Busy girl
Bye bye cash flow. Patio season will soon be in full effect. Just last night, I had just meant to (be a brat and) get a ride home from work with Daisy. I bribed her with coffee. Somehow mr. guy got in on it and while trying to find a coffee shop that was still open (Badass?) it turned into drinks and nachos (Jack Astor's?) which turned a simple half hour with pals into a 3 hour nosh/gab fest complete with Latina and her man.
So why do I say bye bye cash flow?
June 30th: Mortal Coil with the gang for celebratory martinis in honor of Daisy finishing off the school year and being kept on for the remainder of the maternity leave next year
July 1st: Canada Day, which means Princes Island Park with the gang followed by fireworks at Canada Olympic Park. This could be a fairly inexpensive day, but knowing my style...
July 2nd: Calaway Park with the gang. Ch-ching.
July 3rd: Rollerskating. Hooray! Given that it's a Saturday it could very well be a mr. guy-le
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Get Well Soon
Best wishes to Bizkette who's going for surgery tomorrow. I'm hoping you have a speedy recovery and as soon as you feel like taking visitors I'll be right over. Well, as soon as I get the word. :)
Here's also hoping that this little guy in my family circle continues to feel better and comes home soon. A couple of weeks ago he suffered from e.coli poisoning (they think it came from a cheeseburger from their neighborhood McDonald's) and it's been complication after complication ever since. This guy's only 2 years old and since this incident he had a seizure at the hospital, went through dialysis, and all sorts of ordeals. I don't know all the details. Last I heard he was starting to bounce back and they may finally release him sometime this week. I sure hope so.
Now on to lighter and fluffier stuffs. I bought a new cowboy hat for this year's Stampede. Or at least it's as cowboy as I'd like it to be...it's one of t
Let it pass
A while back I wrote out a pro and con list about a job posting which I was considering: a travel counselling position for the Canadian armed forces stationed in Kabul, Afghanistan.
For a girl who has yet to move out of her family's home, that would be a huge ballsy move...and I definitely wasn't feeling it.
But yet it intrigued me. So I was torn. Could I really handle being away from all my loved ones for so long? (There really wasn't any specified duration in Kabul in the posting...what if I was there for years? What about Christmas? New Years?) Never mind that, the thought of all those guns and violent stuffs being all around me scared the crap out of me.
So the deadline for application was today (the 25th) and needless to say I didn't apply. Really, the whole time I was "contemplating" applying I knew very well that I wouldn't have the nerve to do so. And with all the news of people getting beheaded and such I just freaked out
Divine intervention is needed
'cuz I seriously don't think she'll have the balls to get herself out of this one. Not that girls have balls, but you know what I mean.
*distressed* "What am I going to DO, Le?"
"Well, he knows you guys are just going out as friends, right? You should have offered to call 'the others' about the dinner plans."
"Yeah...I didn't think of that."
Problem is: her and I both sense that he doesn't believe her when she plays the "friends" card. Mutual friends have been egging him to go after her for years. One would have hoped he would've given up by now. I guess we were wrong. And now my dear friend has to be the sacrificial lamb (which is odd 'cuz I thought that I was always the lamb) and play along with everyone's plans for her and this guy.
*sigh* I don't know how to get her out of this one. And to compound the problem: he's a nice, harmless guy so you don
For Bizkette
'cuz she is the Ambassadress of Absinthe.
A bit of a prep before we get into my story:
Due to matters beyond any of our control and definitely not to our liking my goddaughter Lana was fated to meet her "daddy" this past Saturday. All the immediate grown-ups in her life seem to be very excited about all of this so I, amongst others, kept my feelings of trepidation and frustration to myself. I thought I'd be able to accept it...until I saw my little goddaughter's face that day (her and both her parents came to see me during their shopping excursion) and the fact that she wasn't the same bubbly girl that I'm used to completely made me sick inside. I wish I could have plucked her out of her stroller and do whatever it took to make her smile again. Thinking about it drove me insane all day, willing me to distract myself by any means necessary.
Saturday night we were supposed to go to SoHo with Latina and her man (they want to learn latin
Get-away
Bizkette had been talking about having a belated birthday funtime in Banff. The past couple of dates she'd been suggesting I had to work, so hopefully I'll catch wind of the actual date so I can book it off when it happens.
I love Banff. It's amazing how everything changes just a short drive away from here. All of a sudden you're in the midst of the Rockies, everybody's uber laid back, and they even have a Louis Vuitton shop which I can never get myself to step into. We don't even have a Louis Vuitton shop here in Calgary, or even Edmonton. What's this little town have that us big cities don't?
I don't think I'm depressed, but things could definitely be better than they have been. I need to get out of town just to let loose for a while. I can't get very far, but for some reason Edmonton is sounding very good to me right about now.
I remember the weekend trip Civic and I had over there. Truth be told (no offense to Edmont
Can you feel it?
