Last post of the year

I can't believe it's already New Year's Eve! It feels like it was just Christmas, though that may be because I just spent the last four days not at home. They were very busy. Full to the brim almost every flight, which is good for the company, not so great for us since we're working hard and people get kind of cranky being shoved in so tight. I was also in Ottawa all three nights, which was kind of boring since Kristen and Jordan weren't there. I had fun with the crew though and did some window shopping and a lot of sleeping. I got home yesterday, after an exhausting day, (just think, from started in Ottawa at 7 am eastern time, flew to Toronto, sat for two hours, flew to Vancouver, then to Kelowna, then finally arrived in Calgary at 6 pm, AND three people puked and I had to deal with all three incidents), and ended up driving one of the other Flight Attendants home because her battery was dead in her car. We fiddled around for a bit but couldn't reach the jumper cables to her car from mine, so we gave up. I was super tired and couldn't wait to get home, but seriously if that was me with a dead car I would probably have had a small hissy fit, and I couldn't not drive her home.

I got home, veged on the couch and went to bed. Herein lies the problem. I was in bed by about 10, so this morning I wake up at 8:30, which is a decent amount of sleep, but tonight is NEW YEARS! And I'm going to have to stay up all night and party. I think I'll have to take a nap.

Speaking of New Year's, this is the first year in about 5 that I haven't had to work! I shouldn't say HAD to work, because I normally choose to work at the golf course since it's great money and two of my best friends also work at the same spot, but it's nice to not have to work, to be able to party and just chill out. So tonight's festivities include driving out to Millarville with about 15-20 friends and staying at a cabin out there. We'll be well fed and liquored up, party till the morning, nap a bit, eat some breakfast (maybe?) and head home. I'm really looking forward to it.

Lots of people have been talking about how much they ate over the holidays... well I can say I didn't eat loads and loads, but now, after emptying my stocking of all the candies and goodies, I have a GIANT tupperware container full. And it's sitting beside me right now. And I'm eating it. I think it needs to go away.

Happy New Year's everyone! Catch yalls on the flip side. (of the year that is...)

Why?

I always wonder why I choose to go shopping on boxing day. The sales aren't usually that great... Most stores don't even have sales, others have sales like

"50% off!!!! (on already reduced merchandise)"

and in the rare store that has a great sale, it's normally on all week. So I ask myself why I wake up at 7 in the morning, drive to the mall, spend 20 minutes finding a parking spot, get walked into by fifty ladies with too many bags, stand in line to get into a store, get elbowed by thirteen year olds who have finally gotten permission from their parents to go to the mall alone (only because they don't want to take them themselves), rummage through the disaster zones they call clothing stores, and then wait in line for half an hour to buy a shirt that's five dollars off. Today someone finally solved this age old question.

She said: "Why do men go sit alllll day in the freezing cold in the forest to hunt a duck when they can just go buy one at the grocery store? It's because it's so much more satisfying to have something that they really worked hard at. It's all about the hunt!"

When someone compliments me on the shirt that I got for five dollars off, I don't just say "Thanks!", I say "Thanks! I got it on boxing day!" I'm proud to say I braved the insanity that is boxing day shopping to get this shirt.

It's all about the hunt. It makes sense to me now. It's my way of hunting, without holding a gun or killing an animal.

Sick

I always seem to get sick during christmas... fun times.

I had a pairing, slept a lot, went to cosco, played a sweet guitar game, and slept some more. Had to deal with some interesting guests on board, slept some more, and blew my nose a bunch.

That's really all I can say. I'm feeling like I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing over the next two days, and since it's 11:10 pm I can't call my mummy to ask her what I'm supposed to do. Oh well, I guess I'll find out in the morning.

I still need to wrap some presies too.

And did I mention I'm sick?

Boo.

On a super amazing note, I got picked up from the airport today!!!!! I finally had someone there waiting to give me a huge hug as I walked out the doors! YAY I have the best sister in the world!

*$%@#! %$#&!

This is what I was screaming yesterday morning at 5 am. Since I had to work at 6 am at Starbie's, I dragged my lazy ass out of bed, drowsily went into the bathroom, did my thing, then flushed the toilet. I'm getting my toothbrush out and I realize the water isn't going down, but instead rising alarmingly quickly. One of the worst feelings in the world I've discovered is watching your toilet water rise and being able to do nothing about it. The water gets to the top, and then just starts spewing out. All over the bathroom. I'm standing there in my undies and a hoodie, in a corner hopping up and down as to not get covered in peey water, and swearing. Profusely. I try to grab everything that's on the ground and huck it in the sink, but the water just keeps coming and coming. I hop out the door and knock on Linda's door and try to say in the calmest voice ever but end up screaming "LINDA! CAN YOU COME HERE FOR A SECOND???"

She sort of sensed the urgency in my voice I guess and came out and I said "LINDA! The toilet exploded!" She just started laughing and said "oh dear." I almost shook her her, but didn't, and said "Don't you see, pee all over the bathroom!" Then she realized the seriousness of the situation and we sort of whipped into action. Except we had nothing with which to whip into action since we have no plunger and no mop. Great. I threw a bunch of our towels on the ground, dry heaving the entire time, and tried to make it as un peey as possible. At one point I said "oh god I think I'm gonna puke" and to that Linda replied "Don't puke though, cause you have no where to puke!" We laughed for a split second and then realized that there was sewage all over the bathroom and got back to work. I still had to work at 6, so I hopped in the shower, did one of the world's longest jumps out of the tub and out the door of the bathroom, and quickly got ready for work.

I left and Linda had to deal with a lot of the nastiness... She came into work and I gave her a giant extra strong coffee to fuel her throughout the entire morning. Basically she unplugged the toilet and scrubbed every inch of the bathroom (and a lot of the apartment) with disinfectant (after a trip to the home depot and walmart). Our place smells very lemony! My gross job was to wash the nasty towels, which I was prepared to do, but my loving mother actually did it for me! I put them through twice with extra rinse cycles, so I hope I'll be able to use them again. If not, I'll need some new bath towels!

Seriously, how does a toilet clog from pee? That's all I'm asking.

And why does it clog at 5 in the morning?

Weekend Update

I had a great weekend and part of the week, and I'm thinking the rest of my week slash weekend will go equally as well.

On Friday I worked and went out for drinks with some work people, then on Saturday I went Christmas shopping with the g-ma and got a killer coat and some sweaters. Then I got a late night call from Yvette telling me that she was coming to my place in 20 minutes and we were going to crash the staff party. I got all dolled up and off we went. It was a gong show. That's about all I can say. I worked super early the next morning, so I wasn't a gong show per se, but Yvette and I were definitely there and having a great time.

