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

Monday, September 29, 2003

Sports Junkie

I love this time of year. The weather is still lovely and warm, the kids are back in school, and my favorite sports are starting up again.

The NFL regular season is now 25% finished, and the NHL regular season is just about to start. I’m in my glory. My Broncos are undefeated after 4 games, and while my Canucks aren’t exactly stellar in the pre-season, I know that they’ll be fabulous once the regular season starts in about 10 days. I have faith… even when they lose; I have faith that this will be the year that they win the SuperBowl and the Stanley Cup respectively. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it… I’m a fan.

Sunday, September 28, 2003

Sunburn and cheaters

My apologies for not posting sooner, but it has been an absolutely gorgeous weekend and I've been outside enjoying it. I actually got sunburned yesterday. It's the end of September... Who thinks about sunscreen? I was planning a very, very quiet weekend but of course that didn't really happen. Our nice walk yesterday turned into a hunt for the best sunny deck in the city. We settled on Carlos and Buds on Pacific because of their huge patio, cheap margaritas and decent food. This led to missing the barbeque that I was supposed to go to, so apparently I'm in shit. Oh well...what can you do?

Eventually we wound up at the local with the usual suspects and got into a very heated conversation about cheating. More specifically, if your spouse or significant other cheats on you, who do you hold responsible... the cheater, or the person that they cheat with?

Okay, here's my thoughts. If the person I'm with cheats on me with someone, then they are entirely at fault... I don't hold the other person responsible because they have no commitment to me, my boyfriend/husband does. Women will flirt or come on to men who they know are in relationships...that's a fact. It's up to the person in the relationship to decide what they're going to do about it. Temptation exists and if someone gives into it, I don't blame the tempter, but rather the person who gave in.

My friend on the other hand believes that while the cheater is primarily at fault, the tempter also has to take some responsibility for the cheating. She feels that it is morally wrong for someone to flirt with someone in a relationship and that if that flirting leads to cheating then they are both to blame.

Obviously there are a million different things that need to be factored in to any situation and it's not black and white, but what do you think?

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Film? We don't need no stinkin' film

Visiting the folks tonite and going through pix from my brother's wedding. Decided what I wanted and then just went ahead and printed them here. I wish I had a photo quality printer at home. No wait, scratch that... it's much cheaper just to come here. I'm absolutely amazed at how well they turned out... they're gorgeous!

So, here's the question on my mind... is it cheaper in the long run to invest in a decent digital camera and a photo quality printer, rather than continue to pay for film, developing etc? I mean let's face it, half the pictures I take with my Canon don't turn out the way I'd like, but I don't know that until I've actually shelled out for developing etc. Right now I have about 10 rolls of film to take in and it's going to cost a mint. I think I'll just have them put on CD and then I can pick and chose which ones I want rather than shell out for 250 prints, half of which I'll hate.

So what is the better investment: SLR or digital?

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Stuffed rats anyone?

Who buys this stuff??

It's creepy as hell if you ask me.

Pretty woman?

Last night a friend and I got together to catch up on what's been going on in our lives. After a few hours we decided to move our conversation to a local sports bar where the staff is lovely, the Strongbow cold and the clientele primarily young sports fans and business folks after work. We ordered our requisite pitcher and dove back into the conversation (about men, natch), only to be interrupted by the fellow at the next table. He was sitting by himself, but had both a beer and some kind of fruity umbrella drink in front of him. It seems that he was with a lady friend and was looking for some where to go dancing later. Now, this fellow was about 45, unkempt and didn't really look like was comfortable at the pub, let alone any of the places that we tried to recommend, but hey, whatever.

Shortly after this, his friend returned from the bathroom. She was dressed (in a friend's words) like a $10 hooker and appeared to have been ridden hard and put away wet once too often. My friend and I carried on with our conversation but as soon as the 'lady' excused herself again he jumped over to our table.

