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Thursday, September 27th, 2007
Sublime
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.
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.------------------------------------------------------
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.
Monday, September 17th, 2007
Anaheim: 3, Keira-Anne: 0
Tonight me and Becky went to the hockey game.It was the Canucks' first pre-season game.
We played against the Anaheim Ducks.
We lost 3-2. In overtime.
Before the game, we had beers and chicken wings with the birthday boy, Darren.
He's awesome.
I bought Darren a Muff Diver.
Then we went to the game.
I spent the first period in the handicapped bathroom stall alternating between tears and vomit.
Then Becky bought me a churro and another beer.
Then I finally got into the game.
Sometimes life sucks a lot.
I'm drunk righ tnow.
Plus I am feeling sad.
Love sucks.
We lost the hockey game.
Saturday, September 15th, 2007
Virtual History
Yes, I admit - I haven't blogged since Wednesday and I do feel badly about that. However, sometimes life keeps you busy.
My last post included a link to a Port Hardy tourism website. Being the curious lady that she is, my mom checked out their virtual tours section and stumbled upon something rather interesting.
Click on to this link and select the virtual tour of Rotary Park. Once the camera pans from the park, left towards an apartment building complex, there is a little yellow house next to the complex behind a fence. That was my first home when I was brought home from the hospital in December of 1980! We lived on Douglas Street, which also happened to be my father's middle name. Up the street lived Jim and Dianne, who happen to still be my family's closest friends to this day.
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Speaking of my father, yesterday would have been his 56th birthday. He gave me a wonderful childhood, filled with colourful memories of being his "princess." Our relations were somewhat strained through my teens years, but I know much of that can be attributed to just that - the fact that I was a teenager. When he passed away shortly before my 18th birthday, it was tragic to some degree, but also a blessing in disguise in many ways. What I know I will always have with me are the times when I knew I was his "princess" and brought a lot of joy into his life, and vice versa.
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This chica has been on the Island visiting with her family and Charley since last night after work, and let me tell you...Charley's certainly gotten bigger in the last two weeks since I last saw her. Her personality has really emerged and it's certainly a playful one. I'll try and get some pictures today and tomorrow.
The coming week is a busy one for sure, so I'm hoping to actually have the time to blog and tell you all about what's going on. Monday is the day that Miss604 and I are meeting right after work for copious amounts of chicken wings and beer at Wings on Granville street before watching the Canucks square off against the Ducks in the pre-season at GM Place.
The day after, watch my blog for something super sweet, special and delicious that her and I are getting up to, courtesy of T.P. This super sweet, special and delicious blogalicious entry will, of course, be accompanied by tasty photos.
Last, but certainly not least, Matt's playing his third show here in Vancouver. To see the final step of a long process will, I'm sure, be somewhat overwhelming. To see first-hand the events that led to H.M., to see the carefully crafted steps that were taken to make H.M. and now to finally see the fruits of his labour shared with those that admire him will only serve to make me prouder still of my dear friend.
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I must offer my appy-polly-logies for such a scatter-brained blog post. I'm hoping to write something a little more interesting and coherent post soon enough, rather than when first waking up to realize that I hadn't blogged in days.
Love-love.
My last post included a link to a Port Hardy tourism website. Being the curious lady that she is, my mom checked out their virtual tours section and stumbled upon something rather interesting.
Click on to this link and select the virtual tour of Rotary Park. Once the camera pans from the park, left towards an apartment building complex, there is a little yellow house next to the complex behind a fence. That was my first home when I was brought home from the hospital in December of 1980! We lived on Douglas Street, which also happened to be my father's middle name. Up the street lived Jim and Dianne, who happen to still be my family's closest friends to this day.
