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I was slapped sideways within the first few chapters.</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cache3.pinterest.com/upload/49891508342137624_XhrxAZJ2_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pinned Image" border="0" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cache3.pinterest.com/upload/49891508342137624_XhrxAZJ2_c.jpg" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/49891508342137624/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://pinterest.com/pin/49891508342137624/</span></a></div><div align="center">The book follows Anastasia Steele¸ an unworldly, unsophisticated English Literature student whose life takes an unexpected turn when she literally stumbles into the office of entrepreneur Christian Grey. Wealthy, powerful, good-looking Christian immediately entices and intimidates innocent Ana, and she finds herself unable to stop thinking of him. The feeling is mutual, and despite his feeble attempts at convincing himself to leave her be, Christian makes the decision to pursue Ana. <br />
However a regular courtship this is not... <br />
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Christian Grey is a man with a tortured past, and a closet full of demons. He is consumed by his need to control and his sexual taste follows suit. Sexually inexperienced Anastasia finds herself intrigued and stunned by what Christian has to offer...Christian is not looking for love he is looking for a Submissive. Despite her misgivings, Ana finds herself caught up in a whirlwind affair that is erotic, exciting and slightly terrifying. As Ana begins to learn more about Christian, she finds herself falling in love with a severely damaged man. The line between pleasure and pain thins, and Ana struggles as she is caught between her own needs and her need to please Christian.</div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cache5.pinterest.com/upload/225461525065362179_365oELb6_c.jpg" /><br />
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I have to admit that from the beginning I was hooked on <em>Fifty Shades of Grey</em>, and could not put this book down, despite finding the sex to be overkill. In general, I am a romance reader as opposed to Erotica, so I am not that familiar with the genre. Although I have been told that the Fifty Shades Series is somewhat tame for the genre, I found the sex to be constant and not always that interesting. Still, I was as compelled to read this book as Anastasia is to Christian. There is an intensity to the story that really sucks you in. I had to know what happened. <em>Fifty Shades of Grey</em> ends abruptly so I quickly got started on<em> Fifty Shades Darker</em>. <br />
By the time I was midway into this book, it occurred to me that I actually really disliked both Anastasia and Christian, and found them both immature and annoying, quite often. I was somewhat irritated by aspects of the storyline. What began as interesting and unique was starting to become incredibly redundant, as there was a great deal of repetition. <br />
Still after I made my way through <em>Fifty Shades Darker, </em>I was determined to finish <em>Fifty Shades Freed, </em>mainly because I had already invested my time in almost 1100 pages of Fifty Shades. Might as well find out how this ends. By the time I had reached completion, I admittedly only read half the book because I was too bored to read all the sex, which occurred almost every few pages. <br />
I did ALOT of skimming.<br />
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Overall, I didn't hate these books...in fact, I really did enjoy the first book. I did however dislike the characters. Do I understand the hype? I do...the subject was a bold choice. It's rather impressive to see Erotica fiction become so hugely popular amongst the mainstream. I suppose some credit can be given to the Ebook for this phenomenon, making Erotica more assessable in a less obvious way to the modern female reader. Did I think it was necessary to stretch the story out over 1600 pages? Absolutely not. Especially since about 800 of those pages were kinky f**kery. </div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-49147626216266499152012-05-24T20:30:00.000-07:002012-05-24T20:30:47.443-07:00ThE gArDeN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSP_q_bfod85jFlQrwSZmEThQDvfwPesU-f_UYIU0cRU3PAB5wZEHW0k0JebDAEnHbxdX8NiPxNjeXKWQDZ92_F6DmB_9OqD6Ricq6Y-wAAbmXlpwWwNbCnL_jVDzPKtfCGfFbqdvOfMWw/s1600/IMG_8758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSP_q_bfod85jFlQrwSZmEThQDvfwPesU-f_UYIU0cRU3PAB5wZEHW0k0JebDAEnHbxdX8NiPxNjeXKWQDZ92_F6DmB_9OqD6Ricq6Y-wAAbmXlpwWwNbCnL_jVDzPKtfCGfFbqdvOfMWw/s320/IMG_8758.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is our first Spring/Summer in our house and while my husband has taken on the feat of nourishing our lawn into luscious greenness, the front and back gardens have become my birth child. After about 24 hours worth of grueling work, I have finally completed the overhaul of the backyard garden.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RTnvIEWF9fp8IwuQedemnGDkZjOYoeFe071axQsr01AtNXrkx2KPYt5J-OJGog2W0aUHwVMZO0G3axDzXFgO3qMqEh_kxlvQkMDZ1MR6EpcJjB3IJTkR9Jevi447Oc2F5FDNjzLk0PVQ/s1600/IMG_8760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RTnvIEWF9fp8IwuQedemnGDkZjOYoeFe071axQsr01AtNXrkx2KPYt5J-OJGog2W0aUHwVMZO0G3axDzXFgO3qMqEh_kxlvQkMDZ1MR6EpcJjB3IJTkR9Jevi447Oc2F5FDNjzLk0PVQ/s320/IMG_8760.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This has been my first experience with my own garden, so it's trial and error to see what we will like<br />
