Lost in Vancouver

A thirty something single woman pretending to be a grown up... Mary Richards with liquor and attitude. Hell, I might just make it after all.

Location: Vancouver, Canada

Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Death and Taxes

Or perhaps it's death by taxes. I'm being bled dry and I'm not happy.

Tuesday, April 29, 2003

Question for the men out there

Okay, so I meet this guy, we get along fine, hang out a few times and all is good. He meets me at a friends place one night and is kind enough to bring her over something for her place that she needed and he had extra of. Later in the week he emails and suggests that we get together for dinner. I don't hear from him. Tonight he calls looking for my friend because he has something for her that she had been looking for. I give him her number and tell him she's at home. He says that maybe he'll stop by and drop it off to her and he'll give me a shout tomorrow nite.

The question here is this: This guy keeps calling me, making tentative plans and then never following through...yet he keeps calling... why? If he has no intention of actually getting together again, why does he keep doing this? Is he trying to hook up with my friend or is he just being nice ?

I need some help on this one.

Canucks 3 - Wild 2

For those of you keeping track, that means that Vancouver currently leads the best of seven, two games to one. I would love to see them win the next game in Minnesota on Thursday and then finish off the series at home on Saturday. The streets are already crazy tonight, with air horns and car horns and hooting and hollering. Saturday will be even crazier.

Tried to do my taxes and decided that I just didn't have the patience, so I'm going to have to get it together and do them tomorrow morning in order to get the all important pre-midnight postmark. I also managed to pick up some groceries and pay some bills, but sadly tidying the flat is going to have to wait until tomorrow... I just don't have it in me today. Happily it appears that tech-support was right and my modem is working again! Feeling more in control already...


I feel like I'm losing control of my life. Now is one of those times. My flat is in a tip, my taxes are due tomorrow, I have a stack of unpaid bills, I have no food in the house and it is stressing me out. I've had lots of time to deal with these things, but I put my 'real life' on hold in order to hang out with my friends and have fun. Yes, I should be able to manage to do both, but lately it feels like I'm living in denial of this 'real life' and hoping that it will all just go away and I won't have to deal with it. Why does that happen?

Going to try to gain control again over the next few days, but I really wish I understood why I just let everything slide in the first place.

This site is experiencing technical difficulties

Actually I have been experiencing technical difficulties with the modem on my laptop, but I am assured that everything is under control now. Let's hope.

Must get back to work now, but will be back later with something fabulous!

Update...actually it will probably be something less than fabulous, based on how I'm feeling right now.

Friday, April 25, 2003

Say it with me now

Go Canucks Go...Go Canucks Go.

Okay have you got that? I'm going to be asking to you to join in a lot over the next few weeks. First game of round two is tonite against the Minnesota Wild (lame name...not a bad team) here in Vancouver and I hope that we kick some serious butt.

Yup, I love my 'nucks.

Green eggs and spam

For the record:

I do not want my penis enlarged.

I do not want to see barely legal co-eds, even if it is for free.

I do not care if I have been selected for a free lifetime adult membership.

My home does not need refinancing.

I do not need to see the latest in home security.

I do not wish to see anyone doing anything with horses.

I do not need a cure for hair loss.

Now that we've cleared that up, get out of my inbox and take all of your friends with you.

Thursday, April 24, 2003

Lost love

Tonight I put away the last picture of my last love. It's been up on my mantle since well before we decided to call it quits in August, and I've finally realized that looking at it isn't helping me.

We met through friends when he was in Vancouver on vacation. We hit it off immediately and within days were planning what we would do when I came to visit in a few months.

It was a doomed relationship from the beginning, with me here in Canada and him in London... neither of us in a position to move and make a fresh start in a new country. Despite that, we tried and we tried damn hard to make things as 'normal' as they could be. We would speak on the telephone twice a day and travel back and forth frequently. The time that we had together was fantastic. We talked about being together and having children... even talked about baby names.

After a year of this we were both financially strapped and the holidays kept getting pushed back. I knew it was going to end, but I clung to the last remnants anyway. Finally, one weekend, we were on the phone and I just said it... Why are we doing this to ourselves? We talked and talked and cried and cried and came to the conclusion that neither of us could live our lives waiting. Waiting for the next trip, and not being able to make any long term plans either together or apart, because we just didn't know where we would be.

For months after the 'official' breakup, we still spoke almost daily. We exchanged gifts on birthdays and at Christmas. I exchanged cards and gifts with his family, who I had met on one of my trips. It was like we were still together... but not.

