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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.

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.

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?

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