tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67494419646686487962011-09-10T13:48:03.757-07:00Random updates in a random life.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.comBlogger3111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-50768179298747945112010-07-02T19:02:00.000-07:002010-07-02T19:04:46.736-07:00

I've moved.My blog I mean.Since it seems like everything in my life is changing right now, I figured my blog should better reflect who I feel I am now, in my journey through life.If ya feel like, come on by and visit me here.If not...I'll probably be stopping by your place!

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I just wanted to express my thanks and appreciation for the kind replies, emails, and "real-life" hugs and help I've received over the last month or so. This is painful as shit, but probably wouldn't be manageable without caring people around.So, thanks, y'all!

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Well, I'm officially 25 and living with my parents again.Saturday morning, I cried as I packed my clothes into my car, said goodbye to the cats and dog, and said goodbye to Sam, my former partner of 4 years.Saturday night I went out for dinner with my mom and step-dad, and stayed at their house in the city. It's only an hour away from Squamish, but it was the farthest I could handle going at

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I almost wish this break up was a little less...amicable.Please don't get me wrong, here.It has been brutal. Soul-rending, knock-out, drop down, heartbreaking.But it has also been easy.As I get my stuff packed up (I finally started tonight, with a week left in town), I feel more like I am packing to go on a vacation than like I'm packing up my life as I know it.As Sam put it, it has been awesome

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I'm single-handedly keeping the beef industry afloat.Hamburger for lunch, beef dip for dinner.I'm going to have a tummy ache later, I know it.

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Dear Sammy,Just because we have broken up, does not mean you are allowed to eat my share of the bacon.Or the ice cream.Or the poptarts.You are, however, allowed to start washing your own laundry.Best,Meg

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I've started this post so many times in the last couple weeks. I've lost count of the different ways I decided I would write about this. None of them made it past that initial, opening of Blogger, stage.Nothing I can write can adequately describe what's going on in my heart and in my mind right now.Basically, Sam and I, after 4 years together, have broken up. It was instigated by Sam, and he has

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You can read my previous Women's Writes post here. This month's Women's Writes topic is Women's Reproductive Rights and Issues.I was one of the first girls in my class to get my period. I was 11 years old, and in the third month of grade 5. I had little boobies, starting to sprout, and was a HUGE tomboy. Needless to say, I was shocked. I suffered from blinding cramps, was terrified of tampons,

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So, I totally meant to write a post about what's going on in my life right now.But I stayed at my mom's last night, and my step-dad showed me this video.Now, I come from a Volvo-driving family. My dad and my step-dad were friends in their 20s, and my step-dad actually introduced my mom and my dad (he was dating my mom at the time, they broke up, and my dad and mom got together (my dad was also

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It's possible my world has just totally and completely come apart.I'm taking an indefinite hiatus until I figure everything out.I'll probably still be reading, but may not comment for now.Thanks, y'all.

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Happy fucking 300th post, blogger world.I found out today that a girl I went to school with in the Yukon has passed away.It's been 15 fucking years since I've seen her, and yet my heart just feels so broken.Her funeral's on Saturday...but it's in Alberta, and I have absolutely zero dollars to get me there, but for some reason, I really wish I could go.

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I really enjoy driving.(Especially in my new car. Boy, is it ever peppy!)I really enjoy ripping along the highway, with or without music blasting, in the summer or the winter, windows up or down, day or night.I love watching the road unfold around the corners, up and down the mountains, along the coast, into and out of towns that I may or may not stop in.Road trips have been almost the only

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When the Criminal Homicide and Abortion Amendments bill passed in Utah at the beginning of March, both Shine and Marie reached the end of their rope when it came to women's rights and issues consistently being pushed backwards rather than moving forwards. They decided to have a day in which any blogger could write about women's rights and issues and bring them to the forefront so that we

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Poppy+spring in the estuary= VERY MUDDY PUPPY.Don't wear clean white gym shoes out in the estuary while walking said puppy.Leaving the cats' food out overnight usually means that Poppy will eat it.Don't leave half-pounds of butter on the counter, within reach of the doggy. She will invariably EAT IT. And get tummy aches. And vomit all over the floor. And become constiptated. And sad. And then

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I find myself stuck in a rut. I wake up (staying in bed as late as I possibly can), rush around to make my oatmeal and coffee and feed the cats and the dog, and get out the door for 8, to get to work for 8:15. I spend most of the day with an upset stomach, which is caused by my intense unhappiness and anxiety at being somewhere I don't really enjoy right now. I'm also getting bored-my brain is

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On Monday, April 5th, 2010, join me, and others, in writing about an issue that affects women.Head over here to read Marie's post on the plan!