The next morning I went to work for 5:45 only to find out I actually worked at 5:30... Oops. But then, THREE WHOLE NIGHTS in Ottawa, meaning home cooked dinners and chillin with the sis and Jordan. I chilled out at their place most of them time, but got a little too comfortable in a chair at Chapters one of the days waiting for Jordan to be done at school, and fell asleep only to be woken up by the security guard informing me that I wasn't supposed to sleep in Chapters. I guess my Sufjan Stevens in my iPod and my Spanish book combined with the smell of Starbucks and a comfy chair were a lethal combination. I was kind of mortified, especially when the guard came back like 10 times to make sure I wasn't asleep again. Oh well.

I came home today, had some Vietnamese and bubble tea with Yvette, and then tomorrow I'm getting a haircut, working at starbies and I think I have a date. I don't leave again until Wednesday, so I'm pretty stoked to have the weekend off.

That's the weekend update, I guess it wasn't that exciting. After having re-read it, it seems kinda meh, but I had a great time, and I think I'm just really excited for this weekend.

Things I learned last night (and part of this morning)

1. There is a new feature at bus stops. A lamp post with two buttons, one being the light, and the second being a little flashy signal to tell the bus you would like to be picked up (and not a crazy wild flashy thing, just a little signal that's quite discrete). How cool!
2. It takes 7 minutes to get from Crowchild and Kensington Rd. to the KFC on 37th Street. 5 of those minutes? idling outside the gross Vietnamese restaurant and the VHQ or whatever movie store that is these days.
3. Aussie Rules is a fun place.
   
4. Sitting at the bar is also fun.
5. Sitting at the bar with someone who works there means stiff drinks. (Half-and-half stiff).
6. The 20 year old bartender is CUTE.
7. The 20 year old cute bartender is TROUBLE.
8. The 20 year old cute bartender likes pouring girls shots.
   
9. I can't drink 7 shots and half of a very stuff drink in one hour. (Well, obviously I CAN, I just can't.)
   
10. The have little mini disani water bottles at Aussie Rules.
    
11. The bathroom is a long walk from the bar.
12. I can't walk very well after 7 shots and half of a very stiff drink.
13. There are now three little mini disani water bottles in a bathroom stall at Aussie Rules.
14. Making yourself puke isn't very easy.
15. I can puke a lot after eating very little.
16. The 20 year old cute bartender still pours girls shots after they puke.
17. Sarah can continue drinking after she pukes.
    
18. I can't.
19. I like to write text messages when I'm drunk.
20. I can spell surprisingly well when I'm drunk.
21. My new boots? VERY hard to take off when I'm drunk.
22. I have a new found sense of appreciation for the chair by my front door.
    
23. My room seems very far from my front door.
24. There aren't very many things to hang on to from the front door to my room, but there are quite a few things on which to hit my knee.
25. You still get really hungover even when you only drink for an hour and then puke.

New Post

I finally clicked that little link at the top of my blog to write a new post about SOMETHING since it's been forever since I have. I've been busy. Sorry.

I got back yesterday from a four day with three overnights in Montreal, which was great, though I didn't get much sleep. So what did I do to recover? Go to bed before 8 pm yesterday. I woke up feeling very refreshed this morning at 6:30, on my own (meaning sans alarm clock, not "alone" implying that I normally wake up with someone in my bed), got ready for work, walked the 10 blocks to Starbucks for 8 and had a great shift. It's a good day today.


Tonight I plan to go to Aussi Rules with Sarah and we'll have some drinks, chat, you know, the yuzsh (pronounced like the beginning syllable of "usual").

I wish I had more to say, but I seriously don't. I think I'm getting my "new" tv shortly, which excites me although I'm not sure if my tv stand will support it. I really hope it does.

K before I start rambling, I'll stop.

But I'll try again to get some good music suggestions. Last time, no one said anything. This time: Tell me your favourite tune, artist, ditty, whatever right now. Please?

Pics, finally.

So here are the Vegas pics. Click on a pic to see the set through Flickr. I had some camera issues with the whole focusing thing... There is also a disappointingly little amount of drunken pics... oh well.

World AIDS Day

I would post a picture of a ribbon, but you can see one here, here, and even here.

Wherein I swear, just to let you know.

So I've been avoiding a new post until I had pictures from Vegas so that they wouldn't be like a week later and me being all "here are those pics from that time I went to Vegas" and you're all "I really don't care about some trip you took a while ago, I cared a while ago when I was reading about the trip" when really you don't care at all but at least there was something visually pleasing while reading about some trip you don't care about, but alas, I haven't gotten the stupid cord from my mum's place yet, and thus not having a way to get the pics on the computer to put on the internet. BUT, it's been a while since I posted and I was getting bored, so new, vegas picture-less post is here.

I got back today from a three-day, which was pretty easy/fun/annoying. The easy part was that it was easy (duh), the fun part was that I got to see Steph in London, where we had dinner at this awesome restaurant with her boif and bro, another fun part was that I got to see anOTHER friend in Grand Prairie and had dinner and chatted about people and had to use the staff bathroom at the restaurant*, and the annoying part was that my flights from GP and Edmonton got delayed so much today because stupid Edmonton only had one de-icing truck that a bunch of people missed their connections and I felt horrible about it. Especially this one guy, who has a really long weird story, but the jist is that he missed his flight, and his ex-wife will be pissed off yet again and hate him even more. My heart went out to him, especially when he was in the back galley trying to phone her to tell her he was missing his flight and he was leaving a message and me being the queen eavesdropper listening in and hearing how awkward the message was. (And FYI I wasn't even staring at him while I was eavesdropping like I normally have to.) ANYWAY, I was sad that people missed their connections.

I'm VERY glad to come home to more tolerable weather... It was minus a bazillion when I left, and now I think sitting around zero, which feels like a heatwave! Yay for chinooks and missing the transition so I don't even have to get a headache! My feel are still cold though. When will they ever warm up?

I'm almost done my Christmas shopping, which is not as much of an accomplishment as it sounds since each person is getting one small gift plus something from Starbucks. Nonetheless, I only have one more main gift to purchase and then maybe a couple for some friends if I have any money left. This Christmas is really hard for me, because one of my favourite things is to give gifts, and whenever I'm shopping I ALWAYS see things that I would love to buy for people (especially Kristen... I find probably 20 things a day I'd love to buy for her) but I don't have any money this year, so I'm limited to one gift for under the tree and one gift for the stocking per person, both gifts being probably worth the same small teensy amount of money. It sucks. I wish I could buy more, but I really really can't. I also wish I could buy presies for my "extended family" like friends, family friends, fake in laws etc. but I don't know if it's in the cards. We'll see.

I have more to say, but I don't feel like it right now. Sorry! I'm busy reeling on the fact that I just got invited to go to Hawaii with someone, but can't go because I'm working on Sunday. Who gets invited to Hawaii and then doesn't go? ME. Fuck I'm an idiot**.

*I will however tell this story. So we're in earls in GP. I get up to go to the bathroom shortly after getting our bevvys. I go into the bathroom, and all the toilets are, um, full. I go to flush one of them. Nothing happens. I try them all, and none flush. I walk out of the bathroom and some manager type walks by. I tell her the bathrooms aren't working. She says "oh, well I'll try to fix them".

