campers extraordinaire!!

"the soul needs beauty for a soul mate"

Marshmallows (in my defense...)

I don't even like marshmallows. But, every time i go camping, i feel the strange need to follow some unspoken rule that you must roast and munch at least one marshmallow. This is all fine and good. Being misquoted is not! *angry, growling face*

I would like to ask, does anyone see a resemblence between the following: "weiners," "marshmallow sticks." HA-HAAA! Neither do i!!! So why, then, am i accused of scandelous smacking when all i wanted to do was get rid of the evil campfire smoke?! I mean, really! "white rabbit, white rabbit, white rabbit" didn't work. So i took Cal's advice and tried "i hate white rabbits, i hate white rabbits, i hate white rabbits." That didn't work either. Perhaps b/c i actually do like little white rabbits, and also, i think hate is a terrible word and should only be used in extreme cases (i.e., ani's evil dad and curse, homewreckers in general, and atrocious landlords). I digress... Oh yes, so, after not being able to scare away the smoke with those two tactics, i was trying to think of what was missing from my superstious antics.

The logical next step would be to add some sticks. You know, like when you beat two sticks together to ward off something evil. So, ya, i innocently suggested that we whack two marshmallow sticks together. Okay, so maybe i had started to say "weiner sticks" (b/c the little people had last used the very sticks in question to charcol their hotdogs on) but i quickly realized what path that would lead down, so i corrected myself in time. I really can't be held responsible if unsavoury characters choose to deliberately twist and corrupt my honourable intentions. *sigh* I rest my case.

my dad's current wife. three strikes, you're out!

Banana Stirfry...

...not as delicious as one might hope.

Well, i had another sketchy adventure for lunch today. I was thinking that i should give up eating altogether, but then i gave my head a shake, and everything fell back into perspective. So, i had leftover stirfry for lunch today.

My lovely soulmate made scrumptious stirfry. But don't tell her i said that, b/c i am still adamant about boycotting the so-disgusting-i'd-rather-eat-the-bile-rising-up-my-throat-than-the-food-they-serve-you-Naam restaurant. (And, yes, the puking is directly caused by the Naam itself). I'm quite certain that the sauce she bought there was an imposter b/c nothing from the Naam could taste that good. I promise. *Ahem* I digress... The one draw back was the fact that Ani made the stirfry on Tuesday, so the peppers were a little, well, limp. And the other cooked veggies weren't particularly happy about sitting in the fridge the last four days either. However, since i just got my visa bill yesterday, there was no possibility of me buying lunch today. So, i went upstairs to put the stirfry in the microwave.

[Enter banana, stage left]

As i was waiting for my lunch to warm up, the lady who works upstairs was just leaving the kitchen and offered me a banana. It was quite spotted, but i was hungry (that ancient microwave has been known to take years to heat something up), and i know i don't eat as much fruit as i should (see visa bill comment above), so i decided not to discriminate and to accept the banana. I immediately regretted my decision as soon as i started peeling it. The peel had literally become one with the banana in several places! (This is particularly appalling to a green banana lover like me). However, i chose to continue since the lady upstairs might be offended if she saw her banana in the garbage, and besides i needed the fruit intake, remember?

I could only choke down about a third of the nappified banana before my throat rebelled and closed up. In a brilliant re-strategization, i took my nuked stirfry and alternated bites: dried out rice-mushy banana-dried out rice-mushy banana. I felt invincible (and slightly ill), like i could be a threat to Fear Factor contestants everywhere. The light at the end of the tunnel was the fact that U2 was waiting to serenade me when i got back to my office! *sigh*

Nobody can ever accuse me of being a picky eater again! I rest my case.


p.s.
Dear Evil Mr. Blogger,
If you ever think of erasing my post again before i've saved it, i will fry your pancreas!!! Beware!
Sincerely,
The Brave Banana Eater

me and my red-neck uncle having piggy-back wars with my sisters. bwahaha.

gosh, my nephew is gorgeous!! and talented-- he can even put his toes in his mouth!!