and continue with next year. Luckily, I have a wonderful mother-in-law, who has taken the time to help me out and bring me some Lilies from her own garden and Hostas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zUqTG8pH3DJNCyzc4e74qAk7EuYyx_F1-0IAMbphVKHDaO0UeNNOdcDZTharhpZvHISY-qnoGahwCntVMDAvA56urjdqc9grrM1w61nGkJGm7IT0cEEN-bzHOsbaIm8wMXTVYMfXxfSA/s1600/IMG_8776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zUqTG8pH3DJNCyzc4e74qAk7EuYyx_F1-0IAMbphVKHDaO0UeNNOdcDZTharhpZvHISY-qnoGahwCntVMDAvA56urjdqc9grrM1w61nGkJGm7IT0cEEN-bzHOsbaIm8wMXTVYMfXxfSA/s320/IMG_8776.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We chose to also add Impatiens, Snapdragons, and Begonias to the pre-exsisting Rose Bushes and Bishop's Weed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;">Overall, I'm happy with how things have begun, and am excited to see how things will bloom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1DzGVV3OEFreVC_r-71WTaWnQuh1uhxgjHd0UL-pGmAMPc6xQtpjaAESvBfVfzCxEzwYKHVjZ0u-T_U2row0MF5B9Ihx367-3CSt09OV4o668daTFqQ_LLympIwp7CqCqxtL4b6iJcJf/s1600/IMG_8775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1DzGVV3OEFreVC_r-71WTaWnQuh1uhxgjHd0UL-pGmAMPc6xQtpjaAESvBfVfzCxEzwYKHVjZ0u-T_U2row0MF5B9Ihx367-3CSt09OV4o668daTFqQ_LLympIwp7CqCqxtL4b6iJcJf/s320/IMG_8775.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTo7WsAbHT4wKYqmBUdOUDJiCycl9FIQ8pSPvXl8wVd4D35pHXpkvkoqRw3N7x5Et_7h9Q9txEymMnMz-sCOkypWUGl1wqTbw2SXTBp-sPv29dponjihUFVV49eziscbLnIDH9bSZy6J-2/s1600/IMG_8762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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It's been a long time. Over the past month, I have barely spent any time on Blogger. I spent all my spare time searching for our missing cat, Kaysar, and didn't really feel any inspiration to blog. I can happily say that Kaysar returned home on April 18th, just in time to save my birthday! (I turn 31 in 2 days) I couldn't be more thrilled. Life can finally get back to normal. No more posturing, online ads, calling shelters and bugging neighbours to search yards. <br />
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It was a rough month. Since my last post on Kaysar we had a couple of incidents that were highly stressful. The first of which happened just 2 weeks after Kaysar went missing. My husband had gotten a call that a cat matching Kays' description was hit and the intersection near our house. I think my husband had himself convinced that the cat was ours before he even saw it, cause he ended up bringing the body home for us to bury. My devastation over the death of my cat quickly turned to confusion when I went to say goodbye and realized that there were some significant differences in looks. At first my husband didn't believe me, and thought my grief to be making me wish for something that just wasn't true. However, I was right...this cat was definitely not Kaysar. In fact, this cat was not even a male! <br />
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The second incident happened just 3 days following. A neighbour called to tell me that she thought our cat was under their backyard shed. I was so discouraged by the false sightings, and pranks that I really did not think it was him. When I went to check it out, I was shocked to find Kaysar huddled in a little ball underneath. He was dehydrated, meowing pretty weakly. I should have taken time to coax him out, but I was in a state of adrenaline panic and I allowed the neighbour to assist me in trying to get him out. Big mistake. Kaysar got away from us, ran so fast there wasn't time to react. He was gone in an instant. It took only a moment and he was gone for almost another 2 weeks without a sighting.</div>
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He's doing great back at home. He has lost some weight but considering how large he was before, it's almost as though he's a regular sized cat now. He's a real suck, wanting constant attention...that I am more than happy to oblige. I am so grateful to have him back with his family. I appreciate everyone who offered their support, thoughts, shared stories, prayers and spells of protection. Thank you!</div>
