Off with his hair!
My brother is going to be bald in 15 minutes. Awwwww.
He didn't raise as much as he did last year, but then again we didn't promote it as much as we did last year. He's still a hero in my books.
I have the sweetest people all around me.
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krispy kreme goodness
Yeah, so today was Krispy Kreme Day.
That is to say, today marked the grand opening of Calgary's very first Krispy Kreme establishment.
Hooooooly, what a zoo. Not that I wasn't guilty of adding to the madness. I wasn't that insane, though. I mean, we didn't go over there at 6 a.m. when they opened. I think I would have died.
We got there at the decent hour of 10 a.m. Yes, we made it a group excursion...me, Weird Kid, and 3 of Weird Kid's pals. People were all crazed...you would think we were in line for some Disneyland ride. It took an hour of us winding through the twisting queue before we got into the door. But not before we got our free warm sample of Krispy Kreme goodness. Mmmmmm. Oooh, and a paper hat! A hat which I promptly slapped on my head with great enthusiasm.
Of course we drove down there (Hello, NE!) But thankfully we weren't dumb enough to try to go through drive-thru. Besides, how are you supposed to get a
Back to the grind
Ha, not really...I wish I were back in some grind but right now everything is pretty much non-existent. Job is non-existent. Potential guys are non-existent. Don't get me wrong, I was loving this premature summer vacation...but I'd love to be working again.
I'm gonna beat this.
Anyway, yes, weekend birthday extravaganza in review. Can't say much right now so I'll just talk about the actual day, Friday. Baby sis gave me a little sheep statuette. I have no idea where she found such a perfect item but the sheep was wearing a party hat and underneath was the caption "Oh sheep! ANOTHER birthday!" I really have to show it to you all sometime. Weird Kid and Spydermonkey tag-teamed me with not one but TWO pairs of Pumas! Unfortunately, I couldn't wear either pair right away since they were too big, but more on the Pumas with the Saturday tales. Pumas! Pumas! TIMES TWO!
Feeling no need to rush over to Mortal Coil Daisy and I
Where is the love?
Not my favorite song, but whatever.
I got home too late. Logged onto Ticketmaster and tried to snag myself some Black Eyed Peas tickets.
SOLD OUT *sobs*
I hope my brother has some better news when I have a chance to talk to him.
Took a little jaunt to Market Mall today. Thankfully they had one last pair of my favorite fishnets (the ones with the chainlink pattern super imposed over the basic net) 'cuz my first pair got snagged at work the other night. I had never been so sad over a pair of fishnets. I'm so happy I have a replacement now.
And for some reason the Market Mall location of my store has the Initial It bags by Nine West. Remember? The one I was lusting over with the pink L in the bottom corner? Unfortunately they only had one red and one blue L left, no pink. That's alright 'cuz those are both prominent in my wardrobe. These ones were the bigger totes...80.00. I was thisclose to just coughing up the money for the purse, but
Countdown
Wow, 2 more days and I'll be 25...and thus the birthday extravaganza will bust out in full effect!
I spent this morning scanning our entire 8th grade yearbook for a friend of mine who has since moved to the States (and is getting married!) Talk about memory lane...I can't believe this book encapsulated who I was almost 10 years ago. *shudders*
I was in a "smiling is not sexy" phase. And as a result I look jaded in all my pictures. I wish someone would have clued me in. I smiled for my yearbook pic, but all other pics? No smile. You gets no love.
Wow, junior high.
Don't laugh!
Joe wants to pick on me 'cuz I love D12's song "My Band."
I miss Eminem. I looooove him. This song makes me laugh all over again. The video cracked me up. Is that so wrong? It upsets me that Eminem isn't working on any new CDs so D12 is all I have to look forward to.
Come on, like you don't smile when he dons that dumb matador outfit and sings "My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants...my salsa...my salsa salsa sal sal sa salsa salsa."
Love it. LOVE IT!
And I'm also loving my computer wallpaper. Everytime I turn on my computer my darling Vin glowers at me with those smoldering eyes and yummy bulging arms. Vin, I love you! You are mine!
