A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

BABY KANGAROO

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

I wasn't going to go here, but Tony's sage advice to me on this day was that it's okay to write what I want to write and say what I want to say. Today is the day on which I was born so many years ago. This is what I looked like: I guess I was kinda cute. While there won't be any reflection in this post, I just want to thank all the amazing people in my life who've wished me wellness, love, happiness and joy on this day (and all days). I feel old enough to know better but too young to always make the best decisions. Last night I sat down and talked with Tony. He interviewed me for my birthday and it was fun, so read it if you feel like it. I also got a few shout-outs on blogs from some very lovely people who had nothing but kind words to share, and you should know that your words meant a great deal to me this morning. Much love to all of you.

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

A girl can dream a dream. Few are the women who haven't swooned, ooh'd and aah'd over the copious items to come from Carrie Bradshaw's closet over the last decade. Clearly, I am no exception. Today, the FedEx man came by my office. "Package for Keira-Anne." "Yes, that is me." And this is what he brought me... Remember when the courier came to Carrie's apartment with a package from Vivienne Westwood and we all watched with breath that was baited as she carefully peeled back the delicate tissue paper? That is what true love feels like. Amy asked me if I was going to sleep in my new boots. I told her "uh, no." I think I might have changed my mind.

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

Today, the one thing my morning escape to Starbucks had in common with my lunch break was the way in which I walked during both instances. My feet shuffle-clicked down the sidewalk, my face frozen in stoicism. My girlfriend from the office asked me if either something happened or if there was any particular reason for the sullen demeanour. While nothing specific was the cause, the reason was the same as always. My bottom line was that I was just tired - exhausted - of shitty people. I'm certainly no angel or specimen of perfection. But at the very least, my integrity dictates that I, at the very least, aim to do the right thing. At times I miss the target, but my aim is always true. "Don't you wish that you could just crawl under a rock and hide from everyone sometimes?" she asked. "Actually, no," I replied. "What I'd like to see is all the assholes of the world quarantined and separated from the herd. Why should I live either in misery or in social hiding because of a few shitty people?" It wasn't the response I believe my girlfriend expected. It wasn't the response I expected to give either. And it is because of this that I am selectively social; most of the time I choose simply my own company or that of one or two other people as opposed to any more. Today I realized that my cynicism is no longer embittering. In truth, it's nearly laughable and practically borders on reality instead of something with a negative connotation. I cannot pretend that each aspect of life does not exist - the good, the bad or the hideously ugly. In fact, you, me and everyone else will encounter these aspects until the day we each breathe our last breath. And that's it. That is the bottom line. For the longest time I lamented over so much. Over people who had abandoned me, friends who betrayed me, men who had used me, taxi drivers who swore at me, salespeople who dished a side of attitude with my purchases or bus drivers who cut me off in traffic. I am quite sure we each have a unique list in this regard. To that I ask: what is the point? The pessimism will only mutate as it rots. And while I'd like to live a life in a world that is free from bigotry, hatred, betrayal, lies and control, it is an impossibility. Though it would be ideal to live in a world that offers nothing but love, acceptance, joy, exhilaration and unending satisfaction, that is equally an impossibility. I will never be free from somewhat of a feeling of cynicism. We are all only human and most of what we feel is a natural reaction. If someone puts a fresh-baked strawberry rhubarb pie in front of me, I instantly feel elated and thrilled. On the other hand, if I were to be pushed past on the sidewalk and perhaps called a name under that person's breath, my immediate reaction would be one of anger and defensiveness. Are not both feelings and reactions equally valid? It's time to stop beating ourselves up over what we feel. As long as it is an honest feeling, it is okay and it is valid. While some of you may see me as The Girl Who Was Too Cynical Before Her Time, I like to think of myself instead as The Girl Who Is Real and True To What She Experiences.

