Dad's wedding

Thanksgiving day. I remember Dad saying that he wouldn't get married on a day that was already a holiday. I can't really remember the exact reason for why he felt this way. Maybe he just didn't want to get married on Valentine's Day since it's a cliche and the price of flowers skyrocket. But with all 5 daughters all coming over for Thanksgiving dinner, what better time to get married? What a surprise, they handed out invites 30 minutes before the wedding which was held in the backyard.

Best man and Maid of Honour were Judy's mom and dad.





Ella in her beautiful satin dress





It was such a perfect sunny day for a wedding

Mr and Mrs

Stay tuned for pictures of Ella's adventure to the Pumpkin patch and Halloween

Coffee table!

That's right! I have an extra coffee table looking for someone to love it. It's from Ikea, about 3 years old, it looks just like the pictures below, white and silver.

One side of the coffee table lifts up and out. Perfect for working on a laptop, or for eating in front of the tv.

Want it? You got it*!

*just come and get it soon.

Harrison Sand Castles and D-Bo

A few weekends ago I went for another driving lesson. I drove from Chilliwack to Harrison where the sandcastle competition was happening. I don't think I've been to Harrison before, it didn't look familiar at all. It was a nice drive up there, I prefer driving in the country to driving in the city. (The previous week's driving lesson was downtown Vancouver) The sandcastle competition was $8 per person to see the sandcastles up close, but it was free to peek through the fence knot-holes.





In some place the fence was low enough that I could just barely hold my camera over the top and snap a picture. Not too bad of a shot!


It's amazing that these sand sculptures don't wash away in the rain or crumble in the sun. I wonder if they add something to the sand?





Back at home, uncle Warren and aunt Karen came over with their dog "D-Bo". He's a pittbull type dog, all muscle. He was so destructive! He killed one of the kid's ball in 2 seconds flat, and broke huge sticks with him mouth like they were nothing. He ran around the yard having so much fun until he saw the horses and cows. They stopped him dead in his tracks. You could tell he didn't know what they were, he'd never seen anything like them! He turned around and ran as fast as he could away from them. Too funny.

After all that running he was ready for a nap. He snuck in the house when no one was looking and made himself at home!

Bus Tales

There is a certain feeling of luxury when travelling. All those poor saps who are stuck working while you get to see new things and relax. Going on vacation is a ultimate way to repay ourselves for all the hard work we do the rest of the year.

Although I didn't go far, I was still on vacation. A mere hour and a half from home in the country visiting family I haven't seen in years. Kahlua in my morning coffee, a Martha Stewart magazine in my lap. Perfection! But then it was time to return to the hustle and bustle of everyday life in the city. So off to the bus depot I go. If I had to describe it in a word, that word would be dingy. The lighting was murky, the white tiles dirty and dated. The discoloured walls with random posters about bus regulations and festivals that happened two months ago, and a snack shop manned by an Emo teenager selling unappetising old pastries and hot dogs. Sitting in the plastic chairs, I spied my fellow bus riders. Long haired hippie kids, welfare moms, and rough looking guys. I decided to wait outside.

Finally it was time to board the bus. I couldn't help but remember that poor guy who was killed on a greyhound bus a few weeks ago. I decided that the agitated guy smoking a cigarette probably was the most likely murderer on the bus. He tried to use the pay phone, but slammed the phone back onto the hook, and stormed off. After finishing his smoke he worked his way to the back of the bus. I chose my seat at the front. Safer.

The first 45 minutes went along very well. I wondered about the cute guy sitting behind me, but decided that no good romance could ever start on a bus. But after a while I noticed that the driver was having problems. He couldn't figure out the lighting system inside the bus, he kept grinding the gears, it was dark, raining and we only had one headlight. A little later, I notice that people were concerned about something and were looking towards the front of the bus. I peeked over the seat and notice that the windshield was completely fogged up, so much so that I couldn't see any road at all. This was pretty distressing as we were on the freeway! The bus driver decided that his best remedy to the situation was to open the bus door while driving. The window cleared enough that he was able to get off the road. We spent the next 15 minutes waiting as the driver called for help.

