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it's midnight and i just fielded a hysterical phone call from my mom
she was crying and screaming...
i thought it was bad. more shit with my dad... you know... the fun stuff that the daughter confidant gets to hear about when she's very close with her mom...
but no.
my mom won on the lotto.
she just logged in to her account online to check the results from the draw tonight.
she didn't win millions... but she did win $25,649.00
and that is huge to her right now.
and huge to me.
because she said that the xmas trip to jamiaca for my husband and i, is on her...
tomorrow morning she's picking me up at 8:30am and we're heading out to richmond to get her cheque.
then we're going to the spa.
tomorrow should be a great fucking day.
if i don't make it back to the computer... well, i have good reason.
you know, i have to say that all day today i've been in a pretty foul mood.
lots of shit has been raining down on me lately and today was just a bad day.
but just a few minutes before the day ended this happened.
and you know... it makes me feel really good to hear my mom that happy.
sure, if she had won $25 million we would have lost our shit... but $25 grand is pretty fucking amazing for folks like us.
and now my brother and my dad officially have to shut the fuck up about how much my mom and i play the lottery... because that $8 a week that we spend just paid off...
in fact, we could have played our $8 a week for 60 years and still would have come out ahead...
see... gambling does pay. sometimes...
teehee.
i'm totally giddy. no sleep for me tonight.
hmmm... i wonder if i can talk her into a whirlwind trip to vegas...
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
she was crying and screaming...
i thought it was bad. more shit with my dad... you know... the fun stuff that the daughter confidant gets to hear about when she's very close with her mom...
but no.
my mom won on the lotto.
she just logged in to her account online to check the results from the draw tonight.
she didn't win millions... but she did win $25,649.00
and that is huge to her right now.
and huge to me.
because she said that the xmas trip to jamiaca for my husband and i, is on her...
tomorrow morning she's picking me up at 8:30am and we're heading out to richmond to get her cheque.
then we're going to the spa.
tomorrow should be a great fucking day.
if i don't make it back to the computer... well, i have good reason.
you know, i have to say that all day today i've been in a pretty foul mood.
lots of shit has been raining down on me lately and today was just a bad day.
but just a few minutes before the day ended this happened.
and you know... it makes me feel really good to hear my mom that happy.
sure, if she had won $25 million we would have lost our shit... but $25 grand is pretty fucking amazing for folks like us.
and now my brother and my dad officially have to shut the fuck up about how much my mom and i play the lottery... because that $8 a week that we spend just paid off...
in fact, we could have played our $8 a week for 60 years and still would have come out ahead...
see... gambling does pay. sometimes...
teehee.
i'm totally giddy. no sleep for me tonight.
hmmm... i wonder if i can talk her into a whirlwind trip to vegas...
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
clarity.
i have a reoccurring conversation with one of my friends.
you know... the conversation that keeps reappearing after several glasses of wine... over days, months, years...
basically, it's about how no matter what your morals are for the way you treat your friends and people in your life... you simply can't have the expectation that those people will treat you in kind.
because at the end of the day, you can't control their decisions.
all you can do, is be happy with the decisions you make about how you treat people you care about... and hope they respond in the same way.
the reason why this conversation comes up time and time again, is that usually, people don't treat you the way you feel you treat them.
and with that, comes an inevitable struggle with reevaluating the relationship and sad feelings about the way you were treated by someone that you felt certain would never do those things to you.
part of it is simply because what we know to be true is our perception of reality.
it's not the reality that other people perceive.
no two people will perceive events, conversations or anything else in life exactly the same.
it's flat out impossible.
we truly do make our own reality.
the things that are in my head, no matter how much of them are shared, will never be fully understood by anyone.
just as i will never really understand or know what anyone else on this planet really thinks, feels and sees.
this disconnect between humans is not a bad thing... in fact, it helps us to retain our individuality...
but it also makes us lonely at times.
because in reality, no matter how close we become to anyone else... a mate, a child, a best friend... we will never really know them.
all we will ever know is what we perceive of them, and what they project to us.
it's a strange existence, this humanity.
very solitary at the core of things.
and one of the most important things to learn in life is that no matter who we choose to love and let into our lives, we come in to existence alone and we will leave alone.
living for someone else will always end in disappointment.
here's the thing. as much as i love my husband and the life we've created together, there are grim fact of reality.
first off, i will never know what's inside his brain. i only know what he chooses to share and what i decode by his behavior patterns.
and second, half of all marriages will split up... and half of the other half probably should. humans don't do well at long term monogamy.
do i think we'll split up at some point? well, i sure hope not. but that's the thing about relationships... you don't really get to control them. if my partner made a decision one day to leave, there's nothing i could do to change that.
but to be honest, i'm not thinking about this stuff because of my husband.
in fact, my husband is the last person that i worry about.
i find this stuff generally pertains more to the friendship side of life.
maybe because friendships have such strange life ties that are hard to define.
for a lot of people it's hard to make the definition between what you expect from your friends vs what you would expect from a partner.
these expectations bleed across reasonable lines and eventually cause rifts in friendships because the difference in the expectations for the relationship become too large.
the fact is that you really can't treat a friend as you would treat a lover.
and also thus why when friends become lovers and vice versa the friendship changes forever.
anyways, this is one of the things that kept me up last night...
my brain churned with thought of my friendships, and the things i would do for my friends... and that no matter how i can hope they would do the same for me, it's not something that i have any control over.
does it come down to trust?
maybe.
this strange existence that we have can get you down at times...
friends and lovers will betray you
children grow up and leave you for their own lives
parents grow old and die
heck, we all die sooner or later.
and i know we should focus on the now and all the good things that surround you on a daily basis... well, because we can't control what will happen in the future... tomorrow... or even in 5 seconds from now.
but isn't that thinking just a patch for the reality of the solitary human existence?
we drift from one temporary relationship to another... some last for 5 minutes in the form of a pleasant conversation on the bus... and others last for years in the form of a dear friend or mate... but in the end, all we have is ourselves.
i guess that's the big life lesson...
love others and try to not expect anything in return... but love yourself more.
because really, you're all you've got.
and at the moment of your death, i imagine that is becomes very clear just how alone we really are.
you know... the conversation that keeps reappearing after several glasses of wine... over days, months, years...
basically, it's about how no matter what your morals are for the way you treat your friends and people in your life... you simply can't have the expectation that those people will treat you in kind.
because at the end of the day, you can't control their decisions.
all you can do, is be happy with the decisions you make about how you treat people you care about... and hope they respond in the same way.