Flash to 10 minutes later, me REALLY having to pee. Manager type brings us our calamari.

Me: "How are those bathrooms coming along?"

Manager Type: "well, yeah they aren't working, I don't know what to tell you."

Me: "Ummmm, so where am I supposed to pee?"

MT: "Do you have to go that bad?"

Me: "Well, ummmm, yeah, and we're about to start our appetizer and we're planning on having dinner, and I don't really want to have to sit here the whole time having to pee."

MT: "OK."

Then she walks away... I look at my friend and we giggle uncomfortably. MT comes back.

MT: "I can walk you up to the Staff bathroom. Come on."

So I go as well as my friend, since she has to pee now as well, and we walk through the kitchen, up some stairs, down a hall, into a bathroom where servers have left their street clothes to pee. The most awkward part? Waiting for my friend to pee, in the staffroom, with Manager Type and other servers talking about how wasted they were all last night. MT is looking at me nervously hoping I'm not listening, but this time I wasn't as good an eavesdropper so I'm staring at everyone as they're talking. Weird story.

**Sorry I swore. Seemed like the thing to do.

So I went to Vegas

I'm home now. Vegas was very interesting. Part of me loved it, and the other part of me hated it with every morsel in my body. I'm disappointed and thrilled all at the same time. Very strange.

The things I liked:

• The lights - SO MANY LIGHTS
• The Strip in it's strippy glory
• New York New York - The hotel smells like apples, it has high ceilings in the casino, and it has the coolest roller coaster EVER. It goes outside and around the hotel and so high... it was freaking awesome and probably the best thing IN Vegas. I loved it!
  
• The Fashion Show Mall - Even though I happened to be in Vegas on the busiest shopping day of the year, I loved the mall and the ridiculousness of it... Two live shirtless male models in the entrance of Abercrombie? Crazy, but hilarious.
• The free drinks while playing quarter slots. HELLO
• Walking around drunk until 5 in the morning from hotel to hotel. So funny.
• Walking around Vegas in a tank top when it's minus 20 in Calgary.
  
• Going to Vegas for free.

The things I disliked:

• Our hotel. Biggest piece of crap ever. Sorry, but true.
• The people - Who on earth gets off an escalator and then stops at the top of it so that people fall into each other while they're trying to get off as well.
• The people - Who on earth brings their five children to Vegas for a vacation. There were kids sleeping in the hotel lobby waiting for their parents to be done gambling. Disgusting.
• The people - Rude. (Sorry I know they're not all rude. But mostly)
  
• The food - I have never felt so gross after two meals in my entire life. We went to the buffet... well nothing on earth could have ever prepared me for that monstrosity. I don't know if I ever want to eat at a buffet again. All I can say is that there's a rule that states that they can kick you out if you stay longer than two hours. I think that rule was enforced several times when we were there. We went to McDonalds late last night before we left since there was nothing else to eat, and they didn't have any of the "healthy choices" that we have here... No wraps (except a fried chicken wrap), no sandwiches, no salads, nothing. I saw someone eating a Big Mac AND a Double Quarter Pounder.
• The whole consumerism of Vegas. I know you go to Vegas to indulge, to live in the surrealness for a little bit, but out there I found myself thinking "Wow I would love to be able to look out my window and see the mountains, and not hear blasting music coming from giant tv screens in the street." I understand that's not what Vegas is, but I think it made me reflect on my own lifestyle and be glad that Vegas wasn't it.

I realize that this weekend wasn't the best time to go, since there were loads of people and everyone was on holidays. I also realize that I LOVE shopping so it's kind of hypocritical to be all "people shouldn't consume so much and appreciate the simple things", but I just didn't like the whole larger than life thing. It really wasn't for me. It was cool to go, for a day, for free. I would like to maybe go back, stay somewhere like NYNY and see some shows, but again, more than two days would be too much for me.

AND even though I'm half American, this american city was way too american for me. I like the hippie Vermont type states, not so much the WOAH WE'RE AMERICAN AND DO EVERYTHING TO THE POWER OF A BAZILLION states.

I did get lots of free drinks though. And that's really what this was all about.

Oh, and pictuers are to follow. I just have to get the cord from my mum's house.

OH, and quite possibly one of the greatest things? I got a 40 of Bombay Gin for $14.50 american. HELLO

Enough.

I was getting really grossed out every time I went to my blog and saw the story about the puking, and then reading the comments about "guess what this kid had for lunch"... Enough. No more puking.

I leave tonight for my big Vegas adventure. I borrowed my mum's camera so that I can be as touristy as I can (and since my camera has seems to decide when and where it wants to take pictures, leaving no control whatsoever upon me). I think I'm going to focus on the shopping... My hotel is apparently just blocks away from the Fashion Show Mall where it seems that I can find pretty much everything. AND, a friend has informed me that if I go to the customer service desk at Macy's and tell them I'm Canadian, I get 11% off everything in the entire store. Sounds good to me! I'm hoping to hit up Bath & Bodyworks, Macy's, and really that's all I know. I don't have much money to shop for myself, but shopping for Christmas will hopefully be successful. I have to remember as I'm packing that I plan on buying a crap load of stuff, so I can leave a little room in my suitcase.

Does anyone know how much stuff I'm technically allowed to bring back to Canada from the states in 22 hours? I'm sure I'll buy way more, but I figure I'll just write down everything and hope I don't have to pay too much extra when I go through customs. Maybe I can sweet talk the customs agent... though I will be wearing multiple clothing items made of polyester, so maybe not. Darn.


So I just checked the Vegas weather... Thursday 20 degrees, Friday 17 degrees. Feels a touch better than here, where on Thursday it's supposed to be minus 8 degrees, and Friday where the HIGH is minus 19. Maybe I'll fall ill in Las Vegas and have to stay there for a few more days to recover.

That's all I've got. I swear if someone pukes on my flights, I'm going to snap.

Something a little less boring

Guess where this little flight attendant is going on Wednesday? Toronto... not too exciting. BUT, the next day? VEGAS BABY!! That's right, twenty hours in Las Vegas, staying ON the strip... I seriously can't wait!

I had my first major puke incident this pairing... A poor lady just kind of puked all over herself and the seat and the floor and everywhere imaginable. The rule is, you find it, you deal with it. So, I happened to be the one walking by when I heard "um, excuse me" and I turned and she had puke EVERYWHERE. SO, I won't go into major details, but I had to go back to the seat three separate times and clean more and more because the smell wouldn't go away. I was on my hands and knees, with my face all up in it, and dry heaving the entire time. I even cried a little bit, just because I was in a "I hate my life" kind of mental state. BUT, as sorry as I felt for myself, I felt sorrier for the lady because she still had a long way to fly and she didn't have extra clothes. And plus she was a grown lady who puked everywhere, and she was so embarrassed. (Don't worry I didn't let her see me cry... only the floor and the piles of puke saw that. And maybe the guy sitting behind her... he certainly saw me dry heaving and he was laughing. I wasn't laughing back.) As soon as I got to my hotel room, I called my sis and we felt sorry for ourselves together. I thought that if anyone would understand how I was feeling, it was her, and she happened to be on the verge of puking herself from a bad headache, so we talked to each other in whiny pathetic voices for a little while and I felt better. She felt better later since talking to me probably only made her headache worse, but she sacrificed... that's what sisters are for!

