Day 148 – May 28th

May 28 marks one year since Harambe was killed
He would have been 18 years old…

Remember back when  that was the craziest news story you ever thought you’d hear? He’d never shove the prime minister of Montenegro or take a golf cart when everyone else is walking, I’ll tell you that.

Those were the days.

Rest in power, brother

May 28 is also National Hamburger Day!

Not one to eat rotting carcass, I appropriated the holiday to be flesh free!

I ordered a Veggie Burger, with yam fries, while I was working and took a quick iPhone photo.

It hit the spot and fuelled me through the long hours of serving boozebags.
It was salty as fuck. Just like me.

It’s actually hilarious how much I loath the brain dead drunkards I serve, yet yearn to be them, at the same time.  It’s an internal struggle, always.

National Hamburger Day and this very post also brings me back up to speed with my blog! It was so stressful falling so far behind in my writing- my lesson is learned , faithful readers! Never again!

Day 147 – May 27th

National Sunscreen Day 

Vancouver has finally changed gears from it’s 8 month binge on wet grey rainy  misery weather to it’s new and improved summer conditions, including 20+ degrees and sun shine!

I love when it’s sunny and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy any solar pleasure without the invention of sun screen

So huge shout out to Eugene Schueller, it’s inventor.

Being sunny and warm this Sunscreen Day, Duncan and I decided to slather on some ‘screen and hit the beach (yes Duncan wears sunscreen… right on the top of his little head because it gets burned )

It was packed but fabulous


Day 146 – May 26th

It was National Blueberry Cheesecake Day according to my calendar, but then I saw a bunch of people on Instagram celebration National Blueberry Pie Day instead,  so I decided to follow their lead.
I knew exactly where to get some vegan Blueberry Pie, but vegan Blueberry Cheesecake ? Good luck.

Kathleen, Duncan and I headed to our nearest and dearest pie monger, Aphrodite’s, for a slice.

It was ok.

There we saw truck driver donning (still) a “Hilary for Prison 2016” shirt.
Totes adorbs.

I posted a Boomerang on Instagram of the pie eating and, as you’ll note in the comments, got called out for celebrating the ‘wrong’ day.

Would you believe this isn’t the first time this has happened?
By people who haven’t commented before, first nor last?
Reaching out only to criticize and point out flaws?
I suppose you would believe it, if you’re remotely familiar with the internet.

I would like to say I take it with a grain of salt but can’t help but think about how damaged an ego one must have to feel compelled to comment on someone’s celebration, in honour of their deceased sister, to tell them they are doing it wrong.

I’ll just leave that there.

Then Kathleen kindly escorted me to NAPA autoparts in North Van to return a deep cell car battery that we use in The Pickle because it was dead but still under warranty. This gave me extreme anxiety because I hate returning things and know nothing about the battery.

Turned out all my worry and stress was for naught. It was a great experience with no questions asked and lots of hooting and hollering and swearing. I almost can’t wait for the next one to die so I can go back. Thanks NAPA for making National Blueberry Pie Day special and being easier to get along with than my Insta followers!

Day 145 – May 25th

National Towel Day!

Another great holiday I am willing to celebrate the shit out of

I love nothing more than fresh clean towels

…well I guess I love Duncan more


We have a fat stack of fresh white towels are our spot

I am known to wash them (too) frequently

My favourite part of staying at a hotel is using all the towels they have to offer and then thrown’ ’em on the ground, all reckless about the environmental impact

YAY! Gonna go fold some right now

Day 143 – May 23rd

If I were to ever develop a belief in ‘signs’, today woulda been the prompt !

I hadn’t been tracking my  celebrations or even making them a priority anymore. I’ve had so many guests visiting, and between work, school and practicum placements, The Pickle and Duncan time, I was becoming half assed, if not no assed, about the whole project.

I wasn’t even considering National Lucky Penny Day – I was too busy running around the city to get my passport renewed then to my volunteering placement and trying to find and pay for parking etc etc.

