Bizzare!

I had all but given up my blogging days - thinking that only my best friend, (Props to you Krystina!), reads it and comments upon it. Apparently I am wrong, other people do read it and some of you have even made comments. I haven't visited this page for almost a year - I even had difficulty remembering my password to sign on.
It is a bizarre cultural phenomenon - blogging. You throw your ideas, feelings, criticisms...out into cyberspace and hope that there is someone out there who hears them...a sort of "Are you there God? It's me (Noree)", for the new millennium.

Why do I attract homeless people?

Why are the only men I seem to get attention from homeless or just plain creepy? Seriously! I know everyone goes through periods of drought where it seems as though they are dead to the opposite sex but I am currently experiencing a different sort of drought. I don't know if it is my current hairstyle, clothing, or aura that is causing this shift in the cosmos but I don't like it one bit. I just want to find a nice man with nice pants...who has a mailing address and...ideally a job. Is this too much to ask? It is not as though I hang out in tent cities!

Hello Old Friends :O)

I forgot about my blog entirely! I completely forgot about you Blog until Garreth (an old friend from high school), referenced my rant about men and nice pants. Yes, Blog I apologize for neglecting you but so many new and time consuming events have been happening in Noreeland.
Today I had an insanely hot Thai curry for lunch. I have come to the conclusion that my Scandinavian ancestry is responsible for a low curry tolerance. The Vikings didn't like to turn up the spice! Traditionally it is only those areas near the equator who have spicy food. I have heard it has something to do with poor refrigeration and hiding the taste of rancid meat. Whatever the case...have you ever heard of curried herring, or pi co de gallo lefse? ... Probably not. Which is why I think I may sweat like a fat kid on the 'Special K Challenge' when I eat anything from the tropics. Food for thought.

Who I look like...apparently.

Oh My Goodness

Ok, It is official! I'm as good at keeping a blog as I am at keeping a journal. Back in high school, and in university too actually, I used to write in a journal daily. It may not have been profound or entertaining or valuable for posterity's sake but I was consistent. Now, it seems I have nothing to say - What does that say about me?

Self-Righteous!

Sorry, I just had to yell that! It isn't directed toward anyone in particular but is rather just a word that has been on the tip of my tongue for a few days. I think I wanted to yell it at a few people...with other words mixed in...but I shouted it at no one just to shout it out now.
I think I might actually be getting wiser as I get older. Things that used to bother me, don't anymore. They have been replaced with different things, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I don't get angry, or even that I'm not an angry person...I probably still am...Writing what I did previously proves this perhaps. I just feel that where I am is a better place than where I have been. I guess that is what growing up is...when you can look back a few days, or months, or years and realise that where you are is a good place. When I talk about a "place"... I mean emotionally, physically, intellectually.
Jeez...I guess I'm the self-righteous one!...And I don't mind...not today.

What Do You Think She Is Thinking?

Edward Hopper is one of the truly great American painters. His work is colurful and engaging - full of light and freshness. Yet, I can not help but feel the sadness and isolation present in his work.