1) Even though I have yet to get a final answer from MY doctor as to whether or not I can wear bug repellent, I am excited about our camping trip this weekend to the Ness Creek Music Festival. Even more excited than the time a few friends and I painted 'Ness or bust' on the back of the jeep we would be driving. . . p.s, I am sorry Heather's sister that the paint we used took multiple rains and washes to be fully removed from your truck.
2) Even though I am overcoming the crushing disappointment at being told that, under no circumstances, am I allowed to ever paint anything on the back, or any other part, of his car. . . I think Das Piper is the bees knees for being brave enough to spend three nights on an air mattress with a woman who is 7 months pregnant. . . I can see myself rolling over and the weight of the belly creating enough force to bounce him right out of the tent.
3) I know I am tooting my own horn here. . . But I am super excited about all of the delicious food that I've been cooking over the past few weeks for this trip. . . How is it I always manage to eat better while camping than at any other point during the year?
4) I am even excited-er about all of the good company I will have at the festival this year. . . Not only will we be surrounded by other young families that will be grooving to our same beat. . . But travelling and camping with our friend and her 1 year old will give us some much needed knowledge about exactly what this same trip will be like for us next year.
5) I bought a new sun dress (on clearence!), and I am sure you can guess how I feel about wearing it and staying cool and comfortable at the festival. . . That's right! I am excited!
7.14.2009
7.07.2009
How Many Hours Of YOUR Life Has Micheal Jackson's death Stolen From You?
OK, I am done. . . . I am fucking sick of it. . . Is it really necessary to put a live memorial for a psychotic child molester on every second damned channel?
The 24-7 coverage is not only becoming tiresome, but also offensive. For anyone else who was wondering, here are the headlines that CBC news world could have been covering. . . A few of which have a lot more impact on my life than Micheal Jackson's death.
The 24-7 coverage is not only becoming tiresome, but also offensive. For anyone else who was wondering, here are the headlines that CBC news world could have been covering. . . A few of which have a lot more impact on my life than Micheal Jackson's death.
- The bodies of two Canadian soldiers, who were killed when there helicopter was shot down 50 miles north of Kandahar, Left Afghanistan and are being returned home. These deaths bring the total to 124 Canadians killed on the Afghanistan mission since 2001.
- The Chinese Xinjiang province has been put under curfew as part of a crack down on protesters as Han Chinese clashed with Uighur in the capitol yesterday. Reports say that there have been 156 deaths related to the ethnic dispute.
- A report from the parliamentary budget office says that Canada will continue to rack up insane debt. . . By the 2013-2014 fiscal period the deficit is projected to be 16.7 Billion dollars.
- The city of London unveiled a memorial for the victims of the July 7th bus bombing 4 years ago.
- U.S Government finalized new stem cell research regulations, the regulations have opened up 700 stem cell lines to tax-payer funded stem cell research.
6.29.2009
GIST #18 of 365
1) The stranger in the mall who told me I look pretty. . . . Even though I do maintain that I look like a giant swollen preggo hell's beast.
2) The sun dress my parents brought back from Mexico last winter that I forgot I had until today and is roomy enough to accommodate both myself and the baby.
3) Dad Piper's sexy bits. . . And the rest of him too I guess. . . But especially the sexy bits.
4) spicy chili popcorn.
5) Jurassic Park showing for free in the park tonight. . . I get the feeling the walk back to the car is going to be a spooky one for me. . . Because I am a giant baby who jumps at shadows.
2) The sun dress my parents brought back from Mexico last winter that I forgot I had until today and is roomy enough to accommodate both myself and the baby.
3) Dad Piper's sexy bits. . . And the rest of him too I guess. . . But especially the sexy bits.
4) spicy chili popcorn.
5) Jurassic Park showing for free in the park tonight. . . I get the feeling the walk back to the car is going to be a spooky one for me. . . Because I am a giant baby who jumps at shadows.
My SECOND Inappropriate Public Attire Story This Month.
Das Piper: I am bored, wanna go for a drive? Maybe get some ice cream?
Pocketbuddha: Ok, But I am not changing.
We drive up and down one of the two main streets, through all of the construction and other such nonsense, enjoying the cool wind of the car's air conditioner, the giant milkshake (since when was a 'large' an entire freaking liter of milkshake?) numbing the palm of my hand.
Pocketbuddha: Are you sure you're not embarrassed to be driving around with me wearing a too-short tunic dress with sweatpants and flip-flops like one of those Walmart sweat pant people?
Das Piper: Yep, and to prove it, we're going to Walmart, I need blank CD's.
Pocketbuddha: That's nice, I am waiting in the car.
Das Piper: No your not. I am taking the keys in with me, you won't have any air.
Pocketbuddha: I am not even wearing a bra! If I go in there looking like this we'll definitely run into someone we know.