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

It's okay, I get it. Many of you who read this blog are my friends and family and, therefore, have a great deal of love for me. However, it hasn't escaped me that a few of my readers have quite a sour taste in their mouths for me and their reasons for checking in on my blog are more of a guilty pleasure; a love/hate, if you will. I'm a big girl - I can handle that. So for those of you who dislike me, here's one of those rare shallow gems for your reading and viewing displeasure to fuel your feelings. Yesterday, after work, I did something I'd long been meaning to do: I bought new jeans. Growing up on the Island, shopping wasn't something in which much selection was offered. At Christmastime in seventh grade I was beyond thrilled to receive my first pair of Guess jeans. Everybody had 'em! After that, I stuck mostly to Mavi, Silver and Gap (once Woodgrove Centre in Nanaimo got one). It wasn't until the last handful of years that I started to learn more about fashion, what looks good and what fits properly. The truth is, I have long legs and a narrow waist, and mass jean manufacturers simply don't cut their jeans to suit. Even Gap's 'Long and Lean' collection presumes that "if you're tall then surely you must have saddlebags, so let's put in extra fabric to accommodate for them." The truth is, I'm 5-foot-9 with a 3/4 waist. Two years ago, a beautiful friend helped me discover jeans of a more designer calibre. It started with Citizens of Humanity and never stopped there. The truth is, when jeans are properly designed, they fit the body that wears them that much better. And so last night I pushed open the glass doors of Holt Renfrew and bought myself a new pair from Rock and Republic. And I love them. And they were worth every penny.

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

Just one short month ago, Becky and I took a trip on a ferry boat. Prior to that trip, we'd been throwing around the idea of doing a podcast together and figured that the hour and a half spent on the ferry would be the perfect time to do so. Each of us fielded reader questions on our respective blogs and answered them for y'all. I know you're dying of curiosity to hear what went down, so click here to satiate yourself. We're funny girls. You've been warned. P.S. We're planning on podcasting again this Friday - does that idea interest anyone?

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

If there's one thing you can never have too much of, and one thing I don't get enough of, it's hugs. I made this statement on Friday afternoon, en route to the ferry, to my friend Susan. In fact, one major selling point to going home to my mom's so often is the fact that hugs are in abundance there. In a city that can often be cold in more ways than one, this girl doesn't get nearly the number of hugs she needs. Photo: Sarah606 on Flickr Several years ago, I read a book by Gary Chapman titled 'The Five Love Languages.' In it, Mr. Chapman outlines what he believes are the fives ways in which people give and receive their feelings of love towards another. He concluded that everyone falls into at least one, most often two, and in some cases a bit of all five categories. After burning through the pages of his book, I came to the realization that my love languages are 'Words Of Affirmation' and 'Physical Touch,' the latter being my primary language.

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

It is that very reason that I love to give hugs to the people I love as much as I love to receive them. That being said, not receiving hugs or some sort of physical touch when needed is often self-internalized as rejection. However, don't get me wrong; I am not writing this out of an experience of rejection. My reason for writing this is simply that I believe that, no matter a person's love language, everyone could use more hugs. Photo: Breathe Culture on Flickr I'm most certainly not referring to the one-armed camp counselor hug, the awkward and frozen "three pats on the back and let me go" kind of hug or even the grab and squeeeeeeeeze to death. I believe more people should be less afraid to wrap their arms around someone, to show them that they care and not just through an e-mail or through words. A warm hug to a wounded soul is like chicken soup and 80s movies to the flu. Sometimes it's just what the doctor ordered, and even better when it's unexpectedly on the menu. Let's start a hugging revolution. Who's with me?