A few months ago, the calls became less frequent and our commitment to be best mates dwindled. We have our own lives now, far apart from each other and keeping up the contact is probably not healthy. I called him last week and left a message letting him know that since he hadn't returned my last couple of calls, I wouldn't be calling again. I'm pushing on, and dating and trying to live my life with memories of great times and trying to forget how much I loved him.

Tonight I finally did it and took his picture down from the many photos of friends on my mantle. I haven't cried over him in 6 months, but I'm doing it now and saying goodbye and damn it hurts.

Tomorrow I'll be back to posting happy thoughts and giving an account of how my hockey team is doing in the playoffs, but tonight... tonight is for grieving over lost love.

A special treat

Today a colleague gave me this:

As a connoisseur of fine mullet paraphernalia , it made me happy.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Reality Television

I'm really sick to death of reality TV. Please spare me from any more singles humiliating themselves to try to meet their prince/princess. Monica Lewinsky is now hosting a new round of this crap. Why oh why oh why do people watch this stuff? Between this garbage and all of the American Idol/Pop Star/Canadian Idol/Star Search stuff, there is absolutely nothing decent on TV anymore! Except hockey of course, but I have to wait until Friday for that.... sigh. I think I'm going to have to go pick up some new books. Anyone have any recommendations?

Overheard in a bar

The scene: Two thirty somethings standing at the bar in a local establishment, flirting gently and trying to pretend that they're not really chatting each other up. A friend of the female approaches and well within earshot of the male begins to list all the reasons that her friend should not be talking to this particular chap.

"Oh my god... what are you doing? Have you seen the guys he's here with? They are complete losers! You have to judge a person by the company they keep and his friends scream loser, which means that he is a loser too!"

She then proceeds to physically pull her friend away from the bar. The male just looked on in disgust and then walked away.

Who says things like that about someone? Especially when they can hear you?

No I wasn't either of the women involved, but I now understand why some men think that we're all bitches.

Catch up time

This is my attempt to catch up on the last few days, so here we go!

Thursday nite I was not feeling very well, so had planned on staying in and taking it easy. Ah yes...such good intentions. C & G were heading off to Mexico on Saturday so I wound up heading over to their place to wish them bon voyage and have a quiet glass of wine. Of course one glass turned into many and finished with the Divine Miss M and me out at the pub where we ran into my friend B. As you may be able to tell from my Friday 3 am post (made from B's place) it wound up being somewhat of a late evening, or early morning depending on how you look at it.

Woke up way too early on Friday and found myself on B's sofa with him asleep on the floor. He had to get off to work but lent me some movies to watch during the day while I nursed my oh so evil hangover. In order of appearance, I watched Gangster No. 1, The Score, The Full Monty, and finally Almost Famous. Add a hockey game to that and I think its safe to say that I didn't leave the sofa all day (and nite).

Saturday was spent hanging out at my folks' place out in Coquitlam (Ko-kwit-lum) and then shockingly back to the pub with Miss M, where B joined us later. Another very late nite, highlighted by an improptu wrestling match between Miss M and myself (I have no idea how it started), which finished with her managing to pin me down while holding a lit cigarette and not burning me or the carpet. Go figure.

Sunday was very quiet and consisted of sleep and watching hockey. Yup, the road to the Stanley Cup has begun and I'm a happy hockey fan.

Monday was very quiet and I enjoyed catching an hour of that hero of white trash everywhere, Jerry Springer before heading out. To where you ask? Why the pub of course! And that brings us up to Tuesday and game seven of the first round of the playoffs. My liver hurts.

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

I'm back...

And have almost recovered from my drunken weekend. The playoffs (hockey) are going to be the death of me... or at least my liver. Too unfocused to write anything now...back to work and will relay the details of the last few days a little later.

Friday, April 18, 2003


I'm better now. Not so tired and not so feeling shitty. Hooked up with my cutie friend and feeling all good. Gotta .go... will check in tomorrow. Luv ya. drunken kisses Mwah!

Thursday, April 17, 2003


I did wind up finding the tequila, amongst other things, on Tuesday and needless to say I was not feeling altogether healthy yesterday. Of course I chalked it all up to 6 hours in the pub without any food. Unfortunately, after a very quiet nite, I am still feeling somewhat under the weather so I am forced to consider the possibility that I am actually getting sick... just in time for the 4 day weekend. Fabulous!

