tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80730982167523433212024-03-07T01:15:22.515-08:00Acting ResponsibleTyping randomly since early last weeksasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-27514056592113705312013-03-12T07:04:00.003-07:002013-03-12T07:04:45.388-07:00Rain, rain...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have a strange confession. I like the rain.<br />
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Seriously.<br />
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I like it when we get rainfall warnings and torrential downpours. I love splashing in puddles...with or without my son. I love hearing it on the roof or my windows. I even like driving in it.<br />
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I don't like the days where it kind of rains. Where its grey and overcast and blah.<br />
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I like the heavy duty, soak you to the skin, don't bother straightening your hair kind of rain. I love the way my city smells when its over...clean, refreshed and ready for the world. I love the sea of umbrellas as people navigate their way through the precipitation. I love shaking the rain off of my umbrella and stomping my boots to get ready for the day.<br />
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Rain? BRING IT!<br />
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Thank God I live in the Lower Mainland.<br />
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<br />sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-74748510990326505132013-03-10T08:20:00.002-07:002013-03-10T08:25:10.172-07:00What's in a number?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm still not feeling better, so now we're onto abdominal ultrasounds! YAY! It's not severe...whatever is wrong with me...it's just, well...wrong. Let me tell you, I thought I was done with ultrasounds when I gave birth to my only child. This. Is. Not. Fair.<br />
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This whole health thing has had me pondering my age. I turned 40 in July of 2012, and since then there hasn't been a day where I haven't thought "I'm 40. What does this mean?". I feel conflicted...is my life ending, or is it just beginning.<br />
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My body is starting to betray me. I now have to stretch before football practice (I don't, so it hurts like a son of a bitch when I am done). I have weird ailments. I have to pluck my chin of that one hair that comes out of nowhere (what IS that). I need to start using moisturizer and have an actual skin care regime. <br />
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But really...I'm only 40. I can still do anything and have the wisdom of my youth behind me. I don't look 40. I don't act 40 (except the morning after football practice). I have confidence in many abilities that I never had before. Things get better with age...like wine...and cheese...and my hair. But I still keep waiting for my life to start.<br />
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How many times can I say "it begins now" before it starts to sound ridiculous. How many times before...I stop trying?<br />
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Okay life...it begins now. Lets do this thing.<br />
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But first...back to bed. Football practice yesterday seriously almost killed me.<br />
<br />sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-33444431238983907202013-03-04T07:49:00.000-08:002013-03-10T08:25:32.437-07:00Under the weatherLately, I have been feeling under the weather. Gross shall we say. Weak, dizzy, a general feeling of malaise. I have described it as like being drunk without all the great benefits of actually being drunk.<br />
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I got a series of blood tests and such done and today I find out the results.<br />
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I know something is wrong...I've seen the results. I don't know what they actually mean, so my head is going into all sorts of horrible places involving death, drastic life changes and medicine coming out of my ears. Diseases that begin with L, I and D. I turned forty just over six months ago...has it finally caught up with me I am I officially over the hill?<br />
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Does this kick me in the butt to finally change the way I've wanted to? Eating healthier, doing more exercise and making more of my life...watching less TV, playing more, writing more and putting down <a href="http://slycooper.playstation.com/">Sly Cooper</a>?<br />
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I hope so. I hope its only a scare and nothing worse. Although my brain sure doesn't think so...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-12226718443105769012013-02-26T10:05:00.000-08:002013-02-26T12:04:53.677-08:00The right to be stupid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And the winner for my favourite headline so far 2013 is from the Toronto Sun.<br />
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<a href="http://www.torontosun.com/2013/02/26/americans-have-right-to-be-stupid-john-kerry">Americans have the 'right to be stupid': John Kerry </a><br />
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Yup. <br />
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<i>"Americans have the right to believe what they want, even if it's
contrary to scientific, religious or other mainstream schools of
thought"</i><br />
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The issue here Mr Kerry (Honorable Kerry? Secretary of State Kerry? John boy?)<i> </i>is that your nation is known for the stupid.Its like you have a patent on it. You elected George W Bush...TWICE!<br />
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I think there comes a time when you need to address that what people are believing comes from ignorance. That you have created an atmosphere where people sue school districts because their children are being taught <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/yoga-lawsuit-encinitas-union-school-district-california-sued/story?id=18561237">yoga</a>. That's right. Yoga. Because its inherently religious...as opposed to being, oh, I don't know...exercise? Relaxing? A way to get kids moving in a nation where childhood obesity has reached epidemic level?<br />
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Yup...you've got the right to be stupid...and you're certainly exercising that right as much as you can.<br />