What a relief it was to see the windshield cleared of fog. It was time to continue on our journey. But just a few minutes later the driver was on the speaker system asking passengers for directions as he had never been here before. We didn't make all the stops, because nobody could tell the driver how to get to them all. We drove one guy to his house and dropped him off rather than going to the station. Luckily, he was the only one getting off at that station. I can't help but wonder about the people who were waiting to get on our bus and it never arrived to pick them up. The upshot for me was that I got home so much faster. At my bus depot, the driver pulled into the bay and accidentally pressed the gas instead of the break nearly killing the people lined up to board the bus. I nearly fell onto the cute guy behind me. I laughed and apologised. He told me I was lucky I was getting off. No kidding!

Such a strange trip home. I'm not sure that I would recommend the greyhound as a good way to travel. The price was right, and it was very entertaining, but it certainly wasn't luxurious.

just because

Today was a day to indulge all the things that I enjoy. A grey rainy day, is the perfect day to stay inside. Yesterday I accomplished all the things I needed to do, so today was a "me day". I made porridge, coffee and tea and lit a few candles and a stick of my favorite incense. I caught up on some emails and turned on a Colin Farrell movie. I have a weakness for him. Next were stomach crunches, leg lifts and push-ups (while watching Colin....) Everybody needs motivation while working out.




And this picture is from the movie I was watching (The New World). It's not really worth watching because it is painfully slow and has hardly any dialogue. But the music and cinematography are amazing. Plus Colin Farrell doesn't wear a shirt for most of the movie.


Check out http://www.watch-movies.net/ for free streaming movies. No downloading required, just press play. Brilliant.

PNE!

Well! I finally had a day off. What was the first thing on my list of things to do, besides laundry? The PNE with Whit and Rod of course!

In the beer garden listening to Dal Richards with the blue haired ladies.


After lunch and the beer garden, it was time to check out my favorite part of the PNE, the barns!


Ok, this picture didn't really turn out, but that is a newborn calf chewing on my finger. No teeth, so it didn't hurt, the calfs at dad's house have teeth, and are a no-finger zone.


I love goats, they have got to be the friendliest farm animal. And once again the pig whisperer worked her magic. Pigs love me. Too bad I didn't think to snap a pic of Momma and piglets coming over to say hello to me.


And then it was time for the beer garden again. I didn't know that there was more than one beer garden. Actually, I don't think I've ever stepped foot in the beer garden before. Sadly my camera is a battery hog, and it ate through all the batteries I brought with me, so there aren't any pictures of the motorcross show or the lumberjack show. Whitney and I agreed that the lumberjack show was the best show.

Whew! Managed to escape the PNE without watching Superdogs. It's not that I don't like the show. It is a good place to rest your feet, but I never look forward to the show and don't understand why it's such a Vancouver favorite.

No, I didn't buy a ticket for the prize home. I didn't like the house very much. There was sponge paint on the walls circa 1992, and black and gold tiled bathroom that screamed 1985. I decided to save the $25 and treat myself to something else.

August

Bronze statue at Queen Elizabeth Park. I'm no expert but that camera doesn't look digital to me.


August in a nutshell? WORK. I have been work'n for the man almost every day this month. I'm trying to make some cash for some big expenses I foresee in the future (not to mention the big black debt cloud that hangs over my head -stupid student loans). I have also been focusing more on my gluten-free blog (http://www.gluten-freeme.blogspot.com/) feel free to cruise on by. Sorry for neglecting this blog! But at least I have a valid excuse.



I did check out the world famous Gastown Motorcycle Show'n Shine last weekend. Fabulous as ever. Sadly in my haste to catch the bus, I forgot my camera, so there are no pics of that event.


I also had a work dinner at Season's in the Park. It was also my first time eating out since going Gluten-free. I didn't get sick (good), but my meal wasn't exactly gluten-free even though the waiter said it was (bad). The food was very good and the view of the city was amazing. Too bad the pictures don't really capture it. I don't think I've been to Q.E. Park since I was a little kid. I would love to go back.