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I wrote this on my Blackberry last night, and thought the interwebz ate it, but it's here! Woot!so, pretend this is actually yesterday :)So, in the middle of the night last night, Sam was woken by the sounds of late-night revelers leaving one of. our neighbour's houses. That, in itself is definitely not rare, as we do happen to live in an area of town that is...less refined, than other parts.

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Sometimes, I don't feel very lucky. Sometimes I'm cheesed that I am an adult, and that I have to be in charge. (That totally explains why I had a piece of bread with cheese and popcorn for dinner tonight right? -Also, I'm really sick, so I don't have much of an appetite.) Sometimes, my house feels way too small like when I'm mad at Sam and other times it feels way too big like when we are having

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-90464211253236107432010-03-12T21:46:00.000-08:002010-03-12T22:24:50.253-08:00

I have to admit, when we decided that Poppy would come live with us, I had all sorts of ideas about how I'd be a super awesome puppy-mommy. We'd go on walks together, at the ass-crack of dawn, which would eventually turn into jogs, and then runs. On the weekends we'd go on hikes on some of the trails around town. We'd become friendly with other doggy-mommies.I've failed miserably at these dreams.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-19189127102036601472010-02-23T21:05:00.001-08:002010-02-23T21:14:00.405-08:00

So, I've been a bit MIA lately...again.I'm unhappy at my current work, and am trying to deal with that, and have started a part-time job working with an accountant.Oddly enough, I'm really enjoying the accounting work. I'm planning on taking some accounting courses so I can possibly expand this current opportunity. I'm also trying to work out what direction I want my life to take, what goals I

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Decided to do a little update on the animals.Poppy is still adorable, like usual.Ernie is shy, and doesn't like getting his picture taken.And AK...is drooly!Poppy likes to chew.Everything.Shoes, toilet paper, tables, chairs, toys, carrots, RRSP statements, copies of QuickBooks...anything she can get her little mouth on!She's also decided that it's lots of fun to dig under our fence and

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I didn't mean to take a month break, it was only supposed to be a couple days!Then life got in the way.And so did a puppy!Her name is Poppy, and she's about a year old. Sam's sister and her boyfriend adopted her in South America last spring when she was just a puppy, while they were on a surfing holiday, but with 2 other (adult) dogs, and a newborn baby, it was just too much.So she came to live

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-35418469190643645942010-01-20T20:06:00.000-08:002010-01-20T20:07:57.099-08:00

Today, Grace in Small Things can suck my ass.I feel like shit, and I'm taking it out on my wonderful Sam. Who, obviously, doesn't deserve.So, screw you world.I'm going to hide.

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The niece-babyCheesecakeThe possibilty of a doggie joining our housePossible second (and third!) jobThe Settlers of Catan: Cities and Knights 5.5 Neither Sam nor his sister winning for once!

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I've been a little down this past week or so. I'm not really sure why. I've found Sundays to be my worst days, because they are always so slow, nothing's open, no one wants to play.So, I sort of don't mind that I'll be working Sundays soon.To help kick my own ass, I went and bought myself a gym pass to the local ladies-only gym. When I first moved here, I bought a pass to the gym closest to my

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Grace in Stupid Things EditionAK scratched my faceI burnt my left middle finger putting the veggies in the ovenI burnt my right thumb pulling the veggies out of the ovenI left my fleece work vest at home this morning, meaning I was cold all day at work.Cheesecake (which isn't stupid at all, but needs to be included on this list because it's CHEESECAKE!)

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Crepes for breakfastAK accidentally scratched my face, and Sam has decided my new name is Scarface Kattenpants.Buying a gym pass to a ladies-only gym here in Squish.Straightening my hairChicken breasts dipped in flour, then covered in ranch dressing, then coated in cracker crumbs, parmesan cheese, and garlic.