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<br />sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-72924012234406447572013-02-21T10:59:00.004-08:002013-03-10T08:26:09.529-07:00Creative Intimidation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think of myself as a crafty person. I make a mean sock monkey (see above), am a fierce cook, can sew like the wind, love a good yarn and frequently find myself being covered in paint with my kid. I have made tutus and batman costumes, clothing and washcloths, cards and paintings and have proudly created every single one of my kids birthday cakes.<br />
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However, I am feeling intimidated. I am going to dinner on Saturday at this woman's house<br />
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<a href="http://groovycraftchick.wordpress.com/">Groovy Craft Chick</a><br />
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I need to up my game...<br />
<br />sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-86266115733567639252013-02-19T10:49:00.000-08:002013-03-10T08:25:47.860-07:00Happy birthday kiddoIt seems I like to go on two year hiatuses (hiatii?). My last blog post was about my son turning six months old...which is kind of crazy considering he'll be four in 6 months...so here goes.<br />
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Happy 3rd and a halfth birthday kiddo.<br />
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You make my day. Every day. Every morning when I hear you scream (yes...you scream. You are not one for quiet. Much like your mother) 'MOMMY' I get the biggest smile on my face. You are my ray of slightly stinky (you really are becoming such a boy) sunshine. Your father and I could not love you more.<br />
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You love to dress up in costumes...generally super hero focussed, but sometimes you have been known to be a koala bear or horse. You love to sing and dance and play soccer and be silly. You love trains and dinosaurs and painting and play-dough You do not love being still. You also do not love cherry tomatoes, which honestly I think is really strange.<br />
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You are painfully shy on first meeting new people and then suddenly, you will blossom. You have the memory of an elephant and are horrid at telling knock knock jokes. Hide and seek is not your strong suit, but if you could, you would play it every minute of every day. Your favourite person in the entire world is your father...which is awesome because he's one of mine too. You also love your best friends, your grandparents and your aunts and uncles unconditionally. You love meeting new kids (less sure about meeting new adults) and will do just about anything for a hug and a cloudy kiss.We went swimming last week and you swam around like an otter in a life jacket, wanting no help from mommy...no matter how much of the pool you swallowed.<br />
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You will eat cucumbers, snap peas and fresh sweet organic carrots like they are going out of style. You are a butter pig. You love 'MAC O CHEESE', bananas and beans. You will try every new food once...and sometime will continue to love it and sometimes you will think it is horrid. You recently discovered BBQ Pork as a good food...which is awesome. You think cooked pears are gross (yah, I kind of get that) and love exploring the produce section of the grocery store in the hopes of finding new fruits and vegetables. When you are pretending to be a koala, you will only eat salad.<br />
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I love that you are becoming an amazing little person...but it makes me sad because soon you won't be my little man. Soon you won't SCREAM for me in the morning to come give you cuddles. Soon you won't want to play with my hair as you drink your milk, or cuddle with me under the white blanket and watch movies on Friday nights. Soon you will be embarassed by my kisses, and cuddles and want to be independant and alone. And that will break my heart. But right now, you are my little puppy...my bean face...my koala and I will take all the cloudy kisses and snuggles that I can so I can save them in my heart forever.<br />
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I love you puppy...more than I ever thought possible.<br />
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Yours,<br />
MOMMY!!!<br />
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<br />sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-17090167321151136002010-03-06T19:32:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:59:05.290-08:00Happy Birthday BabyDear Beanface,<br />
Six months ago (and a few days...you know your mommy can't do anything RIGHT on time can she?) we met for the very first time. Your arrival, not surprisingly as you are my child, was dramatic and fraught with adventure. But that isn't what I want to tell you. I want to tell you how wonderful it has been to get to know you.<br />
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You were so small when your daddy and I got to meet you for the first time. We both looked at you with tears in our eyes because you were so perfect. A bit blue, but they fixed that right away! Then your Aunty C and Uncle C, your Papa, Grandpa, Gan and 'Ma'came right in to meet you and you were surrounded by all of those who loved so much you even before they met you! They were soon followed by all the other aunts and uncles in your life that love you and were excited to meet you! You might be the most loved baby EVER!<br />
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Every day has been a wonderful adventure with you my little bean. I treasure every minute that I got to hold you snuggling in my arms when you were only a few days old. I have watched you discover, learn and conquer the world for you are super baby.<br />
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Now that you are laughing, watching things, talking your bean language and trying to grab everything in sight, I see the little man that you are going to become. You are curious and strong, filled with a ready laugh and giggle at so many things. You love cats and plastic bags, trains and squishy blue stuffed dogs, eating your feet and blowing raspberries and of course, Sophie La Giraffe. You think blueberries taste yummy, squash is awesome and peas are very very gross. I tasted the peas and I agree with you. Trust me, when you can eat fresh spring peas, you will think they are yummy, but right now, we'll hide them in the squash okay? You are a flirt and a joker and you wear every emotion on your tiny little sleeve. You are king of the exersaucer and lord of the cheeks! You are above the curve in every way my son!<br />