That was my weekend. Kind of crappy.

BUT,
VEGAS BABY

It's a television commercial...

Do you know what kills me inside, little by little? Those commercials that aren't really commercials but little clips of nature in and around Calgary. They show little ducks swimming in the river or eating bread people have thrown at them, or the trees swaying in the wind, or people jogging in unnaturally short shorts, or some other ridiculously lame and boring piece of nonsense. Possibly the worst part of them is the music. The wordless music that plays a loop of some horrible ditty probably played on a keyboard with one of those buttons that has already recorded background beat. Not only that, but they seem so much longer than normal commercials because there's nothing to keep your attention except thinking "OH MY GOSH WILL THIS EVER END???" I hate them. Hate. Them.

(For you Kristen, the first time around I accidentally wrote "Hat. Them." I had to go back and change it.

That was also boring

Whats with me and the boring posts?

I'm flying out tomorrow for four days, going to chill in Vancouver for a couple of nights, which is quite exciting. Today I cooked some food and am going to work, then to pizza with some Starbie's people. Working the other night at the other Starbucks was WAY better than working at the Chapters Starbucks. The girl I closed with was super nice and it wasn't too bad at all. I still like mine the best, of course, but that one was a suitable option.

That's about all I have right now. I had a crazy weekend, I don't know if I posted about that... I forget. Probably having to do with the drinking, and my brain slowly dying from too much booze. The jist of the weekend was drinking and partying and spending a lot of time with friends. Loved it. I especially spent loads of time with Vanessa... it seemed like we didn't do anything without each other. I kind of liked it, not gonna lie. So much laughing again! I love that girl!

The couch is doing alright. I'm liking it more and more... we'll just have to camouflage the un-matchiness of the couch and chair though.

That's the update. I shall leave with a question: What's your favourite song right now? I'm looking to expand the music library.

that was boring

I didn't really like that post at the top... it was pretty boring and I barely read through it myself, so I don't really expect that someone would take the time to read it either.

I got my new couch today and put it in my place. It's nice. Except it doesn't match the chair that Linda recently bought, which I'm pretty upset about, since it's the greatest new chair ever and I love it. I'll have to think how to solve that one.

That's that. Tonight I work at an OTHER different Starbucks, but this one is just 16th ave so no Chapters. I'm hoping it isn't bad.

That's it. See ya.

My sister did this a little while ago and since I have a lot of time on my hands right now I thought I'd do it too. What I've done is in bold.

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone (and it was vanessa... it's a long story but it wasn't as romantic as you would have hoped)
08. Said “I love you” and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game (I saw a red sox game at Fenway Park... does that count?)
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne (and it gets me into trouble)
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states (soon I hope)
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk.
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe.
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke (as surprising as that sounds I actually haven't, except at Caroline's birthday in grade 4)
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured an ancient site
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played Dungeons & Dragons for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest (paid a pretty price for that too... DID get a beer bong out of it though)
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo (times two)
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Got flowers for no reason
85. Been to Las Vegas (only in the airport so far though)
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently well enough to have a decent conversation
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised (raising) children (child)
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking (every day actually)
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart (doubt it, though there was one guy at Nashville North who said he had a broken heart because I wouldn't go out with him...)
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet (yeah right)
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states (well I've visited way more provinces than states or foreign countries)
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about (I hope I have)
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life (maybe one day, since I know first aid and all)

I look like I've been beaten with a death stick

Red eyes aren't too fun when you haven't had much sleep to begin with. Death... that's what I feel like. Blech. Sleep time.

Shut up!

Guess who's on Breakfast Television?????


The Urban Peasant! He's looking O-L-D. This is the guy who would "measure everything very carefully" on his cooking show while free pouring 80 proof whiskey into some recipe. He often uses his fingers for everything. He would walk around the set with a weird limp and say funny little weird quips about everything. A few years ago he came to the Stampede and my mum was the one who picked him up from the airport and drove him around etc. and she got me an autographed cook book of him. As we speak he's telling these kids to quit with those nuisance forks and use their fingers.

Ah the Urban Peasant. Best Cooking Show. Ever.

Chapters?

So today I have to work at a different Starbucks for a shift, and this one happens to be in a Chapters. I'm kind of scared, because I'm always in my little niche of people at MY Starbucks who understand that I actually don't know anything about my job besides the coffee making and drink calling since I rarely work. Now I have to step outside of my bubble and work somewhere where people don't know me and who aren't amused by my ridiculous stories which makes them love me and forget that I'm slightly incompetent. Yesterday's shift didn't really give me any more confidence because my brain was not working whatsoever and I pretty much wandered aimlessly until I had the thing I was looking for and then wandered again until I knew what to do with it. Hopefully they'll just stick me on till or bar and leave me there until the day is done. (fat chance of that happening.) At least they don't have a drive through. Now THAT would be crazy.
Mix the hungover shift yesterday, the new Christmas drinks that I haven't made, the staff meeting I missed last week re: Christmas drinks, Chapters Starbucks that can get SO busy that the line up travels around the Chapters, and me not knowing anything, and you get a potentially horrendous shift today at Chapters.

Wish me luck.

Update: I got a call from the Chapters Starbucks double checking that I was still good to work tonight. Guess what the male voice over the phone said? "I think we actually went to high school together Heather, I played the flute in Band and was one year younger, and in Marching band too!" (I know I'm making myself look REALLY cool here but this isn't the point, look beyond that and focus!) So I'm trying to deduce which of the two guys it could be who were in band who played the flute and were younger. One I'm PRETTY sure's name is Kyle, and that wasn't this guy's name. So who am I left with? Kristen I think you're following. I think he may have been friends with a recently discovered CSA and a supervisor at Famous Players.... Shit. I'll just roll with it when I get there. Blech. "I didn't know you were a Starbucks Partner! How neat!" Wow, I use neat regularily as well! Wow, I can't wait to go to work now!

uuuuhhhhnnnngggg

I don't feel very good.

In unrelated news, the party was really fun.

Five Days

It seems like forever... Five whole days of work. I leave Tuesday and get back on Saturday. That seriously seems like forever. I hope I still remember where I live when I get back! Or what Linda looks like!

On a side note, the two day trip to Montreal? TOTALLY worth it. I had such a great time out there, as usual, and even though I'm stupid tired I'm glad I went!!! Never too many laughs!

Check y'alls on the flip side... I might have grey hair by the time I'm back!