</div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-56138890514532078912012-04-01T16:27:00.001-07:002012-04-01T16:29:14.571-07:00Still Seeking Kaysar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEira9CHa4aTAeX5hywj-kcuxVLhq9io25wQOBvTcIA8yDxkQbOZd4kAWmi6BtrA2zTap3F9pt_eTGxphjmlCvoLDImNBt9B9Ou85NI6BIkUfUULj-zPkVxpt8Nwdc4wqxh1rqx4aEnt-JrG/s1600/pocket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEira9CHa4aTAeX5hywj-kcuxVLhq9io25wQOBvTcIA8yDxkQbOZd4kAWmi6BtrA2zTap3F9pt_eTGxphjmlCvoLDImNBt9B9Ou85NI6BIkUfUULj-zPkVxpt8Nwdc4wqxh1rqx4aEnt-JrG/s320/pocket.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">It has now been just over 2 weeks, and our baby still hasn't been found. A week ago, my husband is pretty sure he saw Kaysar sitting on a driveway near our house, while driving around the neighbourhood searching, but by the time he pulled the car over the cat had taken off. Zach searched for hours with no other sightings. My heart is still broken. Nobody has seen our boy. It is as if he vanished.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfItsPsIBkSqeOg1bBNqSQ5hOiJqYtBgfLS4_SYfx7y68hZwjHt_UOcpvzKTEvN9bsE_nAwBkArw8YvVceaiUlAqfQTzk0Tk4tJCLVz3a79u6KvjaH8pHn_lZbnUrdBke2S8asd7jA_aXg/s1600/lounge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfItsPsIBkSqeOg1bBNqSQ5hOiJqYtBgfLS4_SYfx7y68hZwjHt_UOcpvzKTEvN9bsE_nAwBkArw8YvVceaiUlAqfQTzk0Tk4tJCLVz3a79u6KvjaH8pHn_lZbnUrdBke2S8asd7jA_aXg/s320/lounge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">At this point I have canvased 500 homes in the neighbourhood, posting a note about Kaysar on doors. We have put up about 175 flyer's with Kaysar's picture and description, offering a reward. I have gone online and posted ads on Craigslist, Kijiji, OXL, Humane Society. I have posted with vets, animal hospitals, and the nearest animal shelters. We visit them when we can.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_TcfD_BwIqP8ZR2YpcVXlalgVGS57sp80UdqmGMyLENbmUVvVxiabND7A-7cU9_nEAj7H-__1BQ_C3O59e0qqbsIJVCMf5v1JB01m7cSaPORX5YC0uPr8rHeHeVbuiJ6R8Mq7y9HKN-t/s1600/kays3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_TcfD_BwIqP8ZR2YpcVXlalgVGS57sp80UdqmGMyLENbmUVvVxiabND7A-7cU9_nEAj7H-__1BQ_C3O59e0qqbsIJVCMf5v1JB01m7cSaPORX5YC0uPr8rHeHeVbuiJ6R8Mq7y9HKN-t/s320/kays3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center">So far, we have had two legitimate calls, but the sightings turned out not be Kaysar. We have had a ton of prank calls and text messages...some really mean. My husband has gotten "your cat is dead" messages. I have even had a well meaning neighbourhood "animal communicator" call. She claimed she would use telepathy to make contact with him, and that once she had she would use Reiki to calm him into staying put until we could find him. I am a very open minded person, but she kept calling him a her, and did not require any personal item to assist her. However, we could pay her if she helped narrow down the area and we could find him. Oh boy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4Oi3t_0sDxD9DbNRRbkp6DkMRuIdPY84oS8in0-Z3XJ40AK7_UDf2SxKUrFETQJM1DV5q2FwkQ6JfQTEdEx32a8Tvx769FrEXI_8Lv373rLeH0f9mvJqdofxX0CSP3SCtfOziCROwDln/s1600/kays2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4Oi3t_0sDxD9DbNRRbkp6DkMRuIdPY84oS8in0-Z3XJ40AK7_UDf2SxKUrFETQJM1DV5q2FwkQ6JfQTEdEx32a8Tvx769FrEXI_8Lv373rLeH0f9mvJqdofxX0CSP3SCtfOziCROwDln/s320/kays2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">At nights we search the neighbourhood with spotlights trying to find him. </div><div align="center">So far we have come across a few of these...</div><div align="center"><img height="478" id="il_fi" src="http://images.northrup.org/picture/xl/skunk/baby-skunk%20(18).jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="641" /></div><div align="center">a lot of these...</div><div align="center"><img height="375" id="il_fi" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/117241668_b0bc62928c.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="500" /></div><div align="center">and unfortunately...these!</div><div align="center"><img height="375" id="il_fi" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/7/2010/09/possum.jpeg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="500" /></div><div align="center">Yikes. </div><div align="center">I have truly appreciated all the support from those who have commented and offered their experiences. We can use all the positive energy we can get. Every day that goes by it gets harder to stay optimistic. I refuse to give up hope that Kaysar will come home, even though it feels sometimes we may never find him. