I do not have olympic fever.
And that’s okay. I have the occasional “jesus fucking christ on toast” fit of rage, but mostly I’m just apathetic toward the whole thing. My commute is a big bungled, especially since I like to ride into town with Nick, and hop the skytrain back. This usually adds 5-10 [...]
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Olympic Fever: Needs More Cowbell
Just in case you were wondering
I was looking at the “How to be a Canadian” study guide, because I’m curious if I would actually pass the test. (Answer: Egads, probably not. It’s been a while since I took history classes.)
Anyway, I found this, and while macabre, it made me laugh:
In Canada, men and women are equal under the law. [...]
It’s a good day to be 53.
This is my mother. Are we surprised? Honestly, this is where I get it from.
Today is my mother’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom! I hope it’s amazing. Of course, she got back from Hawaii on Sunday, so I’m not sure how the actual birth *day* can beat that, but still. Today is the day, and [...]
Treed
It’s January 25th, only 11 months til Christmas!
What?
ok, ok, no, I’m still recovering from last Christmas. No, really. We finally got rid of our tree yesterday. YESTERDAY. January 24th!
This has been, of course, a saga of ridiculousness. I wanted to get it returned 3 weeks ago, when there were “dump your tree here” people [...]
Seriously, just stop talking now.
I’m not a fan of the “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” motto, because then I’d never be able to talk. What? Sometimes I’m nasty, and I’m okay with that. But holy crap, I encountered possibly the most horrid person on the planet today.
So I was on the bus [...]
So, the other day, I’m on the bus and…
So, the other day I’m on the bus and we’re pulling into Broadway Skytrain station when a bang is heard — possibly a tire blowing, or a car backfiring… or, a gunshot. For the non-Vancouverites, we had a gang war last year that involved a rather high number of drive-by or otherwise “public” shootings, in [...]
Dear Fellow Bus Riders
Dear Fellow Bus Riders;
1. When we arrive at a popular bus stop, such as a skytrain station, a transfer point, or the end of the line, there is no need to shove your way to the door. It’s okay — at least half the bus is getting off here. You won’t win a prize for [...]
Haahhahahahaha….
So Nick is going to Arizona in February. He comes back just in time for Valentines Day.
His flight lands on Feb 14th.
The Vancouver Winter Olympics Opening Ceremonies are on Feb 12th.
Sweet bleeding jesus, the airport is going to be a MOBSCENE. I’ve already told him that regrettably, I will not be able to [...]
Happy New Year!
Nick & I geared up & headed off to Sin City tonight. The above was my outfit. You can’t see it, but my hair is tied back in a fairly long (for me) braid. My god, I actually have hair! Long enough to make a reasonable braid! How did THAT happen? Also not shown: My [...]
Spoiled Little Girl
I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Wanna know why?
So Nick wasn’t able to save my birthday present for my actual birthday. I have no problem with this, I like surprises no matter when they occur. Yesterday, he told me he was getting me a rocket car. “Paint it red!” I said. Can’t have a rocket [...]