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Long before I ever saw Sex and the City for the first time, someone once told me I’m “so much like Carrie Bradshaw.” I’m quite sure that, considering who it came from, it wasn’t meant as a compliment. Though who was I to know at the time? I’d never even seen an episode.

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However, I think he was on to something.

I put a lot of thought into everything I do or consider, yet I’m highly over-analytical.

I’m entirely self-confident in my independence, but I second guess everything.

I’m quite sure I have it all figured out, but most days I realize that I have nothing figured out.

I like to talk things through over and over again for my own reasons, and sometimes I just shut up.

I also really love ghetto gold jewelry for fun.

Judging by what I’ve just written above, what I once interpretted as an unflattering criticism I now see as a compliment to my character. Who really wants to have it all figured out? Who really wants to to be rock solid in their self-confidence, so much so that any shred of humility is impossible? Who wouldn’t want to experience the ups and downs that everyday life has to offer? I think my existence would otherwise be montonous and dull.

“…find joy in sufferings, because suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope…” - Romans 5:3-4

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To give you a short re-cap of the last few days, it’s been wet, wet and wet. Yesterday my mom and I ventured out to Coquitlam Centre for my highly-anticipated first visit to H&M. It’s a great shop and I’ll be excited when it finally opens downtown, but I won’t say it was worth trekking out there in the soggy rain and cold. I did, however, find a wicked cowl-neck sweater vest and, yes, some ghetto gold jewelry.

Photo courtesy of Duane Storey on Flickr

For the most part, I’ve spent this weekend trying to stay indoors and warm. I absolutely adore the fall season and rainy days and hot mugs of tea and jogging pants. It could rain outside for weeks on end and you wouldn’t hear a single complaint uttered from my lips. What I don’t get is those that do complain about B.C.’s endless rain. For those that were born and raised in this bella province of ours, rain is to be expected. It is, after all, a rainforest. And for those of you that moved ass to B.C., if you don’t like the rain, leave. Because the rain was falling long before you arrived and it’ll keep falling until well after you’re gone.

P.S. If you walk down the street with an umbrella, don’t be a jackass. If me and my elbow bump into you and your umbrella under the awning, rest assured I did so on purpose.

“I’ll check the weather wherever you are because I want to know if you can see the stars tonight.

It might be my only right.”

Photo courtesy of Norby on Flickr

It’s 6:10 p.m., I just had a warm bath, dressed myself in pajama pants, a t-shirt, hoodie and slippers, and there’s hot beef and garlic grilling in the kitchen for dinner. Tonight’s menu: steak beef fajitas with yellow peppers, red onion and Cracker Barrel cheddar cheese. I feel fantastic. I’m warm, cozy, a little sleepy and excited knowing that my belly will soon be stuffed full of my mom’s Mexican cuisine.

I’m also getting old.

I found this picture of myself last night while scrolling through my mom’s cell phone. I really think it hardly looks like me at all. I don’t think that I look older than I did last year (this photo was taken sometime in late spring 2006), but I certainly feel older. Maybe a little wiser, maybe a little more cynical, but also more myself.

With that, the “old soul” that so many people claim I possess is really starting to emerge. Lately, the one thing that gets me through the work day that I actually look forward to is zoning out to easy listening radio on my computer’s headphones. I let 104.9 Clear FM buffer and I’m on my way to a blissful land where I spend the day visiting with Fleetwood Mac, Sarah McLachlan, John Mayer and The Police. I am, for the first time ever, able to tollerate Phil Collins’ “Sussudio.” Even I can’t believe that much. Not only am I listening to 104.9 on a daily basis, I’ve also signed up as a Clear Rewards member. I have accumulated over 10,000 points by going to their website and either entering the bonus code from my e-mail newsletters or by entering the Artist of the Day. Today I used 450 of those points to enter a members-only contest to win tickets to see Michael Bublé. I don’t even like Michael Bublé. This is what it’s come to. This is what I get excited about.

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My mom arrived in Vancouver yesterday afternoon and we started her holiday week off with a bang. Or should I say slap…stick. The last time ma mere attended a Vancouver Canucks game was in the late 70s, before I was born. That being said, she’d certainly never been to GM Place either. After one of my favourite dinners out at Wings (can you say 39-cent wings with beer from 2-6 p.m.?) with Brock, I told her we were headed to Tinseltown for a movie but refused to tell her which one. Once we reached Beatty and Georgia, she was pleading with me to tell her which movie we were seeing, and all I said was “I lied” before unzipping my jacket to reveal my Canucks shirt. “Nooo…” was all she could say.

