Just a short time ago, I decided to visit Paul's bachelor apartment. I have visited bachelor apartments before, but I have learned how not to be surprised when it is a mess. Admittedly, I am stereotyping these poor males, whom have no regard for their personal belongings or homes. From experiences I now have a firm belief that all bachelor men live in dirty houses, with no regard for cleanliness whatsoever. After visiting Paul's bachelor apartment, the images that I saw will forever haunt my dreams, and even create some nightmares. Upon arriving at his apartment, I had to rush to the call of nature, and headed for the bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom practically showed me what a disaster area really looks like. I thought I had been momentarily been transported to the Twilight Zone. For instance, a brief glance at the bathtub led me to believe that a cat could have used it as a litter box. So much dirt was built up around the bottom and edges of the bathtub that I envisioned myself being swallowed whole by quicksand if I stepped in it. However, the worst was yet to come when I noticed the sink and toilet was covered in a slimy goo that clung to the edges in an attempt to hang on for dear life. When I had enough of being horrified by ghastly visions of monsters coming up through the drains, I threw myself out of the bathroom and immediately into another crisis area.

Living rooms were made in my opinion, to be places you can eventually move around and sit in. This was definitely not the case in this apartment. There were boxes that laid about carelessly, dirty and clean clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor. I could not even distinguish between what were clean and what were dirty. The only indicator that this was indeed a living room I was in was because of the piles of CD's, a few magazines, and movies pushed against the walls. It took every ounce of strength I had at this point to not comment on the appearance of his apartment. After biting my tongue, I walked into the kitchen.

How can anyone's kitchen look so horribly awful? Definitely leave it to a bachelor to make me disgusted with the site of his kitchen, the most sacred place in a house to a woman. The floor and dishes had dried pieces of week old food cliging to it that looked as if it was part of the original design. A lone towel lay on the sink full of dishes in an attempt to hide them from the visitors. Although I was afraid of what inhabited the refridgerator, I cautiously opened the door and saw nothing but condiments. I quickly closed the refridgerator door, and rushed for the escape route, the only way out of this bachelor existence. As I said my good-byes, I quietly vowed to never return.

As I drove home, I thought about the afternoon's events. I started to chuckle to myself when I realized that the long-standing stereotype of how badly a bachelor really lives was irrefutably true just by visiting Paul's apartment. This apartment will forever haunt my dreams. The next time I go over to any single man's apartment, I will seriously contemplate saying, "No thanks, maybe some other time." So to all those bachelors out there, I leave these words of advice, "Do not invite people over, unless it is a maid service to clean your apartment."

Musical concerts always leave me spellbound. The Glass Tiger concert was definately no exception. The concert was great, and afterwards, I met Alan Frew, the lead singer of the band. Alan Frew, an incredibly humorous songwriter, left me almost breathless with his passion for music. The Glass Tiger concert was the single most exhilarating evening of this year, and is etched into my mind forever.

When I was a young woman, listening to Glass Tiger on the stereo would throw me into fits of ecstasy. I longed to see Alan Frew in person and feel the passion of his spectacularily written music. His hit songs of the 1980's -- Your Town and My Song -- awakened listeners through the melodious Celtic beats they contained. Back then I could not see Alan Frew in person, but I imagined him to be a person that could lift my spirits. In my dreams, the perfectly proportioned Alan Frew compared well to my mental images of an Adonis.

The concert left my earlier dreams of Alan Frew's perfection intact. The crowd, including myself, cheered when the bands first chords of music filled the bar. The frantic audience surged forward, reaching out to grasp at Alan Frew's greatness. Screams of delight pulsed through the air as Alan Frew roared out, "Hello Edmonton." As he spoke, the magical sensual sounds of his voice once again filled my head. The lights in the bar dimmed to emit an ethereal glow of innocence around the members of the band. It was definately a dream come true. The excited audience looked around anxiously awaiting his next move.

With each song Alan Frew threw the crowd into fits of exuberant jubilation. The audience mouthed the words, synchronized to the song, as if they were the stars performing on stage. When Alan Frew actually looked my way, my heart leaped into spasms of joy. As a slow song permeated the room, people's lighters flared to life and luminescently burned. Spontaneous tears of bliss and joy overcame on woman; perhaps her dream had come true at the concert.

The concert was finally over, and Alan Frew, a sweaty Adonis, emerged before me. Thousands of words flew into my mouth, but all I could do was utter, "Hi." Awestruck, I stared into his magnificent green-gray eyes, trying to solve the mysteries of what to say next. Looking around cautiously, I noticed a crammed waiting room, filled with eagerly devoted fans, all waiting for Alan Frew's attention. Feelings of remorse and impatience sprung from me, as a camera flashed before my eyes. A picture is worth a million memories, but Alan Frew's hug is definitely my most treasured. Tingling sensations of warmth moved over my body, as the camera once again flashed. The rough masculine hands of Alan Frew caressed my pen, scribbling a sentimental autograph on the paper I handed to him, then crushed to my body.

As the monumental evening neared an end, feelings of despair, anguish and grief over came me. I met greatness, and all I could say was, "Hi." The evening would scream out to me as a learning experience. Glass Tiger or not, the band consisted of normal human beings, and should be treated as people. Still Alan Frew's music and beauty will continue to overwhelm me, no matter if I saw him repeatedly or not at all. I realize now that this was an evening I shall never forget.

