November 30 – Day 335

As I ruminate on mason jars for National Mason Jar Day, I come to terms with the fact that I’m a lot like that little old lady from the Franks Hot Sauce commercial

“I put that shit on everything”

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Except with mason jars, like, it’s more so like “I put everything in that shit”

Sorta the same.

Soup, beer, kombucha, peanut sauce, water, cocktails, ice coffees, painting supplies, pencils, green juice, green tea, chilli, urine samples… the list is endless

I salute you, John Landis Mason, for creating these sons of bitches, though I have a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that a man invented these, no offence.

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November 15 – Day 320

National Pickle Day!

I couldn’t bring myself to eat an actual pickle because they are appalling to me

SO I want to take the day to give a shout out to The Pickle!

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You may have seen it on tv! Or in older blog postsolder blog posts !
Christina and Daniel’s Dodge Tradesman camper van that they own and renovated, yet I reaped alllllll the benefits of

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We Airbnb’d that puppy most of the year and then Duncan and I went on several trips.
I also drove it to Kelowna to move my buddy Joe there for university.

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We have had our peaks and valleys – our landlord gave us all kinds of grief over the Airbnb business. Our Airbnb guests gave us grief just with their uselessness and stupidity. On the road, The Pickle stalled on more than one occasion and in more than one hairy intersection.

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But the joy The Pickle brought was always worth it.

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Christina and I custom made curtains for The Pickle! Hand carved and hand stamped beauties

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I also made some custom art work for it’s cedar planked walls

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Duncan was always a reliable co pilot on all our adventures

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The Pickle has made its way home to Kitimat and I may never have the chance to use her so freely every again, but I want to thank Christina and Daniel for their seemingly limitless generosity with it. My life goal is to own my own Pickle one day.

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September 7- Day 250

On the drive to Kelowna, my road trip buddy Joe and I stopped in at Old Yale Brewery in Chilliwack to have a few beer samples

I was so surprised and blown away by their Moon Dance Mango Wheat Ale that I had to buy a 6 pack

It’s refreshing, it’s light, it’s crisp, it’s a smidge fruity and entirely delightful

I had ensured to save one from the trip for National Beer Lovers Day and  so when the day arrived, I savoured it with all my heart and soul… and then later that day saw an Old Yale Brewing company van driving down 4th Avenue! So it’s probably available somewhere nearby! I just have to get around to finding it! Yippee Skippee!

 

September 3 – Day 247

After my gruelling weekend of camper van drama, I was rescued by Meg and Ashley. They were able to cheer my up with a functioning air conditioned vehicle, craft beer and adventure, which included a trip to  Kangaroo Creek Farm in Kelowna

Not usually one for animals in captivity, I threw morality out the window at the chance to see my first kangaroo as well as a chance to celebrate National Wildlife Day with pizazz!

This is Meg groping an emu

This is a kangaroo just hopping around

This is a kangaroo just lying around

This is me taking a selfie with a kangaroo

This is a kangaroo sitting like it’s on the cover of Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition

This is me getting on the level with the kangaroos

This is me continuing to be on the level with the kangaroos

This is me and some unknown creature that I let crawl on me

We then saw a guy wearing a confederate flag hat who had children and we were like what kind of fucked up zoo is this?? and left

But not without washing our hands 😉

September 2 – Day 245

Holy flippin’ National Tailgating Day

James and I took The Pickle to Kelowna for the long weekend in hopes of a peaceful and romantic weekend of touring vineyards and hanging out in the sun at the beach

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What an absolute nightmare

The Pickle stalled at every stop and turn and caused us so much duress I ended up having night terrors for weeks to come  (I’m not even being dramatic… the air con in the hotel we eventually had to book made similar kicking in and cutting out sounds as The Pickle and caused me to jerk out of bed in panic thinking I was stalled, yet again, in the middle of a high way intersection in 40 degree temperature, despite being chilled to the bone in my cushy 2 star hotel room)

Back to the tailgating… that just means drinking in/near a car right?

We did get to several vineyards through sheer will and determination so I feel we pulled that much off

We had many pitstops that involved oil and power steering fluid and first aid  (Protip: don’t use a box cutter when enraged)

Also, let it be known, Kelowna is hot as hell, pretty much on fire and, although is considered ‘wine country’ (and thus would lead one to think refined and cultured),  a city that would wear white Oakley sunglasses backwards on its head and drink Monster Energy drinks if it could

The weekend came to a dramatic finish with a final breakdown in the middle of an intersection and having to be pushed by strangers to a safe place to wait for a million dollar tow truck

 

 

August 15th – Day 227

Day 227 being National Relaxation Day was a small miracle

Being ordained by this foolish blog to relax ! Take it easy!  Do nothing? Hallelujah !