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-2419581953862436102010-01-17T19:17:00.001-08:002010-01-17T19:20:32.477-08:00

The day-late edition, part 2Hanging out with my dad, step-mom, and step-sister (two years ago, this wouldn't have been a happy thing, heh)Seeing Avatar.Seeing it in IMAX 3DMovie theatre popcornSpinach salad

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My third-to-last Friday that is actually my Friday-in three weeks, my work week changes to Friday and Saturday being my days offMaking cookies for my dadFriday=beer and sushiGetting caught looking up recipes by my boss...two hours after I caught her doing the same thingReading my book on the couch

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The day-late editionGoing to bed early with a good book (this is basically a daily occurrence)Making plans to see my dadDrive-through McDonalds (nasty, but still effing tasty)Sleeping in on a work day, with permissionStarting a new book

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Coffee.Hiking boots at my muddy, muddy, workplace.Butter.Trying new recipes.Enjoying new recipes!

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Grace in Depression 4Google Reader-how else would I keep track of blogs I need to read??Phone calls to Nova Scotia.Steamed vegetables.My anti-depressants.Strongbow.

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Grace in Depression 3Sleep.Good books.My boss letting me leave early because I'm so tired.Fresh bread with cheddar cheese.Fuzzy socksAnd since all must be balanced...MiseriesMy coworker and his partner breaking up.My friend and her husband seperating.A crappy sleep rendering me useless today.Wasted food, when we're super broke.Needing a second job...but no drive to go find one.Unfounded feelings

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-8286036511499013542010-01-10T19:20:00.000-08:002010-01-10T21:02:32.984-08:00

I worry that my life is going to be defined by my depression. I hate being a statistic on one hand, but on the other hand, I'm grateful for being counted among the living statistics. I realise now, nearly ten years later, that trying to kill myself was a fucking stupid idea. I caused my friends and family some fucking horrendous suffering.And I know that even just when I'm feeling assy, the

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Grace in Depression 2Having a cat cuddle/strangle me. 2. Sam, covered in cats. 3. Chicken with a lemon up its pooter. 4. A weekend full of sleep. 5. My recent discovery of Criminal Minds.

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Or:Grace in Depression 1I feel like shit today. I was supposed to go to the gym, and then meet up with some of my girlfriends to catch up. The day started all right-I slept for 12 hours last night, got up at 8:30 this morning-3 hours before Sam. That never happens.I made pancakes, talked to my brudder, and then started thinking.Which is never a good thing for me to do.So I bailed on my friends,

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458846651844943615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749441964668648796.post-30975706165705966232010-01-09T09:21:00.000-08:002010-01-09T09:52:52.878-08:00

My big brother sent me an email that made me cry (in a good way!). I basically want to copy and paste the whole thing here, but some things are private, so, instead, I will put in some of the highlights that I think he won't mind me sharing.I just wanted to let you know that you're the best sister intheworld. I am so glad you're my sister.Everyday something will crossmy mind that will in some

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Hot water at work to wash my hands in (we are having new sewers and water mains installed-no flush toilets for now, just portapotties!)Hot bathsWarm, purring cats on my pillowHazelnut Americanos on my way to workCookies

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Going back to a Bosu class with K.Feeling the effing burn after that class.Having Kraft Dinner after that effing class.Hot showers.Soft beds.

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Shari threatening to punch me if I don't ease up on myselfTalking to Shari after she's been away having the time of her life in New YorkMaking my own chicken stock for the first timeBeing closed for inventory at work, and hearing people try to open the front door anyways (I know, I'm petty!)Salmon caught by Sam's dad, prepared by Sam, for dinner

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Being able to get up on time this morning......before my alarm went off!Raiding Sam's change jar for spending money......to go get sushi!Walking in the crisp, cool air in the evening quiet.