Washing and drying your clothes can be an overwhelming task, especially to those people that have never done laundry. Doing your laundry is a very simple process, which includes 4 main tasks towards its final completion: sorting clothes, setting the washing machine dials, putting in soap and fabric softener, and drying your clothes. For those of you that have never done laundry, this step by step guide will lead you towards having cleaner, softer feeling clothes in no time. When your laundry has significantly piled up, get out a box of laundry soap, some fabric softener, and head towards your washer and dryer. You can stare at these two machines all you want, but in the end it will not get you very far until you add a load of clothes to either of the two.

Sorting your clothes properly can save you from having a colour change nightmare. No one wants their white clothes to turn pink or some other ghastly looking colour. Make sure you have all your white clothes in one pile, seperate from the colour and dark piles. Finally after you finish sorting out all of your clothes; grab one pile, moving it to the washer and dryer. Place your clothes evenly around the inside of the washing machine. The washing machine can not wash two loads in one.

Now let's move on to setting the dials on the washing machine. First, find the temperature dial, setting it to the right temperature for the load you are about to wash. Usually, a cold or warm setting is best, except when you are washing whites, which requires a hotter temperature setting. Then, turn the water level dial to the appropiate setting. You should not use a small water level when you have placed a large amount of clothes inside the washing machine. the clothes would not get enough water to clean them properly, and you might find soap pieces all over your clothes. Finally, turn the start dial to the normal position, and pull the knob out towards you.

You can have dry clothes in a few simple steps. Set your damp clothes along with a fabric softener sheet in the dryer, closing the door afterwards. Only use the fabric softener sheet if you did not use liquid fabric softener earlier. Set the temperature dial to a warm or hot setting. Next, turn the timer dial to sixty minutes, and press the start button. For the time remaining, put another load into the washing machine, or just sit back and relax. Once the dryer has finished, fold up and put away your clothes.

Indeed, washing and drying clothes is not that hard of a task. The machines almost do all the work for you. If this is your first time washing and drying clothes, then it may be a little bit overwhelming. After you wash and dry your clothes many, many times, oddly enough after awhile, it will become second nature to you. The four main steps in doing laundry are very simple tasks. You may wonder why you have felt so apprehensive towards doing your laundry.

When the time passes by, people are apt to change their social and perosnal aspects. This is especially true for women. going forward into time, a woman in the medieval era would not be comfortable in the world we live in today. The same goes for a woman from this period going back into time, if she could, to the medieval era. Although they are both women, they are from two different worlds. Women in both eras would differ in interests, work, clothing, and attitudes. The structures of these women's everyday lives may be similar, but the roles they play in society are not.

A woman always seems to be working, even when she is at rest. Women of today work in many areas of the workforce and discrimination does not usually take place. Some women even hold higher positions then men do, for example, the Prime Minister of England was Margaret Thatcher for many years. On average, women work eight to nine hours a day, five days a week. Women are not restricted in the type of position they take, or the workload that is given to them. Today you can see women as carpenters, construction workers, in parliament, and even in the army. In medieval times, when women worked, it was usually in the home, or related to household duties. Higher or upper class ladies did not work at all. Women of the upper class watched over the servants and took care of the meal and party planning. Women of the lower class, or peasants, usually did menial jobs such as working in the kitchens, needlework, or working as barmaids. Women of this time were expected to oversee the family and make sure the household was cared for.

In a woman's spare time, she can accomplish many tasks. Today's society is fast-paced, so women may feel a little over- whelmed with all they have to do in a day. Leisure and activities help women of today to relax. Some women go to fitness gyms to relax their bodies and minds from stress. Reading, a soothing activity, is a plasure most women welcome at the end of their long day. Unwinding to music, watching television, gardening, and going for walks has been quoted as the main things women in this era like to do in their spare time. In contrast, women of the medieval era had interests and ativities that were not so advanced. Women usually did activities in groups, helping each other in times of great need due to drought, bad health, or personal hardships. Leisure activities and interests in this era consisted of crafts, doing things for the household, and raising their children. Most women could not read, and it was frowned upon if women knew more than men. The crafts they did consisted mainly of needlework and sewing clothes for their family. Women were very concerned with their families well-being, and many of their activities are examples of this. Progress for women has stimulated them to be free-thinkers, and to do more for us as people.

Clothing that women wear has changed over the years. Women of the medieval era did not have the freedom of choosing the clothes they would wear; husbands or wives would usually buy the clothes for them. Society of this era dictacted that the dresses women wore could show no leg, but cleavage was accepted. Higher-class women wore many layers, starting with the corset, a body-shaping piece of clothing. the more layers a woman wore, the higher in status she was considered. Women of today can definitely feel more casual and at home in the clothing styles they wear. They generally do not wear many layers of clothing unless it is cold outside. Work clothes are dressier than at home, consisting of slacks, dresses or skirts, with blouses or ironed shirts, and dressier shoes. Casual clothes would consist of jeans, t-shirts, or sweaters. Today women even have the ability to choose what they wear.

Perceptions of women, and the attitudes they have are significant to realizing what role women play in society. Women today are just as intelligent and knowledgeable as men are. Women now attend colleges and universities, can read and write novels, and hold jobs in companies and parliament. the women of the past were more concerned about the family. They would take care of the nedy, the sick, cook and clean, and raise their children. Women were nurturing, and learned to be good wives and mothers.

Looking back, we can see how women have progressed in society. No longer are women subservient and uneducated, but they have a position as well as men do in society. women of the two eras, modern and medieval, are definitely from two different worlds, but which one is the better to live in? Although women have progressed in areas, they have also stepped away from the traditional family roles and priorities of women in the medieval era. Taking concepts from both periods, and implementing them, may be just the way to harmonize and bring forth new ideas and goals for women.

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