Quick Update

So I gave in to peer pressure and am in Montreal. I took the 1am flight this morning and got here around 7, slept until now and then we're doing some quick shopping then heading up to the cottage for some Halloween fun tonight. I leave tomorrow night with Vanessa and then back to real life once again! I'm happy I came, but I feel like I might pay for this later. It just seems too good to be true. Either that, or I'll look back in five years and be like "wow remember when I would just up and go to Montreal, Vancouver and London for a day??" and we'll all laugh at my shenanigans.

Anyway, just thought I'd give the update. Hopefully many stories to follow!!

Leaving, on a jet plane

Not that this is unusual for me, since I regularly leave the city and it's generally on a plane. I'm leaving tomorrow and stay in Montreal two nights and Winnipeg one night. Unfortunately, Vanessa is making a trip out there on Thursday, the day AFTER I'm there... and even though I'm there twice, Tuesday and Wednesday aren't generally huge nights out, even in the party city of Montreal. I'll see some friends and chill out, which is probably a good idea since I had a pretty rough weekend.

Today I spent all day at the mall looking for shoes, either runners that I would wear out when I'm away, or work shoes that I'd wear out when I'm away. I can't afford the space in my suitcase to bring both work-out shoes and regular wear shoes... After MUCH looking I found a pair of Pumas that will hopefully cut it for working out. I'm not a polished black shoes with jeans kind of girl, and I couldn't find ANY black work shoes that I would wear just casually. So hopefully these will work for me. If not, I'll be mad I spent money on another pair of shoes since I have about a bazillion.

That's all I got. Sorry.

Another Weekend Update

I went to Lethbridge with Vaness on Thursday to visit Tink Brady and Zach. It was my new car's first mini road trip, so it was a big day for jojac (my car's name... long ish story which I don't feel like typing). We went out to the Duke for the night after playing some drinking games (which ALWAYS end in me hanging over the toilet but this time it didn't) and stayed there for the evening. The next day I hung out in front of the TV for the morning as to still my lurching stomach. Caro and Steve came on Friday night, we all played an other drinking game (time number two that it didn't end in loosing my lunch) and then went to Ice (classy name I know) for some dancing fun. We had an extraordinarily long walk back home because we couldn't get cabs, and then I had the most uncomfortable sleep ever on the couch. Today we chilled for a bit, went to Macdo's and got 44.00$ worth of food for us and the boys and then drove home.

Thrown in there somewhere was me swearing profusely into my rear view mirror because I had just set my cruise control to 20 km over the speed limit and then saw RCMP behind me with their lights flashing, but thankfully weren't after me and then ended in Vaness and I DYING of laughter because we had JUST had a discussion about how fast I could go without getting a ticket (and being safe of course); me crying laughing at lunch with V and Zach for several unknown reasons; me crying laughing again at V because it looked like she was scratching her head with a fork; then more crying laughing at Tink's and my dance routine that started with 5, 6, 5 6 7 8 clap snap hand circles which resulted in V spitting out her drink because SHE laughed... And so much more laughing. And a little stomach unsettleness. But mostly laughing. This paragraph probably means nothing to anyone but me and Vanessa and whoever else was there, but I felt the need to document it anyway. So much laughing. It felt really good to have a lot of crying laughs.

Good weekend. And it's only Saturday.

Edmonton = Stupid

Explanation: I am from Calgary, therefor do NOT like the city of Edmonton. It's something that's in the blood of anyone born in Calgary. I won't cheer for Edmonton sports teams, I don't like visiting Edmonton (it's just not pretty), and I really just don't like anything associated with Edmonton. BUT, ask anyone from Edmonton and they'll say "Calgary... I fricken hate Calgary". So it goes both ways.

ANYWAY, I'm here in Edmonton. And it's 11:18 am. I have already woken up in a different city, worked two flights, gotten to the hotel, eaten breakfast, and set up my computer. 11:18 am. I have THE ENTIRE DAY to spend here. In the city I dislike. Most of me wants to sleep all day and pretend I'm not here, but I think I might have to do something productive. Maybe I'll get new work shoes (that I can wear when I'm not working but on the road because my old ones are too dressy to be actual real shoes) so I don't have to lug around so many pairs of shoes now that flipflops won't suffice in the cold weather.

But I'm not going to like it... let me tell you!

Back Home

I am back. Back to the big city, back to more than three hundred people in a town, back where half of the town does not have the same last name, back to where there aren't 20 kids everywhere I look, back to me being anonymous... back home.

ALTHOUGH, I really do think I could live in a small town like that, just not one that was so far from a big city. I like the security, I like the community, I like the support systems that exist in small towns like that. I just don't like the idea of driving five hours to get some decent stuff.

Anyway, I had a great time up there, and I am quite excited to go back up in February for Carnaval. My little kiddos are all growns up. The thing about being back up there was the inexplicable urge to eat all the time. There was so much delicious food, home cooking, and little bon bons (which is not bon bons but french candies) that were irresistible. As soon as I got back home, I was no longer hungry for sweets, but the second I got there I was just wanting to EAT. Anyway hopefully I'll be able to run it off this week.

That's my update of the trip. It was fun. Happy to be home though.

I'm tired

How can watching a 10 month old for one day exhaust me? Especially since she was asleep from 9-11:30 and then again from 1:15-3:00? Seriously. One child. For almost no time. AND I took a nap in there somewhere.

The kids are great. Eric apparently forgot that I used to deny him snacks before supper and loves me, Nicolas likes me too because I helped him get dressed for hockey yesterday. Nadia likes me cause she's a baby and babies generally don't care who it is as long as they give them peaches.

It's nice to be here. I'm just freaking tired.

I need coffee. And there's no Starbucks here. Anywhere.

Weekend Update

So thanksgiving has come and gone, and good thing I took two days off the cleanse for the drunken fest the other night and Thanksgiving. I ate SO much, I could barely move. It was kind of out of hand. But so good. Turkey on the barbecue is like nothing else. Same with pumpkin pie. So very delicious.

Anyway. I worked at Starbie's Saturday night and Sunday morning, and then got my veggie (green beans) and dessert (fruit and dip... very innovative I know) ready to bring to my dad's house for the dinner. Then the 29 other people showed up for the dinner, and the gong show began. Actually it was surprisingly not so gong showy ish considering there were 30 people in a house for a sit down dinner, so that's really good. I think we were all a little concerned about what would actually happen. It worked out, and the thing I am thankful for this thanksgiving is that I don't still live with my dad and therefor didn't have to clean up this morning.

After dinner I chilled for a while at the house and moaned because my stomach was so full, and then went to Shillelagh's for a drink (which was actually water) to say bye to the Lethbridge crew before they went back today. Stayed there till it closed and then came home and watched Project Runway and then went to bed. I'm not really sure why I'm telling you every single thing I did, but I for some reason feel the need so I will continue.

