Sunday, November 30, 2008

Last one I promise...

One more classic quote from K-lunk:

While we were watching the countdown to "Britney: For the Record", the video for "Hit me Baby One More Time" came on and this came out of Kelsey's mouth:

"I remember thinking 'I need to get some track pants and a sports bra...and some boobs' when this video came out."

High Maintenance Sissy

I am happy to report to everyone that Kelsey is still her same old self, despite some of the crap she's been feeding you on her blog. Take this conversation for example:

Kelsey: I've changed my mind for a stocking stuffer (for all you readers, her previous requests were three different CDs)
Me: Oh yeah?
Kelsey: Yup. I would prefer a MacBook.....I'll have to get a bigger stocking, but I'm sure we can arrange that.

One MacBook coming up, sissy!

PS - just kidding about the "crap she's been feeding you" part. She's making some pretty incredible progress, in various areas.


Hearting moving

Wow, I just looooove moving. NOT.

I know...who says "not"these days?

Brodie is coming to pick up all our wordly possessions here on Tuesday and will tranport them via uhaul to Calgary on Wednesday.

We get the keys to our new house tomorrow!! Yayayaya. I so wish I could be there, but sadly I am hibernating in fort Mcmurray until Wednesday, when I fly to Calgary for work. It works out perfectly becauseim going to stay there until Monday. This way I can play director and make sure everything goes where it needs to and not just where Brodie thinks it should go! Haha. Just kidding. Love ya brod...

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Friday, November 28, 2008

Shoot me an e-mail

For those of you who received the e-mail notification that I'd posted an even better revenge-getting photo of my sis, she signed in to my account and deleted it.

Just send me an e-mail if you'd like to be privy to this fantastic shot. Trust me, it's worth it. Think face masks and towel turbans.


Revenge is sweet

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-----Original Message-----

Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 03:34:17
To: <>
Subject: Revenge is sweet

I just needed to get this piece of revenge after my sister's "Lanette Raging" facebook pic a couple weeks ago.

This was taken at 7:10 a.m. last Sunday, post-bash.

Love you Kels! oxo
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Sunday, November 23, 2008


The last two weekends have been fun for me, but not so fun for my poor liver. My liver, during its 27 year life span, has rarely been put to the test. And I like it that way. Unfortunately, since my sister's arrival in September, putting this vital organ through all kinds of demanding agility tests has become somewhat of a regular occurrence. Well, at least for the last two weekends.

Last Saturday we hosted a CFL Western Division Final party. With two other invitees. It got ugly. The game started at 2:30 and at 6:11 p.m. Kelsey and Mike found themselves in the liquor store purchasing some more entertainment juice.

Yesterday I thought we'd have a few people over for dinner (pork tenderloin, roasted carrots, cauliflower, dinner rolls, salad and crab cakes, in case you were curious), so Kristen, Mike, Jesse and Dan came over at 7. Dinner turned into Drink Fest.

Using the amount of time I've spent on this couch today as my only point of reference, I seriously advise against drinking a mudslide conconction, two glasses of red wine and then vodka & OJs. Leg wrestling competitions, an unfinished game of Scene It, bathtub naps and kinder surprises are only some of last night's memories. The others are stowed away in some foggy area of my brain.

Well, it's been awhile since I've blogged an actual update, so I thought I'd toss this one out there.

Miss you all. xo

PS - We learned yesterday that we will soon be homeless, so if anyone knows someone who's looking for two fantastic sisters to be their roommates, please pass along our names.

Friday, November 21, 2008


I have always wanted to go to Broadway. While not musically talented myself, I love being able to see people on stage belting it out for a huge audience that soaks up every minute of it.

The shows I want to see? Rent...Annie...the Lion King...Grease...Momma Mia...

That's my one minute of writing for today....

Sunday, November 16, 2008

One minute writer

I stumbled upon a pretty cool blog today called "The One Minute Writer". As you'll see, every day they post a new theme and encourage bloggers to write for one minute. I think it's a great way to start blogging more, and considering I was struggling with the lack of insightful information on this little ol' blog of mine, I also figured it would help infuse some interesting content. I could be dead wrong. Or, I could be write. Let's hope it's the latter. I know. Terrible pun. Anyways...


I probably have several habits that others would like me to change. Over the years I've chewed my fingernails, but as long as I keep 'em painted and lookin' pretty, this doesn't usually seem to be a problem for me. One bad habit that remains is picking away at my poor cuticles. A bad cuticle can go a long way in making one's nails/hands look like they've gone through a food processor. Not a nice picture.

Okay, time's up...