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

I'm having a baaaaddddd day

I'm venting. I got up very early and made it into work for 7:30 am (I usually come in between 9:30 and 10:00) cuz I have to leave early. Got an email that my request for some tax forms that I have been trying to get for 7 months now, has been pushed off to someone else AGAIN! I'm in the middle of a personal tax audit and if these assholes can't get me these forms NOW I'm going to have to come up with $7500.00 to pay for something that I don't really owe. On top of that, things have been going wrong left, right and center since i walked in the door... "Oh sorry, I know I told you that the cost would be X, but actually its going to be Y"... fucking fabulous... I just told the customer and the account manager X... now they think that either I'm a complete idiot, or we're trying to screw them. Etc, Etc, Etc. I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home! Someone pass me the tequila please.

Monday, April 14, 2003

Quote for today

"Great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger than any material force, that thoughts rule the world."

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Lately I've felt very much out of touch with my spiritual side. This often happens to me in the winter, as I seem to connect most when I am outdoors enjoying nature. In the winter I don't get to do that as much as I'd like so I'm seeking a way to feel that connection all the time. I'm not talking about organized religion, as that doesn't appeal to me at all, but rather a way to achieve the feeling that I get when I am alone, meditating by the ocean or in the mountains. I need that connection.

I've always been drawn towards Buddhist practices and I think that I am going to spend a little time delving further into them. At the very least it will help me with my meditation...at the most...who knows?

Either that or go shopping for shoes.

Saturday, April 12, 2003

Absolutely brilliant

A must see... here

Why ...

...would someone want to break into my car yet again? Let me explain something here, I've been driving the same car since 1990. It is old, it is gutless and it has a dent in the right front fender where I clipped a pole (in a hurray to get out of the airport). There is nothing in my car except a trash bag. I don't have a cd player. So, why oh why do people insist in breaking into it? I wouldn't mind if they didn't screw up the locks when they did it.

This time was the absolute worst: my drivers door would not close because they had spun the clasp thingy in the door that catches on the post thingy (yes, that is the technical term for it) on the body of the car, so instead of looking like a "C" it was a closed circle. Sooooo... how exactly does one drive 20km with a door that will not close? Very, very carefully. I tried initially to keep my arm out the open window, sort of holding the door closed, but that was far too much work, so I did what any woman in my position would. I called my dad.

You have to understand that this is the kind of situation that my father loves. It gives him the opportunity to mickey mouse together some kind of fabulous, one of a kind solution. In this case it involved some very heavy wire and a couple of bungee cords. Laugh if you will, but it worked.

Yesterday morning I reported it to the security folks at my office who were very distressed that I had been broken into on the premises and immediately dispatched a rescue crew of maintenance workers out to my car to see if they could fix the lock. I'm happy to say that they did ... pretty much... and once again, my door closes! Never underestimate the power of a bunch of guys with screwdrivers!

It's all about me

Okay, it's not the best quality... I know... but it's me. Actually it's me about 18 months ago, the night before I left for London for the first time. There is a photo section in the works, but I need to get some pix developed first. Soon.

Thursday, April 10, 2003

Freaks aren't just on the Internet and a blog can save yer ass

I was surfing from blog to blog today (yes, I really do work hard) when I came upon a story that you just have to read. The entry is here and I don't think that Joey will mind me sharing it with you.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

The Diet Coke of evil

Satirewire ran a story back in February 2002 that appears to be making the rounds again. No, it's not really by John Cleese, but it is good for a giggle or two.


My mom called me this afternoon to tell me she was proud of me. Last night she attended a lecture given by Jane Fonda as part of the Unique Lives and Experiences series. My mom told me today that Ms Fonda said that she spent most of her life without really knowing herself because she had always molded her personality around that of the man in her life. Until fairly recently (I'm guessing after the Turner break-up) she had never had her own thoughts and opinions on anything, and now, at her age, she is finally beginning to realize what she actually thinks about things.

My mom called me today to tell me that she was proud of me because I don't compromise who I am in order to meet someone's idea of who I should be. She said that she was proud that I was intelligent and could form my own opinions based on the evidence around me, rather than blindly accepting those of others. She said that she was proud that while I wouldn't mind having a man in my life, I don't need one to be happy.

She almost made me cry. I love my mom.

Tuesday, April 08, 2003


Tell me this guy is not for real. It can't be ... right?