This morning I got woken up at 11:30 ish by my new ringtone, which got incorporated briefly into my dream and I think I may have been canoodling with Justin Timberlake, but then realized that it was actually my sister calling me to ask "are you awake yet???" to which my answer was "um, no? yes? what?"

Since then I've been sitting on my couch, looking at random shit on the internet, slowly getting up to pack for my trip up north tomorrow, and watching a CSI marathon and also a Survivor 1 marathon. Survivor used to be so ghetto compared to what it is now, but I'm realizing that Survivor is exhausted, and nothing special anymore, so I'm pretty much only watching the CSI marathon.

My little adventure up north starts tomorrow, where I fly to Grand Prairie and will be met by the family I used to nanny for and we'll then drive me to St. Isidore, where I will stay until Sunday. I think we'll basically chill, relax, and make me feel so old because the four year old boy I nannied is now almost 7 and the almost two year old is now 4 AND there's a new baby who's almost 1 who didn't exist when I was there. I feel old. Very very old. Anyway, I'll be chilling up there with Marc and Monique and the chitlin till Sunday, which is when their new nanny will be arriving. I'm excited for that because I haven't been back for a year and a half, and I love just hanging out with Mo. It will be great.

Tomorrow my sis and Jordan also leave, but them not so much up north but more eastward towards O-Town. (Yes, you do live in a tv made boy band). I hope they had a good visit and even though they didn't ACTUALLY toast to WestJet last night, I know they both owe this visit to me and should buy me gifts of appreciation. Well not actually. I'm happy to give them the chance to come home. For real. Anyway, I'm glad they had a good visit.

That's about it for my weekend update, though I'm no Tina Fey or whoever is doing it these days on SNL.

On a side note, why do people in apartment buildings listen to super loud music with loads of bass all the time? Normally it annoys the piss out of me but I don't say anything because it's not like it's super late at night or anything. But for some reason I'm very annoyed by it today and it's grating on my nerves, more and more every time there's a big low note playing. Should I ask them to shut the hell up? (though perhaps a little nicer) or slip them a note when I know they're not home, or just not do anything? Does living in an apartment mean I have to put up with that? And, how do I know that they aren't as annoyed with me and MY loudness... I don't think they KNOW they're being obscenely loud, so for all I know my tv and music are super loud as well and they're having the exact same ill feelings towards me as I have towards them? What a predicament.

Hope everyone had a good long weekend!

Entertaining after a night out = bad idea

I'm taking a break from chopping fruit and madly trying to clean my apartment while feeling like I will throw up in four seconds to type a post letting everyone know that this is a seriously horrible idea. Why do I decide it will be great to have people at my place for a little get together for my sister when I KNOW I'm going out hard the night before? Don't know.

On a lighter note, last night was AWESOME! We went to the Rusty Cage, as classy as the name implies, to celebrate Brady's birthday. It was quite the evening. I got there in time for the Power Hour, when beer and hi balls are only $1.75. Needless to say, no drinks were purchased after the Power Hour because we majorly stockpiled. At one point Vanessa, Tink and I had about 15 drinks in front of us. Needless to say we ALL had a great time.

Pictures to document the evening? Oh Yes. There are some really crazy ones, but these are the tamer, more postable ones.


I'm not sure at what point in the evening I got a boys buzz cut on my bangs, but I guess that's just an indication of how much alcohol it takes to make me stop caring about how my hair looks.

I just really liked Tinks hair in this picture. Great photographer, I know I know. (In the background? Birthday boy and someone who's name I forget.)


I will let you all know how this entertaining thing goes. I might not make it to 1:00, which is when people are coming over. I hope I do.

Sexy Pictures

I pretty much love titling my posts "sexy pictures", only to frustrate people searching for porn and getting my useless blog post.

Anyway, last night I had the goal of taking some sexy pictures of me and my new car, but it didn't really happen. First, I had to get my car washed. Then, we decided to go out and spent far too long getting ready and by the time we went outside it was dark. Then we decided to try anyway, and the batteries in my camera died. So all in all, it was a total bust. But soon. I will have the pictures soon.

Today the sis came to town with the brother in law (who doesn't have a blog to which to link, loser) and it's great to have them back in town. I feel kind of selfish since I see them way more often than everyone else because of the whole flight attendant thing but still want to hang with them in Calgary. So far the selfishness has worked because Kristen and I have been hanging out just the two of us all day. That was slightly accidental because I ended up taking WAY longer than expected at the university picking up my degree. It took me AN HOUR to get a freaking paper with my name on it. Lame. Hopefully tonight we'll hang out with other people too so I don't feel so bad. (And by bad, I don't REALLY mean bad because I'm totally fine with hanging out just the two of us but I say bad just to look better to others).

Here's a little shout out/question for Steph, and the others who know "the story" and have benefitted from my misfortunes and laugh at me daily because of it... Guess who I ran into at the university? Just take a wild guess. The result was giggling and me saying to Kristen "funny story after we walk by this group of people". Will I ever stop providing people with constant amusement because of my ridiculousness? I think not.

New Look

I realize that this is almost the same template as the big sis k, but hey, I never stopped wanting to be exactly the same as her! Well honestly I just couldn't find one I liked any better, but believe me I tried. I'm ITCHING to be able to make my own template like so many other people, but I'm just not there mentally. I've tried, and almost deleted my entire blog, so I give up. I really wish I could. Seriously. For real. Any suggestions? (I know I've already asked, but I didn't really get any responses. So this time, help. For real.)

I also got a haircut. So I have a new look too.



I forgot to give a shout out to Steph, because today is her birthday!!!!!! I already devoted a WHOLE ENTIRE post to her the other day with lovely flattering pictures of her, and I sent her a Ben & Jerry's e-card today as well, so really, she can't be mad. I mean, if Ben & Jerry's can't make someone's birthday, I really don't know what can. It's the best ice cream ever. Especially Vanilla Heath Toffee Crunch, and Cherry Garcia. They're both delicious. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah Happy Birthday Steph!

CIBC Run for the Cure and Cleansing

So Sunday was the CIBC Run for the Cure, and it was a great success for Walkers for Knockers West. Though it was rainy, it was still a good walk. We had 14 team members this year, but that was without the Ellis/Lemoine bunch, but WITH some Goddesses of Hope since they didn't have enough people for their own team this year. I was slightly disappointed that they didn't dress in their full on outfits, but they decided to take a break and be Walkers for Knockers. Thanks everyone for your hard work!