the reason why this conversation comes up time and time again, is that usually, people don't treat you the way you feel you treat them.
and with that, comes an inevitable struggle with reevaluating the relationship and sad feelings about the way you were treated by someone that you felt certain would never do those things to you.
part of it is simply because what we know to be true is our perception of reality.
it's not the reality that other people perceive.
no two people will perceive events, conversations or anything else in life exactly the same.
it's flat out impossible.
we truly do make our own reality.
the things that are in my head, no matter how much of them are shared, will never be fully understood by anyone.
just as i will never really understand or know what anyone else on this planet really thinks, feels and sees.
this disconnect between humans is not a bad thing... in fact, it helps us to retain our individuality...
but it also makes us lonely at times.
because in reality, no matter how close we become to anyone else... a mate, a child, a best friend... we will never really know them.
all we will ever know is what we perceive of them, and what they project to us.
it's a strange existence, this humanity.
very solitary at the core of things.
and one of the most important things to learn in life is that no matter who we choose to love and let into our lives, we come in to existence alone and we will leave alone.
living for someone else will always end in disappointment.
here's the thing. as much as i love my husband and the life we've created together, there are grim fact of reality.
first off, i will never know what's inside his brain. i only know what he chooses to share and what i decode by his behavior patterns.
and second, half of all marriages will split up... and half of the other half probably should. humans don't do well at long term monogamy.
do i think we'll split up at some point? well, i sure hope not. but that's the thing about relationships... you don't really get to control them. if my partner made a decision one day to leave, there's nothing i could do to change that.
but to be honest, i'm not thinking about this stuff because of my husband.
in fact, my husband is the last person that i worry about.
i find this stuff generally pertains more to the friendship side of life.
maybe because friendships have such strange life ties that are hard to define.
for a lot of people it's hard to make the definition between what you expect from your friends vs what you would expect from a partner.
these expectations bleed across reasonable lines and eventually cause rifts in friendships because the difference in the expectations for the relationship become too large.
the fact is that you really can't treat a friend as you would treat a lover.
and also thus why when friends become lovers and vice versa the friendship changes forever.
anyways, this is one of the things that kept me up last night...
my brain churned with thought of my friendships, and the things i would do for my friends... and that no matter how i can hope they would do the same for me, it's not something that i have any control over.
does it come down to trust?
maybe.
this strange existence that we have can get you down at times...
friends and lovers will betray you
children grow up and leave you for their own lives
parents grow old and die
heck, we all die sooner or later.
and i know we should focus on the now and all the good things that surround you on a daily basis... well, because we can't control what will happen in the future... tomorrow... or even in 5 seconds from now.
but isn't that thinking just a patch for the reality of the solitary human existence?
we drift from one temporary relationship to another... some last for 5 minutes in the form of a pleasant conversation on the bus... and others last for years in the form of a dear friend or mate... but in the end, all we have is ourselves.
i guess that's the big life lesson...
love others and try to not expect anything in return... but love yourself more.
because really, you're all you've got.
and at the moment of your death, i imagine that is becomes very clear just how alone we really are.
paging the PC police
is it still acceptable to call people "orientals"?
no really.
my husband and i were just discussing this... and frankly, we don't know if it's still politically correct.
you can call people asians... or japanese, chinese, korean or whatever their specific nationality is...
and the term asian would encompass everyone from the entire continent of asia.
but is china and whatever still called "the orient"?
and therefore oriental would be acceptable... right?
we're confused.
where do you find this stuff out?
i should point out at this point, that we are aware this is a retard conversation.
it actually was sparked by the kfc commercial that was pumping it's oriental style chicken.
which by the way looks gross.
no really.
my husband and i were just discussing this... and frankly, we don't know if it's still politically correct.
you can call people asians... or japanese, chinese, korean or whatever their specific nationality is...
and the term asian would encompass everyone from the entire continent of asia.
but is china and whatever still called "the orient"?
and therefore oriental would be acceptable... right?
we're confused.
where do you find this stuff out?
i should point out at this point, that we are aware this is a retard conversation.
it actually was sparked by the kfc commercial that was pumping it's oriental style chicken.
which by the way looks gross.
domestic goddess
for real.
that's me.
i am a total domestic goddess.
and to prove it... i had my first adventure in canning yesterday.
that's right. i totally canned.
i was inspired by canadian living magazine... and my own boredom.
i love love love canned peaches and pears and cherries, like what my mom used to do when i was a kid... but i am not a pickle person.
i don't like anything pickled at all.
so this one was purely for my husband.
i made spicy dill beans for caesars (that's the canadian bloody mary for you americans)
the recipe:
2 lbs or so of green and/or yellow wax beans
4 small hot peppers (i used 8 because we like the spice)
4 heads of fresh dill (we didn't have heads, so i just used a bunch of dill)
4 cloves of garlic
4 tbsp mustard seeds
2 1/2 cups water
2 1/2 cups white vinegar
2 tbsp picking salt (i used kosher salt)
the how to:
you need 4 x 500ml canning jars
trim the beans to 3 1/2 inches, discarding the cut stem end.
cut the hot peppers in half.
in each jar, put in dill, 1 garlic clove, 1 tbsp mustard seeds, 1 hot pepper and 1/4 of the beans. tightly pack in beans, cut side up.
in a saucepan, heat the water, vinegar and salt to a boil, simmer for 3 minutes. pour into jars, leaving 1/2 inch of headspace.
cover with prepared lids and boil in the canner for 10 minutes.
the results:
not too shabby, if i do say so myself.
i didn't quite have 2lbs of beans, so i only got 3 jars out of it... but i think that will be enough.
my man is pretty excited about them.
and i probably won't touch them, since i don't like pickled things and i don't like caesars either.
so now i have 9 more canning jars sitting in my pantry.
and my brain is churning.
i would love to can some fruit, but it is a lot of work, and pretty expensive for all the fruit.
i was thinking of maybe salsa... but again, it wouldn't be done to save money, it would more be for a fun project (and because i make good salsa)
so i might get crazy. what if i canned spaghetti sauce? i assume you can do that...
i mean, big companies sell it in jars, basically the same as canning jars... so it must work.
i'm going to do some research into this.
anyways, i do have to say that yesterday i went to town on dinner.
we had lamb chops, purple and yellow potatoes on the bbq, carrots and snap peas and corn on the cob.
and then we made a mint oil for the lamb and a chive garlic butter for the corn
delightful.