Random shot of co-workers.
...and Creme Brulee that came with wheat-packed biscotti (definitely not gluten-free) but it was delish!





Me posing with the other bronze statues. I took a bunch of really funny pictures but they didn't turn out very well. I need to figure out how to set the camera for night-time pictures.

As for the other job, I have been working lots, and I'm starting to feel a little bit more comfortable. This week I am at a training course to learn how to de-escalate situations and prevent clients from getting violent. Interesting and useful, plus there have been lots of opportunities for networking with other women working in the field.


Up coming event-day of fun at the PNE! Once again I will convince myself that I will win the prize home only to be disappointed and be forced to live in the ghetto for another year. Stay tuned for pictures.

The Wack

I got so busy I forgot to blog! Among the highlights was a trip to Chilliwack for my grandmother's birthday.

Breakfast champagne toast to Ella (my new neice)


Birthday presents for Nana.



The veiw from the back porch, it was a little hazy.





Yellow plums ready to be eatten. I know where I'm going for produce! They have 2 peach trees, 2 apple trees, a pear tree and a plum tree. Only the plums were ready when I was there though.








The lawn is so big that Dad had to buy a ride 'em lawnmower and he had to build a huge compost bin for all the grass. Pitchfork and cowboy hat completed the picture.






The lawn. Standing at the fence looking towards the back of the house





Cows! Momma, and 2 calfs (hiding in the grass on the far left). The horses were in the barn that day.






The walk to see the cows was too long for Nana, so we sat her in the back of the tractor and took her for a tour.

Bowling Drug Dealers

After the baseball tournament, I went bowling with the girls from work. A quick shower, bite to eat and I was sober enough to bowl. I was still sort of in cheerleader mode though, I kept wanting to yell out a cheer as each person went up to bowl.

My sexy shoes.


Glow in the dark bowling!
It was strange, the balls were all covered in oily slime. Apparently they put grease on the lanes, we didn't like it. We were all worried about our clothes. One of the balls was so slippery, that I dropped it. It rolled across to the next lane, and nearly took out a little kid!


Team picture.



Something we discovered, if you throw the heaviest ball you can, you get a better score. I could not believe how well I was playing! I started out with a 7 pound ball, but had graduated to a 14 pound pink ball by the end of the night. The next morning I discovered that I had thrown my back out! I guess throwing a 14 pound ball one-handed repeatedly isn't so good for the ole back. It kind of sidelined me for the second day of cheerleading.

CONGRATULATIONS

If you were born today, you share a birthday with Ginger Rogers and Will Farrell. You might be the centre of attention and turn every head when you grow up.

You also share a birthday with Orville Redenbacher and Michael Flattery from Lord of the Dance. ...I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

However, it's an excellent day to be born.

Shamrocks will rock you!

Time for the annual 420's... I mean Shamrock's year-end tournament


Official cheerleader gear, thanks to the local dollar stores.



Shannon scored these awesome sunglasses.



Cheering at 420 in honour of the previous team name. Don't look directly at my legs. They aren't actually that white, it's just that everyone else is so tanned.

Adventures in Groceries

Well it has been 2 months of gluten-free living. Only a couple of mistakes along the way, and lots learned. Thank goodness for the internet, there are so many resources and gluten-free communities out there. I have a new favorite blog, it is called "Gluten-Free Girl" The writer was miserable most of her life and thought she was dying. Then one day she found out she had celiac disease, changed her diet, and changed her life. She fell in love with a chef who changed his restaurant for her. Every week she writes about food, falling in love and living a full life. It's a great food website, check it out. http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/ Her cookbook (by the same name) is top of my wishlist.