It was sunny so I grabbed a few beer from the fridge, hopped on my bike and rolled on down to Jericho beach for a change of scenery. Had a few dips, both in the ocean and in the roasted red pepper hummus, and let the sun and sand do the rest

 

August 10 – Day 222

Day 222 was my first day back in Vancouver

T’was National Skyscraper Appreciation Day and although Vancouver’s skyline is composed of glass buildings as high and as far as the eye can see, the hazy smoke from the raging wildfires in surrounding areas made them less of an eyesore… er, I mean, visible, yes, less visible

The atmosphere was smoggy and warm. Duncan and I were going to walk over the Burrard bridge to check them out, but breathing was difficult – and this was a ‘good’ day. It had been much worse while I was in Newfoundland

So we just turned back after a few photos

I tried my best to appreciate them!!!

August 8 – Day 220

National Happiness Happens Day

I guess happiness does happen from time to time

Being home in Newfoundland’s terrible weather wasn’t conducive to happiness happening but being with my dogs and husband was joy filled, as you can tell

Nothing more I need than a Duncan nestled on my lap!

Celebrated by enjoying their company

August 7 – Day 219

Lucky for me, National Lighthouse Day fell on a day I was in Newfoundland, where there are so many you could practically trip over them… well not really, if people were tripping over them, they aren’t very good at their job, are they?

Steph and I hit the ol’ Blackhead Road to head to Cape Spear, the most Easterly point of North America. How glamorous.

It was windy and the fog was to the ground, yet we still managed to see some whale flipping and flopping around out in the bay

Then I implored Steph to take some of those classic leaning-tower-of-Pisa-tourist shots

They were off to a rough start

But with enough coaching and guidance, we were able to pull off these doozies

Just so believable, eh?

Happy National Lighthouse Day, y’all

July 28 – Day 209

National Milk Chocolate Day I was in transition from one side of the country to the other with my little Duncan in tow

My first flight was delayed a couple hours causing a domino effect on all my connectors making my trek home unnecessarily long and aggravating

Hey Air Canada – you guys definitely needs some sensitivity training to go down for your staff because y’all ridiculous when it comes to handling Emotional Support Animals.

Every leg of my (delayed) journey, I encountered a new, more ignorant Air Canada agent than the last, telling me a different, false, directive about Duncan.

Before I start, though,  shout out the hilarious customer service desk agent I approached when my first flight was delayed to try and sort out my new flights that I was most definitely going to miss.

“Oh planes can make up time in the air”
Two hours? Yes by.

Anyway, back to the ESA cluenlessness.

He’s not allowed on board without “Pet” on my boarding pass (nope- it says MEDA, that’s what he is; a medical aide), he’s not allowed to touch the ground/floors, must be carried (nope, he’s a medical aide so if he was a Retriever or Great Dane what would I you have me do?), he’s not allowed on the unoccupied seat next to me (wasn’t a problem the last leg of the trip), he must be in a kennel (again, not the case, the whole reason he is registered as an ESA is to circumvent the kennel), he has to have an official Emotional Support Animal vest on (was never told that first nor last from the Medical desk at Air Canada, who gave me the official list of directives which I followed to a T).

The last one is my favourite ‘attack’, because it was in the middle of Pearson airport and she had nothing to do with my voyage. She was literally pushing an old Sikh man gate to gate and felt compelled to stop in the middle of this much more important task, to harass me about my little, 18 pound, deaf Emotional Support French bulldog, walking along.

“He can’t be walking around like that, you have to put him in a kennel”
“No I don’t,” I say, and continue walking.
She doesn’t relent and has now turned the fucking wheel chair guy around so she can face me (or my back rather) and asks to see my boarding pass… which again is NONE of her business- this woman has a guy who has a flight to catch relying on her to bring him there, he’s in a god damn wheel chair.
I say I have MEDA on my boarding pass, not offering it to her because, as I’ve said a couple times now, it’s none of her god damn business
She accepts this, but goes on to lambaste me about how he needs and official vest if he is to be in the air port.
This is false.
I keep walking, rolling my eyes and floored she would take the time to pursue this dead end

Like just look at him, for fucks sake.

Anyway, managed to get my Milk Chocolate Lindt bar while lurking around waiting for my new standby flights to ‘celebrate’ National Milk Chocolate Day 


Almost the best part of my day, besides having Duncan on my lap and seeing my husband after months apart!!

Oh yeah, and seeing Herman’s grumpy face!!