September 16 – Day 259

Saturday night – had to work- as usual

I was able to weasel my way out of closing, though, which always brings me great joy.

I feel like I really accomplished something if I can manoeuvre someone else into staying till close while I hop in the jeep and peel out of wherever I’ve illegally parked for the past three hours

It’s the simple things, I suppose

And because I was off early, I was able to pop by my friend Steph’s house and have some chips and dip for National Guacamole Day !

I got the good shit from Whole Foods. I like it because it is very avocadoey… like you can see smushy chunks in there

It paired nicely with the $4 wine Steph got at Trader Joe’s in the states

I also boosted the cover photo from National Corn Chip day, back in January, when this blog seemed like a great idea!!

 

 

Day 206 – July 25

July 25th marked two very dairy laden holidays – National Wine and Cheese Day as well as National Hot Fudge Sundae Day

I managed to navigate my vegan way around these despite being far from  vegan-coddling Vancouver quite well!

Christina took us to Gruchy’s Beach, just outside of Terrace

It was only half warmish and the water was most definitely cold, so we just had a restful lay down in the sun while Duncan explored the shoreline and other people cooler contents.

Christina and I had Hot Fudge Sundaes for lunch – I got Cashew Dream ice cream in Cinnamon Cookie Dough flavour, doused it in Coconut whipped cream, hot fudged and sprinkles. Finished with a cherry and some bananas

A truly nutritious lunch indeed

In the evening, when Christina’s fiancee Daniel and the rest of the Kitimat Gang got off work, we went for a canoe down the river

 

I was blessed to have a little seat in the middle, with Duncan on my lap and a beer in my hand.

When we got home, it was time to celebrate National Wine and Cheese Day We had quite the spread including vegan cream cheese, hummus, assorted crackers and breads

We wailed on these snacks and watched What We Do In The Shadows and laughed our asses off

Day 161 – June 10

 

I decided some time ago that this was going to be ‘ the summer of Rosé

It happened when I found this at Winners :

I saw it and instantly had a fantasy of filling it with rosé reusable ice cubes and drinking out of it on Kits Beach all day with Duncan and a book

I don’t know why  I imagined rosé.  I guess red wine isn’t refreshing, it would be weird to put beer in it as it would go flat pretty quickly.
At 1.3 litre capacity, anything boozier than wine would mean trouble.
So maybe this list of reasons is why my mind jumped to rosé.

I picked up two bottles of rosé to have on hand for the next sunny day. But National Rosé Day arrived first.
So I didn’t get to use my new super cool thermos.
Instead I drank out of a glass like a civilized being.

I ended up drinking the whole bottle during the day.
Then going out and having some wine with dinner.
Then a cocktail.
Then back home, had another few glasses of wine.
It was a ridiculous and unnecessarily alcohol fuelled day.

I woke up the next morning completely ravaged from having had night terrors all night long. I blame the rosé

So I will be laying off the rosé and all other libations of that nature for a while

Day 86 – March 27

This was quite the strange holiday, I have to admit.

It was National Joe Day– a day to celebrate all the Joes you may know.

I know one or two but they aren’t around.

I had my first class back after having ‘spring break’ in the morning and Christina had arranged a spa day for all of us, including my mom, for the afternoon. En route to the spa, I took note of a restaurant called JOEY’S.

Apparently it is a chain that was founded in Vancouver.

We decided to pop in there for a bottle of wine post spa to celebrate Joe Day and hoist a glass to Joe’s everywhere.

It was pretty nice in there but we thought we should up the celebratory ante by taking a photo with the sign, posing with a compact mirror featuring Joey Smallwood, the last father of confederation

I think it went remarkably well.

Here’s to you, Joes.

 

Day 70 – March 11

National Submarine Day

This day started great! I had a meeting with my friends/counterparts in the Sarah’s Cards initiative, which you can read more about  here and here

There were some strong ideas and we made great plans for the future of the project.

The day ‘turned south’ as they say, when I got home from my meeting.
James had something he wanted to show me on his phone.

