Deb's Diary

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Dear Diary, I feel a bit bad today because I've been keeping something from you. About a month ago I ran onto an old friend, whom I've known for about three years. This friend was all the things I like in a man, funny, caring, tall, dark, handsome, sarcastic and also foreign,...
Dear Diary. It's that time of year again. The time of year when people lose it over half price sale items, families get sick of the sight of each other and diets go out the window in favour of gluttony and acid reflux. It's Thanksgiving! A holiday that I didn't grow up with. As...
Dear Diary, I had a weird experience this weekend, as I was spending some time with a friend who has an 8 yr old son. Forget that I had to watch my dirty little sailors mouth all weekend and keep my constant stream of sexual innuendo to a minimum, there was even harder work to...
Dear Diary, I'd like to use my time with you this week as a gift for Jason. You see, being the wise old cougar that I am, I have already been in his shoes, walking down the aisle. Well, my sloes were beautiful 3" satin heels that matched my dress perfectly, not a stinky old pair...
Dear Diary: Often times I find myself complaining to you that things just aren't right with the world. For example, recently, I've had to have numerous rabies shots and my dog has almost eaten the entire wooden gate off my back garden fence. But today, I've got to tell you about...
Dear Diary, We are officially on the count down to infectious disease (# 2 for 2007) eradication. As you know, I more than likely don't have the Rabies, but I am going to voluntarily subject myself to the painful course of injections tomorrow, just in case. Although Jason thinks...
Dear Diary, Now that I'm getting on a bit, a lot of my friends are having children. In fact, I was out recently on a friend's birthday, and it was I who was in the minority as a childless, barren wombed singleton. As the conversation is prone to do when you're in a large group...
Dear Diary: So I'm 33 now. It's not like I've ever really dreaded getting older or anything, I suppose I've just always accepted that it's inevitable, albeit begrudgingly. I don't really think I'm all that bothered about some of the things that come with the acceptance of...
Dear Diary: I am so excited about something, that I can barely contain myself. I've been dreaming of this day since I was a little girl. I've been primping and preparing myself physically, and mentally, for what could be the beigest and best night of my life. No, I am not going...