So, after snagging a pair of $100 tickets for $60 from an “independent ticket broker,” we ventured inside, grabbed a couple of beers and watched the Canucks take on the San Jose Sharks. I must take a moment to point out that last night was the first time in all my years, to my recollection, that I saw my mom consume a beer - and Molson Canadian at that. In the end, the Sharks whipped us 4-3 in a shoot-out, but I know she had a great time. Care to hear my mom’s side of the story? She blogged about it here.

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Lastly I just want to thank everyone who responded to my last post concerning open marriages. It seems there are a myriad of opinions and points of view out there, and all are valid. For those of you that shared your experiences, words of wisdom or anything that was on your mind, thank you for doing so.

What I am: I am the traditional girl-next-door at heart. Though I really have no idea how many different people read my blog and which walks of life they come from, it’s probably safe to say that there are more than a handful of opinions about me tossed around out there based on the content of my blog. That being said, who I really am is a girl with old-fashioned values. I know that when the time is right in my life, I want a home and a husband that loves me and can’t wait to be with me at the end of the day and one or two beautiful children that I can raise and bake cookies for and take to soccer practice. However, let me declare right now that I will never be caught dead in the dreaded “mom jeans.”

We live in a world where, all too often, a person’s value system is greatly influenced and often dictated by what they’re exposed to. The definition of “family” has come a very long way over the past few decades, and I say that it’s all for the better. Family has little to do with mom, dad, kids and the dog, but more to do with the people that you love and care for and surround yourself with. The terms on which a marriage is based have also been undergoing some major facelifts.

I’m not normally one to watch talk shows – ever – but today upon arriving home from work, I happened to stumble upon one of the more popular of the afternoon set. Topic du jour: open marriages. As someone who holds strong beliefs to the protected sanctity of a marriage, the topic intrigued me and I wanted to know what the show’s guests had to say.

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A panel of therapists and psychologists sat on the sidelines, ready to jump in with sage words and commentary. The program threw the spotlight on a man and wife who, after meeting at a summer camp as counselors, got married and have been so for 12 years. The wife, Hollie, has a boyfriend. She claims that her husband gives her everything she needs, that she is lacking in nothing, but that having a boyfriend outside of her marriage just “opens her life up to more love.”

I was stunned.

I’m not married, nor have I ever been, but for the life of me I simply cannot imagine ever being okay with sharing my spouse with another person. However, this trend is apparently gaining in popularity among North America’s married set and at a rather rapid pace. Marriages are being thought of as a rubber band, rather than a ball and chain, with room to stretch. So-called rules are being established:

“Extramarital sex is okay as long as it’s with strangers”

“Everything above the waist is fair game”

“Any out-of-town experiences don’t count”

The list goes on and on…

I’ve always considered myself to be a very open-minded person, and I wouldn’t judge anyone for governing their life in such a way, but I’m having a very difficult time wrapping my blonde head around this concept. If someone, such as Hollie, says that their marriage is entirely fulfilling, then why the need to seek pleasure from another? And on the other hand, if the desire to be with various other people never goes away, why stand in front of a group of people and commit yourself to one person? Either/or seems rather self-seeking in my own mind.

As I said, I know full well that this is not a lifestyle choice I will ever choose for myself. I don’t believe in the fundamentals behind it for my own reasons, and I know it’s not something I’d be capable of.

“Monogamy is not hardwired, monogamy is a choice,” says Dr. Gail Saltz, psychiatrist. “But that being said, what is hardwired is jealousy and envy and competition. These are normal human emotions and they’re difficult to control.“

I would believe that the number of people truly capable and in all honesty of sharing their spouse with another is a very limited tally. However, many men (and women) purport to believe that monogamy is an impossibility. I’d like to believe that that’s not the truth for everyone and that there are still many that believe in it and are capable of it. I’m not jaded and all hope’s not lost, but I am curious to know what you think about this forward-moving trend in today’s society. Is a monogamous and fulfilling marriage possible in the 21st century?

Photo courtesy of gruntusk on Flickr

If you do choose to respond to this post, or to comments that others leave, please do so in a respectful manner. Everyone’s opinion counts and is entirely valid as that’s all they are – opinions.