Guy: So, I just came into some money
Sandy:That's nice
Guy: Yeah, I'm down here trying to spend some of it
Sandy: Well I'm sure your girlfriend will help you out with that
Guy: She's not really my girlfriend... Have you ever seen Pretty Woman?

At this point I would imagine that my mouth dropped and my friend and I just looked at each other. At this point the 'rent a girlfriend' returned, said something to him and they beat a hasty retreat out of there. A few seconds later the manager (a friend) came up to us and suggested that we don't use the ladies for a while. When asked why not he replied with "We're airing it out right now. Some hooker was just smoking crack in there"

Pretty Woman? Oh I don't think so!


After this weekend I have to admit that my recuperative powers are not what they once were. I'm tired and uninspired. Perhaps I'll have an epiphany on the way home and create a fabulous post later tonite. Nah... who am I kidding.... it'll probably be a discussion of which is the most disgusting lunch meat.

Saturday, September 20, 2003

Now where did they put that?

I found this while bloghopping today. It's kind of like a treasure hunt and I love that. There are actually a number of boxes hidden in the greater Vancouver area and I think that I might have to go looking for some of them. I can't believe that I'd never heard of this before. Yes, I'm a geek.

Link via Dozer

Princess Weekend

I've always thought that I'm not one who concerns myself with chronological age. I've learned recently that isn't necessarily true. It's not that I feel bad about getting older - quite the opposite - I carry my age like a badge of honour. I am aware of how both the good and bad experiences of my life have molded me and I like it. I like that I can understand things about myself when I reflect on them in the context of my life. Here's the problem, I think that rather than worshipping youth like so many in this world, I tend to look down my nose at it. I wonder if perhaps it's a defense against having someone look at me like I'm old.

So, what brought this on you ask? Well this is my birthday weekend. Yup, since my birthday falls on Sunday, I get a whole weekend to be a princess and be spoiled. My lovely friends B and Miss M are having a party for me tonite, complete with fabulous food (courtesy of B, my own personal ex-chef), music and some close friends. You're all invited so if you can get here before 2 or 3 am I'll send you the address. Tomorrow I'm having dinner with Mom and Dad and then heading down to catch the closing night of the Bard. Anyone have suggestions for a good restaurant in Kits? It has to have a large menu with both meat and vegetarian selections. I love The Naam but it might be a little too veggie for the folks.
I'm off to take on some decidedly non-princess tasks now: laundry, dishes, washing the floors etc. I guess my princess weekend doesn't really start until I arrive at the party. I can wait.

Friday, September 19, 2003

What do all these things have in common?

Race to the Altar
Big Brother
Paradise Island
American Idol
Canadian Idol
Pop Idol
Star Search
For Love or Money
The Bachelor
The Bachelorette
Meet my Folks
To Serve and Protect
Extreme Makeover
Fear Factor

Yes, you're right, they're all reality tv shows, and I hate them, which is why you will not find any links to them here. I'm tired of this reality television crap. Please make it stop. Pretty please?

Calling Jerry Springer

I really thought folks like this only existed on television. I can hear the chant now... 'Jerry, Jerry, Jerry'.

Link via Little Red Boat

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Welcome back...

Could you Brits please give a big welcome home shout out to Mr Andrew Pitt who is currently winging his way back to the UK after a tremendous 13 days in Vancouver. I am happy to report that Miss M and I are returning him just as we found him, except for a couple of minor nicks and scratches. Oh... and a little bit of liver damage. We'd like our deposit back now. Ta.

The word for today



def: disagreeable physical effects following heavy consumption of alcohol coupled with the strong desire to chew your own arm off to escape the person laying next to you.

Example: "I don't know what the hell I was drinking last night but I woke up in Kits with a killer bangover!"

Have you ever....

Missed someone you barely knew?
Loved someone without knowing their name?
Felt horrible about things you couldn't control?
Ached for something that might not exist?

Well... have you?

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Chicken ... no head... running

Very busy... no time for anything. Things should settle down tomorrow and then I'll be back!