that's the butter and the mint oil... because they're still sitting out on my kitchen counter from last night, lol.
but it was delish.
for dessert we had angel food cake, french vanilla ice cream and cherries, blueberries and white peaches.
it was a fine meal.
we also had guest over for dinner... clearly violating the "no people over for dinner" rule that was instituted last week.
we are not good at rules.
all in all, it was probably a $60 dinner... for 4 people.
so still a better deal than going out for dinner.
but it works out, because the folks that came for dinner, are the ones we're going camping with this weekend... so they said they will bring the food for saturday night dinner because we did dinner last night.
awesome.
that means we are fully going to only bring burgers, dogs and beans for the camping food. so we'll keep it in budget.
i'm stoked about the camping... we bought inflatables yesterday.
ya baby.
i am excited about laying in a lake for two days straight.
it will help ease the pain of not being at pemberton festival.
i had dreams that maybe in exchange for all the free tickets that i gave to people over the last couple years, i might have earned some concert karma and somehow i would have been able to go.
but alas. the dream is dead.
everyone i know that's going is bringing other people.
all tickets are claimed.
sadness.
i'll admit that i have been feeling a little "poor me" about it...
it's sad to be missing most of my favourite bands playing over one weekend...
and especially since i've been depressed and out of work and broke... it would have been a nice little injection of happiness.
but i'm looking on the bright side...i get to camp. and lay in a lake.
so i'll have a great weekend and totally block out that 90% of my friends are at pemberton.
and then i'll just ignore every facebook album and chatter about it for the next couple weeks... and eventually it will go away.
yes.
so this is where i will be this weekend.
in my inflatable lounger.
relaxing.
drinking.
enjoying life.
that's me.
i am a total domestic goddess.
and to prove it... i had my first adventure in canning yesterday.
that's right. i totally canned.
i was inspired by canadian living magazine... and my own boredom.
i love love love canned peaches and pears and cherries, like what my mom used to do when i was a kid... but i am not a pickle person.
i don't like anything pickled at all.
so this one was purely for my husband.
i made spicy dill beans for caesars (that's the canadian bloody mary for you americans)
the recipe:
2 lbs or so of green and/or yellow wax beans
4 small hot peppers (i used 8 because we like the spice)
4 heads of fresh dill (we didn't have heads, so i just used a bunch of dill)
4 cloves of garlic
4 tbsp mustard seeds
2 1/2 cups water
2 1/2 cups white vinegar
2 tbsp picking salt (i used kosher salt)
the how to:
you need 4 x 500ml canning jars
trim the beans to 3 1/2 inches, discarding the cut stem end.
cut the hot peppers in half.
in each jar, put in dill, 1 garlic clove, 1 tbsp mustard seeds, 1 hot pepper and 1/4 of the beans. tightly pack in beans, cut side up.
in a saucepan, heat the water, vinegar and salt to a boil, simmer for 3 minutes. pour into jars, leaving 1/2 inch of headspace.
cover with prepared lids and boil in the canner for 10 minutes.
the results:
not too shabby, if i do say so myself.
i didn't quite have 2lbs of beans, so i only got 3 jars out of it... but i think that will be enough.
my man is pretty excited about them.
and i probably won't touch them, since i don't like pickled things and i don't like caesars either.
so now i have 9 more canning jars sitting in my pantry.
and my brain is churning.
i would love to can some fruit, but it is a lot of work, and pretty expensive for all the fruit.
i was thinking of maybe salsa... but again, it wouldn't be done to save money, it would more be for a fun project (and because i make good salsa)
so i might get crazy. what if i canned spaghetti sauce? i assume you can do that...
i mean, big companies sell it in jars, basically the same as canning jars... so it must work.
i'm going to do some research into this.
anyways, i do have to say that yesterday i went to town on dinner.
we had lamb chops, purple and yellow potatoes on the bbq, carrots and snap peas and corn on the cob.
and then we made a mint oil for the lamb and a chive garlic butter for the corn
delightful.
that's the butter and the mint oil... because they're still sitting out on my kitchen counter from last night, lol.
but it was delish.
for dessert we had angel food cake, french vanilla ice cream and cherries, blueberries and white peaches.
it was a fine meal.
we also had guest over for dinner... clearly violating the "no people over for dinner" rule that was instituted last week.
we are not good at rules.
all in all, it was probably a $60 dinner... for 4 people.
so still a better deal than going out for dinner.
but it works out, because the folks that came for dinner, are the ones we're going camping with this weekend... so they said they will bring the food for saturday night dinner because we did dinner last night.
awesome.
that means we are fully going to only bring burgers, dogs and beans for the camping food. so we'll keep it in budget.
i'm stoked about the camping... we bought inflatables yesterday.
ya baby.
i am excited about laying in a lake for two days straight.
it will help ease the pain of not being at pemberton festival.
i had dreams that maybe in exchange for all the free tickets that i gave to people over the last couple years, i might have earned some concert karma and somehow i would have been able to go.
but alas. the dream is dead.
everyone i know that's going is bringing other people.
all tickets are claimed.
sadness.
i'll admit that i have been feeling a little "poor me" about it...
it's sad to be missing most of my favourite bands playing over one weekend...
and especially since i've been depressed and out of work and broke... it would have been a nice little injection of happiness.
but i'm looking on the bright side...i get to camp. and lay in a lake.
so i'll have a great weekend and totally block out that 90% of my friends are at pemberton.
and then i'll just ignore every facebook album and chatter about it for the next couple weeks... and eventually it will go away.
yes.
so this is where i will be this weekend.
in my inflatable lounger.
relaxing.
drinking.
enjoying life.
recruits
well, fine work last night.
i officially have two more people coming to xmas in las vegas '09
making our group 5 people.
awesome.
5 is a great number to travel with... actually anything under 8 is just fine.
don't get me wrong... the 30 people to vegas was an adventure... but it is a lot easier to get everyone together when there's less people.
plus, so many restaurants like to screw you over when you have more than 8 people... with their "already added gratuity" and all that jazz.
but 5?
