Archive for the ‘Resuce Me’ Category

Friday, September 19th, 2008

CHEESEBURGERS: THEY DO A BODY GOOD

Me: So did you figure out what to make for dinner?

Stephen: Ya, I just took a steak out of the freezer.

Me: Yum.

Stephen: Doesn’t it seem kind of counterproductive to go for a run then go to McDonald’s?

Me: Not really. As long as I don’t eat a bajillion calories there.

Stephen: I see.

Me: I’ve been eating it my whole life!

Stephen: Haha maybe it’s just building up inside of you, ready to give you some kind of disease!

Me: What kind of disease?

Stephen: All kinds probably. I don’t know how you don’t feel like dying when you eat it.

Me: I feel like dying from the awesomeness on my tongue…

Okay so I have never been one to really run. When I started going to the gym three weeks ago, I told my trainer that I’d be totally into weight training but count me out for cardio. I hate it and I pretty much always have. But then something weird happened. The more I worked out, the stronger I became and before I knew it, I wanted to run to the gym. Quelle bizarre behavior!

Yup, I’ve definitely gotten stronger, more toned and very much more Bosworth in the last few weeks. I skipped the gym after work today because I actually felt like going for a run to bust off some stress instead.

I started out in Gastown, went up Main Street to Crab Park, all along the waterfront to Waterfront Road, under Canada Place, up through Coal Harbour to the corner of Hastings and Broughton and then back down to Burrard, up to Pender and straight down Pender until I hit the Tinseltown McDonald’s.

All in, 40 minutes later I had covered 4.63km of territory without stopping once. Not only can I not believe that I actually ran, but did so without stopping. Good tunes (The Pixies, Jay-Z and Daft Punk to name a few) and supportive sneakers are key, it seems.

I picked up a great pair of Nike runners at Winner’s for only $70 this week, and so far, it’s been a wise investment. Another tip: make the trek to Burlington, WA and hit the new Lululemon Factory Outlet. The same outfit that I’d priced at about $150 with tax on Robson Street cost me a mere USD$60 with tax last Saturday.

Question for all you runners: Why the heck do I still get that same side cramp that plagued me in elementary school track and field, and how do I get rid of it?

Highlight Of The Day

It seems that being sweaty and joggy is more attractive to men than being dressed-up and strutting. While I oddly got more than my fair share of male attention today, as I jogged past the fire station at Main and Powell, I was greeted by a trio of firefighters who were delighted to wave and wink. Ahhh…rescue me.

Awkward Moment Of The Day

As I was walking home from work, a well-dressed man much shorter than me approached with a puzzled look on his face. Sweetly, I asked if he was lost. He wrung his hands for a brief moment. “Ah, yah, I’m looking for a tall blonde girl…know of any?” I instantly had a flashback to the time Samantha got motorboated, shook my head no and flashed a lovely goodbye smile as I kept on walking.

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Engine, Ladder, Battalion

After many weeks of promise, August 28th has come and (almost) gone. This summer I got hooked on Denis Leary’s “Rescue Me” and burned through the first three seasons within two weeks - pun intended.

Miss604 and her husband have been watching the fourth season for a few weeks now online, but it was only tonight that it finally has its official premiere in Canada. Fast forward a few months from where the third season left off: Janet gave birth, but whether it’s Tommy’s baby or Johnny’s is yet to be seen; Colleen has taken up the pill, penises and peppermint schnaaps; Sean and Maggie have hit their first relationship plateau, while things are going seemingly just fine for Franco, Chief Reilly and Mike. This is one show that you can never watch with held breath because events tend to turn on a dime. Though tonight’s premiere didn’t hold much of the normally expected rush, there’s just something about seeing Denis Leary holding a baby that was frighteningly thrilling.

Photo courtesy of FX Networks

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Whether you’ve noticed or not, I did a little bit of reformatting with my blog. If you click the black and white photo of yours truly to the left, you’ll be directed to a new page containing my biography, as well as useless trivia designed to amuse.

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There’s been a great response to my recent post with regards to tattooing. If there is anyone out there that’s got a good hand at sketching and is interested in perhaps drawing something up for me, get in touch by e-mail and we’ll talk.

I know I promised something ridiculously ridiculous tonight but it’s time for bed. Oh! But before I do, I just remembered…it seems that the Rio Theatre is only playing “Hairspray” until this Thursday because at midnight that night, the maiden screening of “Halloween” will be underway. I can’t even begin to tell you how exciting this is for me! Be sure to tune in on Friday for a full review.

Monday, August 27th, 2007

Monday Night, 8:38 p.m. That’s me.

Last night, I forgot to mention something with regards to Hanson that is actually quite a bit more important than having the group write a song for me. The first single from this year’s record “The Walk” is called Great Divide. From the first listen, I fell hard for the song, but in particular for the sense of inspiration that the lyrics give. It wasn’t long after that I found out that the song was written and released to coincide with World AIDS Day. The three Hanson brothers have recently done extensive work with children in Africa, in particular those who have become orphaned due to the AIDS epidemic. Great Divide was their labour of love and tribute to those children and the work currently being done in Africa. Take a couple minutes to watch the video below.

Everytime someone downloads Great Divide off iTunes, the proceeds are donated directly to HIVSA (HIV South Africa). HIVSA is a non-profit organization created to support those infected with or affected by HIV. Click here to learn more about this organization, or visit iTunes to download Great Divide.

Video courtesy of YouTube.

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For those of you from Vancouver Island who are keeping up with the latest Comox Valley debate, it seems as though recent talks have hit a brick wall. The Strathcona Regional District, which encompasses a fair chunk of the North Island, is weighing out the pros and cons between revamping the hospitals currently located in Comox and Campbell River or simply building an entirely new and “centrally-located” facility.

Personally speaking, everyone has the right to fast and efficient healthcare. To place a hospital facility between the Comox Valley and Campbell River defeats both of those factors. In the event of any potential emergency, the trek to a regional hospital would be far too long. When lives are at stake for the sake of dollars, there is no choice except that lives are by far more important.

To learn more about the Comox Strathcona Hospital District, visit this link.

Photo of St. Joseph’s General Hospital in Comox courtesy of hospital’s official website.

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And lastly, before I sign off and head to bed at a ridiculously early hour, need I remind you of three things?

1. LA Ink is on tomorrow night…if you’ve been missing it, then you don’t know what you’re missing.

2. Season 4 of Rescue Me premieres tomorrow night in Canada on Showcase. I’m ready for Denis Leary. Very ready.

3. Rob Zombie’s “Halloween” is being released in theatres this Friday. In case you didn’t know, I’ve been highly anticipating this one. If anyone knows of a local midnight showing this Thursday, please let me know. I was counting on the Rio Theatre, but it seems as though they’re showcasing “Hairspray.” Note that I am not providing an external link to that flick for y’all.

I guess that’s it. It’s time to dive between the sheets with yet another chick flick. Last night I checked out “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” (U.S. spelling) and found it beyond delightful. Stay tuned tomorrow for something ridiculously…ridiculous.

Love-love.