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

After weeks and weeks of great anticipation and stories regaled of days of old, the day finally arrived on which Becky and I were to hit the slopes of Mt. Washington. To be honest, after all the hype I fed her, I was a little worried that the weather would be bad or that the beer would be warm or that the men wouldn't be hot; I didn't want to disappoint. Fortunately, the powder was fresh, the sky was sunny, the beer was crisp and the men were as delicious as the yam fries in Fat Teddy's Bar and Grill. We started the day very early with a handful each of Starbucks' coffee before making the ascent to the mountain's lodge. We were full of excitement, anticipation, adrenaline and peanut butter granola bars. We started our day by making our way to the Hawk 6ix Pack Lift and doing a start-up run, but then spent the rest of the day hitting the Eagle and Sunrise quad chairs. After a quick lunch at Fat Teddy's and a few more runs, I ran into my brother's friend, Jared, who at one time lived with my family for a while. It's always good to have a lot of "big brothers" looking out for you. Becky and I couldn't have asked for a day more perfect for riding. I am quite sure that the hype lived up to its promises - and more. I can't imagine another girlfriend I would've wanted to bring. We shot a little video at the top of the Eagle chair, so if YouTube ever gets around to properly uploading the file, I'll post that for your viewing pleasure. In the meantime, here are a few more shots of the day - find more on my Flickr.

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

Photo: Retrocactus on Flickr As for me, I am quite happy being referred to as a girl, thank you very much. In fact, I love hanging out with "my girls," I love being girlie, I love using the phrase "just being a girl" as an excuse for countless offenses and I love that everything "girlie" is just a little bit more fabulous. My modest sweater kittens aside, there are more than a manicured handful of things that make me a delicious debutante: my bathroom is awash in a sea of Mac, Clinique, Bumble and Bumble, Bloom, OPI, Smashbox, Lancome and Kiehl's; I often cry during commercials; I often cry for no reason; my CD collection contains nothing short of Jewel, Hanson, John Mayer and Jann Arden records and I'm rather proud of it; I own every season of Sex and the City on DVD; I take pride in knowing that my bras and panties always match each morning; my toenails are never without pretty polish; my skin smells delicate 24/7; I have more jewelry than I have room for; my bed sheets are a lovely fusion of navy and fuchsia and they're always clean; I buy new pairs of shoes for special occasions and sometimes for no reason at all; and yes, I too at one time fantasized about being "Baby Houseman." There is one thing I will admit to...for the life of me, I cannot understand why any girl for the life of her would resort to the "bend and snap." Can someone explain that one to me? In recent weeks, I've given much thought about what it means to be a girl. Sometimes it's much more difficult than men realize. What their logical brains can't figure out is how we girls can be so illogical at times. And truth be told, sometimes we girls don't realize it ourselves until the calm has come after the storm. Every girl is unique in her make-up, and I'm certainly not talking mascara and blush brushes anymore. What we're comprised of, inside and out, is completely different than the girl next to us and the girl next to her. The real challenge lies in uncovering that for ourselves, rather than having someone tell us. Last week I went for coffee with a friend of mine. He's someone who is good at giving tough love and telling things as they are. "You're smart, sweet, sexy, caring and articulate," he told me. "And you deserve to hear those things every single day." I couldn't look him in the eye as he rattled off his laundry list. I looked anywhere else. "It makes you uncomfortable to hear those things, doesn't it?" he asked. And the truth was, it did. I find it so easy for me to internalize what other people see as my shortcomings that when the instances come about in which I'm praised, it doesn't seem at all real. I believe that sometimes, we ladies are capable of wearing many different masks - perhaps not to ourselves but to others. There are times at which I feel as though maybe I'm too high maintenance in many regards. My strong will and independence could be seen as something to fear. Perhaps Carrie Bradshaw summed it up best:

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

Sometimes I think that's me - the girl who is too good of a catch for many men to deal with. I'm not someone that they can easily tame and submit to their will. However, I don't think that's entirely true. Then there are the men that will never see me as enough: skin that's not tanned enough, boobs that aren't big enough, hair that's not blonde enough and a handbag that's not designer enough. I hope to God that will never be true either. What I do know is who I am under those masks... You know what's the best part about being a girl? I'm sure some of you are crossing your fingers, hoping I'm about to say "panty-clad pillow fights with my girlfriends." Well, no, but stay tuned for that soon enough... What I like best about being a girl is taking all that I know which I just shared, and knowing that that's enough. That for the people in my life that love me unconditionally that I am enough just as I am. The good hair days and the bad hair days, the good moods and the bad moods - the good and the bad. It's best to know that I am who I am and that I'm someone who is unique, individual, special and yes, even rather stunning in her own right. I hope that you can all find that within yourselves too, man or woman. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bubble bath to run and toenails to paint.