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Speaking of my father, yesterday would have been his 56th birthday. He gave me a wonderful childhood, filled with colourful memories of being his "princess." Our relations were somewhat strained through my teens years, but I know much of that can be attributed to just that - the fact that I was a teenager. When he passed away shortly before my 18th birthday, it was tragic to some degree, but also a blessing in disguise in many ways. What I know I will always have with me are the times when I knew I was his "princess" and brought a lot of joy into his life, and vice versa.------------------------------------------------------
This chica has been on the Island visiting with her family and Charley since last night after work, and let me tell you...Charley's certainly gotten bigger in the last two weeks since I last saw her. Her personality has really emerged and it's certainly a playful one. I'll try and get some pictures today and tomorrow.
The coming week is a busy one for sure, so I'm hoping to actually have the time to blog and tell you all about what's going on. Monday is the day that Miss604 and I are meeting right after work for copious amounts of chicken wings and beer at Wings on Granville street before watching the Canucks square off against the Ducks in the pre-season at GM Place.
The day after, watch my blog for something super sweet, special and delicious that her and I are getting up to, courtesy of T.P. This super sweet, special and delicious blogalicious entry will, of course, be accompanied by tasty photos.
Last, but certainly not least, Matt's playing his third show here in Vancouver. To see the final step of a long process will, I'm sure, be somewhat overwhelming. To see first-hand the events that led to H.M., to see the carefully crafted steps that were taken to make H.M. and now to finally see the fruits of his labour shared with those that admire him will only serve to make me prouder still of my dear friend.
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I must offer my appy-polly-logies for such a scatter-brained blog post. I'm hoping to write something a little more interesting and coherent post soon enough, rather than when first waking up to realize that I hadn't blogged in days.
Love-love.
Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
Sune-shine
Last week I managed to snag Oasis' freshman effort, "Definitely Maybe," at one of the used record shops on Granville street and have been reliving my high school days ever since. There are tons of charming little details to the record that I am in love with, one in particular on a song called Rock 'n' Roll Star. Due to a very strong Manchester accent, Liam Gallagher pronounces the word "sunshine" more like "sune-shine," and it causes my ears to giggle in sheer delight every single time. Don't believe me? Go buy the record.Photo courtesy of Paperback Writer on Flickr
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I have a question for you: how could anyone not love dogs?Family dinners at Chris and Chloe's always turn into Dogstocks, with the human to dog ratio being 8:5. That's more than 50%. However, no one can say that dogs don't make something great even greater. As much as having Benji glued to my hip can sometimes induce eye-rolling, having him constantly craving cuddles makes me equally happy too.
For as long as I can remember, our family has always had dogs. When I was a little girl, it was Suki. After she passed from old age, we got Brady. Brady lived to be well over 14 years old until we finally had to put her down.
Last week, after being dog-less for more than five years, we adopted Charley. Being a puppy, she's thus far into everything and a whole lot more. She's taken to chewing on anything she can get her tiny teeth into. Perhaps the cutest thing so far happens when she's outside. My mom or aunt will water the hanging baskets on our patio, and Charley likes to perch herself underneath to catch the water droplets on her little pink tongue. However, most of the drops end up hitting her on her forhead. This weekend I'll be bathing her for the first time myself (my aunt and mom attempted on Sunday), so that should be a photo-riffic experience.
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A couple of weeks ago that little hottie biscotti, Miss604, attended the launch party for the new Vancouver Canucks team logo. In true Miss604 fashion, she soon after shared with the online world what the new logo looks like and, more specifically, what the new logo looks like plastered across the Junior 604s.Next Monday, the Canucks are taking on the Anaheim Ducks at GM Place during a pre-season game. Becky and I snagged tickets from my friend Craig (who's a season ticket holder), and I do believe this game promises to be a good one. It's the first time our hometown heroes will square off against Todd Bertuzzi since his trade to California. Regardless if we win or lose, you can be assured that both my blog and Becky's will be plastered with not only a re-cap, but also photos of two hot girls drinking beer and rockin' the new logo.
How can anyone lose with that combination?
Photo courtesy of Miss604 on Flickr
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Looks like I got a bit of my mojo back, kids. But for now, I've got a tummy to fill and a kitchen to clean and a body to shower.