Hacker!? Seriously?!

So I came home from a post-work meeting the other night, and did my usual routine.

Tore out my contacts like they were secreting acid or some other toxic chemical. (Really should look into laser eye surgery)
Put on sweats
Pulled out a glass half full of last night's iced tea from the fridge (why can't I drink a whole glass?)
Sighed over the fact that I have a full fridge yet nothing to eat. (Really must clean out all the crap sometime)
Went to check my email/facebook/reader

There's where the confusing thing happened.

Let's first establish the timeline:
I left work at 4:30
Arrived at meeting for 5:00
Left meeting at 6:10
Arrived home at 6:45

Why was it that emails that arrived at 5:20 and 5:30 were already marked as read?

??!!

Did someone hack into my email?
Seriously??!!
Seriously.

My first thought is that I just somehow forgot that I had read those messages. But it's impossible based on the schedule above. And besides, I'm a freakshow about deleting all my blog comments from my email the second they arrive, and then rushing to the blog to read them, because somehow it just seems wrong to not read them there. And the read emails? Yeah, blog comments.

Who am I? Nobody. I know that I'm all famous with my 12 readers or so, but seriously...
Out of all the people in the world to hack - you want to read my emails?! OK. Well respond to my Aunt that I won't be coming to that family dinner after all mmmkay?

Why wouldn't you mark the messages as "unread" again? It's as if they wanted me to know that they were there.

Now my second thought was that this had something to do with my drama last week. You know, the one that led me to delete all my archives and start over? But that doesn't really make sense either. I can understand why people would be concerned about me posting certain things on the internet - but my personal email? And I don't know, isn't it like illegal to hack into someone's account? If not, it's at least ethically wrong.

My next (naive) thought was that it was done by mistake. Somehow someone accidentally did it, and they're very sorry for the little wee accident. Uh yeah, as if. And leprechauns exist too Princess, didn't you know? They're right over there having tea with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny beside the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow.

And before anyone asks, YES I changed the password to my email. And YES, it was a stupidly easy password that Google wouldn't even let me use when I set up my gmail account. I'm sure any and all of you could have easily hacked into my account. In fact, how about you guess what the password was in the comments? I bet it's guessed within the first three people.

Anyhow.

I'm not overly traumatized or anything by this. I just found it to be weird. I mean why am I so interesting all of a sudden? And let's face it. Most people's emails are pretty dull. Right? Right!? (Please tell me it's not just me who has an email box full of dinner invites from my Aunt...)

xo

PS My little baby feeling are hurt that only a few of you entered my contest below. They're awesome prizes! Honest!

So You Think You Can Dance?

So darlings, I am back from a fabulous long-weekend. You want to know what I learned about myself this weekend? (OK, pretend that you want to know cause I'm totally going to tell you either way).

I learned that not only can I barely dance, D2 is in fact a fabulous dancer, and likes to do it.
Le sigh.
I did master the "heel toe" at the Ukrainian Festival. But I sucked at the waltz and the two-step. And apparently I've been doing the polka wrong my whole life.

Whatev.

But I did see some vikings this weekend. And some Ukrainian dancers. And a lot of puppies.

AND, I was totally thinking of my darling readers while I was at these festivals. So guess what!? I have some prizes to give away! I have one package from the Icelandic Fest and one from the Ukrainian Fest.

So here is a super fun quiz all about my weekend for you to answer. Whatever gets the most right wins! And I'm going to make it all easy and multiple choice.

1. What did the Princess invest in this weekend? (ALL of these were available)
a) An amber bracelet
b) A henna tattoo
c) A bellydancing skirt
d) Ukrainian Easter Eggs

2. How many fights did the Princess and D2 get into this weekend?
a) 0
b) 1/2
c) 2
d) 4 1/2

3. What did D2 do for the Princess while stopping in to visit his Mom at the end of the weekend?
a) Apply aloe to her sunburn
b) fix her suitcase
c) wash her car
d) massage her feet

4. Which small towns did D2 and the Princess hit this weekend?
a) Dauphin, Gimli, Onanole, Morden, Neepawa
b) Dauphin, Minnedosa, Gimli, Clear Lake, Winnipeg Beach
c) Gimli, Elie, Poplar Point, Dauphin, Clear Lake
d) Gimli, Dauphin, Winnipeg Beach, Gladstone, Elie

5. There were free movies at the hotel, what did the Princess and D2 watch on Saturday?
a) Four Brothers
b) Blade Trinity
c) Music & Lyrics
d) A & B
e) B & C

6. How many of D2's women did the Princess meet this weekend?
a) 2
b) 3
c) 4
d) 5

7. How many of D2's women did we avoid this weekend, either by ignoring the phone or by scurrying away and hiding?
a) 2
b) 3
c) 5
d) 8

8. What did the Princess forget to pack this weekend?
a) toothbrush
b) facial cleanser
c) belt
d) accessories
e) sunscreen
f) all of the above

9. What did the Princess realize was the best $2.99 she ever spent this weekend?
a) Her cherry lip balm
b) Her bag of M & M's
c) Her flip flops
d) Her tube of aloe

10. How many drinks (alcoholic) did the Princess and D2 consume this weekend?
a) 0
b) 4
c) 5
d) 10

That's all folks! I hope you all had a superfab long-weekend too!
xoxo

10 Things About My Life Right Now

So it's stressing me out that I have so few posts in existence now, so I notice that I seem to be writing one everyday at lunch.