5 is perfect for what i hope to accomplish.
and by "hope to accomplish" i mean the alcohol fueled mayhem that only las vegas can deliver.
ya baby.
so, while i was gathering recruits last night, my husband was at the bc lions game getting hosed.
i guess some work folks got together and bought two suites, and got a limo to and from the game.
the game was kind of a big deal because someone that had something to do with the team died.
so there was like tributes and shit.
meaning that people that normally don't give two shits about football decided to attend the game. (like my husband and his friends)
apparently they presold 40,000 tickets.
that's a lot.
especially for a regular season canadian football game.
anyways. so lots of guys i know went to the game... and i'm quite certain that all of them got quite drunk.
especially the boys that had catered suites and limo rides.
so when my husband burst through the door at about 1am, imagine my surprise.
i assumed he would be passed out on the floor of someone's living room.
but he activated the survival homing beacon and got himself into a cab to come home.
it was a fucking miracle, i'm not going to lie.
he was obliterated.
he's still passed out, with what i imagine will be a deadly hangover...
but what i managed to piece together from what he told me last night...
they didn't watch any of the game. they got wasted. he didn't even know who won.
they tried to go to the casino after to gamble (gooood idea boys) but my husband wasn't allowed in because he was too drunk and they thought he was going to puke. then he tried to fight the bouncer. then they all got ejected.
so they went to another bar... but he couldn't remember where... just that they actually served him.
and then they took the limo back to the 'burbs and his buddy (who i talked to on the phone) got him into a cab to come back here.
i believe our car is at that dude's house still.
sounds like one hell of an adventure...
and i would like to note that this is the second time in two weeks that my husband has been wasted in a limo.
we're doing alright for poor people, lol.
while all this was happening, i was chilling at home.
had a couple friends over and relaxed on the patio with some bevies.
i cooked a fine meal, and convinced them to come to vegas for xmas next year.
drank a yummy new beer
smoked some doobies and had fun.
it was all good.
really though... the beer was excellent.
i normally do not like any honey browns... especially the sleemans one (yuk!)
but this one was outstanding.
5 stars. if you ever see it, try it.
so, today looks like it will be a beautiful one.
i'd like to say that i'd be getting out an enjoying it... but i imagine that my husband will be in no shape to leave the house today.
so if i'm going out, i'm doing it alone.
ah well.
what can you do?
i officially have two more people coming to xmas in las vegas '09
making our group 5 people.
awesome.
5 is a great number to travel with... actually anything under 8 is just fine.
don't get me wrong... the 30 people to vegas was an adventure... but it is a lot easier to get everyone together when there's less people.
plus, so many restaurants like to screw you over when you have more than 8 people... with their "already added gratuity" and all that jazz.
but 5?
5 is perfect for what i hope to accomplish.
and by "hope to accomplish" i mean the alcohol fueled mayhem that only las vegas can deliver.
ya baby.
so, while i was gathering recruits last night, my husband was at the bc lions game getting hosed.
i guess some work folks got together and bought two suites, and got a limo to and from the game.
the game was kind of a big deal because someone that had something to do with the team died.
so there was like tributes and shit.
meaning that people that normally don't give two shits about football decided to attend the game. (like my husband and his friends)
apparently they presold 40,000 tickets.
that's a lot.
especially for a regular season canadian football game.
anyways. so lots of guys i know went to the game... and i'm quite certain that all of them got quite drunk.
especially the boys that had catered suites and limo rides.
so when my husband burst through the door at about 1am, imagine my surprise.
i assumed he would be passed out on the floor of someone's living room.
but he activated the survival homing beacon and got himself into a cab to come home.
it was a fucking miracle, i'm not going to lie.
he was obliterated.
he's still passed out, with what i imagine will be a deadly hangover...
but what i managed to piece together from what he told me last night...
they didn't watch any of the game. they got wasted. he didn't even know who won.
they tried to go to the casino after to gamble (gooood idea boys) but my husband wasn't allowed in because he was too drunk and they thought he was going to puke. then he tried to fight the bouncer. then they all got ejected.
so they went to another bar... but he couldn't remember where... just that they actually served him.
and then they took the limo back to the 'burbs and his buddy (who i talked to on the phone) got him into a cab to come back here.
i believe our car is at that dude's house still.
sounds like one hell of an adventure...
and i would like to note that this is the second time in two weeks that my husband has been wasted in a limo.
we're doing alright for poor people, lol.
while all this was happening, i was chilling at home.
had a couple friends over and relaxed on the patio with some bevies.
i cooked a fine meal, and convinced them to come to vegas for xmas next year.
drank a yummy new beer
smoked some doobies and had fun.
it was all good.
really though... the beer was excellent.
i normally do not like any honey browns... especially the sleemans one (yuk!)
but this one was outstanding.
5 stars. if you ever see it, try it.
so, today looks like it will be a beautiful one.
i'd like to say that i'd be getting out an enjoying it... but i imagine that my husband will be in no shape to leave the house today.
so if i'm going out, i'm doing it alone.
ah well.
what can you do?
adventures in bc ferries
my mom has a friend from ontario in for the week. she's never been out west before, so she's pretty excited to see as much as possible.
so far, they've gone up to grouse mountain and done the zip treking thing, gone to the suspension bridge and done granville island, stanley park etc.
so yesterday my mom decided that they should go up the sunshine coast a bit and see sechelt.
i had to tag along, because as pathetic as it is, i have never been up the coast and also never been to any of the gulf islands either.
here's a map to explain.
basically it's all part of the mainland, but because of the land (mountains, inlets ect) you have to take a ferry to reach this area from vancouver
now, i'd like to point at this moment that i have an extensive knowledge of vancouver and the surrounding areas. but the sunshine coast... i got nothing.
i had never even seen this map before yesterday.
i. had. no. clue.
not only is this unusual for me, but it makes me very uneasy.
my existence in life revolves around having a plan.
i need a plan to survive.
mostly an exit plan.
i need to know where we're going, how we're getting there, the logistics of it all, and the same details for the return trip.
i can go somewhere and not know what i'm going to do while THERE... shopping, eating wherever, wandering aimlessly is all fine with me... as long as i know how we're getting home and at what time we have to make connections and the logistics of the travel.
this trip was very far out of my comfort zone.
so my mom says we're going to gibsons.
i'm like cool. you've been there before?
she says yes. lots of times on boat cruises.
okay.
here's the part i didn't know.
my mom had indeed been to gibsons several times, but has never taken the ferry there.
they always would take a private boat and dock it right in gibson's at molly's reach.
well... the ferry doesn't go to gibsons.
the ferry goes to langdale. several kilometers away from gibsons.
so we're on the ferry, the three of us...
and we've walked on the ferry instead of driving the car on. to save money.
well, we realize we're stranded in langdale, which is really just the ferry terminal. there's nothing else there.
we laughed a lot. because we were pretty fucked.