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Board games with friendsThe smell of roast chickenPopcornSetting out clothes the night beforeLong, hot, baths

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I'm not big on New Year's Resolutions, mostly because I don't think it's reasonable for me to drastically change my behaviour or my thinking in the middle of the winter. It's such a terrible time to try to change! I'm always feeling fat and lazy, and quite often, depressed that another year has passed and what do I have to show for it??Which is why this year, I made goals for myself on my

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Going to the gym after being away for way too long.Planning on roasting a chicken tomorrow. Book 12 (of 14) of a series finally being released...a year and a half after the original author died.Reading for 2 hours in a Starbucks.Daniel's chocolates.

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Spending New Year's Eve at home, with my cats and my Sam.Playing a board game with Sam, his sister, and her boyfriend.Holding the niece and cuddling with her after the board game.New Year's lunch, even if I don't like lamb.Popcorn.Schmutzie created Grace in Small Things as a daily reminder to take notice of the positive things we tend to overlook.

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This blog doesn't seem to be what I want it to be. I find I'm having a lot of trouble actually putting to paper (or in this case, screeen), my actual thoughts and feelings. I think I'm a better writer when I'm actually depressed, than when things seem to be going well. Perhaps this is due to the need to vent and work through various problems/issues/what-have-yous.I'm trying to decide if I want to

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The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up? Instructions: Copy this into your NOTES. Put an 'x' next to those you have read. Tag other book nerds. [] 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen [x] 2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR

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So, sitting in the bath last night, I was twirling my nose stud, and it popped out.And took me so long to get back in, for some unknown reason, totally yanking and stabbing.Today, one of the guys on the crew asked why my nose was so pink.I told him it was obviously because I was picking it too hard.

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Sam's sister and her partner had a 7 pound, 9 ounce baby girl this morning.She has her daddy's dark hair (so far) and has been quiet and not fussing (so far).She slept through her Nana, Papa, Uncle Sam and Auntie Megan visiting for over an hour, with only one squal, when Nana was holding her.Mommy delivered naturally, with no painkillers, with her partner and her best friend/doula by her side the

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I had an urge for butternut squash soup, so I made up a recipe as I went along!1 medium onion, roughly chopped1 carrot, roughly chopped1 stalk celery, roughly chopped1 potato, roughly chopped2 cloves of garlic (garlic belongs in EVERYTHING in my house), diced2 medium butternut squashes, choppedsome buttersome chicken stocksome watersalt and pepper to tasteHeat the butter and the garlic in a big

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Oh, work.Work, work, work.How I love you and how I hate you.My boss is on holiday 'til the New Year. And that means there isn't really anyone to cover off the front desk and main phone line if necessary, without some finangling. Hopefully, no unexpected visitors show up that I have to shmooze with, because anybody else coming in will be screwed out of a welcome.I did, however, make arrangements

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As I've mentioned before, I love cats. I'm sure everyone has seen this already, but it makes my heart happy to watch it again.

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Staff parties and me...we don't usually get along.Since I'm not a big drinker (normally)(since moving in with Sam I've started drinking more often. Not drinking to get drunk, just having more beers with dinner and such)...Anyways, since I'm not a big drinker, I tend to over-do it occassionally (and really, who doesn't? Whether it's drinking, eating, dancing, staying up too late...) and work

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Sam's birthday lights!!! :PIt's too cold to fix them, but we're thinking of adding some more tomorrow.

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Preface: there is an overload of kitty pictures in this post.You've been warned!I was feeling crappy, so I made some sugar cookies to cheer myself up. I made some special ones for Sam, including the kitty cookies.Seriously, he's the most ridiculous kitty ever.This is his box. Which is lined with a towel, and sits on top of an amplifier, which is turned on, but rarely used. It heats the box up

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from Professor Hobo

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As I previously mentioned, my work sent me to some training courses today.They were downtown Vancouver.I hate other drivers. Nearly all of them suck at driving, and traffic makes me very road ragey. Living in Kamloops for two and a half years, and then Squamish for a year, has made me realize how flipping lucky I am not to live in Vancouver anymore. I honestly hate driving through the city, and

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This post was started on Sunday, and then I abandoned it when I got distracted by other things (read: cats). I'll finish it up today.~*~My younger brother was supposed to spend last Friday night at my house, hanging out with Sam and I. He was supposed to be leaving Kamloops at 2:30, and I got a call from him saying that he was having car problems. He didn't end up making it as far as my house,

