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.

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Location: Vancouver, Canada

Friday, February 27, 2004

Friday afternnoon haiku

The weekend is here
Possbilities abound
I know it will rain

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

What the Hell??!!!

This is an excerpt from a larger story on the increase illegal guns in Vancouver.

Guns are smuggled into Canada through various means -- by mail, courier, in vehicles and in shipments of legitimate goods.

Cukier cited the recent case of a Michigan teen who mailed an AK-47 assault rifle to a 15-year-old boy who lives in Stoney Creek, Ont.

The boys met on the Internet playing a popular computer game called Counterstrike. The Ontario boy came to the attention of police earlier this year when he took the loaded AK-47 to a Tim Hortons restaurant and showed it to friends. He also displayed it at a school basketball game.

The youth was charged with threatening a classmate with the gun, pointing a firearm and possession of a prohibited weapon. The 15-year-old Michigan boy had received his weapon as a gift from his mother, which is legal in the U.S.


Who the fuck gives a 15 kid an AK-47?!! Okay, let's see... for Johnny's birthday how about new jeans, a couple of video games, some CDs ... oh yeah and a fucking AK-47!

What the FUCK??!!!

Staying put for now

I went to take another look at my friend's place last night and have decided against taking it. When I clocked it, the commute time was actually slightly longer than I currently have, due more to the traffic flow to get over there (south of Kingsway) than the actual distance. Also realized that the suite doesn't have a bathtub, only a shower. I love my bathtub and I'm not willing to go without. Finally, when I actually decided to take a walk to the Skytrain to see how far it was... well, let's just say that it was further than I'm willing to walk at night by myself. With all that, I decided to stay where I am for the time being.

On the upside this has actually got me thinking about moving to a new place. I need to be somewhere that I can walk to things... driving on the weekends just doesn't happen for me, so maybe off Commerical... I love that area. Or maybe just closer to the park. I'm in no rush so I guess I'll just keep my eyes open and see what happens.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRr

How can someone be so completely narrow minded????? Wait, don't answer that... i know the answer. He makes me sick, he really does!

Friday, February 20, 2004

Picking up stakes

For the first time in years I am actually considering moving out of the West End. A friend has just purchased a condo and her place in East Van is going to be available in a couple of months. Her place is gorgeous: 2 Bedroom, dishwasher, insuite laundry, fireplace, open kitchen with an island, patio and backyard, all for less than I currently pay for a studio downtown. I just don't know if I'm ready to move out of my neighbourhood. I love it and it's damn convenient on the weekends. Of course I could always just skytrain downtown when I wanted to, but it's just not the same. Of course her place is closer to work for me ... did I mention it's less than I'm currently paying for a place half the size?

Ugh... I don't know what to do. I'm going to go and see it again on Tuesday and I guess I'll have to make a decision.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

The VD weekend

Despite the fact that last weekend was a Hallmark holiday celebration, A and I managed to have a damn fine weekend, without huge plans or a restaurant reseration.

Friday night was spent at the Yale, enjoying double G&Ts, pool, and dancing to the fine music of The Indestructibles. L came along and we had an absolute blast. The plan for Saturday was to go shopping and then out for dinner and drinks, but I became engrossed in the decidedly unromantic task of cleaning out my closet. That killed the shopping (yes, he wanted to shop) but left plenty of time for a long relaxing dinner at Rugby. Despite the fact that we didn't have reservations they managed to squeeze us in, so much thanks to the fabulous hostesses. If you haven't tried it I highly recommend it... the food is good, the service is good and the drinks are cheap! Apres dinner we wound up at the Soho cafe for more drinks and much pool playing. Sadly I lost most of the games and a couple of bets... I'll leave the actual ante for the bets to your imagination.

Sunday was wonderfully relaxing: bath, dinner, dvds and sleep.

I couldn't really ask for a better weekend. Unless of course it was longer.

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Referrals

Okay... can anyone explain to me how I'm in the top 10 search results for both "starsky and hutch sick hurt" and "magical squirrels of chile"??

Do they have magical squirrels in Chile? If so why haven't I heard about this before? What kinds of things can they do?

Now I'm intrigued.

An open letter to Greater Vancouver drivers



To whom it may concern:

It has been brought to my attention on a number of instances that there are perhaps a few aspects of proper driving that you are unfamiliar with so I have taken it upon myself to inform you about them.

1. Merge does not mean come to a complete stop and then try to accelerate to 90km/h in a 20 meter space… it means try to pick a spot in the traffic and speed up or slow down so that you can seamlessly join the flow.

2. It is considered very rude to slow down to a crawl to look at the accident on the other side of the highway. It also can cause the cars behind you to slam into your car. Stop doing that.

3. Turn signals are your friends… don’t be afraid to use them.

4. If your brakes are on more than 50% of the time you are behind the wheel, you need to slow down. Riding your brakes just annoys those around you.

5. Turning lanes are there to help you. Try using them instead of cutting across 2 lanes of traffic to turn.


I appreciate your time and hope the next time we meet on the road will be more pleasant for both of us. If not I’m going to have to rip you out of your car and slap you silly.

Thank you,
Sandy

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Tomorrow is my brother Ron's birthday so I thought I would sing him a special happy birthday right here!

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Roooonnnnn
Happy birthday to you!

Hope you have a wonderful day!

xoxo
Sandy

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Clumsy like me

I have been called many things in my life - some good, some not so good - but one thing I will never be called is coordinated. I’m a clutz… I’ll admit it. In the last few years I have burnt myself innumerable times, cut my hands open washing dishes, caught my heel on the sidewalk and broken my nose, and slipped on a walkway, severely spraining my ankle. I can fall over walking on a level surface wearing flat shoes. I don’t know why this is, but it is.

Some time back, I was in the office standing and chatting with some colleagues. At the time I was wearing a pair of Steve Madden Mary-Janes with buckles. As I stood chatting I crossed one foot over the other. As I attempted to uncross my feet, I found I was stuck. The buckles had locked together somehow, leaving me to hop a few times before falling over backwards with my feet still stuck together… much to the amusement of those around me. Someone was nice enough to unstick the buckles and I managed to walk away without major injury, except to my pride of course.

Hi, my name is Sandy and I am clumsy.

Monday, February 09, 2004

Update

Okay, first of all, let me say this: I don't care about Janet Jackson's nipple.

Now that we've got that out of the way, how are you? Me? Oh I'm good thanks. Very busy recently with a new relationship, work and the Mancunian menace in town. Yes, I did say new relationship ... all will be revealed in due time.

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

You need a job

Okay... so if you're so broke that you resort to this rather than pay a prostitute (or heaven forbid just indulge in a little self abuse) you really, really need to find a way to make some extra cash. Really.