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Thank you, sweet bean, for teaching me about love, patience, joy and happiness. Because of you, I have learned to love you and your daddy with more of my heart than I knew was there. Because of you, I have learned that nothing is important enough to miss the best things in life...like putting on baby socks or blowing raspberries on bellies. Because of you, I have learned that nothing is better than a family of giggles. Because of you, I have learned that it is my duty to make sure everything I do, or almost everything (apparently I still need to pick up my socks. blah), makes me well and truly happy. I am inspired to do great things to make you proud.<br />
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I can't wait to see what the rest of our adventure holds! I love you little man!<br />
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Love,<br />
Momma-beansasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-49505937567054463042010-02-16T16:20:00.000-08:002010-02-16T16:20:30.058-08:00A little bit of guest bloggingI haven't been blogging here as much as I would like for a few reasons.<div><br />
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</div><div>1. I love the <a href="http://www.vancouver2010.com/">Olympics</a>.</div><div>2. I have 4 sports channels. See #1</div><div>3. As I live in the Olympic city, I am trying to go out and see as much as I can</div><div>4. I did a wee guest blog for my good friends at yoyo mama.</div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://blog.yoyomama.ca/">Check it out!</a></div><div><br />
</div><div>We will be back to regularly scheduled activities soon. Thank you for your patience.</div>sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-71796449441664861812010-02-12T08:54:00.000-08:002010-02-12T08:54:15.354-08:00Label me this.For four years, I went to theatre school to attain the lofty heights of a Bachelor of Fine Arts. I graduated with honours and went on to pursue a career in Acting. I did so for several years, attaining some success-not enough to make a living-but enough to make my resume look pretty spiffy.<br />
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In the last few years, I have let my acting career sleep due to other pursuits. Like making enough money so that I can buy pants. And cheese.<br />
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But since having my giant baby, I have realized the importance of doing things that make me the happiest, because a happy mommy is a good mommy.<br />
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So, in addition to pursuing writing more diligently, I am getting back on the acting horse! Its a fickle horse to be sure, but one that I have missed kicking me in the teeth every so often.<br />
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The question is, when am I allowed to call myself an actor again?<br />
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Do I subscribe to the theory that, like dressing for the job you want, not the job you have, one should say you are the thing you want to be, not the thing you are? Or am I then getting on the slippery slope of the actor slash singer (<a href="http://www.taylorswift.com/">Taylor Swift</a>, <a href="http://www.mariahcarey.com/splash/index.html">Mariah Carey</a>)? I cannot tell you how much it frosts my cookies when a semi-famous person decides they can act or sing just because they are famous (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris_Hilton">Paris freaking Hilton</a>) without a second of training or experience to back them up. Not everyone can be <a href="http://www.justintimberlake.com/">Justin Timberlake</a> (sigh).<br />
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Lord knows I wouldn't want my doctor doing that. Or my airline pilot. Or my cheesemonger.<br />
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I suppose I feel <b>somewhat</b> justified in calling myself an actor, due to the years of training and <a href="http://www.tonylovestina.com/">audience abuse</a>. But I do feel like a bit of a fraud as I am not making any money at it and I haven't struggled at it for a bit. Do I wait until I get my first pay check? My first rejection? My first nervous breakdown?<br />
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Why does it matter anyhow? Why do I worry about these things? I have more important things to worry about, like how to get the poo out of my husband's white t-shirt (AAA! I did it again! <a href="http://actingresponsible.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-all-comes-down-to-poo.html">POO!</a>)<br />
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I think, for now, I will label myself as a practitioner in the creative arts.<br />
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Makes me sound a bit like a witch.<br />
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I think I like that.sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-22689121421606657382010-02-06T18:02:00.000-08:002010-02-06T18:02:43.377-08:00It all comes down to the poo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3GtbGEtYxqRB6xJ784OVJFhy3BGxQ_Pr8A76K4sSGHsflHUyXBnNN5Y5r27R7ap4lrqfhdqfShrWasHJ6mo0dmTb2gTAXiJy9zdwEBo2NErCNOWLmj5OOl5icvDmjD3FSQXXxOqy15RjN/s1600-h/mommy-blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3GtbGEtYxqRB6xJ784OVJFhy3BGxQ_Pr8A76K4sSGHsflHUyXBnNN5Y5r27R7ap4lrqfhdqfShrWasHJ6mo0dmTb2gTAXiJy9zdwEBo2NErCNOWLmj5OOl5icvDmjD3FSQXXxOqy15RjN/s200/mommy-blogger.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
One of the reasons I have been reticent to start blogging again is my fear of becoming one of those MOMS. You know the type. The woman who blogs-and if you meet her on the street, talks- incessantly about the adventures and hardships of being a mom, the trials and tribulations of parenthood and the cute things that her kids say and do. And thats it. No current events, no pop culture, nothing but her kid.<br />