and it was pretty stupid to have just got on a ferry with no fucking clue about what was on the other side.
so we end up sweet talking the travel ambassador on the ferry into driving us into gibsons.
sweet sweet charmaine.
she laughed at us a lot.
well, mostly giggling.
she seriously was the cutest lady. and used the phrase "oh my gosh"
which totally killed us.
she's a retired lady that volunteers on the ferry to give people information on the sunshine coast.
totally adorable lady.
so after charmaine saved our asses and dropped us off in gibsons, we had lunch at molly's reach.
which totally kicked ass.
i had a delicious chicken sandwich with maple smoked bacon, jack cheese, chipotle mayo and guacamole on it. yummers.
oh, and clam chowder on the side. because we were in seafood country after all.
and a raven ale.
we ate on the patio.
yey for patio!
anyways, gibsons was totally cute, we poked around in a million little shops with crafts and homemade goods and thrift stores and all that good stuff...
and then we caught a cab back to the ferry terminal.
there's our boat coming in...
and no, that's not the dock that we have to board the ferry on.
i just have a penchant for rusty items.
(insert joke here?)
anyways, despite the day starting off as a comedy of errors, it ended up being a lot of fun and really quite beautiful.
and for those that have never spent time on a bc ferry... well, it ain't all roses, but on a beautiful summer day, you get to spend your time staring at this:
it's pretty fucking alright.
they don't call it the best place on earth for nothing.
so far, they've gone up to grouse mountain and done the zip treking thing, gone to the suspension bridge and done granville island, stanley park etc.
so yesterday my mom decided that they should go up the sunshine coast a bit and see sechelt.
i had to tag along, because as pathetic as it is, i have never been up the coast and also never been to any of the gulf islands either.
here's a map to explain.
basically it's all part of the mainland, but because of the land (mountains, inlets ect) you have to take a ferry to reach this area from vancouver
now, i'd like to point at this moment that i have an extensive knowledge of vancouver and the surrounding areas. but the sunshine coast... i got nothing.
i had never even seen this map before yesterday.
i. had. no. clue.
not only is this unusual for me, but it makes me very uneasy.
my existence in life revolves around having a plan.
i need a plan to survive.
mostly an exit plan.
i need to know where we're going, how we're getting there, the logistics of it all, and the same details for the return trip.
i can go somewhere and not know what i'm going to do while THERE... shopping, eating wherever, wandering aimlessly is all fine with me... as long as i know how we're getting home and at what time we have to make connections and the logistics of the travel.
this trip was very far out of my comfort zone.
so my mom says we're going to gibsons.
i'm like cool. you've been there before?
she says yes. lots of times on boat cruises.
okay.
here's the part i didn't know.
my mom had indeed been to gibsons several times, but has never taken the ferry there.
they always would take a private boat and dock it right in gibson's at molly's reach.
well... the ferry doesn't go to gibsons.
the ferry goes to langdale. several kilometers away from gibsons.
so we're on the ferry, the three of us...
and we've walked on the ferry instead of driving the car on. to save money.
well, we realize we're stranded in langdale, which is really just the ferry terminal. there's nothing else there.
we laughed a lot. because we were pretty fucked.
and it was pretty stupid to have just got on a ferry with no fucking clue about what was on the other side.
so we end up sweet talking the travel ambassador on the ferry into driving us into gibsons.
sweet sweet charmaine.
she laughed at us a lot.
well, mostly giggling.
she seriously was the cutest lady. and used the phrase "oh my gosh"
which totally killed us.
she's a retired lady that volunteers on the ferry to give people information on the sunshine coast.
totally adorable lady.
so after charmaine saved our asses and dropped us off in gibsons, we had lunch at molly's reach.
which totally kicked ass.
i had a delicious chicken sandwich with maple smoked bacon, jack cheese, chipotle mayo and guacamole on it. yummers.
oh, and clam chowder on the side. because we were in seafood country after all.
and a raven ale.
we ate on the patio.
yey for patio!
anyways, gibsons was totally cute, we poked around in a million little shops with crafts and homemade goods and thrift stores and all that good stuff...
and then we caught a cab back to the ferry terminal.
there's our boat coming in...
and no, that's not the dock that we have to board the ferry on.
i just have a penchant for rusty items.
(insert joke here?)
anyways, despite the day starting off as a comedy of errors, it ended up being a lot of fun and really quite beautiful.
and for those that have never spent time on a bc ferry... well, it ain't all roses, but on a beautiful summer day, you get to spend your time staring at this:
it's pretty fucking alright.
they don't call it the best place on earth for nothing.
dips and sauces
my friend cory and i once had an epic conversation about how everything is better with dips and sauces.
it's like... oh ya, those are good fries. but add some curry mayo and now they're GREAT fries.
dips and sauces can elevate the normal into the exceptional.
so, today my project was to hammer out the details of the wedding reception food.
catering my own wedding reception is a lofty task. but frankly i am waaaaay too picky about my food vision to delegate things to friends, waaaaay too broke to pay a caterer and also a total control freak.
so i have delegated a couple things i don't care about to some people, and besides that, i'm having a few ladies help me out with the cooking and assembling on the day before the reception.
my challenges are:
it must be food that can sit at room temp for a decent amount of time, since chafing dishes are pricey to rent and i don't have buffet hot/cold plates.
also, the food must be totally prepped before, so it just needs to be arranged on platters on the day of.
i also want it to look like a slick cocktail party. so crudités instead of veggies and dip. ya know?
being that the husband and i are total foodies, it would be nice if this represented our lifestyle and eating habits.
anyways. back to the dips and sauces.
so today i came across the idea of a "dip buffet"
a whole spread of veggies, chips, bread etc and then like 10 different dips.
i kinda love it.
so. right now we have the following dips on deck.
i also considered doing a guacamole, since i make a killer one... but avocados are pricey... and it turns brown so fast, it will look like crap shortly after serving.
and i have like 20 recipes for other hot dips, but it's so hard to keep them warm. so i'm undecided.
i do have a mini crock pot that would be perfect to keep things warm... but ugh. cock pot?
is this a barn dance?
so maybe if i can find a way to disguise it with fabric or something... hmmm...
if i can make it look purdy, then i'll do a hot artichoke dip in the crock pot.
so, beyond dips and sauces, i am going to make some pine nut flatbread for dipping...
and also some kabobs (because shit on sticks rules for cocktail parties) i'm thinking of jerk tofu kabobs (lots of vegetarians coming) and chicken satays with peanut sauce.
