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You can be a real bag.

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This is the first night we spent on our USA road trippin’ honeymoon. We spent the evening looking at Vancouver Island, in a VW. Rock on :)

I have been so M.I.A. this last month that I have SO much fun stuff to write about! So much, in fact, that I can’t remember any of it.

For starters, I got married in May. I threw, (we threw), a kick ass, stress free, party for our friends to watch us get hitched. Cross #5 off the New Years Resolutions list. Apparently I have to paint a picture for June; you may or may not get an update of that. But – straight after the wedding we did what you would expect. Took off.

McHusband and I drove to the coast of Oregon said hi and then drove to Portland. We spent a good quality 38 hours there. We shopped vintage pendelton, went to the worlds largest and coolest bookstore, (where I got pretty lost somewhere in the purple room? Orange level?!), and we ate at this super cool place called The Fish Grotto.
There’s no sales tax in Oregon, score! Score quite a bit thank you very much. Some Nike, a rose gold Kenneth Cole watch, a pair of 20 year anniversary edition Vans for him, and much more. The one thing we should have bought and didn’t we both have un-buyer’s remorse over.

If I wasn’t trying to post this on my new iPad I’d guarantee there’d be a cool pic to go with that link; check back tomorrow I’ll sort it. 

Sorted.

Chrome is a super company who makes messenger and other bags for all you cool pedal and motorized biker people out there. There’s some ultra aqua proof material and a seatbelt styled clip that doubles as a bottle opener. It’s the most Canadian American bag ever. We both need one.

So! We’ve just, (two seconds ago), decided to take the bikes to Portland and buy two of the bags. Grey for me green for him. We’ll make a day of it, buy beer and ride home.

Ain’t love grand?

Sayanora muchachos

Moi xoxo

Well, I didn’t get a rock chip this year.

When September rolled around and Winter drew ever closer I had a veritable ‘mixed bag’ of feelings towards it. It is one of my two favorite seasons, and I was excited about crackling fires in my wood stove, warm and spicy eggnog lattes, and the general happy feeling of approaching Christmas. On the other hand, I was dreading the long, tough, battle that was going to ensue between my windshield and the ridiculously over-sized “winter abrasive” our back country, hillbilly road workers pass off as legal.

I decided to take a drastic step this year. The only windshield protection / preventative crack maintenance I could think of was a serious one. Prayer. And boy did I pray. I prayed from September until last week; “Lord, I declare a crack free winter for my little windshield here, thanks in advance”, “I rebuke the plans of Emcon (aforementioned local hillbilly company)! Get thee behind me sandman!” And so forth.

I felt good, I even felt victorious. I was having good feelings about the winter ahead.

I should have prayed for the whole damn thing. I can tell you that there is no mere ‘crack’ anywhere in the windshield. The whole friggen thing blew out. But I, and the two dogs, are alive and un-hurt. Now I get to go truck shopping. I’m thinking Mitsubishi Pajero, check them out here.

Good by Mits Bishi, I loved you incredibly.

Moi xoxo

P.S. Besides the dogs, I decided the most important thing to extract from the destroyed vehicle was my Urban Decay NAKED eyeshadow pallet… who am I? I blame, (thank), Celina.

Good Morning Monday!

So the weekend was fun :) I picked up Herman, and Herman jr and moved them back to good old Port McNeill. I am so happy, the Christmas Season is going to be lovely with humans on the other side of the wall.

I started reading Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks. I was surprised to see it was a war story. War/November, always seems to go together. (Rememberance Day any Canucks out there? It’s the 11th).

I nabbed an amazing steal for a great early Christmas present for the dogs, and me. $20 dog beds from Costco. You can see, compared to my R2D2 Halloween costume, the beds are massive! So excited that my couch.bed may get a break.

Happy Monday! I spent the morning on a lovely trail ride with my sister and two ponies. Perfection.