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And, of course, their poo.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong. There are PLENTY of women out there who are moms who write, and talk, about motherhood and their kids in a new and inspiring way. But they also write, and talk, about other things and don't define themselves solely as a capital M Mom. Sure, they are moms, but they are also writers, actors, businesswomen, wives, partners, creators, lawyers, entrepreneurs and generally nifty people.<br />
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Who rarely talk about poo.<br />
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I guess for me, the level of obsessive mommyness directly correlates to the amount of poo one refers to in a conversation.<br />
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And lately, I have become one of those moms.<br />
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The poo moms.<br />
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ALL I think, breathe and talk about seems to be my son.<br />
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And his poo.<br />
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How much, when, colour, frequency, size, smell and above all, staining power.<br />
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Who am I? When did this happen? <br />
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I used to be an exciting and dynamic woman who was intelligent and witty and could converse on any subject at the drop of a hat! <br />
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Now, I catch myself talking to people I have just met about poo.<br />
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This has to stop. My husband is starting to stare at me like I am an alien. My friends avoid me. And my son is starting to hide his diapers. And he is only 5.5 months old. <br />
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I guess, dear reader, what this posting is telling you is that from henceforth, I resolve to never, ever, EVER, talk about my son's poo. <br />
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Unless of course, you really want me to. Or its really interesting.<br />
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Which reminds me of this funny thing that happened the other day after he finished his mashed bananas...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-56960664563740407702010-02-05T09:01:00.000-08:002010-02-05T09:27:07.196-08:00Everything old is new again<div style="text-align: left;">It has been almost 2 years since I last blogged. So why start again? My many changes in life (married, new giant 5 month old baby, not being at work), have made me realize that I miss my wee creative outlets. Like this one. Yes, much of what I have written in the past is no longer current or relevant, but some of it is screamingly funny and astute if I do say so myself. Perhaps I am beating a dead horse resurrecting this old thing. Perhaps I should start anew. But for now...this is it.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I said to a <a href="http://www.thequarterlifequest.com/">very clever girlfriend</a> yesterday, the birth of my baby has made me realize how much better things are in life if I make an effort to do things that make me truly happy. Like writing. Or eating cheese. Or tickling my son's tummy. It may mean that colossal life changes are afoot for me. What do I do with my life? How do I maximize the time with my son and my husband while still being the best me I can be? How do I do this while making money so that I can enjoy time with said son and husband and still eat? How do I do this while making ENOUGH money so that I can enjoy time with said husband and son and buy these <a href="http://www.thefryecompany.com/Product-Women-Boots-Vintage-77961BLK.aspx">boots</a>?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgWK2zJJPFiPbUnIGmEO4ZzYDo-nLcaTAYAsNSccBvntzKxek1PXeliETmVhUkysTeXWI4f7fb6SIOhaSJMejAI9faL8OBAu_tQzvUYxso2QwCl2Q_nDtZ_ZzmGtJpL5ldojIskiS_a66/s1600-h/221020081426416077961_blk_zoom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgWK2zJJPFiPbUnIGmEO4ZzYDo-nLcaTAYAsNSccBvntzKxek1PXeliETmVhUkysTeXWI4f7fb6SIOhaSJMejAI9faL8OBAu_tQzvUYxso2QwCl2Q_nDtZ_ZzmGtJpL5ldojIskiS_a66/s200/221020081426416077961_blk_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434811858604941202" /></a><br /></div><div>Time will tell I suppose. For now, I guess I just continue Acting Responsible.</div><div><br /></div><div>oh i am so clever.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-44976065736970398662008-02-04T13:11:00.000-08:002008-02-04T16:02:16.043-08:00Mayoral MoronI am not an overly politically vocal individual. Yes, I have strong political leanings and I have been known to be an armchair political commentary, generally about <a href="http://pm.gc.ca/eng/default.asp">Stephen Harper</a> and his creepiness and general evilness. While not being a card carrying member of the NDP, I tend to lean left in my beliefs and vote to reflect that. In general my political interest stops at the federal and provincial level. Municipal politics doesn't interest me that much.<br /><br />That however has been changed thanks to Vancouver's mayor and resident moron, Sam Sullivan. I have now made it my goal to ensure that he does NOT get re-elected to run the fair city I work in. I live in Burnaby. The <a href="http://www.city.burnaby.bc.ca/cityhall/mayor/cnclpr/cnclpr_myrcrr.html">Burnaby Mayor Derek Corrigan</a> has a lovely mustache and is fairly innocuous. Go Derek Go!<br /><br />Oh Sam....Sam Sam Sam.<br /><br />I have in the past waxed poetically on <a href="http://actingresponsible.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotion-of-day-stunned.html">Mayor Sullivan and Project Civil City</a>. A momentary lapse in judgment due to expectorant. It will not happen again.<br /><br />Before I continue to rant...let us recap our young mayor's bio:<br /><br />1. Gave money to someone to buy drugs and smoke them in his van<br />2. Project Civil City-lord knows what he was thinking. Of COURSE being polite should be top priority.<br />3. <a href="http://www.straight.com/article-109529/sam-sullivans-strike-strategy">Sullivan's Strike</a><br />4. $400,000.00 per year for a security guard for a CLOCK<br /><br />And his most recently publicized brilliant idea...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.canada.com/theprovince/news/editorial/story.html?id=07930fb2-ad7f-4690-a95e-36ece1496a4a">No sirens on emergency vehicles at night.</a><br /><br />WHAT?<br /><br />This REALLY burns my cookies.