After doing a second loop of the free parking lot for the centre for people with disabilities, and having found no spots, I gave in to the pay parking lot, a little further down the street.

I parked, hopped out, paid for 2 hours- bringing me to 7:26 pm – my session is over at 7:30 but figured it would be fine, and hustled to get to work. Partway there, I realized I’d left my phone in the unlocked jeep, so had to double back to get it.

When I did, I saw this little guy, waiting on the seat.

I remembered that it was National Lucky Penny Day and snapped a pic. Then put it in my breast pocket.

I proceeded to have a wonderful time with my clients, who stayed a little later than usual, chatting.

When I got back to the parking lot it was 7:32 pm.
And there was the parking cop, punching buttons in his ticket-making-machine and taking pictures of the jeep!

I ran waving my arms like a lunatic.

He said, “Oh good, I haven’t printed yet so you don’t need to worry about anything…have a nice day… or evening I guess” and giggled embarrassedly.

He was one of those acne ravaged dweeby teenagers that are so awkward it’s adorable.
My heart soared. What a sweetheart.

So lucky I caught him in the nick of time and he wasn’t an asshole.

I thanked him profusely.

Then I got back home and told Christina what had happened, chalking it up to the Lucky Penny.

She noted I was extra lucky because they are discontinued in Canada.
I had completely forgotten that! If I hadn’t found this American one in the jeep, I don’t know where I would have found another one. They are a true rarity nowadays.

What a Lucky Penny indeed!

Then I forgot about it in my shirt pocket, and tossed the shirt in the laundry. Now the washing machine makes lots of noises when it’s going !

YAY Lucky Penny!


Day 142 – May 22nd

Happy (??) National Goth Day !

I’ve always been more aligned with punk couture than goth, but hey, I put on some black lipstick and Marilyn Manson and went with it.


Day 141- May 21

What a great follow up day to National Pick Strawberries Day; Sunday, May 21st, was National Strawberries & Cream Day!

I scoured the grocery store for some of that coconut whipped cream I have seen and used in the past, to no avail. The only option they had was ‘Cool Whip’. I really just wanted something to work with for a photo shoot, so I  was delighted to discover that it’s actually just composed of random oils and chemicals! No real dairy as far as I could tell. Simply marvellous!

I can’t recall when I had it last, but I remember thinking it was terrible stuff.
Turned out to not be so bad. Not sure if it counts as cream, being constituted of high fructose corn syrup and Polysorbate 60 (used in sexual lubricants and beauty products, a chemically-derived emulsifier has been linked to organ toxicity, diarrhea and tumours in lab mice) but hakunah matata.



Day 140 – May 20th

K, so, gotta be honest here.

Dad, Christina and I took The Pickle to Whistler to get some spring skiing in.

Superb day – it was 25+ degrees.

Winding drive through snowcapped mountain range, sugary snow conditions, snowboarding with your best friend, sunny skies, beers with your dad, hot tubs and people watching –National Pick Strawberries Day took a back seat, no offence.

I’m sure British Columbia has lots of U-Pick Strawberry farms, but it’s not quite the season.
So I just picked some up at the grocery store.
Maybe a cop out, but who are you to judge?

Day 139 – May 19th

My father decided to visit me in Vancouver for the weekend. He arrived at midday on Friday, which was National Pizza Party Day!

I took this opportunity to cast veganism aside to check out the Italian restaurant a few blocks downhill from our apartment, Nook. I invited Kathleen, Molly and Graham to join us.

It was hopping. We waited outside while the frazzled host reiterated his frazzledness to us over and over until, after about an hour, it was finally our turn for a table.

The group was 50% vegetarian so we  got the Margherita. I have to say, it was totally Meh.  As was the rest of the food. Just completely lacking in flavour. I do not understand why there was such a lineup.  I shan’t be going back. Nevertheless, we had a great time and the wine and cocktails were fine! Pizza Party quasi success!