Monday, April 07, 2003

Grey, grey, grey

It is cold and nasty and raining and it shows no signs of letting up any time soon. I know that I live in Vancouver so I have to accept the fact that it rains a lot, but couldn't it be a little warmer? Its mid April already and I actually had the fireplace on tonite. Aw crap, enough whining... off to a hot bath and some bad television. Maybe tomorrow will be brighter...sigh...


I'm pretty sure that I was meant to be born into a family that was independently wealthy. I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about fucking that up for me.

*Update* - I spoke with my folks and they place all the blame on my grandparents... damn them!

Sunday, April 06, 2003

Margaret is a GODDESS

The show last nite was absolutely fantastic. I could go on and on for pages about the show itself, but it all comes down to one thing: she is an amazingly intelligent woman who knows how to make you laugh while still making you think. If you get the opportunity to see her live or to see one of her videos, take it. She is truly brilliant.

A group of very young men

walk into a bar. Not a pub; not a club; a bar. They appear to be approximately 19 years old and visiting from Washington where the drinking age is still 21. They make their way to a table and begin perusing the drinks menu. The bar is not busy yet, but there is a smattering of people in the place as the waitress makes her way over to the boys. She takes their order and hands it off to the barely older bartender, who commences to make their drinks.

Suddenly all heads turn as "Which one of you ordered a chi-chi?!" bellows out from behind the bar. One of the boys slowly raises his hand, aware that all eyes are on him, as the rest of the patrons try, somewhat unsuccessfully, to stifle their laughter.

"Do you even know what a fucken chi-chi is?" asks the bartender. The boy shakes his head no. Laughter can be heard from the women sitting at the bar.

"If I make you a fucken chi-chi I'm gonna have to make you wear the dress that goes along with it... its a pussy drink!" The women at the bar take offence at this, rightly pointing out that no woman (except perhaps on a cruise ship) between the ages of 15 and 75 drinks chi-chis.

"See women won't even drink this shit. You're getting a rye and coke." The boy bravely nods his acceptance and proceeds to take a very very long time to finish his rye and coke, before the group of them moves on to a new location.

This little episode set the tone for my entire evening and sent BK and I into gales of laughter everytime one of us mentioned the word chi-chi. I hope that the boys found a good spot to hang out, and I hope for their sake that they didn't order banana daiquiris at their next stop.

Saturday, April 05, 2003

"Korean-American, fag hag, trash talker, shit starter, girl comic"

Yes... you've got it. I'm going to see Margaret Cho's Revolution Tour tonite at the Vogue, and I am so psyched. She is one of the funniest people I have ever seen and her new show is supposed to be amazing. If you haven't seen her before I recommend checking out I'm the one that I want . It is brilliant, but not for the faint of heart or those with delicate constitutions... she can be quite graphic at times but absolutely hilarious. I am soooo looking forward to it.

BK and I are going to hit a local food and drink establishment for some munchies and bevvies ahead of time and then to the late show. Had a couple of people cancel so am now faced with having to try to sell 2 tix at the venue to try to recoup some $$. Shouldn't be too difficult. Will post my review of the fabulous Ms Cho upon my return... or in the a.m., depending on my typing abilities ...

Friday, April 04, 2003

SARS etc.

I woke up with a terrible headache this morning that has become progressively worse all day, so I've decided to spend a quiet Friday nite at home. I was speaking with a colleague of mine earlier tonite and it seems he is going to be spending a number of quiet evenings at home, at least for the next 10 days. He flew back into town last night after spending the last three weeks on a business trip to Korea. Upon his return he was greeted with the news that he is not allowed to return to the office until they are certain that he did not contract SARS while in Korea or on the flight home.

Needless to say he is none too impressed to be going into 'voluntary' quarantine, especially considering Korea is not considered to be a hotspot for the disease. I don't think I'd mind working from home for the next week. No need to blow dry, put on makeup, iron clothes or any of that. I could just wander around the house in my robe, drinking coffee and working online. Yup...I think I'd be okay with that. When he does come back, we're all going to put masks on to go and talk to him...trust me, it'll be funny.

This week we also received our updated company travel guidelines and I just had to laugh. Effective immediately employees are not allowed to travel to Iraq, Iran, Syria, Yemen, Oman, Saudi Arabia, Afghanistan, Turkmenistan, Lebanon, Jordan, Kuwait, Israel, Pakistan, Qatar, UAE, Turkey or Bahrain for business. Ummm... outside of Israel, has anyone in the company ever travelled to any of these countries for business? Uh... no. Where the hell is Turkmenistan anyway? I have no idea, but I'm guessing somewhere near Turkey or Afghanistan. It's nice to get a company wide email that makes you laugh rather than wince.