First item on the agenda: I want to say that I love and adore you all for the blog awards that you've given me. I cherish each and every one of them, but I'm removing them. I want to clean up a bit.

Second item: what do people really think about paid posts/blog advertising? I don't see an issue with making some easy money doing something that I love. But there seems to be a moral grey area here. What are your thoughts?

Third item: I am heading into a long-weekend and D2 and I are festival hopping. There's an Icelandic Festival and a Ukrainian Festival happening in different parts of the province this weekend, so we're going to do the road trip thing. I'm very excited!

Fourth item: I had an argument with Columbia House yesterday and I was a little bit rude. For some reason they signed me up for 2 accounts and sent me DVDs for each. I opened both DVDs and watched them happily. I realized that I had 2 accounts and phoned to rectify the matter. The guy started giving me a lecture about how you should always verify account numbers before you open things...Blah Blah. I interrupted him mid-sentence, said I appreciated the lecture and all, but what are we going to do about my situation. I'm getting cranky in my old age.

Fifth item: I would really like a slurpee right now.

Sixth item: Anyone wanna join me in Toronto in September? Girls, I'll pay for the hotel room - we can have a slumber party! Boys- I'm not that kind of girl. Regardless of HOW LONG IT'S BEEN since I last had sex.

Seventh item- I kinda want some M & M's too.

Eighth item: I deleted half my "friends" from Facebook the other day as a result of the crap that caused me to delete my archives here. It was perhaps an over-reaction, but do I really need to be friends with my dentist anyhow?

Ninth item: I think I'm going to take myself to the Dark Knight tonight. I've only heard good things about it. And some of the good reviews came from people (like me) who weren't fond of the last one in this series.

Tenth item: Who wants to place bets on whether or not D2 and I get into a fight (or several) this weekend?

Love you all! Have a great long weekend!
xo

A Conference!

So apparently I'm going to Toronto on September 12.

This is a Friday and I could in theory stay for the weekend if I paid for my own hotel. Otherwise my work will pay for a flight there and back in the same day.

As odd as it is, I have no people in Toronto. I have friends all over Canada, but for some reason none over there.

The thought occurs to me to stay the weekend anyways and wander around- but it just sounds kind of lonely.

What would you do?

xo

Fishy Men

Now before all my drama and deleting happened, you may remember that I was about to go on a date with Plenty of Fish boy.

And I know that I promised Ali to talk all about it in excruciating detail...
I've seen so many hilarious blind date posts that I was really looking forward to doing one of my own. I wanted to describe all the outrageous hijinks and have you wishing that you could tumble down the rabbit hole that is the princess's world.

But that's not going to happen. I simply cannot make fun of this guy. He was sweet, and effusive with his flattery. He showed up on time. He paid for my drink though it wasn't necessary. He told me stories and asked about my life. I cannot say one bad thing about him.

Now that being said, I want to clarify that I won't be going out with him again. As sweet as it was, there was simply nothing there. No spark, no desire to even casually touch. Nothing. *le sigh* I hope he finds a fabulous girl.

However, this does lead to a whole other topic, which actually is the real point of this post. He phoned me later on that evening and asked how he did. Now I was fine with that, as I would prefer to get the whole "yeah, there won't be a date #2" over with as quickly as possible.

However, what is it with men and performance evaluations? Seriously!

After sex, home-made dinner, massage, anything - "So how was it?"

Now I'm not an idiot. I understand that all people need validation, and may be insecure about their skills. I understand that you want to ensure that the experience was enjoyable for all parties. However, that being said - I have two major complaints with the "how was it?" question.

1. Wait a bit. While you're sitting there glowing/digesting/almost asleep you don't feel like perking up for an immediate review. It takes away from the glowiness. It wakes you up from your massaged up doziness. And if it's right after a first date? Maybe the person is still evaluating. Perhaps they were on the fence, and that question annoys them to the point where they move over to the negative side of that line.

2. Pay attention! Did the person eat the entire meal? Did they relax to the point of sleep in the massage? Were they really involved during sex, or simply orgasm-ing to get it over with?* 90% of communication is non-verbal. You should know how things went without needing verbal confirmation.

I lied- there's a #3. What if it sucked? Why put someone in that awkward position? Let them give feedback in their own way in their own time. Because I have to say, I've lied and given positive feedback after sex before, just because 2 seconds after it was over the guy immediately turned to me and asked how it was. I'm sorry, you're still naked and in my face- what else am I supposed to say other than it was fab?

*I'm aware that women have the rep for faking orgasms. But seriously, I bet if I were to be watching, I would have no problem figuring out who meant it and who didn't.