i really want to do a deconstructed potato salad... like roasted baby potatoes on skewers with a mayo dip. i think i must have invented this because i searched for a recipe idea, but i can't find anything when i google. oh well. i know what i'm doing. i just like to read recipes for ideas.
and lastly i'm doing individual chocolate mousses in shot glasses (since i have 150 shot glasses with the reception date printed on them, lol)
beyond all this, i have some family making some other appies like mini quiches from scratch, a spanish chorizo tapas, chicken wings etc...
my problem now is trying to figure out how much i need.
so it looks like we'll have about 70 people.
but how many people does a dip serve? i don't know.
oh well... i'll guess and if there's leftovers... well... dip party at my house.
it's like... oh ya, those are good fries. but add some curry mayo and now they're GREAT fries.
dips and sauces can elevate the normal into the exceptional.
so, today my project was to hammer out the details of the wedding reception food.
catering my own wedding reception is a lofty task. but frankly i am waaaaay too picky about my food vision to delegate things to friends, waaaaay too broke to pay a caterer and also a total control freak.
so i have delegated a couple things i don't care about to some people, and besides that, i'm having a few ladies help me out with the cooking and assembling on the day before the reception.
my challenges are:
it must be food that can sit at room temp for a decent amount of time, since chafing dishes are pricey to rent and i don't have buffet hot/cold plates.
also, the food must be totally prepped before, so it just needs to be arranged on platters on the day of.
i also want it to look like a slick cocktail party. so crudités instead of veggies and dip. ya know?
being that the husband and i are total foodies, it would be nice if this represented our lifestyle and eating habits.
anyways. back to the dips and sauces.
so today i came across the idea of a "dip buffet"
a whole spread of veggies, chips, bread etc and then like 10 different dips.
i kinda love it.
so. right now we have the following dips on deck.
- chipotle hummus (i'm making it)
- spinach dip (the mother in law is making)
- lemon pesto goat cheese dip (i'm making)
- greek dip (i'm making)
- hot pizza dip (i'm making and it gets microwaved to heat... so it should be pretty easy)
- salsa (going with que pasa on this one, i think)
i also considered doing a guacamole, since i make a killer one... but avocados are pricey... and it turns brown so fast, it will look like crap shortly after serving.
and i have like 20 recipes for other hot dips, but it's so hard to keep them warm. so i'm undecided.
i do have a mini crock pot that would be perfect to keep things warm... but ugh. cock pot?
is this a barn dance?
so maybe if i can find a way to disguise it with fabric or something... hmmm...
if i can make it look purdy, then i'll do a hot artichoke dip in the crock pot.
so, beyond dips and sauces, i am going to make some pine nut flatbread for dipping...
and also some kabobs (because shit on sticks rules for cocktail parties) i'm thinking of jerk tofu kabobs (lots of vegetarians coming) and chicken satays with peanut sauce.
i really want to do a deconstructed potato salad... like roasted baby potatoes on skewers with a mayo dip. i think i must have invented this because i searched for a recipe idea, but i can't find anything when i google. oh well. i know what i'm doing. i just like to read recipes for ideas.
and lastly i'm doing individual chocolate mousses in shot glasses (since i have 150 shot glasses with the reception date printed on them, lol)
beyond all this, i have some family making some other appies like mini quiches from scratch, a spanish chorizo tapas, chicken wings etc...
my problem now is trying to figure out how much i need.
so it looks like we'll have about 70 people.
but how many people does a dip serve? i don't know.
oh well... i'll guess and if there's leftovers... well... dip party at my house.
vegas dreaming
this will come as no surprise to anyone... but las vegas is my happy place.
when i'm feeling down and depressed i think of all the things i've done in vegas... and all the things i want to do.
see, it's a city of unlimited possibilities.
it's a fantasy world where you're free to do as you please and with a few well placed tips, you're treated like a millionaire.
and i dig it.
on the weekend i was talking about how the best feeling in the world is when you arrive somewhere on vacation.
that first deep breath you take as you exit the airport and breathe in air that feels different from where you came from.
the anticipation of everything you have planned, and the things you'll do that you can't even fathom yet.
the feeling of that breath when you realize "i'm here." just can't be imitated or duplicated.
it really is the best thing i can think of.
i can remember that feeling distinctly from many places on the planet. stepping out of the airport in england, scotland, florida, the bahamas, jamaica, hawaii and many other places... of course including las vegas... and taking that first breath.
it felt different at every location... but the emotion remained the same. intense anticipation.
and that is why i love traveling.
so, las vegas being my destination obsession, gives me the most intense feeling of anticipation.
so much so, that upon coming home from las vegas, i already know when i'll be back.
so... when will i be back?
december 21st 2009.
532 days from today.
it's a long time...
but it's realistically my next visit to sin city.
i might be able to squeeze in a whirlwind weekend trip with my mom sometime in before then... but really, i have to assume this will be my next trip there.
there are the things i know:
we will stay for 6 nights. until december 27th
we will celebrate xmas and my 30th birthday
we will stay 3 nights downtown at the golden nugget
we will stay 3 nights on the strip in a very nice hotel like the wynn or maybe even the skylofts
we will take the helicopter tour to the grand canyon
we will eat a fancy buffet for xmas dinner
we will enjoy all these things with at least a couple of our friends in tow.
we will make our own xmas the way we want to. and it will be awesome.
and now i have 532 days to dream...
and plan...
but mostly dream.
because dreams are free.
when i'm feeling down and depressed i think of all the things i've done in vegas... and all the things i want to do.
see, it's a city of unlimited possibilities.
it's a fantasy world where you're free to do as you please and with a few well placed tips, you're treated like a millionaire.
and i dig it.
on the weekend i was talking about how the best feeling in the world is when you arrive somewhere on vacation.
that first deep breath you take as you exit the airport and breathe in air that feels different from where you came from.
the anticipation of everything you have planned, and the things you'll do that you can't even fathom yet.
the feeling of that breath when you realize "i'm here." just can't be imitated or duplicated.
it really is the best thing i can think of.
i can remember that feeling distinctly from many places on the planet. stepping out of the airport in england, scotland, florida, the bahamas, jamaica, hawaii and many other places... of course including las vegas... and taking that first breath.
it felt different at every location... but the emotion remained the same. intense anticipation.
and that is why i love traveling.
so, las vegas being my destination obsession, gives me the most intense feeling of anticipation.
so much so, that upon coming home from las vegas, i already know when i'll be back.
so... when will i be back?
december 21st 2009.