<br /><br />Mayor Sullivan appealed to Premier Gordon Campbell last year asking him to change the law regarding emergency vehicles and siren usage. Apparently the Mayor's sleep was being disrupted in his chic Yaletown condo. Effective January 31, 2008, emergency vehicle drivers around BC are encouraged to use their discretion when driving later at night.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Edited to note: City of Vancouver emergency vehicle drivers have chosen NOT to turn off their sirens...beautifully ironic...isn't it?</span><br /><br />Um...dude...get a freaking grip. SO WHAT if you lose a few minutes of sleep because a fire truck, ambulance or police car are heading to or from an emergency. Just take a nap at work! No one will notice the difference<br /><br />As it stands right now, Vancouver residents are HORRIBLE when it comes to getting out of the way of emergency vehicles. I am frequently stunned at the average driver's inability to get out of the way of flashing lights and sirens. And pedestrians are even worse!<br /><br />Dear God in heaven Sammy...get your head OUT of your freaking butt and grab a clue! There are better things for you to be spending your time on than politeness and loud sirens! Why don't you check out the homeless in the Downtown Eastside Sammy? Or better yet...just trade spaces with them. Allow a few to shack up in your condo while you sleep under that cardboard box. Then maybe the sirens won't wake you up as much...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-67355679933116270512008-01-31T16:09:00.001-08:002008-12-10T13:22:50.791-08:00When the cat's awayI work in an office with a bunch of VERY hard working creative people. We have all had extremely stressful weeks, what with crazy clients, unrealistic deadlines and impossible dreams.<br /><br />Today...for whatever reason...we were a bit slow. And our two biggest practical jokers were out of the office...<br /><br />Here is what happened...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnXAOT57LbMuGtlTmrPrhhtRSf6SX5UX1ZB96gQFTHYcQBtir95r6PuMjSji-1VfUCjJkIsuFCh8LDBlOWLtKw-Xtw1a1D8p5eA6W_Scn6Qua6sRpX3BDfBRxdia4CjbiKUCCKn6M3gHi/s1600-h/DSC_0173.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnXAOT57LbMuGtlTmrPrhhtRSf6SX5UX1ZB96gQFTHYcQBtir95r6PuMjSji-1VfUCjJkIsuFCh8LDBlOWLtKw-Xtw1a1D8p5eA6W_Scn6Qua6sRpX3BDfBRxdia4CjbiKUCCKn6M3gHi/s400/DSC_0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161798066907464658" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///Clients/H18/Office%20pics/DSC_0177.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5oSvhy1aUloNTXlqG9s3p-8M6SK7Gnzz1t1hx82rio9lrf6ZBC_QqiV1HWTVHojV-_V2TMPtUlk4FELmZGpqg2S9HfUCB-n7vlDNTV5RUJO8eYY10HUdRkTM-C81byhjH2vwBJreOm4vS/s1600-h/DSC_0169.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5oSvhy1aUloNTXlqG9s3p-8M6SK7Gnzz1t1hx82rio9lrf6ZBC_QqiV1HWTVHojV-_V2TMPtUlk4FELmZGpqg2S9HfUCB-n7vlDNTV5RUJO8eYY10HUdRkTM-C81byhjH2vwBJreOm4vS/s400/DSC_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161798204346418146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0l1ZI1AkEmV_ImD69xhb2sSEtrvXn2Wibhs1AjzM415YTZuDFv3QKxLc2OLHdTtm3O2K-Ejoq4HlsY6-IFYqGEEWdR_pn0k3MwRRuXRisKZBaiPBaGcCdNsi8V9yVYi7rDzcG2GOJiqmM/s1600-h/DSC_0177.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0l1ZI1AkEmV_ImD69xhb2sSEtrvXn2Wibhs1AjzM415YTZuDFv3QKxLc2OLHdTtm3O2K-Ejoq4HlsY6-IFYqGEEWdR_pn0k3MwRRuXRisKZBaiPBaGcCdNsi8V9yVYi7rDzcG2GOJiqmM/s400/DSC_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161800557988496386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC59pSD6bq7GlXU-nHM5PNdJuYuDEd-uZ3bPF5WeXf5Uz6sBMaXkOzUEd-jt8lc_KgUWPKl9Gox25GZpJSPlaQ6dCRAVJ9ml3Q5a89pMPo_XykwVnSWB9m3sOEevsMoPvEzo5yVYjWjym0/s1600-h/DSC_0176.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC59pSD6bq7GlXU-nHM5PNdJuYuDEd-uZ3bPF5WeXf5Uz6sBMaXkOzUEd-jt8lc_KgUWPKl9Gox25GZpJSPlaQ6dCRAVJ9ml3Q5a89pMPo_XykwVnSWB9m3sOEevsMoPvEzo5yVYjWjym0/s400/DSC_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161800270225687538" border="0" /></a>Needless to say...I am never going on vacation...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-28628515489197947862008-01-31T15:39:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:22:51.747-08:00Talk to the hand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMKauBbF4hbpbj-0a4sng95zlF_UV5qoHueKx_-bE_Nu_tIfB8AboVd32bMe7-ppjbSw144oo05f5IwYvTxXm6-qRbaQn-gLHSbJdAfMTr78m3dUb2u9dX9ClSaE9RoZpU3rR8huz4C3O/s1600-h/hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMKauBbF4hbpbj-0a4sng95zlF_UV5qoHueKx_-bE_Nu_tIfB8AboVd32bMe7-ppjbSw144oo05f5IwYvTxXm6-qRbaQn-gLHSbJdAfMTr78m3dUb2u9dX9ClSaE9RoZpU3rR8huz4C3O/s400/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161789876404831170" border="0" /></a>This morning as I was crossing Burrard on my way to the office, the woman in front of me held up her hand to all cars. She didn't just casually lift her hand to say "Hey! Thanks for stopping" or even "Hey! Nice wheels!". No, she FLUNG her hand towards the cars waiting patiently for us as we crossed the road as if to say "LOOK AT MY HAND! IT IS POWERFUL AND MIGHTY, YOU ASSHOLE DRIVER!!!"<br /><br />I witness this kind of behaviour frequently when navigating my car through Vancouver traffic...and I am going to be honest with you...it simply does NOT illicit the response that I think this lady is thinking it does.<br /><br />It takes EVERY ounce of my restraint to NOT step on the gas and run over pedestrians that "give me the hand". Do they really think the only reason I'm not running them over is because of their hand? That I say to myself "OH! Its a hand! I guess I won't run the red light and mow down this pedestrian because of THE HAND!"?<br /><br />Silly walkers. What I, and I am guessing every other driver being given "the hand" is thinking is "I really want to run you over. Desperately. Do you REALLY think I'm that dumb? Do you REALLY think you are that much better than me because you are a pedestrian? You are an idiot. I want to make you road pizza. Grrrrrrrrr."<br /><br />Perhaps I have a bit of pent up rage I need to deal with...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-24991067895077413522008-01-21T16:54:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:22:52.096-08:00Thumbs Up: Once<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCba1Opr4uWY_xiiUbgAo-78tGZdqyZKamj1cY4CqOaqYKUUORhzpLlKPLuN6Bxavwrwb8O15vNwh3-xV1T2H1E_1TE_JzrykaQbCu4bB3mG1A4pLVi6bJM0pinmJqnS1qjIkDQd7ASDqB/s1600-h/once_press.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCba1Opr4uWY_xiiUbgAo-78tGZdqyZKamj1cY4CqOaqYKUUORhzpLlKPLuN6Bxavwrwb8O15vNwh3-xV1T2H1E_1TE_JzrykaQbCu4bB3mG1A4pLVi6bJM0pinmJqnS1qjIkDQd7ASDqB/s400/once_press.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100243246039314" border="0" /></a>I<br /><br />LOVED<br /><br />THIS<br /><br />MOVIE!