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Rachel won Emerging Artist of the Month!!!

11 June 2008 By Leave a Comment

A note from Rach’s father this morning…

“Rachel won the CHUM Emerging Artist of the Month. Her new song “Stronger Than You Think I Am” is getting national radio play over the CHUM network. Other stations are beginning to add it. KISS FM Ottawa. Tonight “Stronger Than You Think I Am” is challenging “Disturbia” by Rihanna. That’s on Hot 89.9 at 9:00 our time. Listen Live at: www.hot899.com“

WAY TO GO RACH! I’m so proud of you.

So, if you’ve been reading my blog at all, you know a little bit about Rachel Ferguson. She is a 18-year-old singer songwriter from Alymer, Quebec (the greater Ottawa-Gatineau region). And, she’s kicking ass! I love it.

Visit her myspace page (myspace.com/rachelfergusonmusic). Become part of her community. Leave a comment. OR Better yet, call your local radio station and request her.

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Talking Girl Talk to a Guy Friend

9 June 2008 By Leave a Comment

She was out in the bush for two weeks. I’d called last Sunday and we just chatted about how to feel feminine if you are out in the bush with a group of guys. She just said: “I don’t.”

Then she also clarified: “I don’t think I’d want to be a girl out here. Where would that get me? I have to work with everybody back in Yellowknife.” Then she said something interesting. She said that when you’re out in the bush for so long, people you’d never find interesting under normal circumstances start looking interesting. She giggled. And THAT’s when you know you need to get back to the real world.

Then we talked about a few things we do to feel feminine. “As soon as I get out of the bush,” she says, “I take a bubble bath. With wine and candles and aromatherapy and everything. And I clean up from being in the bush. I soak. I wash all the grub and smoke off. And shave.”

We talked about shaving for a minute and discussed that we both like clean-shaven men. We also talked about who should get a hair cut and a shave and how a trim and a shave takes a guy a long way (from being non-interesting to making us do a double take–quite literally).

We also talked about tips and tricks for shaving. Girls know what I mean. We all talk to our girlfriends about what works and what doesn’t work and we recommend beauticians who treat us well. And we’ve all had a terrible, horrendous experience at one time or another. So we talk and laugh. And I guess, we just bond. We bond over girl talk.

Then I asked her: “When you are just one of the guys, at which point are you a girl in a group of guys?” and, “Do you talk girl-talk to a guy friend?”

I don’t. Well. I don’t anymore. I’ve had to learn what is girl-talk and what is girl-talking-to-a-guy talk. And–well vice versa. And believe me, I had to learn the hard way. I now I like to think I have a better filter.

My friend did some research on her own.

If you are a group of girls and there is one guy, it’s ok to talk about things like bubble baths, bikini lines, and shaving legs.

If you are one girl and one guy (and he is not gay), that’s a borderline conversation. It’s a flirty conversation. Because it gives him a visual. Because if the guy is spending time with you and you are both single, there is a HUGE chance that he’s hoping that he won’t be single for too long. Or minimally, he’ll get to hook up with you.

So basically girls, beware if you are talking one-on-one with a guy friend. Know if you think he’s a friend or if he thinks he’s a potential boyfriend. Be careful you don’t say anything that will give him a visual (unless you want to of course). Because…you’ll know when he brings it up again that it was a HUGE mistake. You’ll know by the way he mentions it. You’ll know by the look on his face. You’ll just know. And you’ll feel betrayed. You’ll feel ick. You’ll feel like you lost a friend.

Which is usually exactly what happens.

We did wonder though–Do guys need girl talk? How do they figure things out–if they don’t talk about it?

She did research the other way too. Girls, if you’re just one of the guys–don’t talk about body fluids (yours or theirs). That is apparently TMI.

