We Love Girls Who Lick Roller-Blades

We also love boys with terrible haircuts that rollerblade in slow-motion home from work evryday around 7:30pm. And weird men named Herb who stand in their front lawns and just want to chat for hours about their lives since retirement. And halibut.
Just invited a whole wagon load of people over for dinner but the only ones not busy were my brother and his room-mate. Of course.
And I stopped at the art gallery on the way home to remind myself to not get distracted. Stay on track like. The show on right now is called You Blew It and features miniature sculptures of people dying terrible deaths, complete with a plain crash, a man shooting himself in the head in front of an audience and another guy cutting his arm like baloney. For some reason I really liked it. Also picked up St.Elmo's Fire on the way home, we've been having an Andrew McCarthey fest (watched Class last night, highly recommend it- I won't give anything away but nothing happens like you think it will, that to me makes a good movie)
Anyway sitting here with my feet up and a breeze coming through the window, I should really get back to cleaning stuff.

pop song

I bet you feel deep, quoting Helen Keller all like that huh?

poofter

hi all. The good news is that I didn't set anything on fire today at work. The bad news is that it looks like I have another 7 day work week. Today Marketa asked me what I thought about her son's tendency of tying a fuchsia coloured scarf around his forehead (pirate style) and wearing bunches of necklaces, all of them with those toddler oriented pastel coloured beads. I said it was funny and made some comment about Kids These Days. Do I looook like I am old enough to be giving mothers advice on their sixteen year old children? Mind you, this is a woman who sends her son out to Bamfield for the weekend with his buddies and a six pack. And then makes him a late breakfast when he is too tired to go to school when he gets back. Living the life, I think.
Yesterday I was taking Mr. T out for a walk (some small dog with about 4 different ways of saying feces instead of a breed name) and as he rolled around on his back in the grass for just long enough to get annoying I looked up and noticed a man in his underwear standing at the third floor window of the building across the street, blatantly staring. He didn't back away when we made eye contact either. There is nothing more awkward then being stared at by someone who is not wearing enough clothes.
Just overheard a conversation of the work guys outside. In between house-shaking bangs and rattles guy 1 says: You know why you should have watched the hockey game on Friday?
Guy2: Because I don't like hockey?
Guy1: No this girl sitting by the penalty box flashed the TV and they showed it on CBC (is this true by the way?)
Guy2: (smiling voice) Were they nice jungas?
Guy1: yeah. young.

Just throw in some moose meat, it'll turn out fine

This is Bethany Hamilton, and I'm sure you guys have already heard about her, but she is an American surfer who lost her arm in a shark attack and went on to with the American National Championships. I just watched a terrible movie about her life, which is unfortunate, because her story is amazing. But no one could act, and everyone was supermodel beautiful and Jersey Shore orange and Could Not Stop Talking About God. In reality, Bethany has braces (maybe had; I dunno) and is a little gangly and has a deep voice and is lovely for it. Her mother is overweight, and her dad is grey and balding. And imperfections, both physical and mental, would have added so much to the movie. Do you really mean to tell me that this girl lost her arm and just shrugged, no worries, and suffered no mental anguish whatsoever? Maybe that's why people enjoy shows like Skins so much; they focus on darker stuff that makes the beauty present in life even more meaningful. Maybe it's late and I'm tired and don't know what I'm talking about.

Sarah, those pictures made me laugh! You guys are lovely!

Emma, you enjoy videos of things crashing and running into other things and I enjoy videos of dogs, so you should check out Swedish House Mafia's music video for Save the World. Which did not end at 6pm today, by the way.

Guess who I will see tomorrow!?! The one and only Frances McDonald. Are you jealous? I thought you might be. I miss you guys a ton. Basically 3 months and counting.

laura! check this, this is the band, jocelyn cook took the pictures. kumbana marimba

Laying Nameless in the Snow

So last night Ryan and Zaman showed up at like 9.30. One of whom I thought was aloof and the other I thought was dead in Mexico. Both arrived, tanned relaxed, took advantage of the swingset down the road, talked about feasible jobs for crack-addicts to have. For some reason video store clerk was the only one we could agree on. Except can you imagine recommending a movie while high on crack? Not that I've ever been high on crack, you know. Zaman made fun of my dead-pan and my stability and was issued his member's pin (he seems to have joined the club) The two of them slept in heaps in the living room and left sometime between 7 and 12, while I was at work.

My own sleeping pattern has been reduced to staccato:Late nights, early mornings, freak naps arriving without calling ahead. I keep falling asleep on public transit too, which is a bad habit, let me tell you. Especially since it is Attractive Tourist season.

And this German boy with a giant pearl stud in his ear who was travelling with his mother kept staring at me during breakfast. But maybe he just wanted more coffee.

Honey, You Know What You Are

This is where we went today. In the sun, on the rocks. Just like Emily