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

A Vancouver Island Blog by a Vancouver Island Girl » Keira Mellis

Keira-Anne — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:40:00 +0000

"The act of blogging by definition is conceited/narcissistic, so you may as well roll with it." - Tony Pierce

THIS IS MY POETRY

Keira-Anne — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:45:57 +0000

"Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta, sleeveless, silk, full-skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt. Now that is pure poetry."

THE GIRL WHO COULD FLY

Keira-Anne — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:07:52 +0000

I NEED A HAIR CUT

Keira-Anne — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 03:03:29 +0000

The appointment is next Saturday. Tell me what to do.

CLARIFICATION: I should specify that I am not willing to chop my locks off. I haven't had short hair since sixth grade and for good reason. We're keepin' it long here, folks.

DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M ____________.

Keira-Anne — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:31:18 +0000

GIRL ON GIRL (ON THE FERRY)

Keira-Anne — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:17:04 +0000

ONE ORDER OF HUGS, PLEASE

Keira-Anne — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:13:24 +0000

"Physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice."

YOUR MOUNTAIN IS LOVELY, HUBBELL

Keira-Anne — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 04:52:34 +0000

“I CARRIED A WATERMELON”

Keira-Anne — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:51:08 +0000

In doing an online Dictionary search for the word "girl," a minimum of nine possible definitions are produced, followed by a usage note:

Just as many mature men, even young men, resent being referred to as boys, many adult women today are offended if referred to as girls, or the less formal gals. In business and professional offices, the practice of referring to one's secretary as the girl or my girl, as in "I'll have my girl look it up and call you back," has decreased but not disappeared entirely. Such terms as the girls in reference to a group of women, girl or gal Friday in reference to a female secretary or assistant, and bachelor girl in reference to an unmarried woman are increasingly regarded as offensive, and working girl in the sense “a woman who works” is declining in use.

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

WIDE AWAKE, I’M NOT SLEEPING

Keira-Anne — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 17:04:21 +0000

I'm unhappy but I'm not. It isn't the "January Blues" or SAD. Truth be told, I can't pinpoint it, but I've known for sometime now that I need to love myself more by eliminating the things that rob my life of joy. Either way, I'm heading home to the Island for the weekend and unplugging the computer while turning off my cell phone for 48 hours. In the meantime, I've discovered, there are some things that I can do to increase my joy. One of those things being that I can re-discover the things that brought me a lot of happiness in my younger days. For as long as I can remember, since my age was most definitely in the single digits, I've held a personal affinity to U2. I'm not talking about U2 now, but everything prior to 1988 was formative to my childhood years. To this day, 'The Unforgettable Fire' is still my favourite album of all time with the track 'Bad' being the one song I love more than any other song ever written. In fact, were someone to tell me that I could only ever listen to one song for the rest of my life, I would choose 'Bad' without any hesitation. That being said, last night I popped in a DVD that I'd bought a few months ago but had yet to watch: 'Rattle and Hum.' I rented this movie incessantly during my junior high years. Now 20 years old, 'Rattle and Hum' follows the band through middle America, primarily through stylized black and white concert footage. I've never been much of one to enjoy watching concert footage on the screen, but this film is nothing short of pure comfort to me when I seem to most need it. Below I've included the live clip of 'Bad' from the movie, along with a few other songs below if you're interested. 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For' 'Running To Stand Still' 'Heartland' 'Silver and Gold' (this includes an amazing guitar solo by the Edge around the 6-minute mark) All this being said, and considering that I'm unplugging for the weekend, this will be my last post until Sunday evening at the earliest. I won't be checking phone messages, Facebook, e-mail or comment moderation until that time. Have a good weekend, everyone. ——————————————————

I dreamed of you last night. You stood there on the other side of the gate; your sandy hair unkempt as I like it, your smile just as warm as I remember. You took me away and I forgot about everything that was on my side of the gate.