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blue and green

My favourite colour is green--all shades and hues. I like blue as well, and I find the combination can be calming and beautiful. It probably stems from my childhood, and all the time spent gazing at green forests, blue lakes, and blue sky. My aunt's house had one of those funky room dividers made of hanging strings of beads, and they were blue and green. My mother didn't care for it. "Blue and green should never be seen," she said. No wonder I gravitated toward Martha Stewart as an adult. She made it o.k. to decorate with blue and green. And to match paint to the eggshells of your rare chickens.

French blue

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I first fell in love with French blue in 1998 when I bought a suit at Holt Renfrew . Unfortunately, it did not come with two sets of pants, and eventually, the jacket became an orphan in my closet. I went shopping after work today and found a pair of blue dress pants. I just had a feeling the not-quite-navy pants would match my suit jacket from "Holts." They were on sale, so I bought them. When I got home, I discovered they coordinate perfectly. And I was reminded of my affinity for French blue. Inspired by a tea towel I found at IKEA , I punched up my apartment's cream-coloured 1950s kitchen with French and royal blue a few years ago. Two of the towels are folded and leaning against the bowls in the picture to the left. As you can see from the last picture, I wasn't kidding about my "thing" for the Oregon license plate . And check out the old milk door!

I have a heart on for you

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dating report card for January

I didn't talk about it very much, for fear of offending the gay dating gods. I used phrases like "hung out" with my close friends; I told no one at work. It didn't matter. It got jinxed anyway. I met a cute guy in January and we went out twice. Yes, it originated on a gay hook-up site. No, I did not sleep with him. Yes, he is younger (nine years). Things to be grateful for: he exposed me to the insane brilliance of Robot Chicken . He didn't leave me hanging like the last guy; rather, he did let me know what was going on (eventually). What was going on? He had started to "see someone." I know this might sound very boil-your-pet-rabbit , but dude... I thought that's what we were kind of starting to do. Oh well. Final report: 100% increase in dates over last time! (October 2006, one date. January 2007, two dates.) Progress, not perfection!

wear your long johns

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It's cold outside! But if you dress appropriately, it's not so bad. In this picture, Colton Ford demonstrates the benefits of thermal underwear.

she loaded her babies on that Eastern Air Lines jet and LEFT HIS ASS!

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Tonight, I'm having two girlfriends over to watch Heartburn . They'll be seeing it for the first time. I, on the other hand, have seen it so many times I have themed snacks planned: something approximating mashed potatoes (for the sequence where a depressed Rachel eats them right out of the pot), and key lime pie (which Mark gets in the face near the end). I first suggested screening it when we got together for lunch last fall. Girlfriend A had her man pull a Billy Crudup on her, bailing on the marriage while she was expecting. Girlfriend B just knows I'm nuts about Meryl Streep . I'm so excited, I made a Heartburn collage for y'all:

homesick

In the past few days, three things made me miss home : watching Fargo on Friday night. Minnesota was my border state growing up. helping my brother pull vehicles out of the snowbank on Saturday night. We were on a back road in Grey County , and there were severe snow squalls. My brother was very popular with his 4WD truck, cell phone, and towing knowledge. I was in charge of equipment (tow strap, shovel) and stopping traffic with a flashlight. Helping your fellow motorist is a very northern thing to do. So is knowing how to drive in snowy conditions. at one point yesterday, Toronto's weather was -11°C with 95% relative humidity. I miss the aridity of northwestern Ontario--winter and summer. There's a reason people from western Canada say "it's a dry cold."