I've decided to keep a running tally of all the dumb things I've done since I bought my car on Thursday afternoon. I'm sure this list will increase significantly as time goes by.

1. Lock my keys in the car (Friday - Day 1). I know I should always lock the door with the keys, but the fancy power lock button always entices me, plus it's so much less work! I wound up sending SAH to my apartment to get the spare key while JW & I picked up a few things at Wal-mart. *sigh*
2. Drive with the hand brakes on (Day 2). Last night (Saturday), I was driving OVW, JW, DC, SAH and JF home (keep in mind, I have a Mazda 3 and not a minivan) when I had this naggling feeling that something wasn't right with the car. Yup, hand brakes were on.
3. Slamming the door on your index finger (Sunday - Day 3). Holy crap, it hurts! It HURTS!!! Luckily, my fingers were still a bit numb from my ice skating lessons, but once they thawed out, HOLY CRAP!!!
   
4. Edited to add [Day 14] Turning on the wipers with the door open resulting in snow all over my electronic window and mirror controls. Snow that did melt and turn to water. Yes, water all over my electronics. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
5. Edited to add [Dec 08, 2008] Leaving the interior lights for 15 hours straight.  The security guards in my building were nice enough to leave me a note telling me they were on, and the car started issue free this morning, which is good because it's currently -22 C (excluding windchill) outside.
   

This is a work in progress, so expect it to be updated as more dumb things happen!

It depends on which city I'm in.

In Toronto, it pisses off the other drivers if you're doing less than 110 km/h on the 401. Actually, it pisses them off if you're doing 110 km/h!

In Winnipeg, there are cameras everywhere, so it depends on whether there's a camera in the area or not.

In school zones, I never go over 40km/h, but everywhere else, I don't do more than 10-15 km/hr over the posted speed limit...unless I'm test driving a car on a quiet back street *cue evil laughter*

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Since OVW has jumped head first back into the dating game, we find ourselves talking about relationships pretty often.

Both our families started out the same way, but quickly diverged. My mother had me a month before her 19th birthday. OVW's mother had his eldest sister at a young age. My parents got married four months after my first birthday. His parents had a shot gun wedding. My parents have been married for twenty four years. His got divorced while he was still a toddler. Both remarried. His mom got divorced again last year. It's safe to say that we have had completely different examples set for us in the marriage and relationship game.

A few days ago, we were discussing marriage. I told him that, now that he's seeing ladies, I wouldn't be surprised if he gives me a wedding invitation next year. He said, and it's something I agree with, that he wouldn't marry anyone that he hasn't been in a relationship with for over two years. Then he added that he wouldn't marry anyone he hadn't lived with either.

That made me pause. It isn't a topic that has seriously come up in any of my former relationships - mainly because I was at school, or jobless, or the relationship had not reached the point to warrant such a discussion. Plus, aside from being a Christian, it's generally frowned upon (something about milk and cows?) in the cultural society in which I was raised.

Several years ago I would have emphatically said no way I'm going to live with the guy first! Then I thought about it. Let's say we're engaged, and bought our future home. Honestly, why should we both continue to live in our separate apartments paying rent AND paying our mortgage when we have an empty house? Even if only one of us moves in, why should I/he still live in an apartment wasting $800-$900 per month AND paying our mortgage when WE HAVE AN EMPTY HOUSE? This is a random example, but it's simply to illustrate that things are not black and white. Sometimes, common sense must prevail.

On a more serious note, I don't know what I'd do if my future sexy boyfriend (FSB from now on) asked me to move in with him. Although I joke a lot about how expensive it is to be a single, responsible adult, the relationship would have to be very serious for me to make that sort of commitment. I think this is one of those things that I'd deal with when the opportunity presents itself, rather than a decision that I can make now.

Life just got a whole lot greyer.

I have so much on my mind that I don't even know where to start. Since I've got a long weekend alone ahead of me, I'll try to space it out over that time.

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Lately, I've been feeling a lot more alone.

I'm not sure whether I mentioned this before, but I am purposely staying single until, at the minimum, next summer. Only my close friends know about my decision. I think the other friends just think that I'm recovering from the last relationship. In a way, I am, but it's not like I don't have options. I'm pretty sure I know at least two guys who would love for me to give them the right signal. I just think that I need some time to figure out  me.

I don't even know what my favourite colour is. I don't know my likes and dislikes. I don't have a favourite book. I feel like I don't know anything about myself anymore. It's almost like for the past four years I've been a ghost of myself. So I'm learning things. Remember my post with 8 things I want to do before I die? I have actually started knocking things off that list. I'm on my 5th guitar lesson, and I just finished my first skating lesson. I plan to enrol in some sort of martial arts course in the winter. I do have to ask myself, would I have taken these steps if I was seeing someone?

The breakup forced me to put myself out there. I'm meeting new people, a couple of which have the potential to become really good friends. I have a lot more free time to do things. I am taking risks that I normally wouldn't, which may not entirely be a good thing, but I figure everyone's entitled to a little crazy post-breakup behaviour.

BUT I miss companionship. I miss having someone I can just lie around with watching tv; someone whose hair I can run my fingers through; someone to pepper little kisses all over; someone to play silly games with; someone to touch; someone to touch me. And then I realise that there's no one, and I feel so alone. It makes my decision to stay single even harder.

If it was easy, it wouldn't be worthwhile, right?