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I am a homewrecker. I am a meddler. I am hotter than you. I am only going to get in the way.

Photo courtesy of Compound Eye on Flickr

Okay, so that’s not actually true, but it’s certainly what one girl thinks of me.

More than a decade ago, I met a boy on a basketball court. He crushed on me, I crushed on him, but we never dated. To this day we are still the closest of friends but have never dated. Nor had sex. Nor have we ever made out. We haven’t even held hands. We’re loving friends and nothing more.

The boy from the basketball court has a girlfriend. He has dated her, on and off, for almost two years I would guess. Did I mention she despises me?

She’s had a love/hate attitude towards me from Day 1, alternating between acting jealous for his attention, and saying that she’ll give a friendship with me “another shot.” I suspect she only wants to give it another shot because she wants to appease him.

In truth, despite the blue moons when she supports his friendship with me, it’s an incessant parade of temper tantrums, pointless comparisons with me and coffee (non-)dates between him and I that only happen when he’s “running errands” to spare himself a 10 minute explanation of why we’re having coffee together (like those who’ve been friends for half their lives generally do).

The bottom line is that I am tired of it. Her feelings towards me, and actions because of me, make me feel like a horrible person when, in reality, I am anything but. Through the course of the last year, she has managed to throw a long-time friendship into the mud based on her own insecurities. If he and I wanted to be together, wouldn’t we be by now? Perhaps she can’t see that. I can’t say.

I wouldn’t doubt for a second that she’s always hoped and prayed him and I would cease to be friends so she’d no longer feel threatened or worried by me.

Guess what, L? You win.

/vent

A rant and a rave and then goodnight…

I never thought I’d see the day where I’d write anything negative about Vancouver Island, but here it is. As much as I don’t condone generalizing, drivers on Vancouver Island are some of the worst on a whole.

Between parking, merging, cutting off and following the basic and unwritten code of conduct with regards to driving, my experiences behind the wheel on the Island often incite colourful language that doesn’t normally pass through my strawberry-flavoured lips.

Metro Vancouver drivers are notoriously aggressive and offensive; Vancouver Island drivers are seemingly the opposite. The lax attitude translates to a sense of oblivion on the roads. Nights like tonight make me wish I was commuting in Highway 1 traffic to the Fraser Valley on a Friday afternoon in the alternative.

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I did, however, have a positive travel experience today - one which brought on a case of the giggles for nearly every passenger on the 4:15 p.m. sailing from Horseshoe Bay to Departure Bay.

Shortly after leaving the terminal, the captain made a very unique announcement:

“For those of you detecting the scent of marijuana on the outer decks, contrary to popular belief, it is not due to BC Ferries’ staff. Those passengers wishing to smoke marijuana, I suggest you move to the rear decks as there will be less wind resistence at the back of the vessel.“

Shit you not. Only in B.C.

That is the thought that struck me today. All of a sudden, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of blogging. Or maybe I’m sick of the blog world. Maybe I’m sick of why people do it. Perhaps it’s the content of some peoples’ blogs that I’m nauseated by. My own is no exception to the rule - I’m quite sure that there are readers out there who are convinced that www.keira-anne.com is nothing but selfish and mindless drivel. I’m a big girl. I can take it.

So what now? Truth is, I probably won’t stop blogging. I love to write and to express what I feel and what I think. Your voice is your strongest weapon, and without words, you’re shooting blanks. The purpose isn’t self-glorification or a means to having others gratify you. I’m just tired of reading content that lacks originality and lacks confidence. I’m absolutely no expert on blogging - I’m only an expert on myself, but not even on what I know.

Maybe I simply need to re-evaluate, in very specific terms, exactly why it is that I write. A purpose statement, if you will. If posts are becoming less frequent in the coming days, you’ll know why. If not, then maybe it’s because my mojo will return to me while in la-la land tonight. Either way, I’ve said my piece but oddly enough feel no better for it.

Every year, around this time, I’d highly anticipate the Sears Wish Book as a little girl. Its pages were filled with items I’d hope and wish and pray would be waiting for me under the Christmas tree on December 25th. When I was a young one, I loved dressing up Barbie in her leg warmers (I kid you not), baking pie in my pretend kitchen and building homes, complete with a roof and furniture, for my Lego people to live in.

Tonight, as I sat in my mom’s family room curled up in my thermal underwear and leg warmers, I flipped through Sears’ 2007 Wish Book, curious to see what toys were to be the hot sellers.

Let me simply say that I would be appalled were anyone to ever buy any of the following gifts for my daughter someday:

1. Why buy her a Barbie doll when you can buy the little girl in your life Top Model Barbie? Because unless she’s “girly and fun, sweet and sassy, with a sophisticated style,” then what is she worth?

2. What girl doesn’t love to dress in fun costumes and feel like a princess? Forget the fairytale ballgown and give her a strapless sequin dress. Now your 3-year-old can also be a real-life Bratz doll. Kinda put a whole new twist on “role play.”

3. Radio Flyer wagons are so 1917 and Barbie’s Corvette is a little too pink. Keep up with the Joneses in your child’s very own Cadillac Escalade. Gotta keep rollin’ with the homies.

I’m sure that the shelves at Toys R’ Us are stacked full of other shallow, purposeless toys designed to give kids bad cases of the gimme-gimmes. The truth is, the toy industry will seemingly always target the vanity of little girls and the warriors within little boys. Walk into any dollar store and, even in a day where war and violence are daily headlines, toy machine guns and machetes are still yours for the buying.

All’s not lost though…I did happen to come across one toy that even as an adult is drool-inducing. I simply can’t imagine how lucky I would’ve been had Saint Nick ever delivered this to me.

Photo courtesy of Bratz

There’s a lady in my office who likes to brush her teeth. She brushes them every single time she eats, even if it’s just after a coffee break. She’s meticulous in her brushing and usually does so for a minimum of two minutes. She also likes to leave the faucet running at full blast when she does so.

When leaving the tap running, you’re wasting an average of five litres of water per minute. For this particular lady, that equates to 10 litres of water completely wasted every time she brushes her teeth.

Recently I made mention to her that if she were to turn the tap off while brushing her teeth, she’d save a lot of water so maybe it’d be a good idea to do so. Her response?

A slight laugh followed by a shoulder shrug and “Oh well…it’s the way I do it. It’s part of my routine.”

It’s now to the point that I can’t even be in the washroom while she’s engaging in routine because this just absolutely seethes me! Am I overreacting or is she simply ignorant?