I'm not here any more. I've moved here for now upon recommendation. We'll see how it goes. I may be back.
Peace blogspot.
XOX
21.3.10
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14.3.10
radical
Last weekend, at the Gibsons Salvation Amy, I found an 80's acid wash denim dress which is a hybrid of the two beauts below except slightly longer with an asymmetrical zipper from the collar to the bottom of the skirt. I have since discovered I can fold the skirt under and it will stay in place making for an at home hastle free hem job. Also making this one of the most fantastic pieces in my closet. It is, what Anna Thorsen may refer to as "fierce dot com backslash amaze balls".
Expect to see me rocking it sometime soon.
Expect to see me rocking it sometime soon.
13.3.10
It worked well with Winter...
Dear Common Cold;
I know you are more responsive to confrontations but me being rather passive would prefer sending you a letter explaining my current feelings towards you than attack the problem head on.
See, the thing is, you're really starting to piss me off. I'm feeling rather razzed; miffed if you will. You've really rubbed me the wrong way. You have to understand, I don't get mad easily, Common Cold, so it takes a lot for me to get this angry. But my blood is boiling.
You need to leave. You have far past overstayed your welcome and it's becoming ridiculous. I know you don't have a home to go to but dude, there has to be another life you can invade. You're cramping my style, man. You're really making it difficult for me to live my life as I would like. I always feel as though I need to tend to your needs first and, frankly, I'm not okay with that.
At first, I was alright with your impending visit. I knew you were coming. There were warning signs and I hadn't seen you in a while. A long while. 2 years I think. So, while I didn't necessarily welcome you with open arms, I didn't fight your visit. I would liken it to what a visit from the inlaws must be like. You can only put it off for so long but it has to happen eventually, and then you're going to be forced to grin and bare it. Well, I've grinned, Common Cold, I've bared, and I've also coughed, moaned, slept, and spent more time with you than I would care to spend with anyone.
Not to mention, Common Cold, you are the worst guest I've ever had! Your stuff is everywhere. In every nook and cranny there is evidence of your stay. You are rude, you are invasive, you are nosey, you impose yourself on others, you are loud, you follow me everywhere, you are a bludger and you are wearing me down. I've had it!
So, Common Cold, this is how it works, you have until tonight at approximately 6pm to pack your bags and leave. I'm going to have a nap so as not to get in your way but when I awake, I expect to find you gone. I don't want there to be any evidence of your ever having been here.
Here's a list of where I've found your belongings, so you don't leave anything behind:
My eye
My ears
My lungs
My nose
My throat
My head
Once you're done packing, I would appreciate never having to see your face again. I'm sorry things have to end this way but three weeks is just too long man. You've over done it this time.
No, wait, I'm not sorry!
You have got to go!
Sincerely,
Your host,
Mikhaila
I know you are more responsive to confrontations but me being rather passive would prefer sending you a letter explaining my current feelings towards you than attack the problem head on.
See, the thing is, you're really starting to piss me off. I'm feeling rather razzed; miffed if you will. You've really rubbed me the wrong way. You have to understand, I don't get mad easily, Common Cold, so it takes a lot for me to get this angry. But my blood is boiling.
You need to leave. You have far past overstayed your welcome and it's becoming ridiculous. I know you don't have a home to go to but dude, there has to be another life you can invade. You're cramping my style, man. You're really making it difficult for me to live my life as I would like. I always feel as though I need to tend to your needs first and, frankly, I'm not okay with that.
At first, I was alright with your impending visit. I knew you were coming. There were warning signs and I hadn't seen you in a while. A long while. 2 years I think. So, while I didn't necessarily welcome you with open arms, I didn't fight your visit. I would liken it to what a visit from the inlaws must be like. You can only put it off for so long but it has to happen eventually, and then you're going to be forced to grin and bare it. Well, I've grinned, Common Cold, I've bared, and I've also coughed, moaned, slept, and spent more time with you than I would care to spend with anyone.
Not to mention, Common Cold, you are the worst guest I've ever had! Your stuff is everywhere. In every nook and cranny there is evidence of your stay. You are rude, you are invasive, you are nosey, you impose yourself on others, you are loud, you follow me everywhere, you are a bludger and you are wearing me down. I've had it!
So, Common Cold, this is how it works, you have until tonight at approximately 6pm to pack your bags and leave. I'm going to have a nap so as not to get in your way but when I awake, I expect to find you gone. I don't want there to be any evidence of your ever having been here.
Here's a list of where I've found your belongings, so you don't leave anything behind:
My eye
My ears
My lungs
My nose
My throat
My head
Once you're done packing, I would appreciate never having to see your face again. I'm sorry things have to end this way but three weeks is just too long man. You've over done it this time.