Das Piper: Everyone we know is out camping this weekend. . . and when was the last time we saw anyone we knew in this Walmart? It's the south end.
Fine, we go in. . . I try not to fidget and keep telling myself that no one is staring at me. . . and that there are in fact no less than six other people in similarly unacceptable attire lurking the aisles. We get the blank CD's, which took Das Piper eight million years to pick out just to spite me, we pay for them and . . . . oh thank god we can leave. . . And just as we're stepping over the threshold, just when I have the safety of the car in my sightes I here someone say hello behind us.
I cringe and try to keep walking, praying to every Deity I could think of that the voice was talking to someone else. But Das Piper's voice stopped me.
Das Piper: Oh Hey so and so!
I stopped, I turned, I saw my partner greeting an acquaintance of ours from the local pub with a smile and evil glint in his eye.
Pocketbuddha: I fucking told you so.
And even though the acquaintance in question is known more for his dirty cover-alls and questionable body odor than anything to do with fashion, I took the keys from Das Piper's hand and walked as fast as I could to the car where I proceeded to pout.
Would it really have been so hard for me to change my clothes before leaving? I now have TWO pairs of perfectly comfortable maternity pants to wear. . . not to mention a number of nice cool skirts and dresses to choose from. . . I have absolutely no excuse!
Pocketbuddha: Ok, But I am not changing.
We drive up and down one of the two main streets, through all of the construction and other such nonsense, enjoying the cool wind of the car's air conditioner, the giant milkshake (since when was a 'large' an entire freaking liter of milkshake?) numbing the palm of my hand.
Pocketbuddha: Are you sure you're not embarrassed to be driving around with me wearing a too-short tunic dress with sweatpants and flip-flops like one of those Walmart sweat pant people?
Das Piper: Yep, and to prove it, we're going to Walmart, I need blank CD's.
Pocketbuddha: That's nice, I am waiting in the car.
Das Piper: No your not. I am taking the keys in with me, you won't have any air.
Pocketbuddha: I am not even wearing a bra! If I go in there looking like this we'll definitely run into someone we know.
Das Piper: Everyone we know is out camping this weekend. . . and when was the last time we saw anyone we knew in this Walmart? It's the south end.
Fine, we go in. . . I try not to fidget and keep telling myself that no one is staring at me. . . and that there are in fact no less than six other people in similarly unacceptable attire lurking the aisles. We get the blank CD's, which took Das Piper eight million years to pick out just to spite me, we pay for them and . . . . oh thank god we can leave. . . And just as we're stepping over the threshold, just when I have the safety of the car in my sightes I here someone say hello behind us.
I cringe and try to keep walking, praying to every Deity I could think of that the voice was talking to someone else. But Das Piper's voice stopped me.
Das Piper: Oh Hey so and so!
I stopped, I turned, I saw my partner greeting an acquaintance of ours from the local pub with a smile and evil glint in his eye.
Pocketbuddha: I fucking told you so.
And even though the acquaintance in question is known more for his dirty cover-alls and questionable body odor than anything to do with fashion, I took the keys from Das Piper's hand and walked as fast as I could to the car where I proceeded to pout.
Would it really have been so hard for me to change my clothes before leaving? I now have TWO pairs of perfectly comfortable maternity pants to wear. . . not to mention a number of nice cool skirts and dresses to choose from. . . I have absolutely no excuse!
6.25.2009
Micheal Jackson Is Dead
Really? . . . Are you sure? . . . Was a stake driven into his heart? Or a silver bullet of some kind used?
My theory. . . Somewhere in the fine print on those tickets for the 50 show tour he was supposedly going to do . . . There is a clause that fans cannot get their money back if the show is canceled due to the prince's death. . . He's not really dead, he's just living on an island somewhere with a bunch of fresh money. That way he doesn't have to remove the mask and show the world that, in fact, his entire face has fallen off.
Thank you MJ, for your contribution to music. I am sorry that you had to be so fucked up in the process that your more recent behaviour makes it hard for me to do anything but make jokes about your death. I really do wish that your career had brought you the same joy that it did thousands of others. If it had we could have avoided such heart breaking incidents as baby dangling and other varying degrees of inappropriate behaviour in regards to young children.
My theory. . . Somewhere in the fine print on those tickets for the 50 show tour he was supposedly going to do . . . There is a clause that fans cannot get their money back if the show is canceled due to the prince's death. . . He's not really dead, he's just living on an island somewhere with a bunch of fresh money. That way he doesn't have to remove the mask and show the world that, in fact, his entire face has fallen off.
Thank you MJ, for your contribution to music. I am sorry that you had to be so fucked up in the process that your more recent behaviour makes it hard for me to do anything but make jokes about your death. I really do wish that your career had brought you the same joy that it did thousands of others. If it had we could have avoided such heart breaking incidents as baby dangling and other varying degrees of inappropriate behaviour in regards to young children.
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