Luck is no lady
It would appear to me that Destiny and I are playing phone tag with one another. I always seem to be one step behind Opportunity no matter what I do.
For instance, last night the girls and I were racking our brains for something to do. All of a sudden I had the urge to go play some slots. We're not big on casinos, maybe going once a year just because . But truth be told, I feel my friends and I are getting a bit stuck on a routine. I love spending time with my friends, but lately it seems like it's always the same activity, different locale. (ie. Drinking in establishments where the music is at just the right volume where friendly conversation becomes a chore.) So when Daisy griped that there was nothing to do in this city late at night I wanted to disagree. There are several options out there late at night, it's just that we're becoming narrow-minded as to what we do with our evenings.
Which reminds me: I can't wait till Latina comes b
I don't know what to believe
I'm hoping one of you fitness buffs can help me figure this one out.
I like pushing myself when I do my cardio. It's satisfying 'cuz I think I'm working my body hard and blah blah blah.
And then I read in my Cosmo that most women work out too hard and when you do that you end up using up blood sugar instead of calories/fat/whatever, I forget. So apparently I'm supposed to work at my target heart rate and nothing more. 180 minus my age so we're looking at 156 soon to be 155 *sigh*
I tried that yesterday, and while I had to slow myself down to keep my heart rate level I did find it more difficult to maintain than if I just went all hardcore on the machine. But also as a result the machine told me that I had burned 10 calories less during those 20 minutes than I'm used to.
So are they right or what? Can someone tell me this for sure?
I'm gonna get some tiramisu soon. I can feel it. *dances around giddy* As if a
"If I go there will be trouble an' if I stay it will be double."
I love that line. Luckily, Daisy doesn't tire of hearing that song either when we're driving around.
Should I Stay or Should I Go? by The Clash
Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
It's always tease tease tease
(Siempre coqetiando y enganyando)
You're happy when I'm on my knees
(Me arrodilla y estas feliz)
One day is fine, next is black
(Un dias bien el otro negro)
So if you want me off your back
(Al rededar en tu espalda)
Well come on and let me know
(Me tienes que desir)
Should I Stay or should I go?
(Me debo ir o que darme)
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's
Withdrawal
It has been the greater part of a year, I'm sure, since I've had a top-notch piece of tiramisu. The last time I had an awesome slice was at Sunterra Market, which can only mean I was still working at the travel agency...which means last June was the latest I had some quality goodness.
Why? How can this be? This calls for some serious action. I may have to make a special trip to Sunterra just to get a slice of heaven. But when?
Civic and I once had a discussion about what I'm looking for in a guy. I jokingly (though it's a serious matter now that I look back on it) said that I would marry the man who could whip me up some kickass tiramisu. My husband just has to keep dishing that stuffs out and I'd be faithful forever.
Mr guy is part-Italian and loves to cook. BUT he didn't say he loves to bake. Please tell me Italian men know how to make tiramisu. If they don't know how then I don't know of any other men who would be more likely
Doth mine eyes deceive me?
So Saturday night with Daisy and Civic during our stroll from Melrose to Badass Jack's my eyes instinctively turned to the sell-off board of STA Travel.
Hold up a second...98 dollars round trip to Cuba? Nu uh!
So I pointed out the crazy figure to my companions. Daisy ran up to the window for closer inspection. Surely a digit must have fallen to the floor by accident!
It didn't look like it was amiss. Our minds started reeling over the possibilities. Who needs a hotel? We'll camp out on the beach! I'm off until Wednesday, who's with me? Ok, Daisy's free after Monday afternoon!
Unfortunately, the travel agency was closed until today. I suspect the fare was being offered by a charter. And if that's the case that sale price would be for the flight departing Saturday (the night we saw it) for one week. Also, STA Travel caters mostly to students and I've never heard of a student fare to Cuba for that cheap...and stud
Think pink
So...I've gotten my act together and I can officially say that another Purse Week has begun here at Bellini-induced Brain Freeze.