Two months of gluten free eating has resulted in 2 months of sleeping through the night, no more sickness. Honestly, I have never felt better (with about 10 pounds mysteriously melting off). There are a few things I am really missing though. Every cereal in the breakfast aisle at Safeway contains gluten. Believe me. I literally started at one end of the aisle and read ingredient lists until there weren't anymore to read. Security probably thought I was planning on robbing the place. In despair, I have started shopping a little broader a field at specialty shops. I have found a good corn-flake cereal and have found a frozen bread I like. But what I've really been missing is oatmeal. Oats are gluten free but they are cross contaminated with other grains during processing. I have found a few online retailers of gluten-free oats, but the price is outrageous.





Today I went to a new grocery store. Maybe you've heard of it? It's called Save-On-Foods. Ha ha ha. There isn't one near my house, so I've never really shopped at Save-On. To my delight, they had all sorts of sections dedicated to food-freaks like me! I'm excited to try out the new foods I bought. The first is a sort of "Oatmeal"





"Ruth's Chia Goodness"
What makes this cereal different? Well it is made from Chia Pets! Remember that seed that you used to smear on your Chia Pet as a kid? Well turns out Chia is from the plant Salvia (found in lots of gardens including mine!) I honestly don't know if this is going to be good, but first thing tomorrow morning I am going to get up and make a bowl. Stay tuned for the official review....

And we're back. well I made a small bowl of Chia, I was expecting something that looked like oatmeal (because that's what is on the package.) The end product is dark brown, almost black seeds in a jelly-like muck. It reminds me of a kiwi fruit mushed up, the mouth feel is strange. The taste is tolerable as long as I keep reminding myself that it is good for me.

Gas Tax Tuesday

All day long I kept hearing people moan about the cost of gas and the new gas tax. I've never cared about gas prices because I don't drive. But that is all soon to change, I am planning to buy a car in the fall or winter (because I have to). I really want a hybrid or smart car, but I can't afford it. After doing a little Internet searching, I found that there are plenty of eco-friendly options out there if you aren't going to go far or aren't wanting to go fast.


At first I saw electric scooters (like motorcycles, but smaller.) I was surprised to learn that in BC, you don't need a licence to be on the road with an electric scooter. It doesn't really make sense to me, why should you be allowed to drive on the road without a licence? Sounds kinda dangerous to me. And then I found electric tricycles! A trike is so much more my speed and seems a lot safer. Some of them have peddles and other types don't.





Can't you picture me on this scooter? So cute. If only I could find a pink one! I could totally grocery shop and commute to and from work on these! The best part is that they are cheap, starting at about $1000, and the best part of all, no gas!




Can anyone else picture themselves cruising around the city on one of these puppies?

Meet Olly?

How many cats do you see? It's tough to tell, but there are three cats squeezed in that rubbermade tote. It's been about a month or so since Molly (my grandmother's cat) came to live with us. Molly's name has morphed into Olly because it sounds cooler, and because it was too similar to Marley. So from now on she's going by Olly. She doesn't know her name anyways, so it's ok. She is fitting in pretty well and has staked out "her" spots. She even has her favorite cat, Salem.

It's a misconception that cats are solitary critters, they are very social and like spending time together. It never occured to me until Olly came that some cats are cooler than others. In the cat world Salem is a cool kid. Everyone likes her the best and wants to play with her. I don't know why, what does it take to be a good cat friend?

Who knows. I'm just glad they all get along.

Who am I?

Have you ever "Googled" yourself?
If you don't know what I mean by that, you are a dinosaur.

On a rather glum Monday morning, mostly out of boredom, I typed in my name in quotations. I was surprised by what I found. Last night an old friend contacted me out of the blue, it had probably been 5 or 6 years since we had chatted. I started to wonder if someone was trying to find me, what sort of life would they think I was leading?

The very first "hit" was of a book review on Amazon.ca. I thought it was me until I realized that I have never read the book. I have an impostor in Winnipeg who likes Canadian history. It isn't completely improbable for someone to think that it was me. Heck, I even lived in Manitoba once.

The next hit was an accounting student at Waterloo. I hope people who knew me would realize that that so isn't me. Blah blah blah, lots of boring hits. Apparently another impostor ran the Oktoberfest 5km run way faster than I ever could. I didn't know that there was an Oktoberfest run, I figured nothing happened at Oktoberfest but beer. I wouldn't be offended if someone thought I was capable of running 5km in 39 minutes!