<br /><br />There...got that out of the way.<br /><br />The hubby and I watched <a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/once/">Once</a> about a month ago. We had been wanting to see it for sometime, but hadn't really gotten around to it.<br /><br />That, my friends, was a mistake.<br /><br />This is truly a lovely lovely movie.<br /><br />Nothing explodes.<br /><br />No one dies.<br /><br />There is no gratuitous nudity, violence or really...anything.<br /><br />It is a movie that I defy anyone...ANYONE to watch and not smile about when the movie is done.<br /><br />The story is simple...<br /><br />Guy meets Girl (that's actually how they're billed in the credits). Guy and Girl sing. So they sing together, find out they kind of like each other...but its complicated. So they continue to sing. Alot. But its lovely music. So its a musical, but not in that "I am so happy I am going to burst into song and do a nifty dance move" kind of musical. Its a movie about music. And good music at that.<br /><br />And it rocked.<br /><br />The movie is set in Dublin, so the scenery is marvy, the accents are brilliant and the scarves are snuggly. The music will engage your heart.<br /><br />"Guy" is played by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0360598/">Glen Hansard</a> the lead singer, guitarist and a founding member of Irish rock group <a href="http://www.theframes.ie/">The Frames</a>. His only other acting experience comes from another wee Irish movie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101605/">The Commitments</a>. "Girl" is played by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2461627/">Marketa Irglova</a>. All the music in the film was written by the two of them. Hansard and Irglova previously released an album together called "<a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=10:dxfuxqqdldse">The Swell Season</a>."<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mIpwx5lA5I&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mIpwx5lA5I&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />To quote Stephen Spielberg (yup...thats right...Stephen Spielberg)<br />"A little movie called <i>Once</i> gave me enough inspiration to last the rest of the year."<br /><br />And it will...really...it will...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-45832349335439943182008-01-14T20:35:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:22:52.454-08:00You can take the girl off the island...I grew up on Vancouver Island in the <a href="http://www.cowichan.bc.ca/">Cowichan Valley</a>. It was a lovely and slightly idyllic existence on a farm with goats, cats and a really smelly dog named Flashy.<br /><br />There are a few ways to recognize a girl that grew up SO CLOSE to Duncan (but not Duncan itself. this is key. Its like Surrey and White Rock. Trust me on this) They include:<br /><ol><li>Her love of heavy metal. Specifically Metallica, AC/DC, The Scorpions and Megadeth</li><li>Her ability to drink anyone under the table at any time</li><li>Her ability to tell the difference between a Jersey and a Holstein (they are cows by the way)<br /></li><li>Her big hair<br /></li><li>Her overwhelming glee at the resurgence of shows like...<br /></li></ol><a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/">AMERICAN GLADIATORS!!!</a><br /><br />Oh the cheese. Oh the yelling. Oh the ludicrous outfits and even more ludicrous names.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/bios/wolf.shtml">Wolf</a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvgdbQRde2XYTSsuJXiEGtgjP0dAgwuztYvUiMaoPH-tpJSkE27XB7pn6bXt0Y8hkGbTrNUIEgHRF3bPCJ5my28F18kOrGMHLAupXyo1zZI0Qbd-9PWlBj9tl0x6ysPKRb150I2Y2-nyl/s1600-h/wolf_015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvgdbQRde2XYTSsuJXiEGtgjP0dAgwuztYvUiMaoPH-tpJSkE27XB7pn6bXt0Y8hkGbTrNUIEgHRF3bPCJ5my28F18kOrGMHLAupXyo1zZI0Qbd-9PWlBj9tl0x6ysPKRb150I2Y2-nyl/s400/wolf_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155563175999521010" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/bios/hellga.shtml"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/bios/hellga.shtml">Hellga</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDhDSVkxmz4t1sZA0g3O5mwAVrEMjAJMrKp_EaQ3XYPoi-4W-DUEJcFqcCaLzgWDWKxYZzmfr6qIRjBWocCF7mMhDmJ8467JfGGjRxulAsqA_mlSEzksA6o60uLcgx6LhqckyCPBxeREJ/s1600-h/Helga_008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDhDSVkxmz4t1sZA0g3O5mwAVrEMjAJMrKp_EaQ3XYPoi-4W-DUEJcFqcCaLzgWDWKxYZzmfr6qIRjBWocCF7mMhDmJ8467JfGGjRxulAsqA_mlSEzksA6o60uLcgx6LhqckyCPBxeREJ/s400/Helga_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155564172431933698" border="0" /></a> AND its hosted by <a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/hosts/index.shtml">Laila Ali and Hulk Hogan</a>!<br /><br />OH THE JOY!<br /><br />All this joy go me to thinking about the old classic American Gladiators. Whatever happened to them? Malibu, Lace and Nitro...where are they now???<br /><br />Well thanks to the CRACKERJACK research of my fantastic coworker I found <a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/hosts/index.shtml">THIS</a>!<br /><br />WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-50290107110402024972008-01-10T13:26:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:22:52.752-08:00Happy anniversary to me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCXwmKRAfSEYZPayI7N9mL8C6OXqJ_tu6jnvqTMFPS9FAikZwKnXOfRIBhXnxGkQVmllDwYfIStQtlJ_ityXhBkZ3q_An76mws6xMtk8xfwyueIwZGaJr9hK9Rt2Iy5BulnG_yOYTRuS7/s1600-h/em-happy-anniversary-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCXwmKRAfSEYZPayI7N9mL8C6OXqJ_tu6jnvqTMFPS9FAikZwKnXOfRIBhXnxGkQVmllDwYfIStQtlJ_ityXhBkZ3q_An76mws6xMtk8xfwyueIwZGaJr9hK9Rt2Iy5BulnG_yOYTRuS7/s400/em-happy-anniversary-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153962909839737058" border="0" /></a><br />A year ago (almost) I started this blog with the intention of writing more, expressing myself, doing something creative and bringing light to the world.<br /><br />pause for the chorous of angels.<br /><br />As of late, I have been EXTREMELY lax in my blogging. I could come up with a variety of exciting excuses...but alas, it just comes down to being VERY VERY LAZY!<br /><br />yes, its sad.<br /><br />But NO MORE!<br /><br />I will be better now that the year has started and I am newly motivated!<br /><br />I will blog about the adventures I have on BC Transit like this morning when I was hit on by a REALLY cute 21 year old med student on the bus on the way to work. Did I mention he was REALLY cute? However, I became SO distracted by the fact that I "still have it" (YAY ME) that I missed my stop and had to walk an extra 10 blocks to work in the rain.