Food in the Belly

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I learned yesterday, thanks to the ever-wonderful CBC Radio 2 and the great Howard Dick from the program Choral Concert, that is was in fact us, the Canadians that really had the first Thanksgiving. It was Martin Frobisher on the banks of the Northwest Passage that first started this tradition. What a great tradition it is. There is no better reason to have Turkey (or Tofurkey as the case may be) and to share in the giving of thanks for all the rich blessings we have been given.

On the lighter side, I am perhaps the biggest sucker on the face of the earth. In the last couple of weeks I have been accosted by many a vendor to test many a product. Firstly, I was stopped while with my brother at the mall, to try some Red Sea salt hand exfoliater. I tried it of course and didn't buy it. This girl even buffed my nails, which by the way was gone after two days becasue I'm so rough with my hands, and she even moisturized them. I don't seem to be able to say no. The girl was mad I waisted and that reaction was warranted.




** This is me with my new haircut. It is the shortest I have had my hair in 10 years. It was a hard decision because I think women especially associate beauty and virility with hair. I sure do.**


Again, I was at the mall but this time with my mother, when this girl accosted me and pretty much physically dragged me to her chair so that she could try a straightening iron on my hair. I was considering buying myself the iron until she became more and more aggressive about the whole ordeal. She even showed me how to curl my hair with the iron but in the end, I didn't buy it. Besides, she only straightened half my head. Half my head! Who does that?!?! Half my hair! I pretty much had to do the rest of my hair. In fact, I did do the rest of my hair when I got home but the nerve. Do the whole thing!

It's not these two incidents either. I've been accosted by blood bank people, people giving out magazines or newspapers. It's everyone and all people.

I must be gullible too. My mom said she found my underwear outside my brother's place on the ground in Calgary two weeks after I had been there. She told me this about a week after she found them. She told me that they were undamaged and fine. I told her I was absolutely not going to wear them even if she had washed them five time, which she had, but to my surprise when I got to them in my pile of underwear but guess what? They weren't mine. They were a small child's spandex shorts. I was appalled by the mistake. I truly must be a gullible person that can't say no. Seriously.