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The person I call my step-sister, M, has given birth.To a beautiful, 10 pound, 12 ounce, 21 inch baby boy.I'm over the moon with joy for this woman, who was denied so much by her own mother that her only aim in life right now is to be the mother she never had.And in such despair and sadness that her brother, who died 6 years ago, is not here to be the uncle that he should have been.I started

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K EditionYou guilt me into going to the gym with youYou eat Kraft Dinner with meYou watch movies in bed with meYou eat popcorn with butter and salt with me while watching movies in bed with meYou have a little dog you call your puppy doodiesYou are as obsesssed with your puppy doodies as I am with my cats!You have a wicked sense of humour and keep me laughingSam gives you two-armed hugsYou're my

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I like to think that I'm mostly a good person.But I'm facing a dilemma at the grocery store these days. I'm trying to find balance with my eggs. The three areas I'm having trouble with are: price, free-range, and cardboard vs styrofoam packaging.And to be honest, cardboard and cheaper are winning out over more expensive and free-range.*****Sam's mom recently came home from a visit to England (

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Dear Megan,Remember how you wanted to pay off your debts? Your line of credit, credit card, student loan, and car loan? Remember how you wanted to actually pay it off, and not just transfer money from your line of credit to pay off your credit card?Yeah, you remember that?Well, to do that, YOU NEED TO STOP SPENDING MONEY!You do not need new clothes. Nor do you need to go to the movies, or eat

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I am so very, very, very bitter today.I'm angry at the whole world.I didn't want to be at work, I didn't want to be at home, I didn't want to make dinner, I didn't want to clean up from dinner, I didn't want to watch tv, read, be on the internet, talking to anyone on the phone, or do anything else at all today. I don't want to shower and straighten my hair. I don't want to do laundry or clean up

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In that last meme I wrote (I totally say me-me, since it is all about me!), there was one section that was about 10 years ago. Since this past summer, I've become very aware that I can actually reemember things that happened 10 years ago.It's the first time that I've really become aware that I can remember things that happened a decade ago.Prior to this summer, I would have fleeting thoughts

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You factored me into your budget when planning for New YorkYou put up with me talking about SamYou like to spend time together reading books, talking about books, and trading books.You're purdy, and sometimes you even accept my compliments!You're a smarty-pantsYou never tell me to quit whining when I'm...well...whining!You are the perfect height to hugYou introduce me fun webcomicsYou let me

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I saw this video while doing my normal internet-trolling this morning. I found it really poignant, and a bit upsetting to watch. I honestly don't think that people being assholes is a new phenomenon, but I do think it's something that I should keep in mind, especially when I'm in a bad mood and out in public! I never know who is watching and how they are reacting to, or picking up on, how I'm

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Ooops, apparently I didn't hit publish on this on Wednesday night when I thought I had. So, sorry, it's a couple days late!**********************************************************************************I like to use other blogger's posts to create my own...mostly because I'm lazy.Thanks for this one, Jen! 20 years ago:1. I lived in Burnaby, BC.2. I had two brothers, two parents, two grammas,

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I've spent the last three weekends away from home. The first two were because I was away in Nova Scotia, and then this past weekend I went over to Victoria for the wedding reception of an old friend.I had a fantastic time on vacation, and a mostly-decent time in Victoria this weekend. I got to hang out with my older brother, I got to see old friends, I got to show off my new car.What wasn't

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I had the most amazing time on holiday.I arrived in Halifax around noon on the Thursday. I'd been awake for 24 hours, since I'd taken the red-eye out, and ended up having a 5 hour "nap" that afternoon. We went out for dinner (seafood, of course), and then I went back to bed for 12 hours.Friday, we checked out the Halifax Citadel, then took off for the PEI ferry.We spent two days in PEI, which

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I'm heading to Nova Scotia tonight.I may or may not be posting over the next 10 days or so.But I'll have lots of pictures when I come home!!!!

