Although my higher education was in the medical field, I now work in the transportation industry. I will be adding PhDs in Bear Training and Early childhood temper tantrums...er, I mean Developement to my resume soon ;)

While growing up, whenever a practical joke happened, my brother was the first one to get yelled at . Now, my brother and I live in different provinces and I'm having trouble finding a reliable scapegoat Any volunteers?

My mind often goes 400mph, while I can only talk 1 mph. So, quite often I get to the end of what I'm saying and all I see is confused faces staring back at me. Then I think to myself, "Awe crap! Did I actually say the important parts out loud? Or, did I just think them?" The only way out is to say, "Tee hee oops," with a bright smile and a shrug. Then the confused faces relax, relieved that I'm just Blonde and there's no need to call the guys with nets quite yet.(The guys I work with have the net people on speed dial just in case though)

Being blonde has always been a challange, but now that I'm getting senile...what were we talking about?

****O.K.! That's it! No more Mrs. Nice Guy err girl!
I dated a younger guy once-didn't like it, if you're younger than 35, you cannot "rock my world", so go away :P
If you want sex-you gotta marry me first(with a really long engagement).
If you want to talk dirty-same thing, but with a really biiiig diamond.
See up there^^? Where it says friends? Yeah, no where does it say 'with benefits'.
Etc. etc....
So, if you have sex on your mind, just consider me a cranky prude, click the back button and move along. /rant

P.S. I'm only a cranky prude when I open my POF email, funny how that happens eh?