It was text from our Prostitenents BOYFRIEND.
She’s literally a zombie hooker from a B Listed Horror movie that just won’t die and keeps coming back for cheap frights

Just die, already K, please just die.

We had put the giant bag full of things she had left behind all throughout our house, out for her to pick up a couple days ago,  and she hadn’t come to get it. So James had sent a second text saying if it wasn’t gone by the end of the day (Day #2 of being outdoors), it was going to the dump.

She had scurried over at some point during the second day and fished through the bag, cherry picking a few items, and, like a classy, respectable 35 year old adult woman, left the rest on our property for us to deal with.

Then, as any other landlord would have done the very first day she left, we  threw the bag in the trash.
As insulted as we were by her behaviour, yet again, we honestly thought that was the end of that.

Of course naive fools were we, once more.

Her boyfriend was getting in touch because, even though we made it explicitly clear all her things were in that bag and we were going to toss it if it was was not taken within 24 hours, K was missing  a brand new Aldo purse that was left in a drawer.

Brazen. As. Fuck.

He even acknowledged that he knows we have blocked her phone number, that’s why he had to text us, and ended it with a ‘talk soon’.

L. O. L.

James responded that the purse in question was in the bag that she chose to rummage through and neglected to take in it’s entirety. We had warned it would be considered garbage and treated it as such.

“K, thanks.”
At least he’s polite.

The woman had 2 months to pack. This was 11 days after she moved out. She got her full damage deposit back despite our house being absolutely filthy and bearing several damages. She knew she was blocked and continued to harass us.  Why would she think, after everything, that she would be entitled to that purse anymore if we did still have it?

It is too bad because I didn’t realize she had been too damn stupid to take the brand new-still-with-tags purse when she came to rummage like a rat through the bag. I would have picked it out before heaving the bag out and sold it on Kijiji! Hopefully the garbage man spotted it and his wife  got a nice surprise (heteronormative, I know, I know… I just can’t see a gay garbage man’s husband liking that purse at all… although it was rather trashy 😉 )

I  can’t believe I’m as shocked as I am about this. It’s like I didn’t think she could creep lower as a person, but alas.

After responding to the crazy people as succinctly as possible via text, James and I headed out to Subway to celebrate National Submarine Day.
While we were there the winds pick up and up and up.

 

People couldn’t get the door open to Subway or even out of their cars. The power flickered and you could hear the howl.

On our drive home it looked like the traffic lights were going to fall any second and other motorists had windows blown out.
At home, the power was out and stayed out until early morning.

It was record breaking winds in the province, out-blowing our worst hurricane (Hurricane Igor). Winds were at 130kph and gusts were upwards of 180 kph. Roofs blew off houses and transport trucks fell over. Pedestrians were blown into traffic and the radio hosts passed on the warning to not leave the house unless absolutely necessary and to drive with both hands firmly on the wheel .

 

We spent the night listening to our hand crank radio by candlelight and laughing at the people who call in to complain.

My one regret was not just eating half of the sub and saving the other half for later – we don’t have any groceries and everything was closed !! Went to bed hungry but awoke to power, so small victories!

Happy National Submarine Day !! What a shit show!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 50 – February 19

Holy McMoly ! Day 50 of Celebrating Every Day Literally!!

What a trip.

Sunday was National Chocolate Mint Day. This felt a little trite given that Peppermint Patty Day was a 8 days ago. But it was also an easy out, because I was still tired as all hell from working a job like a real person.

Christina and I lived large today. We decided to go shopping and do brunch. I spent every cent of my hard earned money on a new snowboarding jacket, snowboarding goggles, helmet and mitts, as well as a new highlighter to make my cheekbones glow like unicorn fur.
We also had brunch at this ridiculously cute cafe in North Vancouver called Raglan’s Bistro and it was siiiiick.  I had this eggs Benedict concoction called Lowrider, which had chipotle sour cream and guacamole and it was hands down the tastiest thing I have eaten in a long time.  And we had some badass cocktails

We got home late afternoon and decided to recelebrate National Drink Wine Day because we didn’t feel like we gave it our all yesterday. So we put away our new purchases, put on our onesies, cracked open a few bottles and watched Planet Earth… nearly forgetting to celebrate National Chocolate Mint Day.