Filed Under: Bits and Bytes, Living Out Loud

State of mind

8 June 2008 By Leave a Comment

The other day, I was having lunch with a friend. I can’t remember what we were talking about exactly, but then he said something about the state of mind and I remembered a poem my friend Yvonne gave to me before I left Whitehorse to go to university. It’s called

The State of Mind

If you think you’re beaten
- You are
If you think you dare not
- You don’t
If you’d like to win and think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch
- You won’t
For out in this world you’ll find
Success begins with a person’s will

It’s all in the state of mind

I like that. I can’t believe I remembered it after all of these years, but I know it’s got me through some hard times. I like that she gave me a poem and not just a gift.

Would I still have a gift all these years later? Probably not. But I still have that poem.

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Movies and girl things

1 June 2008 By Leave a Comment

Sex an the CityI went to the movie Sex and the City on Friday evening. I’d been planning to go all week but didn’t try to make plans until too late. I called a local girlfriend, but she had accepted last minute tickets to the Giants game. I called another girlfriend, but she’d accepted another invitation somewhere else.

Was I the ONLY girl who knew that Friday was the first day the movie was in theatres?

I decided to go anyway. If you can’t be single and to a movie about being single–you might as well give it all up right now.

I dolled myself up with a new pink satin dress and the highest heels I have ever tried to walk in. (Good job I only had to walk from the car to the theatre.)

I bought my ticket and went to find a seat. The theatre pretty crowded already. I found a seat right in the middle of the second row and settled in and waited for the previews to begin.

People kept arriving. The woman on the end of my aisle started directing people to seats and negotiating with people already seated to move one or two seats over so a group could sit together.

The theatre was packed with women and cosmopolitans. Actually, the cosmos were packed in the women and the women were packed in the theatre. I wished I’d had one or two myself.

I won’t give it away if you haven’t seen it. But I will say, when I got out of the movie, I felt a bit sorry for myself. I wasn’t able to go with my good girlfriends (who are now randomly spread throughout the world). And it was that kind of movie–the kind where you want to go with your girlfriends so you all realize how much you appreciate one another. And then you would go for a few girl drinks afterwards and talk about the movie and about your lives and what’s going on in your lives and … well…girl things. Girl things.

Sigh. I’m going to call my girlfriends this weekend and catch up.

Back to the movie. It was sort of like four episodes of the TV series…in one two-hour or so marathon. I liked it for that–because I like the TV series. There was a Carrie story, a Miranda story, a Samantha story, oh…and another Carrie story. There was a Charlotte story, but there wasn’t really a cataclysmic point to her story—it just a story.

The Carrie story reminds me of how people (especially women) get carried away with the bigger-is-better mentality—when it comes to weddings. Planners. Dresses. Cakes. Dinners. Guests. Entertainment. I see it all the time here in wine country. Me—I believe in small weddings. Personal. Intimate—with meaning for the two people involved. (And now I’ll channel Samantha here and say: Honey, bigger is better, but I’m not talking about weddings—wink!).

The Miranda story was difficult—especially for the woman behind me. I’m guessing she must be going through something similar herself right now. It is so painful to see your own personal hell being played out right in front of you on the big screen. I wanted to comfort the woman behind me with something like: It’s alright darlin’. We’ve all been there. You’ll get through it.

I liked the Samantha story. She’d eat so she wouldn’t cheat. Bascially, she was eating emotions and burying her own needs. Ladies, who out there hasn’t done that?

I didn’t get too emotional or teary during the movie or anything. I did choke at one scene though. One scene. When Charlotte gathers Carrie protectively in her arms (after Carrie beats Big with her bouquet) and she screams: No. No (with that indignantly fierce look on her face — Don’t you dare come any closer. You’ve hurt her enough).

How could you possibly ask for anything more in a friend?

Oh, PS: the fashion was over the top. OVER-THE-TOP! More so than the series. Some of the wardrobe was good (belts for example). Some was normal (Miranda-wear on the Brooklyn Bridge). But there were a few gross outfits. Just gross. What happened SATC?

PPS: He should have whispered: I will love you always, Carrie Bradshaw. I will love you always.

I’m such a romantic.

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