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-84499613410439249302012-03-18T13:11:00.000-07:002012-03-18T13:11:00.665-07:00Missing Kaysar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="604" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225631_11192520516_607650516_562175_1866_n.jpg" style="height: 451px; width: 339px;" width="453" /></div><div align="center">I am so sad today. My cat Kaysar got out of our home last night and we haven't seen him since. We spent the night searching the neighborhood for him and all morning speaking with our neighbors. He has just vanished in thin air. I'm trying to stay hopeful that he will make his way home, but it's hard to not imagine all the things that could happen. He's an indoor cat, and we haven't been living in this area for a year yet, I hope he isn't lost somewhere.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJOnRItGujg_6RpMJrPEFPuasQxuJE9rj9DUG87Ue9zqLXi0_E6c5PKsgHAP5gA2J2x4RCHv-K2XQLMS_lwYYj0SYyJfW_hQyNZU0W9l2_aBHq7xT_0gKTPoLiQOtuxXclfwDPCGiBMUL/s1600/cuddle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJOnRItGujg_6RpMJrPEFPuasQxuJE9rj9DUG87Ue9zqLXi0_E6c5PKsgHAP5gA2J2x4RCHv-K2XQLMS_lwYYj0SYyJfW_hQyNZU0W9l2_aBHq7xT_0gKTPoLiQOtuxXclfwDPCGiBMUL/s320/cuddle.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Although I love both my cats equally, Kaysar felt like my companion, that he had chosen me to be his person. The first time I saw him I was buying our other cat, Jinx, his food from a store that also housed Toronto rescue cats up for adoption. At the time Kaysar went by the name Skye, and he just came right up to me and when I bent to pet him, he jumped into my arms. It felt like fate that we were to take him home because he was already set for adoption with someone else, but when they found out that he had been sick as a kitten, they decided against it. He joined our family instead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EwRKGrC1tFXoz_L1VI_EzDRmULGLuGM1B3QKA2i0VRSk2OPUyhKLNm6knyJ88-OisHGNY0TXTjIPmXiKfq4wUQugY-maC0Tz1Jy8J2sPA3oB25PHkWCA_jt8MWwBBXRIdCJokHBsR0zy/s1600/kaysar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EwRKGrC1tFXoz_L1VI_EzDRmULGLuGM1B3QKA2i0VRSk2OPUyhKLNm6knyJ88-OisHGNY0TXTjIPmXiKfq4wUQugY-maC0Tz1Jy8J2sPA3oB25PHkWCA_jt8MWwBBXRIdCJokHBsR0zy/s320/kaysar.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center">Lately I have felt as though I haven't given Kays the kind of attention that he is acustomed to having because I have been so focused on my daughter. Quinn-Estelle is one now, is into everything and I sometimes feel spread thin. Now I have a lot of guilt and regrets and I just wish I knew that he was okay and I wish he would just come home so I can shower him with love and just hold him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAncp2RkucmBZeP-59A2yMI8x_VgLFQ-v0GYPTtoFtNJ6zvZpgyT9OZ0n-tKsNQHn0pRVdJhMgXOhOlQgnlIp9OMwxG5Q-aCSFvBMVcIlU0SCuR3QSndL5KdNF03P9JwpE4NarVcDi4tid/s1600/kaysandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAncp2RkucmBZeP-59A2yMI8x_VgLFQ-v0GYPTtoFtNJ6zvZpgyT9OZ0n-tKsNQHn0pRVdJhMgXOhOlQgnlIp9OMwxG5Q-aCSFvBMVcIlU0SCuR3QSndL5KdNF03P9JwpE4NarVcDi4tid/s320/kaysandme.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Home just doesn't feel the same without him. <br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-78224659630926233972012-03-09T17:59:00.001-08:002012-03-09T18:01:19.735-08:00Radiohead & My Madness<div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/85568461639770243_bmQCwUuX_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Yesterday morning I spent an hour and a half fighting with a bogged down Internet site,</div><div align="center"> until finally scoring presale tickets to Radiohead's June 16th concert in Toronto. </div><div align="center">A few days after my <a href="http://orchidstoashes.blogspot.com/2012/02/tickets-to-florence.html">Tickets to Florence</a> post, I had gotten word that Radiohead would be in Toronto, and knew that after about 15 years waiting...I really needed to see this band.</div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/189925309254996267_qXrf4Xuy_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Instead of taking my chances with Ticket Master and the general public ticket release (occurring today at noon) I went directly to Radiohead's online store, <a href="http://www.waste.uk.com/">W.A.S.T.E. uk</a>. </div><div align="center">They had a presale release on tickets, that was slated for Thurs. March 8th, 10am...but actually happened closer to 10:25am. This had to be the most frustrating experience ever. The site was so backed up that it took me 20 minutes just to get the page to load. When I eventually did get through, I selected my tickets entered my email, and promptly lost connection. I was sure those tickets were gone. </div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/23010648065582122_gGkRRBYA_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Luckily, I had been also keeping tabs on a fan site forum, and people there were very helpful. Many were saying that if you managed to get to the 'enter info' stage of the process, your tickets were likely saved in a purchase basket, and to keep hitting refresh on your computer. </div><div align="center">I was doubtful, because after an hour I kept getting 