Little Birdie

Dear Little Red Birdie,

Thank you for sitting on my deck railing this morning. You came at just the right time. I was contemplating jumping off the deck, but you saved me. You might have been wondering why i was sitting at the table, with the phone to my ear, pulling my hair out. Well, let me tell you: i had a very good reason for it.

It all started with a phone call from an aquaintance, who shall remain nameless (for the purpose of this blog, we shall refer to him/her as "clums"). Now, i suppose if i tried really hard i could imagine why someone might think that i would enjoy hearing a tirade about one's desire-grown-into-obsession to take over the world, and some of the obstacles that could prevent the smooth transition. However, contrary to popular belief, i do have better things to juggle in my small little brain. Including, but not limited to, my own conundrums-- most of which are centred around the appalling opposite sex (we shall leave these dilemas for another post).

So, you can imagine the relief i felt when i noticed you and your cute little mate (who was probably male, and therefore an eejit). You brought happiness and hope (in spite of the irritating chirping) into my dreary existance. Thank you little birdie. You are very beautiful. May you always fly free and high and find lots of worms to eat.

Sincerely,
The girl in the window, trying to knock herself unconscious at the table.

mcdonalds

Ronald is not my friend.

I mean really, why would he try to kill me like that?! All i wanted was a little lunch. I've never been a huge McD fan, but once in a while i give in to the subliminal messages shooting at me from every direction and simply eat a hamburger from there. Today was one of those days.

What was i thinking? I should have stuck with my first idea of walking down Fraser to the little brown man who sells pizza for .99 This way i could have worked off most of the evil calories by the time i 'jogged' back to the office. However, i foolishly decided to forego his unsolicited flirtations in favour of a nappified, greasy big xtra. [In my defence, the last time i went to the pizza joint, the little brown man said something along these lines: "oh, i haven't seen you for a long time... there's something different about you... you look really good..." --as opposed to?!?! Egad! How am i supposed to interpret that?! Jerk-face!]

Now, here i sit with a lump of lard trying to work its way through my poor little digestive system and a belly ache sore enough to make even the toughest girl winch 'n' whine. Sclew lou Ronald, and the horse you rode in on!!

me in a nutshell...

... haha, i never said what SIZE of a shell it was going to be!