Ciao

Moi xoxo

New Product! (2)

Firt of all, if you still haven’t gotten the pop culture reference to Ren and Stimpy, you should hang your head in shame. Second of all Here’s my next step in smoking alternatives: Ploom

This is the coolest, most satisfying thing I have ever used in place of smoking, including a tobacco pipe. Let me just tell you, I have the cold of the century right now, and I was so sad that the day my Ploom finally arrived I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, then I had an idea. You see there’s a herbal blend called “Kick-ass Mint”, so I thought “well, I’m drinking a whole hell of a lot of tea right now, maybe I should ‘smoke’ some.” AMAZING. It soothes my throat.

I’m sure I will write more on this little baby later, but for now – go get one. Just click on the picture, load up your cart, and enjoy. Do it now.

Moi xoxo

NEW PRODUCT!!!

just kidding

Guess what I’ve been doing indoors, in public, in front of my parents and friends, beside a new-born, in a car with a teen, in my office? Guess how “not-guilty” I’ve been feeling? Guess how I don’t smell? Guess what I’m doing right now! I’m smoking E-Cigarettes. “E” for electric, excellent, entirely ethical; I’m so elated!

I took myself out for coffee the other day and the guy behind the counter is a kid I’ve known for a while. He told me he was 44 days clean from smoking. I gave him the encouraging pep talk congratulations and he said “you should quite too it’s easy!” “Ahh, little non-smoking evangelist”, I said, “I like smoking, I have never really wanted to quit. It’s not the nicotine my friend”, I smiled condescendingly, “it’s the habit.” Then he whipped it out. The e-cig. I was shocked! Why have I never heard of these? [I had].

I have used my little backward town as my go-to excuse for a number of things:

  • Why I don’t eat more vegetables (produce is expensive and poor selection/quality).
  • Why I don’t do yoga (there’s no one who leads a class here and I’m more than capable of getting myself into real trouble).
  • Why I wear jeans too often (no clothing stores here and hey, everyone else is still wearing pajama pants to IGA).
  • Why I have yet to try an e-cigarette (there’s nowhere to get them here).
     

Unfortunately/fortunately things are a-changin! The Hyde-Creek Esso just brought in Smoke NV products. There’s no nicotine option with Smoke NV, but I told everyone that wasn’t my problem anyway… Now I drove my little self right to the gas station and grabbed a disposable one for $13. I was blown away (hehe).

Guess Who Just Got Cool Again?

You know what? There’s one out there for everyone. I researched these little suckers to death. I wasted a good 10 hours online reading about which one’s are better, more flavors, who has a blue tip and a pink cartridge, which one’s come in gold etc etc. Then I stumbled on this spectacular website and instantly added it as one of my ‘faves’ right in the little header thingy. They’ve done all the work for you and even have coupons for a lot of the companies. Go ahead. NO ONE has an excuse to smoke the real thing anymore. Guess what? You can call me an e-cig evangelist.

Ciao

xoxo

Dancing in the Dark

     So on Tuesday night I thought about packing for the trip. Of course if I actually had packed, the world would have ended or hell would have frozen over while pigs flew around my dazed head. You see I make it a point to never pack until the night before at the earliest, day of being much better suited to my procrastinatory self.

     While I thought about packing I realized I had yet to plan my outfit for the rehearsal dinner. As an immediate family member I have the unique privilege of hanging with the bridal party the night before the big day. We’ll eat good food, drink good wine, and try not to break the wine glasses while smashing our cutlery into them demanding an over-use of PDA.

     Alarmed at the thought of airriving in my skivies I decided the best course of action would be to drink half a bottle of my Merritage blend and try on ever dress in my closet. This quickly spiraled into slapping on some hasty smokey eye shadow, smearing on a bit too much cream blush, and twisting my hair up into a bobby pinned version of “Rufio on the cat walk”, you know, just for the total package effect. [For those of you scratching your heads trying to figure out who Rufio is, think Hook... and shake your heads in shame.] Bangarang! Anyways. So then I proceeded to prance around my house in various arrangements of dress + shoes, skirt + flats + clutch, dress + boots – tights etc. And finally I whittled the list down to two possible choices and skyped TBF. After waltzing in front of the computer in the two very different, equally brand new to the public viewing, and uber tight I-wish-my-boyfriend-was-here to zip/unzip glory. We picked this lovely outfit:

     Of course it nearly goes without mentioning that this is all from www.pinupgirlclothing.com, almost. Love that site. So now I just have to go buy the miracle bra from Victoria Secrets and badabing badabang badaboom! Done.