I might also be confused with a writer in Winnipeg who is in a group called "The Serenity Raincoats." I think it has something to do with science fiction role playing- ugh. I never understood sci-fi role playing. I'd rather be a real person.

And then... something surprised me. Ever get those annoying email petition requests? Usually I delete them and never think of them again. Apparently I didn't delete all of them. Terasen Gas. Did I ever really care about Terasen? I don't even have a gas bill! But there it is on the internet, my name & address. I'm much more upset about that than I am about Terasen Gas!!! The only other legitimate hit was from a genealogy website.

So, in sum, if someone were looking for me, then would surmise that I am a history loving accountant, who loves sci-fi role playing, running in Bavaria with strong socialist ideals about gas utilities. They would promptly stop looking for me, because clearly I became a super-freak.

By Request

For some reason my scanner doesn't want to work, so all of these pictures are pictures of pictures. Don't mind the crookedness of the snaps.

This is my grandmother's aunt and uncle and cousins on the Capilano suspension bridge. The building in the background was built in 1911, so this photo was taken sometime after that.



This same family had a big farm near what is now Central Park in Burnaby. This picture was taken on the farm. The contraption is a steam powered hay-baler. I think this was taken durring the first world war as there is a dude in unifrom.



Way back in the day Surrey was all farmland. My great-grandparents had a farm, and drove their produce to market across the river by horse and wagon via the train bridge. This picture is of my great-grandparents, my grandmother and my great-aunt Ivy circa 1917. Before he was a farmer, my great-grandfather was a gold miner in the Yukon. He proposed to my great-grandmother (who was still in London) on a postcard. On the front was a picture of him, a tent, his cows and his employees. He asked "Can you picture yourself living here with me?" She must have been crazy.

funniest picture of the day

Would people really pay for poo?

This picture is from another blog: http://www.adamsachs.org/blog.html
The author suddenly got divorced, lost his mind for a bit and travelled the world. It is a really good travel blog second only to those Couple of Canadians in Hong Kong. Tons of pictures, not much talking- which is strange because apparently the blog author is a writer professionally.

I think it's a blog that we can all relate to. Who doesn't have days where having a mental melt-down and seeing the world doesn't sound like a good thing.

*editted to add that the writer is very often published magazine writer/editor. I checked out his bio and other much more wordy blog.

If a tree falls in the forest?

This week, my grandmother went into a care home. It's sad, and I'm not going to blog about it.

~

Last week I was given a whole box full of her old photos and I spent several hours going through them. It's strange to see snaps of an entire lifetime. I don't know who a lot of the people are in the photos, and unfortunately, Nana is too blind to be able to see them. So I'm stuck with wondering who the girl is on great-Uncle Lawrie's arm.

~

There were a few pictures I knew. No explanation needed. Any Vancouverite worth their salt should recognize the above pic. This is a famous hollowed-out tree stump in Stanley Park. Unfortunately, it is about to be (or may have already been) cut down because it was damaged and deemed unsafe. The mind truly boggles, here is my great-Uncle Lawrie and some buddies in the 1930's all dressed up, and I stood there 75 years later and took a picture with my portable phone! So much change.

~

I think this is my new favorite picture. My previous favorite was of my grandma's cousin Violet Hall and family on the Capillano suspension bridge in the late 1910's. I'll digg it up and post it soon.

Step Away From The Wheat!

Wheat. If you know me at all you know that wheat is my enemy. My Darth Vader. It's sort of like an addiction, I crave it, but it makes me incredibly ill. I used to be able to eat wheat in small quantities and be okay. But wheat is like Crystal Meth. One day I'm indulging as a treat when I go out on the town. And then one day I'm a strung out junkie curled up on the bathroom floor at 4am wanting to die.