Monday, September 15, 2003

Still whole

It's Sunday and I've been 2 days without my internet connection ... in other words I don't know when exactly I'm going to be able to actually post this.

I'm a little disappointed as B had to reschedule our tongue piercing date and since I promised I'd go with him, I didn't get mine done either. Damn, I was totally psyched for it this weekend - I've frozen my chamomile, raspberry and peppermint tea into ice-cubes to suck on and I booked Monday off work so that the swelling could go down a bit. Oh well... we'll do it in a couple of weeks instead. I did get my hair chopped on Friday so it hasn't been a totally wasted weekend... not that any weekend is really 'wasted' of course. Friday night was a massive pissup so I spent most of yesterday in recovery mode - greasy food, bad television and gallons of water. A lot of the people we were out with on Friday were quite a bit younger than me and it was so funny... I don't know what they think someone in their thirties is supposed to look and/or act like but I guess I'm not it. One of the very sweet 19 yr olds asked me how old I was and almost fell off his chair when I told him. Do they think that we should be old and grey and wrinkled or something? Maybe I should walk with a cane and wear sensible shoes? I don't know but damn it was funny. When you're twenty I don't think that you realize that you're probably not going to feel that different when you're thirty. Hopefully we get more mature and we definitely get more life experience but that doesn't mean that we get 'old'. Kids today! Yes, I know I sound like my mom.

Anyway, today is being filled with football and cleaning. God I lead an exciting life. At least I'm feeling better than the rest of the crew who were out until about 6 this morning... they are very, very ill. Maybe that's the difference between 25 and 35 - the recovery time.

Thursday, September 11, 2003


Do you ever wonder what the point is? I mean of everything? I've been thinking about that lately and I just have no idea. I feel like I'm wandering through life blindly day after day with no real idea of what I'm doing or why.

The bloke who's visiting us now is a friend of my former love in London. We were speaking about said ex and Pitty suggested I drop him a line, so I did. He wrote back and he's doing wonderfully. That made me happy but it also confused me. He's doing all of the things that he couldn't do when we were together. He's stopped procrastinating - he actually took a trip to South America that he's talked about for years but never got around to arranging. He's in the process of buying a home - this is a man who moved flats on average twice a year for his entire adult life. It's like he's had some epiphany and now he gets it... whatever it is.

My baby brother and his wife recently told me that they're expecting a baby. They're not telling people yet, but I figured I'd let you know anyway. I'm very excited at the thought of being an auntie, and I'm absolutely thrilled for them, but I'm also a little sad. I guess that as the eldest and the only daughter I always thought that I would be the one having the first grandchild. Now I know that will never happen. How completely selfish is that?

Again, it's like they understand something or have found something that I haven't. I'm not talking about 'true love' or religion per se, but either they know what the point of it all is, or they haven't thought about it.

Now beforfe anyone gets concerned, I'm not suicidal or anything, just kind of lost I guess. I don't take care of myself like I should, I still haven't lost the fucking weight I gained when I went back to school, I can't be bother to get off my arse and exercise, I have a job I'm tied to for another year (that is so not challenging), I feel like I'm asleep and I just don't know why.

One quiet nite...

That's all I really want - just one quiet night at home to relax. Especially now that everything in my flat is fixed. Everything. My former landlord's son came by yesterday and took care of it all, making Sandy a very happy girl.

I also want to get caught up on my entries... there are some things I want to share with you and I just don't have time to put my thoughts together during the day. That settles it: Pitty, Miss M - you're on you're own tonight. I will not be at the Plaza, I will not be drinking and I will not be out late! There... I've put my foot down. I'm going to rest. Well... probably.

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

How to find me

I was inspired by Bernadette to take a look at some of the searches that send people to this site... did you know that I am the number one result for 'marilyn piercing vancouver'? I'll bet you didn't.