As for the cleansing part of the title, I have decided to do a body cleanse. Not a scrubbing type cleanse, but a detox cleanse. I'm kind of scared. I've heard that it's not exactly.... comfortable at the start. But I've been feeling really run down and not too energetic lately, and I think the whole flying all the time is affecting my body more than I know, so I looked into the cleanse thing and decided to give it a shot. I'm doing "First Cleanse" since it's, duh, my first time cleansing, and also it's not too strong and harsh, so people with sensitive bodies can do this pretty comfortably. I don't have to eat totally crazy things, just try to eat mostly fruit and veggies, whole grains, fish... basically what you should be eating anyways. Then there are two different herb things that I take, one type in the morning and the other at night. I can also split it up if I'm thinking I'll eat totally horribly for a day, say like on Sunday for thanksgiving. I will let you know how it goes. I'm scared. Of the cleansing part of the cleanse. You know what I mean. Gross. I don't make it a habit to talk about my *cough* digestive system *cough* on my blog, even though other, more famous blogs do, so I won't go into detail about it. But I'm scared.

Montreal Pics Finally

So thanks to Vaness, I got some more Montreal pictures. I have posted a few on Flickr, but below are some of my faves.

This was Vanessa's friend, the paramedic, who's blood pressure she took as I was behind the ambulance throwing up. Awesome.

Surprised I wasn't dead. I can see the fear in my eyes.

I can't say anything about this. Though this is Tyler who I visit in Montreal when I fly there now. And the one with the motorcycle.


These two pics are us getting a little crazy in a random souvenir store. We were hysterically laughing, taking all sorts of poses and then we got kicked out of the store because you apparently aren't allowed to take photographs of items that you aren't purchasing. I haven't laughed so hard in my entire life, except perhaps when I was looking at these pictures today.

London baby!

So I went to London (Ontario, that is) yesterday morning and came back this evening. ALL that for Steph. (You better love me Steph). I was at the airport around 4:45 in the morning and flew, got to London, hung out at Western with Steph at her work, then we went home to her place, had a few bevvys, had a fancy dinner with her boif Matt and his friend, went to drink some more at friend's apartment (where we heard the funniest thing ever and was then repeated constantly during the night, more on this after), then went to this martini bar (which had a giant neon sign that said BAR on it) and then went BACK to his apartment to drink a little more, then went home. It was quite en enjoyable evening. I'm glad I went.

So the funny thing we heard needs a bit of explanation. Apparently this weekend is homecoming weekend at Western. (I'm not sure why I'm blogging everything American this week, but that's what's happening.) So grads from western come back and basically drink their faces off for a weekend. How this is different from every other weekend spent at university, I'm not too sure, but in any event that's what it was. So, in this apartment building, there are lots of students. Lots of parties since it was homecoming. As we're waiting for the elevator, we see this girl banging on an apartment door holding what I can guess was a rum and coke in a plastic cup. When the door is answered, she says "were you ACTUALLY complaining about us upstairs?" and whoever was inside the apartment said "yeah" and then girl with the drink said "well you know that your neighbours are also partying, and it's a Friday, and hello, it's HOMECOMING. Get a fucking life!!" and then she stormed off... With her drink. And then she looked at us and said something like "the party is ON". So all night, we kept saying "hel-LO, it's HOMEcoming, get a fucking life!" and it was pretty funny. I really enjoyed the fact that she was pissed enough to go down and yell at the girl who complained about them, but not at the expense of her drinking.

Of course, we had to have a typical Steph Heather picture to complete the evening, so here it is.


And because the night ended with Steph puking, I had to document that through photography. I personally enjoy my eye in the corner... Not too sure what that is all about.

Football

What is with football being soooooo much more popular in the states, so popular that there is a reality tv show about HIGH SCHOOL football players. HIGH SCHOOL, not college. And this football team is apparently state champions or something, but they show the games on tv, they get sponsored, the coaches have headphones on, and their average game gets more spectators than our CFL teams. I just don't get it. And these kids are 16 and 17, practice twice a day, are more built than almost anyone I know, and have full on college scholarships waiting for them.

It's just not like that here. And I don't really get why there's such a difference.

Feelings on the subject?

New Car = Wicked

I just picked up my new car. I love it. I love driving it. I love how I don't worry about it maybe not going when the light turns green. And according to Oscar, I look hot in it. (AWK-ward). It has a lot of cool little features, including an automatic trunk open-upper on the inside in case I get locked in, though I think all cars have that now. It also has a little storage slot for my cell phone. And heated mirrors. And an alarm!!

I love my new car. That's the moral of the story. Maybe I'll take a picture of me making a car pose in front of it and post it. Soon.

What a difference a shelf makes

My room looks SO much better with my new book shelf. I bought a bunch of new frames for some pictures I got developed as well, so I got to put the pictures in the new frames in the new book shelf. I love it. I love it all.

Tomorrow, Linda is going to get a couple more things for the house with her birthday cash, so soon I'll update you on the status of our living room. I'm thinking some more of the same shelves to put on either side of our tv stand, and perhaps an other seating apparatus. I'm pretty excited.

Horses

Today I went horseback riding. I don't really DO horses. I've had too many bad experiences. But Linda convinced me to do it. So I did. And I think I'm done with horses now. Nothing bad happened, and it was somewhat entertaining, but I just don't think it's my thing. I was really uncomfortable the whole time (figuratively and literally). It was too muddy, and I kept thinking my horse was going to trip and fall and fall on top of me and I'd be trapped under him and I'd break something. So that's that.

Am I a real live grown-up yet?

So a lot has happened in the last week. Well not really that much, but it feels like a lot. I set up a little investment plan, which was really scary. I don't know why, but that really makes me feel like an adult. I also decided how much I can invest in my work stocks, so I'm glad that got started.

I also, get ready for it, bought a car. Me. A car. I was getting really disappointed because they couldn't find the exact one I wanted... I four door, standard, with a/c and power locks/windows, in black. They had it in red, but it has this tan interior that created some kind of internal rage the minute I sad in it. They had it in automatic, but I REALLY don't want another automatic, and it's harder to talk on my phone whilst driving a standard, so hopefully I'll break that nasty habit. They ALSO had it without the a/c and power stuff, but I really didn't want to have to unlock my car with a key every time and die of stifling heat in the summer. And finally, they had the hatchback, but there was something about it that I didn't really like.

In any event, I was sad that I was going to have to settle, and I didn't want to have to settle. So I worked my charm (and Oscar, my salesman, worked HIS charm on his boss who in turn found one in Quebec and also had a little crush on me after he looked at my phone and saw a picture of me and liked what he saw) and everything worked out in the end. SO, in 10-15 days, I will be the proud owner of a new car! Can you even stand it? I can't!!!

Yay for me. And I guess I'm growing up.

Happy Birthday Linda!

It's Linda's Birthday today, the big 2-5!

I hope you have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally on the mend, I think.

I still feel a little woozy and have a bit of a sore throat, but I'm getting better. Thankfully. I wasn't sure how much more I could take!

I watched the Project Runway marathon yesterday, and had dreams about sewing and fashion shows. I think I wore a weird dress made out of feathers... weird.

I have to go to work again tomorrow, but it's an easy day, no real working, just getting to the city where we start the next day. So I'll be able to veg and relax more tomorrow. Then I get to visit Kristen and Jordan again, though I think Kristen is a little under the weather as well... I hope I didn't give her my nastiness, cause that would be horrible.