So I’m sitting here at the reception desk at my firm’s office. Why, you ask? No, I’m not a receptionist, but each of us has to take one turn per week covering the receptionist during her lunch break. It’s absolute torture due to the sheer volume of boredom that doing so induces, but it also gives me an hour to blog. I’ve realized that I really have nothing pertinent to blog about today, so consider this to be your Tuesday grab-bag.

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As you will recall, a few days ago I mentioned the upcoming “Sex and the City movie that’s been slated for a May, 2008 release. I wish that I had more details to share with you, but I don’t. I’ve been slamming through season 4 on DVD because it’s always something that’s good for a girl to revisit. If you need a fix until next spring, that’d be my recommendation. However, here’s another sneak peek at how fabulous the ladies are looking for their silver screen debut.

In anticipation of the miles of style that I know will come from this film, and to coincide with my mom’s week-long visit commencing tomorrow, mumsy and I will be making our maiden voyage to the H&M at Coquitlam Centre. Something tells me I’m going to find something mighty nice.

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Allow me to take a second to show you just how freakin’ cute Ms. Charley is getting…

Tomorrow is her three-month birthday and she’s growing like a weed. And by weed, I mean something pretty like a pink flower. I won’t see her until next Wednesday night, but I am by far excited to cuddle her in my arms again. Never before has there been such a perfect puppy.

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This coming Sunday, September 30 is B.C. Rivers Day 2007 in the Province of British Columbia. For almost anyone who has grown up in B.C., visiting a local river is seemingly a part of any childhood. For my brother and I, it was the Comox Valley’s Puntledge River.

Photo courtesy of digital image fan on Flickr

B.C. Rivers Day 2007 is designed to create public awareness concerning the precious waterways of this province. According to the Outdoor Recreation Council of British Columbia’s (ORCBC) website, province-wide events will include river clean-ups, riverside nature walks, school projects, community festivals and habitat enhancements. To learn more about how your community is celebrating B.C. Rivers Day 2007, visit the official website.

Whether you’re curious about me or have voyeuristic tendencies, this post is for you. I woke up at 9:30 a.m. today after a night of celebration with friends for John’s birthday. Despite five cans of Pacific Pilsner and one large, Becky-blended margarita, I wasn’t hurting this morning. Instead, I jumped into gear and started cleaning my apartment.

Why, you ask? On Wednesday, my mom is coming to stay with me for a week so I had to get it mom-ready.

I can’t say that I mind though because there’s something ridiculously fulfulling about scrubbing soapscum, disinfecting countertops and vacuuming my carpets. See for yourself…

Look - I got clean too!

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And for those of you with an insatiable appetite for more uninteresting gems about me, have some fun with this:

What is your favourite song of all time?
Picking just one is an impossibility. “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd is pretty classic for me, lately I’ve been listening to “Silver Lining” by Rilo Kiley a lot and you can pretty much play Russian Roulette with all of “Hospital Music.”

Performing Arts, Fine Arts, or Sports?
If we’re talking live action, which I’m assuming we are, I’d have to say it’s a tie between performing arts and sports, but it’s entirely circumstantial. If it was between a Nickelback concert and a Canucks game, I’d pick the Canucks game. If it was between a Hanson concert and the PGA tour, Hanson’s the obvious choice.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
As much as needed until his heart’s content.

Beach or mountain?
This question is mean. I’m a total beach person and I’m a total mountain person. But let’s be real here…all the so-called beaches in Vancouver are man-made, so they totally don’t count anyways.

Why are you taking this interview?
Because I just spent the last 5.5 hours cleaning my apartment and now I have nothing to do.

Who do you count on when feeling down?
My family and a few close friends.

Do you plan in advance?
Not typically.

What attracts you most?
Someone I can be my true self when I’m around.

Close your eyes for a moment, who pops into your head?
River Phoenix

Do you say “I love you” in the relationship?
In the relationship? Shouldn’t this question be more generalized? But generally speaking, yes I say “I love you” if I mean it.

Describe your perfect Sunday morning?
Sleeping until I wake up, rain falling outside, staying in bed where it’s warm and comfy drinking coffee and then cuddle until I doze off again. And if it were really ideal, I wouldn’t have to work the next morning either.

If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?
Successful in terms of skill or in terms of earnings? I’d love to blog and write for a living and make a good living at it but I’m not nearly disciplined enough.