1. I was almost named Trixie, but my Nana wouldn’t let me be; she thought it was a dog name.
2. I have two sisters, two brothers, and two half sisters. (As well as four nieces and three nephews!).
3. My idea of "roughing it" is slow room service. Yes, I am indeed high maintenance!
4. I have been to 12 countries. Italy was my favourite (but Canada is the best place in the world to live).
5. I dislike messiness. I make my bed everyday.
6. I brush my teeth at LEAST four times a day. I don’t have any cavities! :)
7. I don’t bite my nails, but I like to click them on my teeth. I also thoroughly enjoy snapping my gum and blowing bubbles with it.
8. I have learned to whistle loud (you know, with your fingers…), but it was a slow, painful process.
9. I find strange piercings and most tattoos to be very unattractive. Perhaps b/c I’m too chicken to do either myself.
10. My favourite cereal combo is Shreddies mixed with Cheerios, and some All Bran sprinkled on top. Mmmmm yum.
11. I love mornings, but I have to get lots of sleep to really enjoy them. Usually, I don’t get to bed early enough though.
12. I absolutely despise being woken up by bright lights (besides the sun) or loud noises.
13. I sleep on my stomach, kinda on my left side. My left arm is my pillow, and my pillow supports my left hand—NO hanging hands!!!
14. My knight in shining armour would have dark hair, beautiful hands, and not be too tall—but not short either.
15. I think that alcohol is a complete waste of money and brain cells. I have never been drunk before.
16. I don’t like snow. It’s too cold and wet and not fun at all. And most Vancouverites have no idea how to drive in it!!
17. I drove to Las Vegas for New Years, 2000. We decided to go on Dec. 28. It was a fun trip, but a bit of a let down.
18. I don’t like dancing in public. Not that I can’t, I’m just saying that I don’t like to.
19. I took tae kwon do for a year. I could probably kick your butt. (lol…)
20. I hate small or stuffy spaces. I’d like to drive a mini van.
21. I’ve gone to the same church for 23 years and I love it!
22. Adrenaline rushes do NOT make me happy.
23. Horror flicks are satanic and freak me right out.
24. I have a degree in International Studies from TWU. I took mostly poli sci classes, with a smattering of economics, history, geography, and sociology.
25. I never (okay, rarely) got road rage before I started commuting to Vancouver every day.
26. I’ve never gotten a traffic violation ticket. (knock, knock, knock).
27. I’ve kayaked down the Chilliwack River. I almost died a couple of times, but wasn’t experienced enough to realize that (thankfully!) until I was told at the bottom.
28. I can count the number of enjoyable camping trips I’ve had on one hand. And yet, I still get the urge to go. Hm, strange.
29. I’ve never broken a bone in my body (knock, knock, knock).
30. I can’t eat spicy food.
31. I got 113 demerits on my class 4 driver’s test. I knew it was the examiner, so I took it again a week later at a different place and got 8 demerits. Go figure.
32. I’m the most musically challenged person in my family. The only things I can play are the ukulele and the stereo.
33. I love Angel and Coco Mademoiselle perfume. I wear Clinique make up.
34. I never go out in the sun without sunblock. A hat and shades are usually also along for the ride.
35. I used to have hair down to my waist. I’ve also had it cut 1” or less all over.
36. The only time I’ve ever gotten sent to the principal’s office (grade 6), my mom was helping out in the office that day. Doh!
37. I don’t like animals in the house. People who let their pets live inside are strange, and a bit ucky.
38. I think skinny dippy is the most atrocious scandal in the world. Well, okay, maybe not.
39. I met one of my best friends at church where we used to make pb and carrot sandwiches for our discipleship leader. My other bf I met at high school; she continuously dropped things on my head when I was getting things out of my locker (underneath hers).
40. I love U2. And country music (NOT hick country). I also love worship music and, of course, Christmas music.
41. Christmas is my most favouritest time of the year! I like decorating (and listening to Christmas music) right after Remembrance Day and leaving it up until Valentines Day.
42. My parents mean the world to me. They are both very wise, gentle, loving, and hilarious people. I’m very lucky to have them.
43. I’ve gotten my tongue stuck to a metal pole before, and have lived to tell about it.
44. I love watching hockey.
45. I’m very sad that the 2010 Olympics are going to be here. No city has ever recouped their overall losses from hosting the Olympics. It’s detrimental to people and the environment.
46. My sisters and I once sat down for three hours and recited the entire Aladdin transcript (including songs) with our mom.
47. My Nana was one of the most precious people on this entire planet. She died in November 2001, but I still miss her every day.
48. I still sit on my mom’s lap for a cuddle, even though I almost don’t fit. She also tucks me into bed when I go home for the weekend.
49. My favourite outfit includes blue jeans, a beater and hoodie, cute socks, and my boots. And of course, fun underwear.
50. My sister and I like to harmonize Joy to the World, while whistling.

one a penny, two a penny...

bwahaha, just joking... sort of. well, here i sit with my soulmate, contemplating the meaning of life. and boys. but mostly life. we've come to the general consensus that boys are a big fat waste of time. except step-dads and sons and bosses, somewhat. look out world, the pink robed pentacostal nuns are about to join the MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ah-ah-ah

p.s. do you even know what a "mate" is?!

WooHoo!! Here i am, enjoying the best night ever in the whole history of the earth!! Bono even put on a matching shirt when he sang ONE!!! 

Ani and I, getting stoked to go see U2. (What a lovely view we have from our balcony). 

Hmmmm

Well, i'm not at all sure how i feel about all of this... However, since my darling sister, Lisa, has been harassing me forever, and since one of my precious client's died and i don't feel like working on work stuff, i've decided that now is the time to start.

Let's talk about U2: My soulmate, Anika, and i got three fantastic days of Bono and the boys. I must say, it was the most incredible experience of my entire life. In fact, i'm still running on adrenaline from last week. [dkfnc jwaiockmfjwa;ekls xfm;zskj f] <-- see?

Well, one shouldn't get too carried away with these high tech gizmos, so i'm going to haul cookies. Ciao!