<br /><br />pause as my husband falls over in hysterical laughter at what a dork his wife is.<br /><br />I will blog about my love for my job. Seriously. I LOVE MY JOB!<br /><br />I will blog about new exciting shows like the <a href="http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/">RETURN OF AMERICAN GLADIATORS</a> which has me embarrassingly excited.<br /><br />I will NOT blog about the fact that I am doing a cleanse again. And that I am REALLY craving cheese and I am only on day three.<br /><br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA<br /><br />I WILL blog about the fact that I am in a show! YAY ME! I am doing the Vagina Monologues at the Red Robinson Show Theatre in Coquitlam on March 1! SNAP!<br /><br />I will blog about the rehearsal process of the aforementioned show including my experience with the "make your own vagina" craft project that I will be participating in this coming Sunday.<br /><br />no, I did not make that up.<br /><br />And SO MUCH MORE!<br /><br />The spirit has moved me...and has me moving FAST baby!sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-8413044725954389482007-11-17T09:06:00.000-08:002007-11-17T10:21:06.553-08:00A whole new worldI am the goddess of transit.<br /><br />I can now tell you in no uncertain terms the 7 different reliable ways that will get you from the Edmonds area in Burnaby 4th and Burrard. I can tell you which routes have the best bus drivers (the 84 UBC all the way) and what routes will have the most angry people (the 7 Powell at 5:00 pm is alarming).<br /><br />I can also tell you what classes where all the med students live (Robson and Burrard), where the rude people live (near Granville Island) and the music choices of the transit travelller on which route (the 44 UBC appeals to the Christian Rock listener while the 84 UBC has a fair amount of emo).<br /><br />Its a whole new adventure for me! A world of new people to watch!<br /><br />HOORAY!sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-63285158057406262812007-11-12T19:59:00.001-08:002008-12-10T13:22:52.975-08:00There are no words...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMCTNP8aRC8IKPmT2G4iO_6A_jwoNgy-H_hxSUEAWsc8Fwj6fFSunLtjRcdoBdKgDd0l5jqfOKIjkp1JWTbC0qQmAM2bnI_sBdX5HGSgoSejYCqiQEPzKSZDGRIPClf1T8LRtyMqYYsOG/s1600-h/paris_lipstick1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMCTNP8aRC8IKPmT2G4iO_6A_jwoNgy-H_hxSUEAWsc8Fwj6fFSunLtjRcdoBdKgDd0l5jqfOKIjkp1JWTbC0qQmAM2bnI_sBdX5HGSgoSejYCqiQEPzKSZDGRIPClf1T8LRtyMqYYsOG/s400/paris_lipstick1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132169765606561746" border="0" /></a>thank you <a href="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/2007/11/12/ahhhhhhhhhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha/">Evil Beet</a>...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-28749311062059471312007-11-12T19:03:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:22:53.384-08:00Fashion is not for the faint of heart...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rNh4pRC11G7QCuGKA69VYkBVMbCqVofJCMZzGKj1pflOcTnLamBD8lKpfidj_KvOhpEcVlKBBg0U-pklzp9CmA3OTwnCtl94fUKpZQKOYzYcnoGDWC7WPVLrZT_doSUWqxmoxd5h9Xn5/s1600-h/iman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rNh4pRC11G7QCuGKA69VYkBVMbCqVofJCMZzGKj1pflOcTnLamBD8lKpfidj_KvOhpEcVlKBBg0U-pklzp9CmA3OTwnCtl94fUKpZQKOYzYcnoGDWC7WPVLrZT_doSUWqxmoxd5h9Xn5/s400/iman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132157963036432322" border="0" /></a>I think if I had all the time in the world...you know, didn't have to work for a living or any of that stuff, I would dabble in fashion design.<br /><br />And jewelry design.<br /><br />And cooking.<br /><br />And light automotive repair.<br /><br />Okay, I'm not so good at the focusing thing, but I WOULD love to be a fashion designer.<br /><br />I remember making clothing for my Barbies when I was young. I made tiny ball gowns, accessories, costumes etc. <br /><br />I made my grad dress in grade 12, much to the chagrin of my grad date as I was sewing up until 2 hours before the dance.<br /><br />I love to sew, create, play with clothing and fabric, but these days, I just don't have the time or the room. <br /><br />Stupid apartment living.<br /><br />Lately, I have been getting my fashion fix from <a href="http://www.slice.ca/Shows/ProjectRunwayCanada/Default.aspx">Project Runway Canada</a>.<br /><br />I am quite impressed by it actually. It has its own personality and the designers do some great stuff. I don't really understand why Iman is hosting...I would have thought someone like Linda Evangelista would have been a better choice, but Iman isn't too bad.<br /><br />My current favourite designer on the show is Biddell.<br /> <p>He is a self-taught designer. From skater gear to bridal gowns, Biddell’s self-described “Street Couture” has been featured in boutiques in Calgary, Vancouver (<a href="http://www.elkartel.com/">El Kartel</a> has carried his line), and Victoria. He describes his aesthetic as loud and clean—clothes that get noticed. </p>I LOVE his stuff-so fun and crazy. I am going to have to track down his stuff. Its fierce baby...fierce. <br /><br />GO BIDELL GO!sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-50913905298790870292007-11-08T09:54:00.000-08:002007-11-08T10:01:10.856-08:00ooops...My husband berated me last night for being a bad blogger. <br /><br />Which is, of course, true.<br /><br />I have been a HORRIBLE blogger.<br /><br />I blame my job.<br /><br />In the past, I blogged at work due to boredom and general job hatred.<br /><br />I now love my job so much I may explode.<br /><br />So I need to actually blog at home. On my own time. wow. THAT will be a challenge.<br /><br />Except for today. Today I am blogging at work as there is a small lull before the sacrifice.<br /><br />I am not making this up.<br /><br />Today we are sacrificing a 21’’ flat screen monitor and a 1998 vintage Mac Laserwriter printer at the top of the back stairwell.<br /><br />I love my job.sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-43946018997759146962007-10-15T16:37:00.000-07:002007-10-15T16:53:12.612-07:00Blog Action DayToday is <a href="http://blogactionday.org/">Blog Action Day</a>!<br /><br />Today thousands of bloggers around the world are blogging about the environment.<br /><br />I know issues surrounding our little green planet can be contentious to say the least. I am sure many people find the concept of global warming confusing and insurmountable.