If you have friends coming for supper what would you cook?
Depends on how many I’m cooking for…if it’s just for one, usually steak and sides. If it’s a group, I bust out the Mexican cuisine.

What is your favourite word?
Do I have to have a favourite word?

What makes you cry?
It’s usually when I encounter a one-two punch combination of feeling stress when I miss people (especially my family).

What makes you laugh?
My brother’s Schwarzenegger impersonations, talking about old times with friends and funny movies.

If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be?
Obvs. a killer whale.

If you won the lottery, how would you spend your millions?
Easy…I’d pay off my student loans, pay off some of my friends’ student loans, give cash to my family, invest, donate, and then travel for a few months before building a gorgeous, earthy, waterfront home on Vancouver Island.

Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?
I’m definitely a half-full kinda gal.


Who was your hero as a child?
Jack Burton. And he still is.

What do you do for fun?
Something usually involving friends, but when they’re around, almost anything is fun.

Are you an outdoor or an indoor person?
I’m a total homebody who loves the great outdoors.

Who do you admire most?
My mom, aunt and brother because they kick so much ass for their own reasons. Someone glitzy I look up to would most definitely have to be Goldie Hawn.

When do you plan on getting married?
When both the time and the person are right.

Romantic or kinky sex?
Hmmm…well, ideally a healthy balance of both, but “kinky” is such a broad term. Whips and chains are too out there for me, but there’s most certainly a lot of other kinky stuff that’s totally fair game in my playbook.

How do you feel?
I feel clean, I feel happy, I feel contented and proud of myself.

What size shoe do you wear?
Depends on the shoe…sometimes an 8.5, sometimes a 10.

Water or 100% Juice?
I can never get enough water.

Would you rather be hot or cold?
Too hot…I have a high heat tolerance, but when I’m really cold, I bitch and whine.

Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?
Uhhh…how about neither?

Favourite Place to Eat?
There are superb restaurants ‘o plenty in this city (and on the Island), but BBQs with friends or with family always take the cake.

Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or other?
I love, love, love live concerts, but musicals, plays and other performing fine arts aren’t to be overlooked.

What is your favourite clothing brand?
The Wilfred label at Aritzia is stocked full of looks that are very me. I’ve also noticed that I own a lot of Volcom clothing. I guess that means I like it.

Most Memorable Past?
This question really only makes sense if I believe in reincarnation, which I don’t.

Most embarrassing moment?
I entered seventh grade, and thus junior high, at the same time. In our first week, we had our first P.E. class. All of the other girls were wearing training bras except for me. Ouch. My mom and I went directly to Saan that night to get me my first training bra.

If you had to pick one car, which would it be?
I’m not much of a sucker for flashy cars, but anything that’s black, drives smooth and comes with a stick shift works for me.

Your favourite Disney Films?
Gotta be honest…not really a fan of the Disney films.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
Do people still tell this joke?

Do you support Paris?
Does she even have a cause to consider supporting?

Where is Waldo?
Shut up.

Juice and crackers or milk and cookies?
Milk and cookies! Especially if the cookies are fresh-baked and the milk is cold, 1% and organic!

Favourite fruit?
Gimme berries, baby!

Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?
If you’re doing either in my face, I’m going to think you’ve got terrible manners.

Are you a cat or a dog person?
I am a dog person, paws down.

Define yourself in 3 words…
Unique, smiley, indefinable.

Do you eat cold cereal at night?
I used to have a date with Reese Puffs every single night before bed, but we broke up years ago. Sugar + carbs before sleeping for eight hours = a bad idea.

What is your favourite TV show?
I don’t watch a heck of a lot of TV other than A&E, but I can’t miss LA Ink or Rescue Me.

Kill the spider or let it out?
If it’s a baby, I feel guilty and just let it out. If it’s a full-grown spider, I get incensed at the very idea that he thinks it’s okay to come within 100 feet of me. I generally squish the big ones. I’m a jerkface.

Walking past a beggar, spare change or ignore?
This is an interesting question. Saying “hello” and smiling almost always happens. Living in downtown Vancouver, there are many you know and see on a regular basis and like to help out. Sometimes I’ll just take them to a store and actually buy them food, but very, very rarely will I ever actually give money.

Boat or bus?
Boat…I heart the ocean.

What is your favourite pajama fabric?
I don’t like wearing pajamas…gimme my skin.

Where do you want to travel next?
I still need to see New York City…the itch hasn’t been scratched. Damn you, Mick Dundee.

