh Canada

1 07 2012

Oh Canada.

Oh Canada

1 07 2012

I was thinking about what I could write for a Canada Day blog while having my shower this morning. I decided after much pondering that I would write about the most patriotic person I know. I am not sure that this person even realizes how patriotic he is but I have known him his entire life and have seen the patriotism evolve.

He was born in 1971 in Ottawa our Countries Capital City to a member of the Canadian Military and his wife so he was off to a good start to being a true patriot. My first experience of his patriotism was when I was in kindergarten and he was still a little rascal trying to chew his way out of his crib (not kidding he actually chewed his way through his crib like the “Canadian beaver”). Every night before he went to sleep he would ask me to sing to him Oh Canada. is His exact words and I still remember them to this day was “Oh Cadada Cher, Oh Cadada. I would belt out my rendition of Oh Canada as I remembered it from my sessions at kindergarten and he loved every single off key second of it. It was his favourite song until some unpatriotic sole introduced “The wheels on the bus” to him at about age 3- thanks mom.

Thank you to our Canadian constitution for allowing free speech because he is able to express his ever so harsh opinions at times to people who would much rather not hear them and not end up in a Canadian jail.

His favourite sport is hockey (it is not Canada’s national sport but should be) which he played until a heart condition forced him to stop playing competively for safety reasons. His favourite player and idol is Wayne Gretzky of whom he had the pleasure of finally meeting last month at the David Foster (another famous Canadian) Foundations 25th Anniversary Celebration.

Anyone who knows him knows without a doubt that his favourite team is the Montreal Canadiens. It could be from the HABS ball cap he wears, to the memorabilia that adorns his office or could be because of the HABS logo he shoveled into the snow on his neighbour’s ( not a HABS fan) front lawn this past winter.

He played basketball in junior high winning a provincial championship in a game that was created by a Canadian James Naismith and loves to rub it in to friend and fellow Canadian Steve Nash that he may play in the NBA but he does not have a BC Championship ring like he does.

Once in his 20’s he was randomly attacked coming out of one of the local night clubs in downtown Victoria and was able to save himself a severe beating by two young men as a result of the moves he learned from all those years watching the Hart family (Canadian Icons) and WWE Wrestling.

He and his girlfriend have two beautiful daughters one named Mackenzie ( hmmm we had a Prime Minister named Sir Alexander Mackenzie 1764-1820) and one named Dawson who I am sure was named after Dawson City up in the Yukon and not because her mom had a wicked crush on Dawson from the show “ Dawson’s Creek as it is rumoured.

He not only drinks Molson Canadian beer (it has been responsible for the beer belly he has gained and lost numerous times of the years) but he works for them as a sales rep. How much more Canadian can you get.

Every Canada Day long weekend he celebrates by getting together with old friends up at the lake where they have a lobster boil after a game of golf. On the way up to the lake he is sure to stop at Tim Horton’s for a steeped tea because he chooses Tim Horton’s over Starbucks

This weekend everyone will wait in anticipation of the Canada Day outfit and antics he has planned.

This Canada I celebrate being Canadian and my brother, Brent Dobbie, the most patriotic person I know.