Some people are looking for sick stuff... To whom it may concern, there are no pictures of''fires': pictures of people who have been badly burnt or scared' , and it's 'scarred' not 'scared' - learn to spell.

I don't mind 'romantic picnic spot vancouver', and whoever you are, if you're looking for someone to take on a romantic picnic somewhere, I might be available.

Hmmm... the searches are getting more and more boring. I'm going to have to start talking about more interesting topics, but not tonight - I'm off to bed. 'night all.


Very tired, somewhat hung over and completely frazzled.

Yup, that pretty much sums it up.

Sunday, September 07, 2003

Back in the day

Note the very stylish wool ribbon in my hair as well as the fabulous French-cut jeans. A fashion plate even then!

Thursday, September 04, 2003

Burbs and Brits

Tonight I am house-sitting in the burbs. Way out in the burbs. Being the good daughter that I am, I am watching my folks place while they are in Calgary visiting my brother and sister-in-law. It's only a few minutes from work, so it's convenient that way, but there sure isn't much to do out here.

Tomorrow night I'm heading back into the big scary city as Mr Andrew Pitt (aka Pitty) is arriving from Manchester to assume the role of tourist and all 'round party guy for two weeks. I've not actually met Pitty , but I have spoken with him on the phone. I hope his accent is easier to follow in person. He's a good friend of Richard and Bex who were here in June, so I'm certain that we'll all get on well. He's staying with Miss M, so at least I don't have to worry about having someone in my little place.

In any case, after Friday night's festivities I'll be heading back out to suburbia until Monday, to ensure that plants are watered, doors and windows are secure, and beer is consumed. Unfortunately no one wants to come out and keep me company because it's too far away. C'mon guys... it's only Coquitlam... it's not like it's Hope or something. Oh well... perhaps I'll toss environmental responsibility to the wind and wash my car in a final attempt to get the skunk spray off of it (yup, it's still there).

It's getting dark already so I think I'm going to head out into the garden and see if I can spot any stars.

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

Back to School

I noticed tonight that the days are beginning to get shorter. It's barely 8 pm and the sun has gone down. Soon it will be dark when I leave for work and dark when I come home, and I'll be counting the weeks until I can see the sun during the week.

When I was a kid I used to face this time of year with a mixture of anticipation and dread. As much as I looked forward to being able to wear all my new school clothes and catch up with friends I hadn't seen over the summer, I was always anxious about meeting my new teachers. On the first day we'd all get our schedules and compare with our friends to see which classes we had together and sympathize with those who got stuck with the boring/nasty/strict teachers. Despite the nerves, I really did like school most of the time. I enjoyed learning and I was lucky that much of it seemed to come naturally to me.

I went straight to university after highschool, which might have been a mistake. After 3 years I decided to take a semester off and it took me 13 years to get back there and finish a degree. When I went back to work on my degree I was also working with my current employer so work and school took up 90% of my life for almost three years. When I finished last fall I felt relief, but I also felt like something was suddenly missing in my life. Even before I went back to finish my degree, I was always taking something at night - professional sales, technology classes, personal interest stuff - then all of I sudden I had nothing. What to do with all the extra time!

This fall I decided that I was going to take something that I was interested in, so I've signed up for Italian lessons at Langara. I speak a little Italian now (if I ever need to say 'the green frog is on the blue chair' or 'the boy sees the red blouse', I'm laughing), but I'm hoping to spend about a month in Italy next spring and I'd like to be a lot more comfortable with the language than I am now.

I'm excited, but as in my youth, I'm also a little anxious. At the very least I'll have an excuse to buy some cool school supplies!

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

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My mind is fuzzy and I'm incredibly disorganized today... I'm just not sure why. B came by last night and dropped off some treats for me. I like getting treats. We also set the date for our tongue piercing extravaganza. Okay... not so much an extravaganza as the two of us going in to get our tongues pierced at Next!. As of Sept 12th I will have one of these in my tongue:

I'm looking forward to it. I'll be sure to post a photo so you can check it out.