Escape to the City

I recently spent a week in Calgary with the loves of my life - my pup, Barkley, and my bf Brody. The weather was fantastic and Barks and I spent a good amount of time hiking in the hills of Bowmont park. I took my camera along on our Sunday trek and was able to capture some pretty good shots. A good camera can make a poor photographer shine. I heart my camera.
A walk in the park + Brod

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Sunday, November 9, 2008. A fall hike in Bowmont Park, Calgary, AB.
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Saturday, November 8, 2008

Another train ride

Today as I ride on the train en route to a manicure and pedicure, I am thinking of only one thing: why haven't they found a cure for tuberculosis?

I'm pretty sure the man across from me is infecting me at this very moment.

Have I mentioned I love public transit?
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Friday, November 7, 2008

I now clearly remember why I hate public transit, specifically, the C-train.

After walking out of the downtown shopping centre following a Banana Republic escapade, I located the nearest platform and walked down the street to jump on the train. Little did I remember that I exited the building on the opposite side than I entered, hence turning myself around.

Of course, I didn't pay attention to which train I was hopping on because in Calgary, they get me to the same destination........that is, if get on one heading in the RIGHT direction. So, as the train takes off, I brace myself and wait for the brief ride home. Zoooooommmm......"Hmmmm" I say to myself as the scenery looks different than I expected. Sure enough, on comes the annoying lady over the PA to tell me the next stop is Centre St station. Ugh!!!!!

So, off I stepped as my eyes darted around for the closest northbound platform.

Oh how I'm dreading my eventual return to the land of public transit where the deepest conversations revolve around 15 year old boyfriends and "too much hairspray in my bangs".........
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

If I could be anything...

Over the course of my mid-length life I have considered a number of careers--everything from waitress (at the age of four or five) to teacher (seven, eight and nine) to lawyer (ten, eleven, twelve) sports broadcaster (thirteen, fourteen, fifteen) before finally landing on what I really wanted to do: PR/Communications. At least, I HOPE that's what I want to do.

After taking a career aptitude test at 16, I was forced to choose between nut sorting, mattress making (yes, I'm serious...don't ask) and PR. I knew nothing about public relations at the tim, but after reading up on it, I decided it was the career for me - lots of writing, project managing, etc. etc. etc. Today, I work in employee communications, although my job seems to be turning into more of a change management role. I find my work interesting enough

But, in the back of my mind, there is always a little piece of me that wishes I could do something different. Something where the words I would write could inspire people to think, act or feel differently. Never have I been more interested in speech writing than during this U.S. election.

Every time I hear a speech, even outside of this crazy political race, I find myself focused on the words, the rhythmic patterns, the use of alliteration. The delivery.

After hearing John McCain's concession speech last night, I couldn't wait to hear Obama's victory speech. Unfortunately, my glass of red wine put me to sleep before the new president took the stage, but I googled his speech today and was able to read through the transcript. It was incredible.

Both of the speeches delivered last night were heartfelt, gracious and exceptionally inspiring.

I have a lot of respect for political speechwriters and I think McCain and Obama have two of the best.

Perhaps one day more will come of this crazy dream of mine.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

You never know who-or what-lurks behind the shower curtain

Living with your sis later in life reveals some quirks you never knew existed. Take this for example:

I've heard Kelsey get up from bed after she's gone to bed and until last night, I didn't understand why I always heard the shower curtain get pulled back. In fact, I didn't realize it happened every time she gets up to pee in the middle of the night until she told me last night that she pulls it back to make sure no one's hiding in the tub!

Love you Kels!!

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Purity balls

Now, to the dirty mind, "Purity Balls" might sound like a bit of an oxymoron, but you are not far off if that's where your mind went. A purity ball still falls under the umbrella of sexual topics, if only for the fact that it has to do with virginity.

That's right. A Purity Ball is held for a daughter to basically give her "purity" to her father for protection. Or, at least I think that's how it goes. It also involves the signing of a document and the exchange of some sort of a ring.

Tonight I caught the last 10 minutes or so of a semi-disturbing, yet fascinating show on television dedicated to this odd-ball ritual.

While I have the utmost respect for those who decide to save it for marriage, celebrating this decision in what must be a painfully awkward ceremony (especially for those girls who have probably already crossed the virginity bridge), is a little over the top. It gets even creepier when you hear the dads professing their fatherly devotion and then start discussing the evil creatures lurking in the shadows waiting to steal their daughter's innocence. Whoa! Wouldn't you love to be one of the boyfriends? Yikes.

Anyway, I say to each her own, but I think spending time with your dad out on the baseball diamond or at the hockey game can often accomplish nearly the same thing...

PS - Mom, don't print this one off and "share it around the office". Thanks.