i really wanted to write about the bigger issues today. About making composting more accessible for apartment dwellers, and how happy i am that it's getting easier to live by the three "r"'s of recycling... but right now all i can think about is this dang crick in my neck. It's SO incredibly painful. (whinge, whiiiiiine, etc) i'm day dreaming of A535, Traumeel, and the hottest shower i can take without getting 1st degree burns.
And some wine.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE THE AXE OUTTA MAH NECK?
i'll give you a cookie.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
New diggs. I'm Posessed
Ok. Not really posessed, (have you seen the exorcist lately? Some of the images in that movie still scare the SHIT out of me!) but we did take posession on our new home yesterday, and it feeeeeels great! The move, coupled with Canucks Playoff Hockey, is making for a sweet sweet spring.
oh gawd, still have exorcist images in my head... think happy thoughts...
like this...
The first photo of the first hour at the new diggs. Next step: paint
and art!!
Yea art!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Bio-Dad #1
Mission:
The almost impossible task of finding my biological father.
Why? Curiosity, that's all.
The Facts:
He lived in Dawson City for the Summer of 1980 (it's small!)
He worked odd jobs to get by
He was young- about 18/19
He was blond
They hooked up after the infamous Outhouse Races:
...Honestly that's it. It was a one night thing (that's all it takes!) and we don't even know his name.
The Plan:
Ask mum more questions to jog her memory (people are a lot easier to find if you know their name)
Contact family friend who was with mum that summer.
Maybe take a trip up North to see this:
Sunday, April 5, 2009
a few things
1. it was sunny today and i managed to get my arse out to the beach to share a glass of wine with mum, (not seen here) this is actually a really weak picture of the sunset from my car...
2. i finally found an purdy piece of art to hang in the new digs, but went back the next day to purchase it and someone had already made off with it... i snoozed and i losed... i think i actually mourned it a bit. here she is:
3. i picked up a new shirt in honour of my lovely room mate mel:
4. i really like ducks and walk to see them almost every weekend lunch hour, but most geese are mean:
5. it's way past my bed time.
6. i'm starting up the search for bio dad, which will be verrrry interesting considering his last known whereabouts was dawson city, 1980, and we don't know his name...
much more to come on that.
2. i finally found an purdy piece of art to hang in the new digs, but went back the next day to purchase it and someone had already made off with it... i snoozed and i losed... i think i actually mourned it a bit. here she is:
3. i picked up a new shirt in honour of my lovely room mate mel:
4. i really like ducks and walk to see them almost every weekend lunch hour, but most geese are mean:
5. it's way past my bed time.
6. i'm starting up the search for bio dad, which will be verrrry interesting considering his last known whereabouts was dawson city, 1980, and we don't know his name...
much more to come on that.
Monday, March 30, 2009
omg sick.
i am a sicky. too sick to post a proper note, but not so sick that i can not pose a quick question.
It's actually on a sort of break-up protocol.
The background:
I received a framed drawing from a ex in 2004. It's been with me, on my wall in each place i've lived (believe me, there have been many) ever since. I've never particularly loved it, but more used to love it because he made it.
I'm about to move again- this time, into a new home for the first time with my partner.
So, now that we haven't spoken in almost 2 years and won't speak anytime in the near future, is it wrong to donate it to the sally anne? Especially with a "For emma, with love, ____." written on the back?
Or is is simply time to move on?
e
It's actually on a sort of break-up protocol.
The background:
I received a framed drawing from a ex in 2004. It's been with me, on my wall in each place i've lived (believe me, there have been many) ever since. I've never particularly loved it, but more used to love it because he made it.
I'm about to move again- this time, into a new home for the first time with my partner.
So, now that we haven't spoken in almost 2 years and won't speak anytime in the near future, is it wrong to donate it to the sally anne? Especially with a "For emma, with love, ____." written on the back?
Or is is simply time to move on?
e
Monday, March 23, 2009
Spwing Has Spwung, Craigslist is Plentiful
Spring has sprung. Finally. And with the arrival of spring comes the exciting task of spring cleaning. The amazing time of year when we clear out all the junk we've accumulated over the past year, and try to pawn it off on craigslist. What a wonderful feeling.
Check out these gems i found this morning:
Rare - Sea Captain's Lamp Stand - $895 (Langley, B.C.)
(an absolute steal in my opinion at $895) (?!?!?!WTF!?!?!)
Too expensive for your blood? How about this "Angel/Roman Clock" for only $30?!
I wonder if this was a gift, or just a momentary lack of judgement...
Van Gogh Dinnerware for 4! NEW in BOX........ - $65 (vancouver)
Van Gogh Dinnerware for 4! NEW in BOX........ - $65 (vancouver)
Anyway, welcome to my new favourite passtime, "Craiglisting" it's like "Garage Sailing" for lazy people.
Happy Spring!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
JOB FAIRS ... ... AWKWARD.
I attended a job fair held by a local youth employment office yesterday- not to actually look for a job. I was curious about who is actually still hiring in this economic downturn, and who was actually searching for a job.
The answer to the second part of that question is EVERYONE. I saw people who looked old enough to be grandparents, and people who were still in highschool. How scary would that be?! You're 16 and your parents give you the 'money doesn't grow on trees' speech for the 70th time, only this time they cut off your allowance, give you the number to the local employment centre, and send you on your way. You're SUPER nervous, and when you show up, you're competing with this guy for jobs:
...
Most of us have, at one point in our lives, been forced to attend a job fair. On paper, the idea is brilliant. Go to one place, with 20 copies of your resume, and drop them all off at once. A great time saver for both employee and employer.
What isn't translated to the brilliant paper plan is the awkwardness of the whole thing. Selling yourself is hard enough 1 on 1, let alone in front of 10 other job-thirsty-seekers hudling around the table.
Thank god i'm still gainfully employed...For now.
The answer to the second part of that question is EVERYONE. I saw people who looked old enough to be grandparents, and people who were still in highschool. How scary would that be?! You're 16 and your parents give you the 'money doesn't grow on trees' speech for the 70th time, only this time they cut off your allowance, give you the number to the local employment centre, and send you on your way. You're SUPER nervous, and when you show up, you're competing with this guy for jobs:
...
Most of us have, at one point in our lives, been forced to attend a job fair. On paper, the idea is brilliant. Go to one place, with 20 copies of your resume, and drop them all off at once. A great time saver for both employee and employer.
What isn't translated to the brilliant paper plan is the awkwardness of the whole thing. Selling yourself is hard enough 1 on 1, let alone in front of 10 other job-thirsty-seekers hudling around the table.
Thank god i'm still gainfully employed...For now.
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