What would you do if Michael Jackson asked you out?
Why would Michael Jackson ask me out?

What is your favourite food?
Japanese and Mexican

Do you read Harry Potter books?
Never have, never will.

What is your favourite place?
Tofino

If you could have one superhuman power what would you choose?
Teleportation…is that a superhuman power? It should be.

Have you had a beer in the last week?
A beer? I’ve had more than a beer.

Vitamin Water or Gatorade?
Gross

Favourite body part?
I love my stomach and my hips. On men, I love those “scoops” and their bellies. And you know what? Not gonna lie. Penises are great.

Flip flops or sandals?
Flip flops, of course! Unless I can wear Keds. Can I pick Keds?

What do you do on Fridays?
Usually just something low key. It normally involves movie-watching.

Do you like bananas?
I love them! Every single day!

How tall are you?
I’m 5’9” with legs that just don’t quit, baby.

My killer, kick-ass, Martha Stewart-inspired (though what don’t I do in the kitchen that’s inspired by her) guacamole is whipped up and ready for tonight. Becky decided to throw a get-together to celebrate John’s last year of his 20s, so me, myself and I are heading over there in a bit - guacamole and Pacific Pilsner in tow.

Sometimes there’s not much better than good friends, good food, beer and fun conversation.

Agreed? Agreed.

It’s true - I am home alone on a Friday night and it feels fantastic. I thought I’d take a break from my freshly-purchased season 4 of Sex and the City (more on that in a moment) to blog a little bit for you lovely readers.

I have some thoughts on blogging I’d like to share.

I met my babelicious friend Becky (though more widely known to most Vancouverites and other readers of my blog as Miss604) at the end of the summer in 2006. Truth be told, I wasn’t that hugely into the so-called “blogging world” and didn’t read a heck of a lot of blogs. However, to me, Becky is like my Fairy Blogmother. She’s real, refreshing, interesting and smart. She writes on relevant topics, sometimes on personal experiences and always does so in a style that is uniquely and unmistakably her own.

In our discussion this morning, we both agreed that when we do write blog posts that are similar to each other, it’s only based on an experience we shared together or on an inside joke that we know the other will get when they read it. In the huge world of blogging, it’s inevitable that, as a blogger, there will be other bloggers who are likely to influence you or inspire you - that’s the way it really should be. It’s a great community to be a part of.

But the buck stops there.

Blogging is actually a very personal, inwardly intimate and ideally unique endeavor. I won’t purport to know the roots of blogging, but to me, it’s much like making the choice to take your personal journal and open it up to the world, quite literally. The process will then often morph in that sometimes as a blogger you will tend to write about current events, records, recipes and a whole plethora of topics. You can run the gamut with your blog. But what it all ultimately comes back to is one thing: you, the blogger.

I won’t pretend to know a lot about blogging because it’s only been something I’ve done for a little over two years. What I will say is this: be inspired but be your own self. Be personal, be intimate, but be real. Be you, be youself, carve your own niche.

Tonight I spoke about this at great length with Tony. He knows a thing or two about blogging. We agreed that one of the great things about Raymi is that she’s just that: genuine. She makes no excuses for who she is - both flaws and dazzling attributes. Whoever you are, you will always have something to write about and are always entitled to share your point of view on things. What Tony did tell me is that no one can ever say “I’m not able to write about this because…” because that simply isn’t true. The truth is, everyone has a voice and everyone has something important to say. Just make sure it’s your voice that’s saying it.

Photo courtesy of Tony Pierce…ummm…from my inbox.

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Now, back to what I mentioned earlier…I’d like to turn your attention to the Fab Four. Sorry to disappoint some of you, but I’m not referring to the Beatles. I’m talking about the staple to every woman’s life: Sex and the City. Cliché of me to blog about? Perhaps. But so necessary.

SATC wasn’t something I watched when it originally aired on HBO, and actually only got into the series early in 2006. Sacreligious, I know. But I breezed through all six seasons in just a few short weeks on DVD and caught myself up. I was told today by someone that the show featured poor character development and was completely unbelievable. Perhaps he was correct on a whole, but if you break it down into chunks, I disagree.

First off, let’s agree that the four main players (being Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda) are really actually just one character, with each of the girls representing a different part of that main character. Each brings different attributes and experiences to the coffee shop table, ones that every single woman can relate to in one way or the other. I cannot say there hasn’t ever been an episode of SATC that either made me say to myself “oh wow - that totally happened to me!” or made me think “hmmm…Carrie hit that manicured nail on the head.”

