How to get along

In this day of warring countries, embittered politicians, jaded youth, changing climates, fallen idols, broken homes, doped-up atheletes, and unbelievably bad tv shows its nice to see two opinionated individuals put aside their differences and walk a kilometer in another fan's jersey.

Learning to fly

I used to give a lot of credit to one person in my life for my happiness. Whatever I achieved, whenever I succeeded, I downplayed it or I praised someone else.

Reflecting on this has lead me to this new outlook (steel yourself for the fromage metaphor): I imagine that we were flying and I was so scared to ever let go because I thought I'd go tumbling to the ground if I didn't have him to hang on to. But when it happened, when I detached myself, I faltered, but I didn't fall. And now that I'm able to stop and look around, I can see why: I have my own wings, and they're what keep me here.

Halloween in January

I love dressing up any time of year, as evidenced in this photo. I was even inspired to write this haiku*:

Pretty girl in white,
will it ever be your turn?
Only time will tell.

*To be read with a healthy dose of irony.

Foot-in-Mouth Disease

Picture this: We're in the cab between bars on Saturday night. I'm sitting in the front because for some reason when I've been drinking I love riding shotgun in the cab. Anyways, I say to the cabbie "Thanks for taking us downtown, sir" to which he mumbles something (remember I'm drunk) and calls me ma'am! I was kinda jokingly insulted and I said "oh no, I'm not a Ma'am, I'm a Miss!" At this point my three friends (also drunk) are killing themselves laughing in the back, so I ask them what's so funny, but they're laughing too hard and just shaking their heads saying "we'll tell you later."


So we finally get to a bar and I'm dying to know: What is so funny? It is this: The cab driver was a woman. She was actually correcting me when I thought she was calling me Ma'am. How BRUTAL is that?

On a less embarrassing note, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend:

This is Roy, he was our entertainment at the Christmas party I was at. He also did Elvis, but I was raised on Roy Orbison so he's got a special place in my heart.

10 reasons why

... my iPod is better than a boyfriend.

10. My iPod encourages me to get out and exercise.
9. My iPod does whatever I tell him to do.
8. My iPod can come with me to work and nobody thinks that's weird.
7. My iPod will wear the outfits I buy him (BONUS: we can match!).
6. My iPod and I have unlimited options for "our song".
5. My iPod has a great memory.
4. My iPod goes wherever I want.
3. My iPod is so easy to shop for.
2. My iPod can accommodate all my mood swings (BONUS: with no complaining!)

And the #1 reason my iPod is better than a boyfriend:

I control when he's turned on!

*Me and jPod hangin' on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

NYE @ the Maddy

Countdown to midnight,
Drinking, dancing all night long.
Red and black diva!

The Madison actually provided a pretty decent place to rock NYE '07. Since I got an entire day of shopping when I was in Victoria for the Christmas holidays I had to time to put together this pimpin' outfit:

I thought the dress was too low cut, but the sales clerk assured me that "cleavage is in." I wasn't aware that it was ever out.

Music options for the evening included cheeze dance music (provided by a belly shirt wearing cougar), live Irish type band and of course the beloved Piano Man! He is so awesome its scary. The dinner crowd was older, but once they opened the doors to the public it was mayhem! Ahh drunken frat boys, when will you learn that:

a) impersonating your favourite movie character (Borat) is not the way to pick up girls; and

b) nobody thinks you are cool when you start fights, mouth off to bouncers and get your drunken ass kicked out of the bar.