I don't think this picture does my latest purse justice. It's baby pink with white contrast edging. My cell phone, with a bit of a squeeze, fits into either one of the cargo pockets nicely. And each pocket has a nice slide-lock buckle closure. The strap's connected to the purse by metal rings and the price was agreeable (it's a Frankie and Johnnie so need I say more?)
Yeah, so I'm sure you're all bored now. :) I'm just loving the pink more than ever this season. Part of it is probably 'cuz I'm missing hanging out with my best friend. What with school and my goddaughter and work we just don't have a lot of time to spend together in person anymore. Posie is the queen of pink, I kid you not. And besides, pink is just so spring, so girly, so cute.
I was surprised, but super impressed, that Bi
Kobe beef
I'm a bit late on this, but a few days ago in the paper I saw an article (in the Calgary Sun, I believe, which is pretty tabloid-like on its own) about how some popular tabloid had acquired pictures of Kobe Bryant's accuser that Kobe's lawyers believe could help him out. They're betting these photos would damage her character and reputation. Yeah, alright, her and a bunch of girls having a drunken good time. Ok, her and some guy grinding it out on a dance floor.
And then I actually read the article...and it says those pictures were taken at Outlaws during a trip the accuser made to Calgary 3 (or was it 5?) weeks after the alleged assault took place.
That made me burst into hysteric laughter. If only the jury at the trial knew...Kobe would be a free man with barely any questions asked. This girl was at Outlaws?! Then there is no way she's the poor innocent victim she's claiming to be.
Outlaws...ugh. Nothing good or classy ever comes from th
All clear
Another successful checkup at the cancer centre. I can't believe it's been 2 years already. Neither can they. I have now graduated to yearly checkups instead of every six months. Hooray! Except for the cancer dentist guy. I still have to see him six months from now.
We ran into my brother's friend in the waiting room. Small world. He's the friend who has a recurrence in his cancer. To make the world even smaller, it turns out that he had my doctor as his surgeon way back when and...get this...he also turned out to be the guy from Halifax that my doc referred me to if I wanted to talk to anyone who had gone through the same situation as I had. (I never did call him 'cuz thanks to my family and friends, and getting to ask Kelly questions about her experiences, I got all the answers and support I wanted.) Unfortunately running into him was also a bit discouraging. I mean, if he has the same cancer as me and it first occurred in a salivary glan
The day that wouldn't end
I had a wonderful workout today.
It was also cheap movie Tuesday so I invited my mom to come see The Passion of The Christ. As you all know, I'm a big wuss...and this movie ranks high on my fear-o-meter. But it seemed as if all the "good Christians" have already gone and seen it, not to mention my mom was making me feel very guilty for not seeing it (not like it's Sunday mass or actually spending some time reading the Bible) so I went.
Well done. There were a few scenes where I had to look away or even cover my eyes. I felt so uncomfortable, but that's what made the movie so good.
And the devil! Oh man, she freaked me out, as she should. Her and that creepy baby...and those crazy kids! *goosebumps* But I digress.
So anyway, we went to an afternoon showing. It was timed as such that my brother could conveniently pick us up on his way home from the university. But then his lab was a long one today...so we had to entertai
Stop
My body wanted to vote me off the island for abusing it this weekend. We're on good terms again now, though.
Sorry, haven't had the time to get together the purses for this week so we'll be starting that a day or so late.
Friday was a great night. I got to chill with the girls again and aqua_angel was with us! Our mission? To find out the meaning of the "red orb."
The other week when we were driving down Uptown - Daisy, Bizkette, and I - we saw this glowing red orb inside the glass entrance of some establishment on the street. With our curiosity piqued we decided to walk down this week to see what it was all about. There was no name on the outside so we didn't even know what to call the place.
Turns out it's a lounge. And the fact that it has no name is intentional, apparently. Pretty standard prices for drinks. My chambord royale cost 9 dollars. The DJ was alright. I think it'll be a lot better once they start expanding their ma
"These are a few of my favorite things."
Inspired by reading here and here.
100 things that make me happy. (no particular order)
Saturday Night Fever
Fudgsicles
Dancing
My family
My friends
Tiramisu!
My godchildren
Catching up with friends
Sangria
Bellinis
Mojitos
Purses!