<br /><br />What can we do? Is there anything TO do? Is this all one colossal conspiracy to get Al Gore in office?<br /><br />So today...the lights are going off and the veggies are coming out at the Acting Responsible household. We area going to work on minimum electrical power, turn down the heat and eat a low footprint meal containing organically grown local produce for dinner! YAY US!<br /><br />Here are a few fabulous resources that not only help you make your OWN decision on climate change and global warming, but will help you to do YOUR part to keep our planet happy, healthy and here for a long long time...<br /><br />What are YOU going to do???<br /><br /><a href="https://www.wecanlivegreen.com/index.html">We Can Live Green</a><br />A fantastic portal for all things you may need to go and live green. From cosmetics to food to travel, the folks at We Can Live Green have put together an amazing list of resources!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.greentechmedia.com/">Greentech Media</a><br />Have some money burning a hole in your pocket that you need to invest RIGHT NOW? The folks at Greentech Media have your back!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.desmogblog.com/">DeSmogBlog</a><br />The folks at DeSmogBlog are aiming to clear the PR Pollution that clouds climate science. Not really sure what to believe? The pr pundits at DeSmogBlog can help you find all the information you may need on BOTH sides of the debate!!!sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-31188517226115718722007-10-15T08:18:00.000-07:002008-12-10T13:22:55.154-08:00The Final countdown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLAMwvJ5gcOKbAUu06y3YHg0OCitnaWFb_krSnSMLBjLJ-X3DmrK15Is8u_B3J_y9rsevuIJ2ylemulc9fO9OCfZTSmtH4Wpe5xw2amrZLTJDUgNWXgOJzRCqS4f-VltNlSzSjuvx1Iwsw/s1600-h/The_Final_Countdown_single.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLAMwvJ5gcOKbAUu06y3YHg0OCitnaWFb_krSnSMLBjLJ-X3DmrK15Is8u_B3J_y9rsevuIJ2ylemulc9fO9OCfZTSmtH4Wpe5xw2amrZLTJDUgNWXgOJzRCqS4f-VltNlSzSjuvx1Iwsw/s400/The_Final_Countdown_single.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121583566590756274" border="0" /></a>WOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!<br /><br />It's the last week of work for me.<br /><br />I can't stop grinning.<br /><br />For the last few days, whenever people see me they say.<br /><br />"Wow...you are glowing. Why do you look so happy?"<br /><br />BECAUSE I AM ALMOST DONE MY JOB! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!<br /><br />I have two days with the hated board president Mimi (yech). I am going to try to be the bigger person (although that is physically impossible. The woman is built like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Perry_%28American_football%29">Refrigerator Perry</a> and smells like llama poop). It should be interesting. They have decided not to hire anyone to replace me, which is both a compliment and insulting as it means that I am irreplaceable (yah me), AND they think that they don't need anyone to do my job (jerks).<br /><br />I am trying not to care too much. I put so much into this job and I have seen so much growth and I KNOW they are going to lose all of that. I am hoping that they wake up and realize how important the relationships etch I set up are for them, but I am not holding my breath.<br /><br />It alarms me how horrible they have been in fact. One would think that being the worlds smallest non profit, they would try to avoid burning bridges and try to cultivate me as a volunteer and supporter. Instead they have alienated me. It does reaffirm my thought that they all live with their heads firmly planted up their asses though...<br /><br />Soon...it will all be over and I will start the new DREAM job at the new fantastic place. They have already given me my office mug and new email address:) I feel so loved...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-36382653574339281752007-10-11T08:55:00.000-07:002007-10-11T09:01:38.401-07:00Is it just me, or is this a redundant conversation?I had the following conversation with our building manager on Tuesday after the heinous car abuse that my wee little Protege had suffered...<br /><br />Me: "Hi, I wanted to talk to you about the break in to my car."<br /><br />He: "There is nothing I can do about it. Call ICBC."<br /><br />Me: "Yes...I know that. I've done that already. I just thought you should know that our car got broken into. As did quite a few others."<br /><br />He: "Yes, I talked to them yesterday. Its not very good. We should get cameras, but the strata won't pay for it"<br /><br />Me: "I can see how that would be a problem. I also need a new access card as mine was taken from my car. Yes, i know we aren't supposed to leave them in the car, but you wouldn't give us two so we had to leave it in there as there are two of us with one car."<br /><br />He: "Oh no! That's not good. Now they can get in the parking garage!"<br /><br />Um...I think that may be where the problem started in the first place.<br /><br />The apartment hunt has begun-west end, main street and downtown-I hear you calling me!sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073098216752343321.post-83038895281439348212007-10-09T09:42:00.000-07:002007-10-09T09:50:37.740-07:00Thou pribbling clapper-clawed giglet!I have discovered the online <a href="http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/shake_rule.html">Shakespearean Insult Kit</a>.<br /><br />Oh kit, where have you been all my life?<br /><br />I really need it today, for some errant fen-sucking miscreants BROKE INTO MY CAR!<br /><br />RRRRRRRRRRRRRR<br /><br />There I was, calmly enjoying turkey, roast and a copious amount of wine, beer and Jack Daniels at the in-laws on Vancouver Island when some puny boil-brained varlet was SMASHING MY DRIVERS SIDE WINDOW. IN MY SECURE UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE!!!! And they stole NOTHING! NOTHING!<br /><br />RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR<br /><br />A pox on their houses.<br /><br />This week is not starting off well...not starting off well at all.<br /><br />I need to laugh.<br /><br />Perhaps THIS will do...<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZYRGk4VzDo"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZYRGk4VzDo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Ahhhhhhhhh<br /><br />Thank you Pete and Brian...thank you...sasskittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248048951404231566noreply@blogger.com0