for the geography nerds like me here's some fun. of course it might help to be american. i got 94% in 193 seconds with an average error of 7 miles. not too shabby if i do say so myself.
does anyone else out there think that celery smells like sour vomit?
i think it is the most disgusting vegetable.
henri eats it like a bulimic rabbit. but, thankfully, he does not purge it back out. if it smells like puke going down, what ghastly smell would it have coming back up?
it's been quite the crazy week as one would expect just prior to christmas.
sunday was a luscious day of shopping, eating and movie watching with my cousin caroline. i spent entirely too much money. shh. and we saw bridget jone's diary 2. while the theater was not empty, i do believe we were the only ones who laughed the entire way through it. if you liked the first one, you'll love this one. aah. that colin firth. yum. oh and let's not forget hugh grant. definately money well spent.
monday saw me become a human fence at a switchfoot concert. myself and two other 'adults' took a van full of grade nine girls to a sold out concert where we met up with more grade nine girls. it wasn't until the opening band came out on stage before i asked myself what the hell had i gotten myself into. we were so packed in that i could not move without touching somebody. and that was before the music began. and then the moshing. and then the icky sweaty boys that i seemed to peel off by the dozens. i can now totally understand how people can get trampled to death at rock concerts. but other than getting manhandled, sweaty and a bit deaf, the concert rocked. the highlight had to be when a former student picked up my friend cho and literally threw her on top of the crowd to do a little surfing. i was so into the concert that i didn't see her until she surfed right by me. there was nothing either of us could do but laugh.
friday found me exhausted after fighting a cold and mostly losing my voice (i have always wanted to lose my voice. i quite liked the feeling. yes, i am strange.) i would have liked to go home and curl up in bed and finish my book. (tandia, it's fabulous, but you have to read the power of one first. bryce courtenay is a powerful writer, i highly recommend his books.) but, no. i chaperoned the winter formal dance at school. sometimes i just sit back and laugh when i think of myself as a chaperone. i mean, most times i need to be chaperoned. it was a super long night topped off with drinks and appies at bp's with the sitv girls. and other than breaking up some bumping and grinding, the students were surprisingly well-behaved.
saturday night arrived and i was ready to party. or at least drink lots of wine and eat lots of cheese. luckily i knew exactly where to go. fellow ex-starbucks employee and friend, shiz, being the awesome wife she is, threw her husband, david, a surprise birthday party. and you guessed it, the theme was wine and cheese. cara was a happy, happy girl. especially when bartender henri started making apple martinis. bliss, bliss. friends, food, and fanatical cranium playing. what more can a girl ask for. well for the girl's team to win, but that's another story.
that's enough out of me. i'm exhausted just thinking about this past week. and thinking that in less than a week i'll be flying off to corsica for christmas. any ideas about how to survive 10 days with a husband, a mother-in-law, a brother-in-law, a four-year-old nephew, and lots of french-speaking relatives?
if you enlarge the pic, my bro is in the back on the right. from above, it seems he has a heart-shaped face. sorry miah, but the picture does not hide the fact that you are taking after dad. but that's ok. dad has enough character and integrity to make up for his lack of hair. and so do you. can't wait to see that watch new years eve.
|You Know You're From Portland, OR When...|
|Two-thirds of the people you know are from California, yet there is no sun.|
You can list five reasons why Starbucks is evil.
You blame everything that's not right on ex-Californians.
You remember the date, severity, time of day, where you were, and how long you were out of power for every winter weather event for the last five years.
You can go a whole week without seeing the sun or a person of color.
You have a bookstore, coffee bar, and brewpub all within walking distance of your house.
You think downtown is scary 'cause you were panhandled there ... once.
When you drive out of town, even the Hondas have gun racks.
When the weather gets above 50 degrees you put on your shorts, but you still wear hiking boots and your parka.
When the weather gets above 60 you replace your hiking boots with sandals.
You think people who use umbrellas are wimps.
You are sitting at a red light surrounded by Subaru Legacy Outbacks.
A tree or mudslide has ever damaged your house or car.
You live equidistant to a symphony hall, a winery, and a volcano.
|You Know You're From British Columbia When...|
|You consider that if it has no snow, it is not a real mountain.|
You can taste the difference between Starbucks, Blendz, and Tim Horton's.
You know how to pronounce Squamish, Osoyoos & Nanaimo.
You can tell the difference between Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean and Thai food.
In winter, you go to work in the dark and come home in the dark - while only working eight-hour days.
You have no concept of humidity without precipitation.
You can point to at least two ski mountains, even if you cannot see through the cloud cover.
You notice "the mountain is out" when it is a pretty day and you can actually see it.
You put on your shorts when the temperature gets above 5, but still wear your hiking boots and parka.
You switch to your sandals when it gets about 10, but keep the socks on.
You recognize the background shots in your favourite movies & TV shows.
You buy new sunglasses every year, because you can't find the old ones after such a long time.
You use a down comforter in the summer.
Your $400,000 Vancouver home is 5 hours from downtown
You can throw a rock and hit three Starbucks locations
It's November, it's raining, but you're still wearing birkenstocks
You go broke just paying rent.
You don't own a heavy winter coat
You can't figure out why Manitoba is considered part of Western Canada.
swiped from blogthings. just thought it was interesting to see the differences between the two places i have lived most of my life in. both places have rain in common. must be why i love the rain. no choice, really. after 7 years in bc, i still can't really pronounce osoyoos very well. sad. my favorites are in a nifty purplish color.
some people just bring ridicule on themselves.
On her website, Carey confides "Mimi is a very personal nickname... just one of those little things that I've kept for myself in an attempt to have some delineation between a public persona and a private life."
well not any longer. doesn't she know that her website is public domain and therefore the entire world knows of her stupid pet name for herself. and i do mean stooopid. why would you call yourself that when it conjures up images of this, um, lady:
so i know that i previously bitched about christmas music. well that was so last week. now that we have officially delved into december, i am feeling a little more lenient about the non-stop barrage of "feliz navidad".
especially when it means i get to listen to this song. i love this song. i heard it on the radio on the way to school last year, and it was love at first listen. i went home later and could not find it anywhere. and now thanks to sarcomical, we all can have the joy that is this song. thanks sarcomical lady!
now i feel all warm and fuzzy inside. well except for my throat that feels like someone took a rusty razor blade to it and then scratched it with long fingernails.