     Take care peeps, I’m most likely somewhere between Hope and Calgary in a too hot van prattling on about moth mating habits and driving TBF batty.

Moi xoxo

An Elephant Never Forgets

Today is exciting because I’m learning to use Evernote. I’ve hooked up my work PC, my new Macbook Air, and I’m about to download it onto the iPhone. I’ve even labeled one of the tab’s “Work” and started up a Time Management Quadrant. V. Progressive of me wouldn’t you say? Maybe I should stop procrastinating on the internet now.
Moi xoxo

Things that make me :)

     My mom and I went ‘to the big city’ or, ‘down island’ yesterday. It was heaven. Beautiful weather, great girl time, and I bought some clothes that I’d been wishing I’d grabbed a couple of weeks ago. We visited Starbucks twice and we went to Chapters! I love Chapters.

     I walked around the retail section and touched everything. I paged through Moleskine’s for 2012, and gasped at the great new colors for their Volant books. (Next years diary is so going to rock.) I browsed sale sections, gardening sections, brainiac sections. After all my calm and blissful breathing in of everything that makes me happy I did a quick 90° turn, and marched to the Classic lit section.

     I read those bookshelves. I studiously found all the authors and books from the NYR list and I loaded my arms. I wobbled over to a table and started the long, slow, beautiful, and painful selection process. I was only going to buy one book, and I had to pair this mountain down.

     Carefully I read synopsis’, compared prices, compared first sentences. I judged books by their cover, by their characters, by their publishing date. I smelled them, they all smelled new. I agonized over the decision of which book I was going to read on the way to Calgary and back. It had to be relatively easy, I’ve been over indulging in the older ones on the list and I’m mentally pooped. I wanted to be able to love every minute of it and according to John Grisham’s little blurb on the inside cover, I found it.

    

     I’m so excited to be abandoning Vikram Seth for a while to dive into this psychological thriller. I’m sure I’ll burn my way through it and have to pony up on my Suitable Boy reading but whatever.

      I had never heard of The Secret History before getting ready for this year’s reading. I am continually amazed and the books I am being introduced to. Oh, I’m also stoked about the road trip, my new clothes, the fact that my muscles are deliciously sore from P90X… Basically? I. LOVE. SEPTEMBER.

sigh

:)

I’ll be there with bells on

   So my big little brohiem is getting hitched. Dogtango is about to tie the knot, in Calgary – COWTOWN!! – bummer. Not to the wedding, no, to the Calgary. Being strictly from BC I have a responsibility to disdain most provinces; namely Alberta and Ontario. (Why? Um, like because of the Flames, and the Maple Leaves…Canucks are the bomb!) However in the name of love I am going to put my prejudices aside and go to the oil soaked land of the cowboys, and have a great time, gol darn it.

     I couldn’t figure out what to wear for the life of me! I was going to go for this killer dress from Pinupgirlclothing but they have yet to deliver on the “We promise it’ll be ready in July” message. Then, then I found ASOS. (thanks in large part to www.bycelina.com, check out her shopping tab – so much to buy!)

     I bought, they shipped, and I bought some more. Want to know the un-holy, most tempting, absolutely damning part about them? You do don’t you. NO SHIPPING CHARGES!!!!  So I grabbed a great outfit for less than the PUG dress was (sans shipping charges of $30+), and then four days later went back and grabbed some killer accessories on 20% off. I’ll be indulging at least quarterly. Oh it’s a for sure thing.

  Moi xoxo

“Outside of books, what is your guilty pleasure?”

I have been surfing today and stumbled upon this blog!
I would have to say that outside of books my guilty pleasure would have to be online shopping. {Not a surprise to those who read my first post today eh?}
I must state that I love books far more though, and I never feel guilty about slipping into a bath and diving into a book.
xoxo Moi