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So, the only picture I've taken of my new car is the one in my previous post.I promise I'll get around to taking more!Anyways, my dad was in Vancouver for some AFOA meetings last week, and we made plans to meet for dinner on Friday night. When I arrived where he was staying, I was going to get him to listen to a weird sound that my transmission seemed to be making.Instead, we ended up at the

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Last week I:Went on a bike ride around Stanley Park on a bicycle built for two...Roasted weinies in the backyard for dinner with my sweetie...(Please don't look too closely at our overgrown jungle-yard!)I made apple pancakes for breaky...(Please don't look at how dirty my stove is!)I bought a new car...

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One of my defense mechanisms for my depression is to put myself to bed. I don't always sleep, sometimes I just read. But I go and I get into my bed and I usually either turn off my cell phone or flat-out ignore it. When I think back over my major depressive episodes of the last ten to twelve years, I compare how I deal now with how I used to deal.(Sidebar: I can't frigging believe that I can

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Gramma's house is the most magical place in the world! She feeds you, she shows you pictures, she lets you sleep in, you get to take a dog for a walk because you want to, she bakes you birthday cake, you go to amazing gardens with art shows...I didn't want to come home this morning!

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So, my first two consecutive days off in a month.I got up earlier today than I usually do.Because I'm at my gramma's house!My grampa has a growth in his nasal passage pressing on the optic nerve of his right eye. Hence his pirate eye patch.I shared with him the joy of Talk Like a Pirate Day, but somehow I think the thoughts of tumours and possibly-losing-your-sight-in-one-eye/

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Not quite a repeat post of last year, but still a birthday post nonetheless....The past year has been pretty good, all things considered. I finished my (first) degree, moved to Squamish, and managed to find a half-way decent job in the field that I studied for. I've made a pretty decent chunk in paying back my student loans. I'm 26 days away from my trip to Nova Scotia. And now I'm another year

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I have a pretty awesome sinus infection going on.I keep trying to leave work early, and it just hasn't been happening. I wake myself up snorting in the middle of the night, trying to breathe. I change into my pajamas as soon as I walk in the door, (around 5:15) and stay in them as long as possible in the morning (usually until around 7:50).It's my birthday on Friday, and Sam and I are supposed to

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I've had a really exhausting August. I've had split-up days off since the beginning of the month, and I don't have two days off in a row until next Sunday and Monday (Labour Day).We've been having a series of events on Sundays this month, and I've worked 2 out of 3 of them (the 3rd Sunday was my surprise party, and I'd been told to ask for that day off so it could still happen). We've also had

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There are a lot of blackberry bushes in our neighbourhood, across the street from our house and down in the trails near us.Last week, we went out picking for about 15 minutes and ended up with about a litre and a half. We decided to make a concerted effort to pick a lot.We ended up with almost 8 litres after about an hour.We couldn't figure out what to do with them all, other than two

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My lovely besties, Shar and K, threw me a surprise early birthday party last weekend (why, yes! I am over a week late in posting these photos!).My earbuds have duckies on them!Why, so does my shirt!My mommy came!There was a motherfucking piñata!The girls forgot to bring string to tie it up, so plastic bags were tied together to create a rope, and then my monkey-friend climbed a tree to tie it up!

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K and F ready to go!We forgot to pick up our t-shirts before the parade, so there were only 2 for the 3 of us to split. I overheat anyways, so told the other two ladies to wear them. I ended up stripping to my sports bra before the parade even started, anyways.It was a fantastic turn out.I have to admit, I'm very proud to say I walked for AIDS Vancouver. Since I don't make a lot of money, I like

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This Sunday, I will be marching in Vancouver's 31st annual Pride Parade, for AIDS Vancouver.Other than it being super hot here, I'm really looking forward to it.I'm a bit ashamed I've never actually gone to Pride before, though I have gay friends I'm proud to support.Anwyays, I'm going with K, who's Dad passed away from AIDS several years ago (before I knew her), and who has been volunteering

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Sorry, forgot I had a blog!I've had a couple adventures lately...K and I visited Kilby on our way to go camping.She got a kiss from a piggy.We went swimming, even though it was overcast.When we first booked the campsite, there was a campfire ban on.It was lifted, but we hadn't bothered to check again, so we had nothing prepared in the way of actual food...or firewood.This past weekend, K and I

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I'm going camping on Sunday night, just for the one night. So I set up the tent in the front yard, just to make sure it was all good, no rips or anything.Everything was stellar.And then a certain someone decided to come investigate!So, I went to load the pictures onto my laptop, and found that Sam had apparently been taking pictures while I've been at work! (He works from home.)The best kind of

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I just booked my grad present to myself.I'm going to the Maritimes for 10 days in October, mainly to Nova Scotia, where I will be staying with my friend and her family!I'm SOOOO excited-minus the fact I tend to get really homesick.Time to start counting down!