'sold out' when attempting to purchase. I was a moment away from giving up, when out of the blue, they were there! </div><div align="center">I held my breath while entering all my info as carefully as possible, hit sumit...and low and behold, I received my ticket confirmation email. I don't think I have ever worked so hard at getting concert tickets. This was just bananas. </div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/24910604158413567_M4tgehho_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">The most ridiculous part is that this is a general admission concert, so it's not like getting tickets on presale was going to give me any particular advantage. Chances are, I would have gotten tickets regardless considering that the capicity of Downsview Park, where the concert is taking place, is somewhere around 25-30k...from what I've been told. It came down to not wanting to take a risk going up against the general public. Radiohead has apparently been selling out within an hour and a half, each venue of their 2012 tour. </div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/275915914640122627_RYsEVd3O_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">I'm just so excited to have the opportunity to go see them! With Radiohead in June, and Florence & the Machine in August...this summer is gearing up to be pretty monumental:) </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">All pictures are courtesy of Pinterest:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/77335318570990265/">http://pinterest.com/pin/77335318570990265/</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/189925309254996267/">http://pinterest.com/pin/189925309254996267/</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/23010648065582122/">http://pinterest.com/pin/23010648065582122/</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/24910604158413567/">http://pinterest.com/pin/24910604158413567/</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/275915914640122627/">http://pinterest.com/pin/275915914640122627/</a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-76504497354726661012012-02-29T21:53:00.004-08:002012-02-29T22:00:50.240-08:00Far Off Place<div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/174514554280335151_tN7lpTUz_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Before motherhood, this was the time of year my husband and I would usually book a vacation for the spring. Life has changed significantly in the last year and a half, and it will probably be a while before we can think to escape to some beautiful place. For now it's daydreams only...</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/175147872977866728_Lb9SfEP3_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...of all the far off places.</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/124974958379130949_yq7dOtlw_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/112519690659691546_ZgV5xoj0_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/103019910195582608_pDF7Y6XN_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">White sand beaches just waiting for me to bury my feet, with clear aqua waters.</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/135741376238233575_STmKH8FF_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/97953360614914787_glTa4wjU_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adventure and excitement</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/263742121897408231_oQTYeToD_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/263742121897372129_EYTPDnt2_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mysterious wonders</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/169307267210955744_JhXjBnD7_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/193303008975528939_KCrVyMfK_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The places fairy tales originated</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/193303008975530762_ht3XRB7e_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/181269953721227976_lKO5Soxg_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pinned Image" border="0" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/181269953721227976_lKO5Soxg_c.