Luckily there were a few peppermint patties leftover in the fridge so I was able to indulge with little effort.

Day 49 – February 18

National Drink Wine Day!!!

I was super super super super super super tired from being too old to be a bartender up till all hours dealing with booze bags but I managed to pull myself together to go to a  get together with a few friends.
In honour of the day I drowsily knocked back about half a bottle of wine and gave a bottle of prosecco to the hostess. Wine wine wine

 

Day 36 – February 5th

For breakfast I had a banana with Nutella because it was …

World Nutella Day!!

This was pretty much the highlight of my day. It was all downhill from there.

My “Advanced Counselling Skills” Workshop Part II rolled out shortly afterwards.  I was completely dreading it. When I arrived at school, everyone was complaining in whispers about how much they were not enjoying the content. I found a great sense of joy know everyone was suffering as badly as I. One classmate didn’t show up, another left part way through saying they didn’t feel well, and another had a ‘family’ thing to attend to. So the class was whittled down to the courageous few who plodded forward with the draining and deranged activities we were forced to do.

Here is a sentence from the article we had to read to prepare for the course:

“A mythopoetic inquiry is a kind of ‘soul tracking’ by way of footprints of the emerging autonomous images from the unconscious that present themselves symbolically suggesting that developing the ability to see symbolically and that this way of seeing could allow the possibility of loving one’s fate: a secret way of seeing.”

So like, yeah.

It was SUPPOSED to be National Shower with a Friend Day and Christina had booked us a hotel at Harrison Hot Springs and a few of us were going to go and get out of town and have massages and facials and drink wine and lounge in hot tubs and take glamour shots and have a great time …

…but nooooooo I had stay here and go explore my unconscious using charcoal and ink and found objects

There it is everybody – the abyss that is my soul. Happy Nutella Day !

 

 

Day 20 – January 20th

January 20th marks the birthday of my twin nephews, Grant & Ellis

They are now four.

So so so much has changed in four years, the word ‘mind boggling’ could be used.

Here is my sister with the little guys. Sarah died a few weeks after this photo was taken. You can see the hat I wear now a days in her hand.

January 20th also marks Donald assuming the role of President. At least Sarah  was spared this particular torture.

It is also National CHEESE LOVERS DAY and National DJ Day

 

Christina and I brought a slew of cheese, crackers, wine and glow sticks to celebrate this particular day.

We amassed even more when some guest BYOC’d

There was smoked cheddar, jalapeño gouda, gorgonzola, a herbed goat cheese, a fig cheese, some other kind of cheese… there was also some bread I made out of flour and water, an assortment of crackers, some chocolate, honey, jam and raspberries.

We put on some youtube channels of DJ’s we liked ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dgDcHRKejw ) and raved, in seated position, into the wee hours of the morning.  Eight bottles of wine will enable that.

 

 

Day 19 – January 19th

National Popcorn Day (and Get To Know Your Customers Day but… ) !

Christina and I decided to celebrate this day by eating all kinds of junk food! We usually just eat salads and wine!

So I got some cookies and ice cream and made ice cream sandwiches.

I popped the kernels on the stove top using coconut oil and melted some butter with Sriracha sauce to douse the popcorn in.

Then, once we had all our unhealthy snacks in order, we put on a movie.

“Going Clear: Scientology and The Prison of Belief”

Would you believe I already saw it?

I relearned that a lot of people are insane.

This is what we looked like to all the internet hackers for about an hour and a half

Duncan really likes popcorn in case you were wondering

Because I didn’t have to overexert myself celebrating on National Popcorn Day, I decided to revisit National Rubber Ducky Day. I felt really guilty about skipping it because I really like Rubber Duckies and came across some Rubber Duckies pretty much the next day.

So to commemorate their hard work and sacrifice, I took a moment out of National Popcorn Day to honour them.

Namaste