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Dear Gramma,It's been a year since you passed away.Over a year now since I've heard your voice. Since I've hugged you. Since I've taken you out shopping. Since you've teased Sam. Since you've seen the sun and felt the wind on your face in your back patio.A year of endlessly thinking of you. I've wanted so many times to pick up the phone and call you. To drop in unexpectedly when I'm driving by

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Vancouver isn't known for it's white, sandy beaches. Really, most of them are cliffs (all the fjords, yo!), or just rocks, with random sandy bits. West Van is no exception. It's cool though, since it has all these hidden little coves, and some actually have sand! So, today, K and I hit up one of the random little beaches.Stupidly, I totally didn't bring my camera.But, I will tell you, my

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...I wasn't hired as an admin assistant, so please tell the president and the executive director of the non-profit I work for to stop treating me like the office bitch....I don't particularly enjoy being stuffed up and exhausted when I have plans-please cancel my sickness, and while we're at it, I'd rather not have to wake up every hour to pee....My 18 year-old neighbours having a party when I'm

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My friend and I went to a the other night. We saw Envy on the Coast, Anberlin, and Taking Back Sunday at the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver.It was a fantastic show (even though I didn't get home 'til nearly 2, and I had to get up at 7 the next morning for work-and I'm not 18 anymore!), but what was the most amazing was the fact that my friend, an alcoholic, was strong enough and safe enough with

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One of the perks of working in the tourism industry (almost) in Vancouver, is something called the Privilege Passport, offered through Tourism Vancouver, to businesses in the industry.With it, holders of the passport are able to visit the other businesses in the industry who are part of the program, usually for super cheap or free. In most cases, you're allowed to bring a guest.You need to visit

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I feel like I'm a lot more boring when I'm not depressed. Then I'm not looking for the outlet.I don't need to spew forth the pain and anxiety and scariness and crap that just vomits itself out when I'm feeling really down.Oh, this is not a bad thing!It just doesn't make for interesting blog posts, when I post about unicorns pooping daisies (to quote Angella, I believe). Instead, it's random posts

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AK likes to sleep on me while I'm on the computer.I tend to slouch down, giving him room to cuddle up on my chest.What you aren't able to see, though, are his muddy paws that he wiped all over my arms, chest, and tank top.An action shot, of him getting comfortable.

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Someone is a baddy.I'll give you one guess.Oh yes, it's my dear little AKbaby.I had to go rescue him from the neighbour's scary dog earlier this evening (he'd gotten on their roof somehow, and the only way down was where the dog was hanging out, waiting).Then Sam, who's been working on his car, came in to the house to get me to come see something...AK is asleep in the car.The car that he was

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On PostSecret this week, Frank has left the comments open for people to post one-liners of advice to new graduates. I'm reading through the 800+ comments, and trying to relate some of them to my own life and my own goals and dreams, now that I'm finally finished (my first degree).understanding said... it will be okay, and better than you imagine, even when the world seems to cave inBunny

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Dear Mama,After 24.5 years of knowing you, I think we've finally figured out a "schedule" that means that we can put up with each other. We only speak every two weeks or so, even though you live less than an hour away from me and Sam. We speak for between 5 and 10 minutes, updating each other on important-ish happenings: your partner has taken a 30% pay cut due to the recession; AK has been back

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I'm seriously obsessed with AK.Turns out his fracture wasn't actually a fracture, it was his friggin' growth plates, which haven't knit together yet (an oddity-his xrays from his front legs indicate he is only 3-4 months old, while his back legs say about 2 years, and another area says only 1 year. We do think he's roughly 2 years old, though).Anyways, the first xray that was done indicated a

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