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Monday, October 30 

Mmmmmmm chicken.

Yippee! I can eat KFC again!!!!


Sunday, October 29 

BBQ'ing on a snowy Sunday.




Saturday, October 28 

Saturday Video.


LOOK LOOK!!

Scott made my site all pretty!

Thank you thank you thank you!


Thursday, October 26 

Where do I claim my check?


Do you think someone would actually pay me for this blog thing?

According to Business Opportunities Weblog, my blog is worth $1693.62.


It's a huge jump from July when it was only worth $564.64.


15 more sleeps until the biggest day. Ever.


You may be wondering what's bigger than everything else. Well, let me tell you my friends. It's my 24th birthday.

Not only am I counting down until I blow 24 candles out, but I am already counting the wrinkles and grey hairs which seem to be finding their way on to my body each day. This must be what it's like getting old.


And if you've been following my site for a while, you will probably remember that my birthday is kind of a big thing to me. I actually think people get stinkin' tired of my birthday even before the big day. I think Scott was so anxious to get it over with that he gave me my wicked awesome cool present early.

And if you can remember, I've been hinting at things all year...
like this, and this, this and this, and don't forget this.


Wednesday, October 25 

Oh hello there.

Whoops. I almost forgot I had a blog. Tee hee.

Yah sorry for being so lame-o lately with my blog. What can I say? I keep starting things on topics like the soap-opera love story between Belinda Stronach and Peter McKay, two people who obviously never get over each other. And then there is the 21 year old mother of 4 who just had conjoined twin babies who is already living off the welfare system and now will continue to more so (like fuck man). And then there is Bush who is quasi saying, in his own way, that maybe the Iraq war actually isn't going that well. No, really?

Ahh so much to choose from yet no creative words to tell it in. Story of my life.


Thursday, October 19 

Free Hugs Campaign.


A shout-out to my crotch-rocket lovin' homie


Ok so my good friend CJ is planning this epic trip on a bike. Well, him and his brother actually are planning this epic adventure. They're plan is to ride around the world on their crotch-rockets.

Personally, I think my ass would get sore but maybe his is smaller than mine and wouldn't hurt as much... or is that backwards...

You can read all about his upcoming adventure here on his website.


Anyone wanna be my date?


Dove Commerical



I thought this was a rather entertaining video. Not entertaining like "hahaha that's funny" but more like, "whoa". Kinda goes to show how real these models are.


Monday, October 16 

West Coastin'.

What a whirl. A 1,000 km whirl.

Scott and I headed out to Revelstoke on Friday for a weekend of food with my family and man did we eat. All freakin weekend... (thank God for those extra notches on belts!) After Revelstoke, we jetsetted off to White Rock to visit my cute-as-a-button Nanie and her hubby. Not only did we get a stellar chance to kick it with her, but she fed us too! There is nothing and I mean nothing better than Nanie's cooking, right Ben?

We decided that we would be full fledged tourists while in Vancity. We'd bring a camera wherever we went, flaunt the the Alberta plate around in style and even pull a few touristy driving moves (like cut people off and turn unexpectedly). We also spent a wad of cash and hit up places like the Vancouver Aquarium, Science World and Granville Island... oh, and Whole Foods.

The Vancouver Aquarium, wow. So not only did I get to see wicked awesome furry little otters but I also got to see whales and dolphins and sea horses and seals and sea lions and fishies and so much more. Funny though, when I was younger, the aquarium looked so much bigger. There were penguins and orcas and octopuses and stuff. I guess when you're smaller, the whole world looks larger, eh?

We hit up the united states of America on Wednesday with a quick trip to a quaint town called La Conner. Washington was funny. It was so blantantly obvious that we had crossed the states. There were fighter jets circling the coast, the food portions were huge and pop was called soda. We took a little trip to Whidby Island and over to Deception Pass. I wasn't too sure what we were going to see but soon found the grandiose bridge that put the two pieces together. This thing was massive and literally came out of nowhere. We chillaxed on the beach on the other side of the bridge and watched the birds, the jets and the waves. Tres relaxing. After our zen, we moved on back up north to Canada and into Bellingham - factory outlet hub of the world. We're not that lucky up here it comes to clothing stores. Sure, we get BCBG and Banana Republic, but I want a little more. And hot dog did I ever get it.