532 days from today.
it's a long time...
but it's realistically my next visit to sin city.
i might be able to squeeze in a whirlwind weekend trip with my mom sometime in before then... but really, i have to assume this will be my next trip there.
there are the things i know:
we will stay for 6 nights. until december 27th
we will celebrate xmas and my 30th birthday
we will stay 3 nights downtown at the golden nugget
we will stay 3 nights on the strip in a very nice hotel like the wynn or maybe even the skylofts
we will take the helicopter tour to the grand canyon
we will eat a fancy buffet for xmas dinner
we will enjoy all these things with at least a couple of our friends in tow.
we will make our own xmas the way we want to. and it will be awesome.
and now i have 532 days to dream...
and plan...
but mostly dream.
because dreams are free.
baby steps.
well, i've figured out why i am so freaking broke.
you know... besides the "not working" thing.
as it turns out, EI is only giving me half payments for 5 weeks, until i pay back the overpayment they made last year when i collected EI.
that is balls.
so for 5 weeks, i receive $215 a week.
have you ever tried living off $215 a week?
it does not go far.
or really... anywhere at all.
the good news is that the $860 i get a month will ALMOST pay my half of the mortgage.
yep. sweet.
soooo... cell phone, hydro, internet, student loan, line of credit and visa... well, i guess you're not getting paid this month.
also, i am no longer allowed to invite anyone over for dinner.
because i can't afford to feed other people.
so, basically i can't leave my house for the next couple months...
today i actually used this sentence "i can't come downtown and meet you this week, but i might be able to return some empties and roll some change and find enough for bus fare to see you next week."
yep. my life is officially that awesome.
anyways. i'm not going all "poor me"
(although really. i'm poor)
i'm just saying, the already tight purse strings are getting even tighter.
i figure i need to spend another $1,000 or so on the wedding reception... but that's really just food and drink. so i can't cut anything from that. but then i'm done.
decor will suck, and i'm just going to have to find a way to be happy with the fact that my wedding will not make me happy.
as someone that wants to plan weddings for a living, well, my wedding was supposed to be the gold standard... you know, set the bar for what i can accomplish.
but instead it will suck because i am too broke to do what i want to do.
and that makes me really sad.
and i blame my sister in law for ruining my wedding in the first place.
(i get to hold that grudge for at least a couple years, i figure)
because if it wasn't for her, i wouldn't have blown all my money on the vegas wedding, and i could have actually had my proper wedding like i had planned.
you know... with all our friends and family there, instead of only a handful.
okay. i am stopping.
i am beyond poverty. but i will figure it out.
and i will let go of the fact that my wedding was ruined by my husband's sister's selfish actions. (eventually)
on the upside, it looks like i have my first wedding to plan for my business.
the downside is that it's really soon... in november.
but it can be done.
hopefully i'll meet with them this week to discuss budget and such.
i need to get my web site up.
anyone know someone that can build one?
i also need a logo made for my company. graphic artists?
help.
oh oh... almost forgot to mention.
i am putting myself on a 12 step program to stem my dislike of children.
because i figure eventually i probably have to have one or two for my husband.
so... i'd better work on my disdain.
i still don't really want one... nor do i want to be pregnant. but that damn clock is ticking.
we were reading this whole thing on the weekend about age and birth defects and shit... and basically since i'm over 26, i'm already at a higher risk to have problems.
and 33 is the age where that shit starts getting really bad.
so... i have to do this kid thing before 33.
that's 4 and a 1/2 years away.
soooo... i have about 3 years to get over not wanting children.
or i decide that i'm never having them.
either way... i only have a couple more years to decide.
so... tick tick tick.
right now, my policies on kids are basically this:
- i don't pick up, touch or go near newborns. they're too helpless and i might break it.
- kids from 1 - 3 are okay. they're not good in public, since they can't really be controlled yet, but they do some cute shit at home. plus you can coax them into doing or saying things for your amusement. i can deal for about 2-3 hours. (once every couple months)
- from 3 to about... oh... let's say 8, i really dislike them. like strongly dislike. lol. really. this might be the area that needs to most work.
- and from 8 to about 15, well, i just have no interest.
my first mini-project will be to not immediately leave places where there are children.
to be totally honest, if i walk into a store, a restaurant, a park, or really, anywhere close to more than 3 small children, i turn around and leave.
i won't wait in a starbucks if i see several strollers inside. sometimes even one stroller will make me keep walking past a place i had planned on going into.
the sound of children screeching makes me want to pull my skin off.
so, this week i resolve to not avoid kids in public places.
and i will try my best with this.
baby steps.
literally.
you know... besides the "not working" thing.
as it turns out, EI is only giving me half payments for 5 weeks, until i pay back the overpayment they made last year when i collected EI.
that is balls.
so for 5 weeks, i receive $215 a week.
have you ever tried living off $215 a week?
it does not go far.
or really... anywhere at all.
the good news is that the $860 i get a month will ALMOST pay my half of the mortgage.
yep. sweet.
soooo... cell phone, hydro, internet, student loan, line of credit and visa... well, i guess you're not getting paid this month.
also, i am no longer allowed to invite anyone over for dinner.
because i can't afford to feed other people.
so, basically i can't leave my house for the next couple months...
today i actually used this sentence "i can't come downtown and meet you this week, but i might be able to return some empties and roll some change and find enough for bus fare to see you next week."
yep. my life is officially that awesome.
anyways. i'm not going all "poor me"
(although really. i'm poor)
i'm just saying, the already tight purse strings are getting even tighter.
i figure i need to spend another $1,000 or so on the wedding reception... but that's really just food and drink. so i can't cut anything from that. but then i'm done.
decor will suck, and i'm just going to have to find a way to be happy with the fact that my wedding will not make me happy.
as someone that wants to plan weddings for a living, well, my wedding was supposed to be the gold standard... you know, set the bar for what i can accomplish.
but instead it will suck because i am too broke to do what i want to do.
and that makes me really sad.
and i blame my sister in law for ruining my wedding in the first place.