One week ago I decided that going home sick from work or laying on the couch all day is no way to live. I want to be like everyone else and eat bread at a restaurant, or eat my favorite foods and not suffer for it. I hate going to a restaurant and being the centre of attention. "Can you eat anything here?" Nothing makes me feel more like a circus freak.

After a particularly bad wheat binge, I did a little re-evaluation. Why am I doing this to myself? I need to be Wheat free. I have been reading a lot about Celiac disease lately. I suspect that's what wrong with me (and what's been wrong with me for the last 7 years). Celiacs can't eat gluten (wheat-spelt/kamut, rye or barley) it causes the body to attack itself and destroys the intestines. I have been tested and am waiting for the results. In the meantime, I have been living the gluten-free lifestyle. I don't remember feeling so good ever in my life. It's been years since I actually slept through the night (I've slept through the last 7 in a row!!) Either way the test results come out, I have learned that gluten is not good for me. It's like I'm sober now, and I can see what the drug was doing to me.

I know that my blog is never this personal, but I wanted to remember the day that I started to feel good, normal, and maybe even healthy. So, April 30th 2008 was a big day. It was the last day I was sick.

Artsy Fartsy

A few weeks ago, Whitney invited me to the Undergrad Art show. Last year the show was centrally located near Granville skytrain station. This year, the show was in an empty warehouse.

Lots of the art was different, totally beyond my very limited knowledge of art. This was one of my favorites. Tiger, Zebra, Dog and Owl. I like the zebra the best.


At the entrance of the warehouse was a square of what looked like Vaseline on the floor. Because it was right at the doorway, people didn't see it and would walk right into it. I hear by the end of the night they had to rope it off with toilet paper (slippery floors are a liability!)


There was a good turnout. This is a random shot of the lower floor (there was more on the second floor). I would have taken more pictures, but no one else was, and it felt like I was doing something wrong. I asked Whitney, and she said it was ok. Notice the giant whale pinata in the background, it was broken at the end of the night after we left. I don't know what was in it, but fish guts seems much more appropriate than candy. Also notice that there is a log on the floor. I don't know what it means or why it's art.





The girls in charge of the bar filled the wine glasses to the brim (for $4!!) By the time I left, I was loaded! Apparently so was this art lover. He purposely stood in some poor students artwork. I may not understand gookey stuff on the floor, but I'm sure the kid who did it wouldn't have like this guy destroying it. In the background is a mural made out of pennies.

It's a wonderful day in the neighbourhood

I like looking at my garden, I like to see the changes throughout the year. I love when suddenly something is different, something I didn't see the day before. Today, I was looking at the garden, and there was something different. I just didn't know what. After a while I realized it was because one of my pots was gone! I looked and looked, the pot weighs 25 pounds empty, add dirt and plants, it's got to be 45 pounds. I figured it couldn't have gone far- it doesn't have legs, and it's a pain in the butt to move. This isn't the first time things like this have happened. Last year hoodlums stole flowers and decor out of my garden. I guess it's all part of being a gardener in the ghetto. Knowing this, I don't put things in the garden that are easy to steal. Feeling a little upset, I looked in all of my neighbour's yards (maybe they took it by mistake?) No. Finally I spotted it sitting at my neighbours front door.

I think to myself. Why would they take it? They sure aren't going to keep it! So I drag it home. Tonight my neighbour comes over and explains that she isn't a thief. Last night at 10:30 somebody dragged the pot in front of her door, they then put something in the pot and lit it on fire! Nice neighbourhood eh?

WHOA!

Where am I?
Obviously you are visiting the prettiest blog on the net!
I have been meaning to change things up a bit. There is a new blog background courtesy of Pyzam. I also have included new links (including Pyzam) and some of my favorite torrent websites. The hit counter has been changed and we are starting back at zero. The last hit counter wasn't very accurate, this one might be better.