We turn
ed into BellisFair and parked the car outside of Target (say it with a french accent and it makes you feel that much better!) but not before driving very slowly (like, stalker slow) past Macy's and Kohls. Ooooh American stores. We went into the mall and the first window I saw was advertising 37" inseam jeans. WTF. I sure did bust a move on in and try on like every pair of 37" jeans they had and I sure did buy a pair. Seriously. I was jumping for joy. I have been looking for these for like, forever. I almost peed my pants I was so excited. So to make sure that I didn't rush into any crazy decision, Scott made me walk the rest of the mall to see if there was any other place that tickled my fancy. We went into Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, passed Victoria Secret and then over to Macy's for a quick peek.

$60 US later, we were off to the border to be welcomed with open arms back into Canada. Mmmm Canada.

Science World gave a whole new look to science - a side that I hadn't really thought I would ever see.

Have you ever heard of plastination? Yah me either. The word kinda freaks me out though. For a mere $25 per person, you can walk through the platination exhibit called Body Worlds 3. We went on a Thursday, not thinking that it would be infiltrated with annoying high school kids asking stupid questions and making rude comments about the very much exposed private areas on the cadaver. Ok so at first I was totally wigged out, but the more I was going through it and thinking about it - it was freakin cool - highly controversial and creepy but freakin cool. For example, a cadaver was standing with his (yes, it was very obviously a "him") hands on his waist with his skin all draped over his shoulder. He had no skin on him - you could only see his muscles and bones - seriously - read about it.

We also had the opportunity to hit up a super awesome organic food store called Whole Foods in North Van. Not only did it take an hour and a half to get there in midday Vancity traffic, but it also came with a $60 price tag what with all the organic food we bought. Weird tourist attraction - but wow.

We left my adorable Nanie on Saturday morning and headed to Kelowna to stay in the Haggar mansion for some awesome time with his family. We went for fish and chips with his grandpa and went for brunch in the a.m.

Got home last night after dinner with my fam. Sigh. Lots of kms on ol' Alistair but he's good. It was nice to getaway from the city. I was laying in bed last night listening to the cars on 11th, the druggies yelling at each other and the dicks racing up 17th. It was so quiet where I was sleeping each night for the past week... it's hard to get used to the noises.


Thursday, October 5 

Yo.

So you won't be reading much of my exciting life for the next 9 days as I will be gallivanting around the west coast. Maybe I'll scope the scenery in Whistler, or drink some coffee in Seattle. Shop the streets of Robson or strip down to my birthday suit and hit up the nudie beach.

Anyways, I'll come back with stories and tales that'll knock your socks off.


Wednesday, October 4 

Hm.


They shouldn't be apologizing because this shouldn't even be happening.


Really now?

Who comes up with these things?

Headline: Educated women have more orgasms.


Tuesday, October 3 

The (fake Prince) Bachelor.

I sure did have my halloween candy in one hand and tv remote in the other all night last night. I was stoked to see the new Bachelor as this guy is a real Prince from Rome. Or so it was advertised.
So this guy, Lorenzo Borghese, is something else - or his family is something else. He's just along for the ride really.


The girls were floosies who were all wooed there by the promise that one of them could potentially become his wife.

Because I am such a super sluth, I dug up some info on our new friend. While he's only a guy with a line of pet spa goods called Royal Treatment Pet Care, his family owns Borghese Cosmetics and come from a rather fun line of ancestors. Ancestors like Popes, a sister of Napoleon, and even a Canadian landscape artist, they got it made in the shade.

During my jaunt in Italy I actually visited the Galleria Borghese - a muesum of art which I hated (and I'm sure Aaron would back me up on my feelings towards that). There's a random tidbit for you.

So I was chatting with Allie this morning and she tells me that one of the girls who made the cut who is from hippeville Nelson, BC - she coached volleyball too back in the day. So I'm putting my money on Sarah.