So mr. guy was whining and complaining about how Julio's Barrio is such a tease, blaring their latin music beyond normal restaurant levels (well, ok, maybe that's not considered blaring at that point, but still) and having no dance floor anywhere .
Sounds like my kind of guy, huh? :) That's why he's my friend. It's crazy how you need a different friend for different occasions/activities.
Anyway, so I told him the lack of dance floor shouldn't stop him. But he shook his head "no."
Now me, on the other hand, I will dance anywhere, anyplace. Even anytime, it would seem. Sure, I didn't dance right then and there at Julio's to show mr. guy up, but still...I could've.
We were at Tim Horton's late one night and a great song came on. I started bopping around. You see, Daisy's used to this. Mr. guy, on the other hand, teased me about it and asked if I needed to use the bathroom.
*shocked* Noone's ever moc
Pushing it
So the run for the Stanley Cup is over, we can all rest now, right?
That's what I thought...but I can't seem to let up. On anything .
Julio's Barrio recently opened up in Kensington. I haven't been there in ages. First (and last) time I was there was at West Edmonton Mall when Civic and I went for that weekend getaway. All I had there was their sangria, 'cuz I'm a sangria whore like that, and theirs was the best sangria I had ever had in my life. Barely any wine taste to it, and loads upon loads of fruits just soaking in the glorious concoction.
So naturally I dragged Civic and Daisy to Calgary's newborn Julio's as well as mr. guy ('cuz he's from Edmonton and knows about the magicalness of the Barrio...though he tends to go on about its lack of authenticity and blah blah)
I had just finished working, Daisy and I were still recuperating from our Red Mile fever, Civic had to work the next morning (overtime), and mr. guy was pl
"Holy hotness!"
That was Daisy as we were watching the NHL awards on tv while chatting on the phone.
I don't remember who the player was, and I'm sure I could look him up really easily, but he wasn't a Calgary Flame and - yeah - I could definitely say he was her "type." Poor Kipper, he has some competition for her heart now.
Though she loves Kipper's shyness. That in itself makes them perfect for one another.
Too bad our hometown hockey hotties are absolutely spoken for. *sigh*
Bear with me, I don't know how long it'll be until hockey talk isn't part of my regular conversation topics.
So yeah, while hockey consumed my life (or at least it definitely felt that way) these are some major events that I've neglected/failed to announce up in here.
June 5th, 2004: Happy birthday, Bizkette!
June 8th, 2004: Congratulations, Posie, on getting that first degree! I'm sooooo soooo very proud of you.
June 8th, 2004: Congrats to
I feel you
It's been a long amazing ride for my dear Calgary Flames. And for those of us who showed love for them on the Red Mile -- baring much more than our hearts or keeping our shirts on -- I think we're all exhausted, too.
I'm still recovering. Both from the heartache and from the energy loss. I'm all Red Mile'd out. But had I known that Iggy and the boys were coming home that night I would have persevered longer to meet them at the airport with the other fans.
And I had to work while the rally was going on at Olympic Plaza...which only made me mourn my lack of downtown-based employment even more.
I hope and I pray that Jarome and Miikka stay with us. It makes me so nervous thinking that they might leave.
And what are us newly addicted hockey fans supposed to do until next season, should there even be a next season? One person pointed out that Worlds is coming up. *whines* But it's just not the same. How can I sit there watching my Flames
One more win!
Wow, what a nite.
My siblings and I, along with Daisy and Civic, caught game 5 at the Saddledome with the rest of the crazy fans. That was so crazy and intense and wild all at the same time. I loved it. I can't wait to someday enjoy a live game.
And yes, we were also (minus my siblings, though Weird Kid returned later with his friends after dropping off Baby Sis) part of the msssive parade/throng of people who walked straight from the Saddledome to 17th Ave... the Red Mile
I sooooooo rock. Guys were taking pictures of my tits and they were even fully covered up. I never even had to take off my shirt. Beat that, you tittie-flashing attention whores. I still reign supreme. But Civic had his fun snapping up pictures of the little flashers.
But yeah, I did receive several comments about their *cough* bustiness. What can you do...dumb little immature boys drunk out of their minds will do that sort of thing.
"Wow, those are the tits I want to see?"
Le sigh
For some reason, last night's game hurt more than any other game. I got to watch (thanks to my gracious co-worker) most of the 3rd period and it was heartbreaking to see them getting denied.
And as I walked to the train station the streets weren't all crazy with horns honking and people whooping.
I was so dejected I couldn't even head home straight away. I consoled myself with some coffee at Tim Horton's.
Absolutely nothing like Saturday's game. The Red Mile was packed...40,000 strong. And Daisy, Bizkette, and I were a part of that celebration around midnight. Everybody was just happy to be out there. While the other two girls had slept in (we didn't part ways until around 3:30 Friday night, I think) I had had to work. About 5 hours sleep, not bad, but obviously not enough. Needless to say, I was fading.
But I still toughed it out until about the same time Saturday morning. Right as we were turning off of 17th to get back to Bizkette's