(i get to hold that grudge for at least a couple years, i figure)
because if it wasn't for her, i wouldn't have blown all my money on the vegas wedding, and i could have actually had my proper wedding like i had planned.
you know... with all our friends and family there, instead of only a handful.
okay. i am stopping.
i am beyond poverty. but i will figure it out.
and i will let go of the fact that my wedding was ruined by my husband's sister's selfish actions. (eventually)
on the upside, it looks like i have my first wedding to plan for my business.
the downside is that it's really soon... in november.
but it can be done.
hopefully i'll meet with them this week to discuss budget and such.
i need to get my web site up.
anyone know someone that can build one?
i also need a logo made for my company. graphic artists?
help.
oh oh... almost forgot to mention.
i am putting myself on a 12 step program to stem my dislike of children.
because i figure eventually i probably have to have one or two for my husband.
so... i'd better work on my disdain.
i still don't really want one... nor do i want to be pregnant. but that damn clock is ticking.
we were reading this whole thing on the weekend about age and birth defects and shit... and basically since i'm over 26, i'm already at a higher risk to have problems.
and 33 is the age where that shit starts getting really bad.
so... i have to do this kid thing before 33.
that's 4 and a 1/2 years away.
soooo... i have about 3 years to get over not wanting children.
or i decide that i'm never having them.
either way... i only have a couple more years to decide.
so... tick tick tick.
right now, my policies on kids are basically this:
- i don't pick up, touch or go near newborns. they're too helpless and i might break it.
- kids from 1 - 3 are okay. they're not good in public, since they can't really be controlled yet, but they do some cute shit at home. plus you can coax them into doing or saying things for your amusement. i can deal for about 2-3 hours. (once every couple months)
- from 3 to about... oh... let's say 8, i really dislike them. like strongly dislike. lol. really. this might be the area that needs to most work.
- and from 8 to about 15, well, i just have no interest.
my first mini-project will be to not immediately leave places where there are children.
to be totally honest, if i walk into a store, a restaurant, a park, or really, anywhere close to more than 3 small children, i turn around and leave.
i won't wait in a starbucks if i see several strollers inside. sometimes even one stroller will make me keep walking past a place i had planned on going into.
the sound of children screeching makes me want to pull my skin off.
so, this week i resolve to not avoid kids in public places.
and i will try my best with this.
baby steps.
literally.
smile
okay, i think i've pinned down what annoys me about that katy perry chick.
i mean... besides the obvious fact that as a queer identified woman, i find the "girls gone wild" mentality of fashionable lesbianism to be insanely infantile, offensive and just downright assinine...
but the meat of it is that, she's no lily allen.
it took me a couple weeks to hammer it out... but really.
if i want to hear some cute pop tunes... well katy perry, you just ain't cutting it.
you got some catchy songs... but you're no lily allen.
the beauty of lily allen's album is the delivery.
the tunes are hilarious... her lyrics are intelligent, yet totally attainable.
it's like having a conversation with a friend over some bevies.
kinda like the arctic monkey's writing style.
there's little difference lyrically between AM's "still take you home" and lily's "knock em out"
in fact... it's almost like the same song but from the opposite sex's point of view.
bloody brilliant.
katy perry is too contrived.
she's just trying soooo hard.
both her parents are pastors, she's raised in the church, her first album is a christian music record and then she writes a hit song cashing in on homosexuality?
you know what? fuck you.
it's a slap in the face to everyone that isn't gay just because it might get you attention. and i think it's disgusting.
i could rant for ages about everything that's wrong with her doing that song and even more wrong about it becoming a hit... but for once i'll let it go.
it's offensive and terrible. enough said.
the most unfortunate part is that it's a well crafted pop song. it's just too bad about the lyrics.
anyways.
lily i like.
she's a party girl.
this picture was like 3 weeks ago after an event.
so fucking awesome.
she smokes weed publicly without shame
and frankly she seems to be having a good time with her life.
i've met oodles of celebs, and i really think that lily is the kinda girl that i'd be friends with.
i just identify with her.
she never seems like she's trying hard... she's just being herself.
and i dig it.
plus, have you ever listened to her song "not big"?
such a fucking brilliant burn on an ex-boyfriend.
holy shit, it's so well played.
i wish i wrote it.
okay, so this is in honor of friends of mine that put on the lily allen cd a couple weeks back...
and it was like WOAH. i forgot all about this cd.
so now it's back in rotation.
in fact, i'm listening to it right now.
and for added awesome points, lily does a rad cover of one of my favourite kaiser chiefs songs.
anyways, i fucking love lily allen...
which means i don't care for the imitators.
and katy perry... you're an imitator. see ya on the back side of fame.
hope you're saving your money.
i mean... besides the obvious fact that as a queer identified woman, i find the "girls gone wild" mentality of fashionable lesbianism to be insanely infantile, offensive and just downright assinine...
but the meat of it is that, she's no lily allen.
it took me a couple weeks to hammer it out... but really.
if i want to hear some cute pop tunes... well katy perry, you just ain't cutting it.
you got some catchy songs... but you're no lily allen.
the beauty of lily allen's album is the delivery.
the tunes are hilarious... her lyrics are intelligent, yet totally attainable.
it's like having a conversation with a friend over some bevies.
kinda like the arctic monkey's writing style.
there's little difference lyrically between AM's "still take you home" and lily's "knock em out"
in fact... it's almost like the same song but from the opposite sex's point of view.
bloody brilliant.
katy perry is too contrived.
she's just trying soooo hard.
both her parents are pastors, she's raised in the church, her first album is a christian music record and then she writes a hit song cashing in on homosexuality?
you know what? fuck you.
it's a slap in the face to everyone that isn't gay just because it might get you attention. and i think it's disgusting.
i could rant for ages about everything that's wrong with her doing that song and even more wrong about it becoming a hit... but for once i'll let it go.
it's offensive and terrible. enough said.
the most unfortunate part is that it's a well crafted pop song. it's just too bad about the lyrics.
anyways.
lily i like.
she's a party girl.
this picture was like 3 weeks ago after an event.
so fucking awesome.
she smokes weed publicly without shame
and frankly she seems to be having a good time with her life.
i've met oodles of celebs, and i really think that lily is the kinda girl that i'd be friends with.
i just identify with her.
she never seems like she's trying hard... she's just being herself.
and i dig it.
plus, have you ever listened to her song "not big"?
such a fucking brilliant burn on an ex-boyfriend.
holy shit, it's so well played.
i wish i wrote it.
okay, so this is in honor of friends of mine that put on the lily allen cd a couple weeks back...
and it was like WOAH. i forgot all about this cd.
so now it's back in rotation.
in fact, i'm listening to it right now.
and for added awesome points, lily does a rad cover of one of my favourite kaiser chiefs songs.
anyways, i fucking love lily allen...
which means i don't care for the imitators.
and katy perry... you're an imitator. see ya on the back side of fame.
hope you're saving your money.