Self Proclaimed Media Whore.

In the past couple of years, I have successfully turned myself into a media-whore. I can't go an hour without checking CNN or The Huffington Post. I need to read Perez umpteen dozen times a day and watching Anderson Cooper is my idea of a relaxing evening. Kinda pathetic, don't you think?

So I'm flipping through Wonkette this morning and this comes up: War All The Time. How's that for a good morning? Apparently a couple boats just left for Iran which is leading people to believe a late October war, possibly nuclear (judging by what is being carried on the boats).

And then there is the whole Mark Foley scandal which is turning into quite the doozy. Heard about it? Following it? Do you care? Anyways, if you don't know what's going on but want to know a little more check out this uTube video from Jon Stewart's Daily Show last night. A rather comical look into the former Republican's secret IM life with Pages.

Ok and then if you don't care even the slightest bit about American news, there is always the fun Canadian story which throws Belinda Stronach, Tie Domi, A-listers and and some other random athletes into the same boxing ring for an all out match. This one is funny actually - I can't get enough. I love Belinda. And there is even a book coming out about her which I am sooooo excited to pick up.


My Best Friends Wedding.

A week before her wedding, Lindsay asked me to give a speech at the reception. I'm not big on public speaking so I was less thank stoked. Thankfully though, it went off without a hitch.

And here it is:

Lindsay. Thank you. Thank you for never making it a dull moment when I am around you. Even though we have had our interesting times together, it has always been something I can sit back and laugh at and enjoy.

Now, I'm going to tell you a little bit about my friend Zerbin. A friend I am proud to have called my best since the early days of junior high.

Now, Lindsay and I had next to nothing in common. She liked hockey, I liked ballet. She liked Green Day and I liked Ace of Base. Soon enough though, we found out that we did have at least one thing in common: Brad Pitt.

We would rent oodles of videos and camp out in either her bedroom or my basement and watch them. Once we found out his favourite beverage was Mountain Dew, it quickly became our favourite drink.

Although we have had numerous guys come and go throughout our individual lives during our 12-year friendship, she always had more. And they weren't just boys either, they were men. And they weren't just men either, they were rockstars.

Men such as: John Lennon, Ringo Starr, George Harris, and Paul McCartney to name a few. She then moved on to Kurt Cobain, and Johnny Depp, Gene Simmons, and Paul Stanley. And I’m sure there were others.

And then came Ian.

I was first introduced to Ian during a trip to the Purple Turtle, a rockin 80's night club filled with van Halen wannabes. There he was, a member of the band the Mocking Shadows. I had no idea he would have such an impact on her until a couple months later. Ian this, Ian that, Ian blah blah blah. It was all Ian, all the time. I was officially jealous and had come to the realization that my Lindsay was now actually head over heels for this guy.

Thank you, Ian. Thank you for coming into her life and being her rockstar. I am so happy that she met you. You two are quite the team. You make things entertaining and exciting for the rest of us. You make us proud to be your friends.

I am as glad as I can be that you two are officially Mr and Mrs. I hope that your road goes on forever and your party never ends.

I love you both.


Monday, October 2 

Ok what's next?

So Sunday night was the much anticipated (ok so maybe just by me) Blue October concert at Mac Hall Ballroom. Not sure if Scott was as stoked as I was but I dragged him along anyways.

We stood in lineup for about 20 minutes before being let in to the ballroom. We had to listen to 2 crappy (ok one mediocre) opening bands before my guys came on stage.

Oooh Justin. His voice made me light up like a kid at Christmas. I was belting out their tunes and seriously - I was the only person in the audience who had heard more than just one song. It was sad really but I felt pretty darn cool.

He was so gracious which was nice to see. He said "so I was sitting having a cigarette outside wondering just how many people would actually come to see us and wow - thank you all so much". It was great. I love when bands haven't yet made it super bigtime enough to take their fans for granted.


Um, what would you do?

I love Karyn. She's fantabulous. She sent me a little letter last week with a little notebook for her most recent book, Twenty Times a Lady.

She has this, thing shall we call it, and needs advice.

I'm thinking a spatula.