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Those red telephone booths in London</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/4996249556335780_FbzVD5Jv_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/255368241340224488_GWmMzyLl_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Culture and diversity</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/193021533999053893_euPwcrP9_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/263742121897375351_XCLAKfsi_c.jpg" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tranquillity and serenity</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/169307267210970219_8R91boW5_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/166492517443958487_J4KE5t2J_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><em><strong><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/9218374206755916_LSzGmca9_c.jpg" /></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Enchantment and unity</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/157485318189212665_U26hrYdG_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/237213105342524844_BQ0WSdUs_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sometimes sea, sometimes sky</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/101119954102786923_990EqtQ9_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/214272894740487815_fuzk0KqX_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sigh!</span></div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/175147872977739201_h4dpZir9_c.jpg" /></div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-50681722040658647452012-02-29T21:34:00.000-08:002012-02-29T21:34:05.528-08:00Tickets to Florence<div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/188658671859811760_mIbnbnKj_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">A few nights ago I received a most excellent surprise from my husband. I had been having a bit of a grueling day, cleaning for 6 hours for the 1st birthday party we were hosting for our daughter. My husband was acting a bit cheeky when he got home from work, being all mysterious, going straight to the computer...unusual since he always beelines straight to our baby girl. </div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/203576845625462132_yONNKfVf_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> He tried to get me to wait around to see what he was up to, but I was desperate for a long shower. Well, when I got out, he handed me printed out tickets. I thought to myself, "oh please don't let these be basketball tickets" which was then immediately followed by "maybe <em>Cats</em> in is town". </div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/109493834659950343_MCBkLAvw_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> I almost went into shock when I saw Florence & The Machine staring up at me. My hubby had been thoughtful enough to buy tickets when he heard they would be in Toronto in August, </div><div align="center">waiting for the moment they would go on sale. </div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/52213676899305129_20vBzsgJ_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">It was one of the sweetest things he has done in quite a while. I'm so excited for this concert. </div><div align="center"><strong>Florence & The Machine</strong> has became one of my favourites over the last few years. Songs such as The <em>Dog Days Are Over</em>, <em>Cosmic Love</em>, <em>Blinding</em>, <em>Heavy In Your Arms</em>, <em>Only If For A Night</em>, <em>Shake It Off</em>, <em>My Best Dress</em> and <em>7 Devils</em>, becoming regular hits on my Ipod.</div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/45247171225724698_M1nyvyJA_c.jpg" /></div><div align="center">I have been able to mark <em>Heart</em>, <em>Stone Temple Pilots</em> and <em>Nine Inch Nails</em> off my concert checklist...now<strong> Florence & The Machine</strong>! If only I could add <em>Tori Amos</em> and <em>Radiohead</em> in there </div><div align="center">and my life would be complete;)</div><div align="center"><img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/43065740156212442_Vwz415aY_c.jpg" /></div>Eclectic Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13418341561222847623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322210861386339175.post-3549574714362308152012-02-29T20:12:00.001-08:002012-04-02T13:28:50.492-07:00Chapter One<div style="text-align: center;"><img height="224" id="il_fi" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIro46mPxlMMKEaEGaIvrPkAK8fIwXnHg7ThpI8Img8m1yuiXLODU0ACBLU_0LrPlqCBlwA_vo9F0DYk0KtASd8JLyETnrN6KptyqswjcPybnIi3kooEJKrfzuo2MSZIdQawtyINdU7is/s320/quill_n_paper.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="272" /><br />
It seems I've found myself with another blog! I may be getting in over my head, seeing as how I sometimes have trouble keeping up with my first blog <a href="http://closetofaneclecticgypsy.blogspot.com/">Closet Of An Eclectic Gypsy</a>. Thing is, I created a definite theme of fashion, decor and other pretty little things with my "Closet" blog, leaving me without a place to talk about my other interests...or even just vent about my day. So hence, this blog just sort of manifested. If fashion is your flavour, come visit me at <a href="http://closetofaneclecticgypsy.blogspot.com/">Closet Of An Eclectic Gypsy</a>. If books, music, poetry, crystals, numerology and faeries are more your style...</div><div style="text-align: center;">then you've come to the right place. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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