genetics

In this morning's Globe, there was an article on a growing trend of DNA testing to help predict our medical futures - specifically, testing to pinpoint illnesses and conditions one may be predisposed to because genetics tell us so. Mind you, it is a growing trend among the upper class - each test is $2000 with a full 'bells and whistles' program costing $6000.

These 'longevity specialists' have discovered an untapped market of the rich and stupid. For example, one client and I quote "a smoker, learned he faces a higher risk of lung cancer and it cemented his will to quit". No shit sherlock. I guess the fact that lung cancer is the most preventable of all human cancers, 1 in 12 canadians will die from it and it remains the leading cause of cancer wasn't cause enough.

Basic common sense seems to have gone out the window. We know many of these ailments are hereditary and if one's family has a history of heart attacks, cancer, althzhimers or diabetes - do we really need a test to tell us 'that we face a higher risk of ______________"? Aren't these things generally already on our radar?

the 40 year old virgin

watching this flick with your parents is just weird.

that'll learn me

i lost my wallet.
getting out of the cab last night, ridiculously inebriated at 9PM after a xmas luncheon that lasted a lot longer then it should have...
now i'm completely hungover and have been traipsing around the city to renew, re-apply and cancel my entire life.
i hate when i do stupid things like this.
if there is a santa, i'd give all my new toys away for someone to return my wallet. with the money and unspent gift cards would be even better but i'd settle without.

my girls

One fabulous benefit of being single is the opportunity to spend a ridiculous amount of time with my girlfriends, a mix of single, married and nearly marrieds..who I think, are equally hooked on and protective of our time together.

Since the dissolution of my last significant relationship just over two years ago i've managed to develop my own sex & the city world and grow more and more fond of the time i share with these amazing girls each episode.

At our weekly Monday dinner ritual a few weeks ago, I sat back for a few minutes, consciously taking in the smiles, laughter and warmth I felt, recording the memory as it was unfolding - knowing it would prove invaluable years from now.

I love where I am in my life and I can say that with the utmost honesty. But I do have to admit, for all the gossip laden brunches this phase seems to be generating, I secretly hope it doesn't take me another 10 years of weeding out the Russians to find my Mr. Big;)

scratch that

okay, so i was wrong.
cute boy did call.
we went for a drink.

cute boy is an inept converationalist with what i can only guess is total ADD.
but still cute.

it probably won't materialize into much of anything but given the small taste of wares I had on fri eve, i am not going to rule out the possibility that I may have finally found a friend with benefits.

text messaging - part II

I must clarify on one point from an earlier post on text messaging...it isn't that I WAS a moron when it came to texting....apparently i still AM a total moron when it comes to the skill and art of texting.

If there was any shot of me getting a date with the cute guy i met on friday...my guess is that after what has been an absolute poor display of text messaging prowess...I have likely killed all hope of that.

this has to be is my punishment for eating the friggin marshmallow.

my "dash"

I think mandatory attendance at random strangers funerals on a periodic basis would do good things for mankind.

I attended the funeral of my friend L's mum on Fri and first, I must say, though i never knew her, it is obvious she was an amazing woman. Witnessing the celebration and rememberance of ones' life is an awesome and awe inspiring experience. One that causes a great deal of contemplation about your own existence.

There was a beautiful poem that fits rather nicely with the philosophical space i've been inhabiting for the past few months.....

How do you live your dash?

I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years (for L's mum - 1948 - 2005)

The poem goes on, but needless to say since the service, I've been thinking a lot about whether i'm in fact, living my dash the best that I can...if I'll be proud of how i'll be remembered.

And not because it matters what people think of me, rather, the ability to be at peace with how I'd be remembered means I'm at peace with who I am...it means i'm proud of who i am.

and you know what....i think i'm almost there.

sigh.

why can't i just like the guys that like me? honestly, life would be so much simpler.

conspiracy

yesterday I purchased a new pair of pants.

they were size 4.

As a standard size 8 for most of my adult life I should be ecstatic about this fact. except I haven't exactly dropped the corresponding weight/shape that should make this believeable.

this isn't something new - for the past few years the clothing sizes I'm fitting into are getting smaller.

my better sense tells me that the fashion industry is playing mindgames. especially when the size 8 pants I still own from a zillion years ago no longer fit.

I wonder about all those size 2s and 0s out there....what size are they now down to? -2? -4?