The map~ new and improved. It is now mapping in real time with accurate hit info displayed. Flashing bulls eyes show the hits that are currently looking at my blog. On the old map, the location of hits was kind of fuzzy. Now it will show the location of hits and the time they visited. Basically I'm a stalker. Before people would tell me that they looked at my blog while travelling, but the hit wouldn't show on the map. I think that this map will be better. So welcome to the new and improved blog!

just plain strange

Ah, the internet is a wonderful place. Sometimes I find the most bizarre things. Sarah and Shannon fondly remember me sharing my last strange website "The Shenis". Google it if you are not at work. It might be the best modern invention, sadly storage and portability of the Shenis is a problem.

Sometimes I like to keep these little discoveries a secret; other times it just begs to be shared. I have been trying to decide if I should share my latest bizarre website. Originally I had planned on buying everyone gifts from this website. Sadly, they are not set up for web orders, so I thought it my duty as a blogger to share. So what is it you wonder? Well, I've noticed a lot of flavoured bottled water on the market in the last year. I'm not a fan of flavouring water because I think that plain water is really very tasty. I guess for other people it's hard to drink enough water. So how do you make water tasty to non-water-drinkers? And how do you make your water different from all the other bottled waters on the market?

Screw traditional flavours like strawberry and lemon-lime. The folks at Meatwater have come out with some really different flavours:
~Beef Jerky
~Beef Stroganof
~Cheese Burger
~Chicken Teriyaki
~Dirty Hot Dog
~Fish'n Chips
~Hungarian Goulash
~Italian Sausage
~Peking Duck
~Tandoori Chicken
~Texas BBQ
~Wiener Schnitzel

They are also working on an Escargots flavour- yuck. Being a non-meat eater, none of the flavours sound very appetising. However, I do think they need to consider adding smoked salmon and capers to their product line. They have a contest looking for the next flavour. I already suggested Smoked Salmon and capers, so don't be trying to steal that one. I'm curious what the ingredients are, I suspect it's all artificial flavourings otherwise it would be called soup stock rather than water. Obviously this would be a novelty purchase, but I wonder if it might actually catch on. http://www.dinnerinabottle.com/

Hottie of the Game?

Sad to report hockey fans, but since the Canucks suck, we will not be having a hottie of the game this playoff run. I did contemplate supporting the Flames (all new hotties) but they don't have hotties (see the sample below). Plus it seemed totally wrong.


As a post script, Reservation Road. Possibly the most depressing movie I've watched since Terms of Endearment. If you want to cry, or feel like crap, or suffer from major depression then I highly recommend this movie. It's about a boy who is killed in a hit and run. His parents and the guy who did it completely fall apart. Be warned there are extended funeral scenes and big long crying scenes with snot running down faces. So hot! I have a deep dislike of Dakota Fanning (30 year old trapped in an 8 year olds body). I'm sad to report that her younger (and less talented) sister is in this movie. Clearly, I have to start downloading (I mean renting) better movies.

...And we're back.

I don't know about you, but those 8 to 10 business days just kind of flew by! Last night I got home to find a huge box waiting for me with bright green stickers saying "Attn: Please hold for technician installation!" Well, I figured since I'm a pharmacy tech, maybe I could handle opening the box.

Sure enough it was my power cord- totally not from Future Shop. I guess they ordered it from somewhere else and the other company sent it to me overnight Fed-Ex. Yeah! The strange thing is that it is the exact same thing that Gateway told me was no longer available. Goodbye old computer! Back into the closet you go.

Lets go on a tangent. When I was in Hong Kong and Thailand, I saw lots of signs with really bad English. This week I did a bit of dollar store shopping- I'm sure everything I bought was from china. I bought a little package of caramel candies (the individually wrapped square ones). I haven't had them in years and years- pretty yummy. As I always do, I read the ingredients to make sure that I wasn't eatting something I'm allergic to. The second ingredient. "Whoire milk" Probably supposed to be Whole milk, but I still had the mental picture of a dingy 3rd world milk shed full of Whores waiting to be milked. Maybe that's why this item ended up in a dollar store- 1 little typo completely changes the meaning.

Thanks for all those who emailed about the movie review. The next review is probably going to be Reservation Road- never heard of that one either. It can't be any worse than Darjeeling Limited- which I thought would be about tea.