Apparently hitting a tree is the least of your concerns here

Once again

I've been out too late and had far too many Strongbows ( I can't help it... I love it), so now I'm trying to figure out why it is that some nights I'm perfectly content staying home and others I feel the need to go out until I can't type properly. WTF??

I don't know. All I know right now is that I need to get some sleep, cuz I have to work in the am.

Night all... talk to ya later.

Thursday, April 03, 2003


There are fifteen (15) Starbucks within walking distance of my place, and those are just the ones that I can think of off the top of my head, which means that there are probably at least 2 or 3 more that I've missed. Add to that the multitudes of other coffee shops, both independent and chains, and you're pretty much assured at least 2 or 3 per block. Do we really need that much coffee?

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

An interesting method of protest

Check it out here. Might be worth a shot... so to speak.


I knew last week that by this time this week I would not want to leave the house and I was dreading that feeling. It's hit now, but rather than oppressive, it actually feels good. The last few days have been incredibly relaxing and I've really enjoyed them. Rather than feeling like a captive in my home, which is how it usually hits, I've felt like I'm just taking some time for myself.

Been catching up on my reading and on watching some movies. Watched The Ring last night. Had heard it was pretty scary, but I was a little skeptical. It was pretty scary, but in a suspenseful, jump out of your chair way, not a gory way. Probably the scariest film I've seen in a while actually. If you have someone that you want to get a little closer to, this is a good film to watch with them.

Finished one of my current reads tonite. I'm a big Ian McEwan fan and have added Black Dogs to my completion list. I didn't enjoy it as much as Atonement but as all of McEwan's work, it was a very satisfying read. God, I sound like a reviewer.

I just finished watching my Canucks (hockey team) tie Phoenix, which is pathetic because they should have won. Now we need LA to beat Colorado tonite if we want to be able to finish on top of the division. Only one game left so its getting pretty tight. Of course, that means that playoffs are right around the corner. YAY! Great, I've gone from sounding like a reviewer to sounding like a hockey geek. Just goes to show that I'm a multi-faceted woman (or something like that). On that note, I'm off to a hot bath and another book.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Stupid and Dangerous

I have a few things that I'd like to share with my fellow drivers and pedestrians.

First, to all you parents out there, while I understand the need to ensure that your toddler's jacket is properly done up, I don't believe that the middle of the road is an appropriate place to do this,especially when it's dark. It is stupid and dangerous and you're damn lucky that I didn't hit you.

Next, I have 2 definitions to share:

Merge: To cause to be absorbed, especially in gradual stages.
To combine or unite.

Yield: To give over possession of, as in deference or defeat; surrender.
To give up (an advantage, for example) to another; concede.

These words are not the same. They don't look the same, they don't sound the same and the damn signs are different. So, please explain to me why it is that as I am entering the freeway, attempting to get up enough speed to merge with traffic, that the driver in front of me ( you know who you are) insists on coming to a complete stop and yielding to the traffic?! It is stupid and dangerous not only for you, but for those of us around you who actually know how to drive.

Finally, to those who feel that tailgating somehow gets them somewhere faster, I have news for you... all that does is make me tap my brakes to get you off my ass. I'm not a slow driver so don't give me that bullshit. If by chance I did have to stop suddenly, the front end of your car would have been in my back seat. It is stupid and dangerous and you should chill the fuck out.

Okay, I'm done now... happy driving


It's been a quiet couple of days for me.. thank goodness! Last nite went and visited my folks and then came home and watched a couple of movies: Hannibal and Memento. I was a little disappointed in Hannibal... I really expected something scary, like Silence of the Lambs, but alas, I had to settle for gory. If you are at all squeamish, you're going to spend a fair amount of time with your eyes closed because it gets pretty gross.

Memento on the other hand, was a pleasant, if somewhat bizarre, surprise. The concept is a man who has zero short term memory trying to avenge the death of his wife and the editing is fantastic. It essentially starts at the end and works forward through flashbacks in order to tell the story. It was not at all what I expected, and not really like anything I had seen before. I'm sure there are those that will disagree, but I think it's definitely worth a look.

Going home tonite (yes, I'm blogging at work... bad girl!) to watch The Ring which is supposed to be scary as hell. I'll let you know after I've seen it.