No, wait, I'm not sorry!
You have got to go!
Sincerely,
Your host,
Mikhaila
8.3.10
afternoon inflatable boat ride under parental supervision
Instead of getting all nostalgic over vinyl yesteday afternoon, I went with Bruce and Yvonne in their new inflatable (purchased to replace the rowboat from the sailboat) over to Keats Island for a picnic and a game of scrabble. The sun was shining and the spread was delicious (not to mention the company was alright). Here are some seafaring maidens and other shots from the day.
Enjoy the view!
Enjoy the view!
6.3.10
another anecdote: the man and his bird.
“So there’s this homeless man who lives on Commercial Drive. The guy has a pet pigeon. It’s not a willing pet pigeon though; the pigeon is tied to him with a piece of string. How he caught it in the first place I don’t know. He’s one of those homeless people who think that we, who work hard for our money etc, owe him the world. He gets rude when those walking past don’t give him any change, not realizing that maybe some of us (myself included) are just a few dollars away from being in the very position he is in (aside from the pet pigeon because, I’m sorry, but that is just gross and not to mention cruel). Anyway, this guy is indignant and constantly covered, head to toe, in bird shit. I don’t blame the bird either, if I were unwillingly tied to someone day in and out, I’d probably crap on them too. One day last summer during that super hot spell where it was like 40 degrees for a couple weeks and tempers were really rising, I walked past the man and his bird on the corner of first and commercial at his usual post outside of Red Burrito (he actually switches corners every few days, but it’s always first and commercial) and he was parked on the sidewalk with said pigeon sitting on his head. At the very moment I was approaching my favourite bum, a man who was more generous than I walked on past and tossed a loonie or two into the extended paper coffee cup, “It’s for the pigeon!” he said cheerfully and went on his way, whistling, if I remember correctly. The homeless man looked at him incredulously and shouted angrily, “IT’S A DOVE!”. Now when I pass him on the corner of first and commercial, I remember that afternoon, I chuckle to myself, and it makes my day.”
on to the next one...
It's Friday. Part of me is relieved and another part of me is looking too far ahead into the future and thinking of Monday. After work today I jetted to the coast to be nursed back to health by the one and only Yvonne. My She-Man immune system has failed me and I've been suffering from the literal Olympic Fever on and off for the last two weeks and yesterday it hit me again with a vengeance. This time, though, I think it would be safe to call it the Olympic Blues. The whole of Vancouver seems to be suffering from said bought of despondency. Downtown looks like a bar after the lights have come on. The party's over and everyone has gone home with mascara running down their cheeks and left the garbage for the night janitor. The stragglers are wandering around aimlessly with no drive or determination, with the same look on their faces, "What now?". All of Vancouver is hungover. It's been five days since the festivities officially came to an end and the cloud still has not quite lifted.
I partied into the wee hours on Sunday after our victorious hockey win over Team USA (suckers!), scoring entry into the Redbull party (open bar for hourrrrrs) and then free tickets to Deadmau5 with other parties peppered in between (the photo below being from one of said pepper flakes). I credit my dress for my party successes. Work the next day was brutal but I made it through and slept for an awe inspiring 13 hours that night.
Needless to say, this week has been one of recovery and Yvonne has requested that I come home for a couple of days so she can wait on me hand and foot (my words) and bring me back to health. I am envisioning Disney movies, lemon tea and lots of soup. And taxes. It is that time of year. Georgia is also going to be up with Kathleen and Rim and so I am also hopefully seeing board games and bottles of wine.
If I decided to spend the afternoon tomorrow getting all nostalgic and attacking my dad's record collection, this is what it would sound like.
Enjoy yourselves!
Stay fit, and have fun!
I partied into the wee hours on Sunday after our victorious hockey win over Team USA (suckers!), scoring entry into the Redbull party (open bar for hourrrrrs) and then free tickets to Deadmau5 with other parties peppered in between (the photo below being from one of said pepper flakes). I credit my dress for my party successes. Work the next day was brutal but I made it through and slept for an awe inspiring 13 hours that night.
Needless to say, this week has been one of recovery and Yvonne has requested that I come home for a couple of days so she can wait on me hand and foot (my words) and bring me back to health. I am envisioning Disney movies, lemon tea and lots of soup. And taxes. It is that time of year. Georgia is also going to be up with Kathleen and Rim and so I am also hopefully seeing board games and bottles of wine.
If I decided to spend the afternoon tomorrow getting all nostalgic and attacking my dad's record collection, this is what it would sound like.
Enjoy yourselves!
Stay fit, and have fun!
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