That's all I really have to say right now... Except I'm worried that Jeff Valin isn't on breakfast television anymore because I haven't seen him in a while, but I haven't really investigated at all. Hopefully he's just on vacation or something. I know a bunch of City TV workers got their jobs cut... I'm hoping he wasn't one of them. He's my TV boyfriend, by the way, if you're wondering why I care so much. Well not my fake tv boyfriend, because that would be McDreamy, but my real tv boyfriend, as in he is himself on tv. Make sense?

K well I just looked for him on the website and he's NOT THERE. WHERE HAS JEFF VALIN GONE?????? Someone please tell me!

I've calmed down a bit, but still, concerned. About the whereabouts of my real tv boyfriend.

I'm dying

Death by throat pain. I have the most swollen throat ever... and pussiest. I open my mouth, and it's white. White from pus. I can barely swallow. It takes about 30 seconds to muster the strength to swallow, and then my face goes into this sour cringed with pain face. It's terrible. This is really really nasty. I hope it goes away. Now.

Return of the Pumpkin Spice!!!!!

I'm quietly minding my own business this morning, standing in line at Starbucks, ready to get myself, Katie and her sister a tasty beverage to help start the morning when I see a peculiarly unfamiliar syrup amongst the others. Hmmmm, I thought to myself, I wonder if I'll need to learn a new drink. I then heard someone utter the word "pumpkin", and my heart started to race. Pumpkin Spice??? PUMPKIN SPICE????!!!! I approach the till with tentative steps, and ask "did I hear that you have pumpkin spice?" "Yes! We JUST got it!" Those were the most delicious words I have ever heard. So here I am, at home, enjoying my first of MANY pumpkin spice lattes. This is bliss. Now, when does the Cinnamon Dolce come back?!?

Home

I'm home. I really have nothing to say. I worked. Went to Fort Lauderdale. It was busy. Very very busy. Stayed in Ottawa and then in the "T Dot". I really don't have anything more to say about that.

Tonight I think I'm chillin with Katie and Sarah, some of the BSD Bitches reunited, gonna have a little fun I think.

I'm watching the George Michael video "I'm never gonna dance again... guilty feet they have no rhythm"... it's a really good one. I can't remember the actual title of the song though, or if it's just George Michael or Wham!. Either way, it's hard to think that people thought he was straight. He was the gayest straight guy ever. Especially in all those short shorts. Funny stuff.

That's it that's all.

Grey's Overload

Now before anyone gets too excited, let me just say, there is no way I could get sick of Grey's Anatomy, and I love it more and more every time I watch it.

BUT, in the recent weeks, I have a) purchased season one of Grey's and watched it all in two days, b) watched Grey's every day at 11:00 am because the View is no longer on, and c) am planning on watching it tonight (as long as it isn't on at the same time as Big Brother). SO all in all, I've gotten a LOT of McDreamy in the past little while. Now this is both delicious and not so great. Delicious because he's McDreamy, and he's the sexiest guy there is, but not so great because every guy I see in real life gets compared to McDreamy, and doesn't come close to his McDreamyness. Also, yesterday's episode involved McSteamy, who is almost as amazing as McDreamy, and today there was Denny. Oh Denny... How I love Denny. And I can't help but look forward to the premier of season three, where I get to be reacquainted with McVet. I've gotten hot men of Grey's overload, and it's taking over my life!

The past few nights I've been dreaming that something terrible happens to me, I have to go to the hospital, and I end up having McDreamy as my doctor, share a room with Denny, and McSteamy gets in there somewhere... maybe I need stitches or something. Either way, I wake up feel pitifully depressed that I don't ACTUALLY live in the life of Grey's.

I'm not really sure what I should do about my predicament. I could cut myself off of Grey's and get back to reality and realize that real live guys aren't actually as hot as the McHotties and Denny, or I could pre-order season two, watch a Grey's marathon in time for season three to begin, and continue living my life trying to get into little accidents so that I have to go to the hospital and will run into one of the Grey's hotties. I'm leaning towards the latter, since it's just much more fun that way! A girl can dream can't she?? I just can't get over that smoldering stare that McDreamy gives Meredith in the elevators... Man he's SO HOT.

Now the next step is trying to find someone who is just as Dreamy as the original! Any suggestions?

Tired.

I just got back from a four day pairing where I got to see my sister AND party in Montreal... how much better can things get??

Kristen and Jordan had prepared a delicious noodly steaky veggiey salad for me, as well as CUPCAKES that were lemony and with cream cheese icing. The best! Such a nice birthday surprise. We had a nice evening together, and luckily Jordan didn't turn the sleep number bed into a giant pit like last time.

The next day was boring... Edmonton... blech.

Next day, got into Montreal around 1 pm ish, I went to the mall and got some stuff at H & M, for the first time ever. Then had a really nice dinner, then the whole crew of Vaness's friends from last weekend and I went to this bar about 45 minutes from Montreal in the middle of the mountains on the side of the highway, where I think there were somewhere between 3000 and 5000 people there. Seriously. I'm not even kidding. How is this possible? How is Calgary so lame compared to Montreal? I just don't get it!!! Anyways we partied it up and I was a little bit tired this morning, but survived!!!

It was a great pairing, but now it's time for a nap!

Mattresses and wireless

So I got my birthday present delivered today... and it's a brand spanking new mattress and box spring and frame. Oh it's sooooooooo nice. I can't WAIT to go to bed tonight. For real.

I also got a wireless router, which was an old one that my dad had, not that I'm complaining because I'm VERY happy to have it, used or new. I open a present, and it's a plug, and a router. And that's it. No box, no instructions, no nothing. It was pretty funny, but it made my life quite easy since all I did was plug the plug into the wall, connect to the internet, and BAM it starts working! Now all I have to figure out is how to change the name from Highland Hollow, because I don't want the people scamming my free internet to think I'm some crazy who names their house!

My birthday was pretty relaxing, nothing too special. Linda made me breakfast in bed, which was so nice since I was sad that no one was here to do it for me this year. Then I just kinda chilled out, then Yvette came over, we went and bought Grey's Anatomy season one (as well as some Chapelle's Show) and watched three episodes whilst eating gummy worms and willowcrisps (which are welfare crispy crunches). Then Sarah, Linda and I went to Papa's for sups and ate more than should be physically possible, and then to the Ship for some beers. It was very mellow, but I'm still recovering from my 5 day bender in Montreal. I'll say thanks to everyone who sent their birthday wishes, and thanks Kristen and Jordan for my George Foreman Grill!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to make bacon. Mmmmmm, bacon.

Anyways, today I'm going for sushi with the g-ma and cousins, though I really still am full from supper last night. I'll have to make room, because there's ALWAYS room for sushi, really.

That was my HUGE birthday celebration... the big ole 2-2. I don't really feel old, but maybe in a while I will. It just doesn't feel very different. I'm just sayin!