Maybe the storylines are superfluous and a tad to the extreme, but that show is filled with little golden nuggets…shiny jewels of wisdom that are timelessly applicable.

And that being said, who isn’t excited for the movie to come out in May, 2008? Not much has been revealed and filming only commenced on September 19th in New York. What I can tell you is that aside from the addition of Jennifer Hudson to the cast, the Fab Four are back and have brought Smith, Steve, Harry and (bless his heart) Mr. Big along with them. Carrie and Big are apartment hunting in Manhattan and paparazzi shots of the set show Charlotte sporting a rather large baby bump.

What I’d like to know is this: in the last episode of the show, it was revealed that Mr. Big’s name is actually John. Are we still going to call him Mr. Big?

Photo courtesy of INF on People

Tonight was a night of humongous importance. As I mentioned a few days ago, Matt played the third date on his “Nothing to Hide” tour in support of Hospital Music. Arriving, I was very nervous for many reasons, but mostly because I know how much Matt has worked through and endured and risen above to get to the point of walking on stage this evening. The songs on Hospital Music are not simply songs when I hear them, but bits and parts of the last year of my life. Some songs make me smile hugely, others I sometimes can’t hear. But then all tell a story - Matt’s story - and I was so excited for him in that he was able share that with everyone.

Pre-show photo courtesy of matthewgood on Flickr

The show itself was absolutely wonderful. Strong vocals, stellar guitar playing and song choices that were carefully selected. Matt was joined on stage by Rod during “I’m a Window,” and it was certainly something to be seen (or should I say heard?). He has much to be proud of.

The people there were great, and the Centre was packed with supportive fans. I saw a few familiar faces as well as met some new ones. Debbie and Joanne were beyond sweet and it was a pleasure to meet them both! Unfortunately, my buddy Duane was ailing in bed - I missed seeing you out there!

The show was not the only highlight of the evening for me. It was also the first time my new slash old friend Chelsea and I ever really hung out one-on-one. Her and I worked together at summer camp for the first time nearly ten years ago, and have hung out in group settings, quite literally, once or twice over the past decade. This year, for whatever reason, her and I made a connection online and so far, so fun. What we both realized is that as teens, your friendships are largely based on common circumstances. As adults, your friendships are based on shared values and similar personalities. For whatever reason, it seems like 2007 was our year to click and I am totally grateful for it.

That’s it, kids - have a great night!

At the end of July, Tony and I debated over beers. “Nestle Tollhouse Morsels make the best chocolate chip cookies, hands down!” I said.

Photo courtesy of Duane Storey (um, I think!)

“No way…a chocolate chip is a chocolate chip. I bet you couldn’t even tell the difference between different ones,” was his reply.

And so the challenge began.

Not long after Tony returned to L.A., a package arrived for me in the mail. In that packaged I found four Ziploc bags, each containing chocolate chips and marked A, B, C, and D, respectively. My challenge was to bake cookies with the four different kinds of chips and decide whether I could tell the difference.

Let me preface this by saying that, after purchasing said chocolate chips, Tony admitted that “Well, they do actually look different. Maybe you will be able to tell them apart.”

Tonight I dragged Becky over to my apartment and executed the challenge. Here’s what happened.

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Becky and I rated the four different chocolate chips in three different categories. We each ate a chocolate chip on its own, within the dough and then finally within the baked product. Each chip was given a score out of 10 by each of us in each of the three categories, and in the end, the scores out of ten were added up and chocolate chip “B” emerged as the winner by only a couple points.

Chocolate chip “D” was the loser, but with its odd flavour, Becky and I were convinced that Tony may have doused it in an illegal substance. Okay, maybe not, but “D” was weird. Chocolate chip “A” won a special award for Biggest Overall Improvement. It did worst out of all four chips in the stand-alone area, but within dough and within the baked cookie, it made leaps and bounds. In fact, within a cookie it tasted much like the cookies used to taste at Subway back when Subway cookies were actually good.

Tony, you need to post a comment and share with all of us which of A, B, C, and D really were. That is, of course, if you remembered to write down what you sent me.

And last but not least, in the spirit of all things “cookie,” here’s a flashback to the 80s with the girls of Troop Beverly Hills singing “Cookie Time.”

Video courtesy of YouTube