A great workout
Dance Dance Revolution
Bubble tea
Ice cream
Philly cheesesteaks
Quesadillas
New shoes
Message t's
Vin Diesel in The Fast and the Furious
Roller coasters
Hello Kitty
Boyz II Men
Rumpshaker by Wrexx N Effect
Falafels
Fresh Prince of Bel Air reruns
Sake
Sushi
Tempura
Spending a day Uptown
Discovering new restaurants
Powerpuff Girls
Karaoke
Compliments
Being treated like a lady
Girls' Night Out
Hot boys with the muscles
Volkswagen Beetles
Volkswagen New Beetles
Volkswagen Golfs
Volkswagen Jettas
Volkswagen Things
Tim Horton's iced cappuccino
McDonald's Kids Mac Happy Meals
Missy Elliott
Dreaming of New York City
Dreaming of Pu
"Boy, you knock me out."
Dooooooom! Dooooooom!
I can't play it cool anymore. It's over for me.
Me and mr. guy went out for coffee last night...much to my mom's dismay. "Don't forget he stood you up before."
Yeah, I know. I tried to ease her worries. This wasn't some booty call. I told her him and I had been talking again for a while now and this was the first time we were getting together since the initial meeting.
I learned some new things about him that made me go "aiyah!" Heaven forbid I'm dating a commitment-holic. Commitment-holics are scary. How can you ever know that they think you could be "the one" when there have been a few "ones" before you? You could end up being the latest in their string of poor judgment calls...or you could possibly win the lottery with this one. Yes, play it by ear.
So I wanted to play it cool. I'm not going to go all ga-ga over him. No no no.
And then he
Sayonara Omarosa!
Hehe, I loved how she blubbered back into the boardroom whining about how "hard (she) worked the last 48 hours." I think the whole suite will be thrilled with her gone now.
Today was a faboo day. I had a great workout at the gym. I called to turn down a potential job (due to location) only to have them offer me a job interview with their downtown office! Whoo! I got to catch up with mr. guy. Double whoo! No, forget the double whoo. The whole day warrants a hoodyhoo.
HOODYHOOOOOOOOOO!
I think my stock is finally on the rise. Yessssssss.
I hope my Vibe 98.5 isn't trying to fill in the void left by Peak 107. Yesterday during breakfast they played No Doubt's "It's My Life." I mean, that's fine by me 'cuz I love No Doubt....but they don't belong on Vibe.
Then this morning during breakfast they played Evanescence. Crap! They should leave that on CJAY or whatever it is. I mean, CJAY is Vibe's sister statio
11-7
That's my shift today. It's the worst shift ever created in all of mankind. Your whole day is shot. You start too early to get anything done (gym? *sobs*) in the morning, and by the end of your shift you don't feel like doing much but going home. Grrrrrr. I think I hate it more than the opening Saturday shifts. Yes, Saturdays are painful but at least you have allllll that freetime for yourself at the end of your shift.
I've wanted out for so long from that place you have no idea. I'm getting pretty bitter about it. The only thing I'll miss is all the people I work with, 'cuz we all know that once you leave, though you all have the best intentions, you're not going to see each other much. I mean, me and Ms. T (from my days working at R) haven't hung out since before Halloween. And it's not like we haven't tried calling each other and inviting the other out.
And I don't want to leave Peru-Girl's vibrant latin world *
"Represent, represent Cuba!"
While others went to go see more pressing issues on film like The Passion of the Christ, Daisy and I opted for Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. Come on, you knew I couldn't go that long without seeing that movie.
I wish they hadn't put Dirty Dancing in the title. It's true that it has nothing to do with the first film, so why tie the two together by name I have no idea.
And Diego Luna's not very hot, but Romola Garai isn't that pretty either. The guy who plays Javier's (Luna) brother is yummy, though.
"Based on true events." I think it would have been amazing to have lived in another country at some point in my youth. aqua_angel spent a year in Indonesia. To just be immersed into a culture like that, while you're still young enough to be able to adapt quickly, that would be such an experience. Then again, some of the "Yankees" in the movie didn't make much effort to understand the cult