Day 99 – April 9

This was yet another frazzle dazzle day

I had school all day until 5 and had to get to a store, across town, before it closed at 6 to pick up supplies for my practicum, because it was immediately after school the next day on Monday and there was not an iota of time in between.

It was National Cherish an Antique Day.

I was wiped and the last thing I wanted to do was go find an antique to cherish. Everything is closed or closed earlier than school let out because it was  Sunday and because Vancouver is the city that most definitely sleeps.

After rushing about to buy a bunch of art supplies for recovering alcoholics, I got home and had to figure out what to do to celebrate. I am somewhat of an antique aficionado, but have nothing of that nature here in Van city to ‘cherish’.

Then I saw this playful foolish ceramic cat that I bought at a thrift store sitting on our bar cart and decided to assume it an antique.

Isn’t it sweet? I feel like whatever kind of cat this is the feline equivalent to Herman.
It has no MADE IN CHINA insignia on it and it seems old so I think I’m in the clear. Chill, Antique Police.

Also, through my Instagram perusing of all the #nationalcherishanantiqueday posts, I stumbled upon the woman that actually registered the holiday.
It was like meeting a celebrity. Except I didn’t meet her.

In fact she didn’t even respond when I told her that she was awesome for creating a national holiday.

So maybe it was more like seeing one of the cast from Jersey Shore get in a cab from across the street. They are all total d-bags, so I hear.

Day 98 – April 8

So one thing that super duper sucks about my program is that they occasionally and sporadically have ‘workshops’ on the weekends, all day, 9 am until 5 pm… even longer than regular school hours, and it’s the worst.

This weekend was one such weekend. I was, as we say in Newfoundland, rotted. If you are unfamiliar with Newfoundland vernacular, I’ll just leave it to your imagination.

It was also my friend Molly’s birthday and National Empanada Day. The groovy Peruvian restaurant that we were going to go to that evening for Birthday celebrations and empanadas couldn’t accommodate 7 people so that was the end of that idea.

I had to settle with merely celebrating National Draw a Picture of a Bird Day, which was this day as well. This worked out great because in my workshop I had to do a visual response to a video we watched.

Knowing my ‘backstory’, the instructor had taken great care in making sure I wasn’t going to be triggered by the video content. She had called me the evening before to check in and even let me take Duncan to class as support.

The video was about a group of women diagnosed with terminal cancer. Fun fact: they are all alive and well at the moment (the video was shot some time ago).

I wasn’t triggered whatsoever. My sister was never diagnosed with terminal cancer. We were lied to the entire process and had no idea what was going on. The doctors were still trying to sort it all out when she died. My sister wasn’t a person ‘living with cancer’ or facing cancer the way these (strong wonderful ) women were. She was diagnosed on a Tuesday evening and died that Friday afternoon. These women are all still around. They got to live. It really wasn’t very similar at all.

When it was over, I drew this bird in response. I really like looking at an image of whatever it is I’m trying to create. I really couldn’t think what a bird looked like off the top of my head and when left to my own devices.

This is what I came up with. It’s ok but that’s all I had time for. I had to run all over the city looking for vanilla cake before dinner at the alternate restaurant. It was rush rush rush then gobble gobble gobble then crash in bed and facing another entire day of school on Sunday – the worst.

 

Day 97 – April 7th

BEER DAY

In a perfect world, everyday would be a Beer Day.
I’m a real Homer Simpson that way.

Sadly, I had to work that evening so knocking back all the beer I would have liked, was not in the cards.

I did allow myself one Four Winds Saison before my shift which was delightful

It was beautiful, aesthetically speaking, as well.

I would have liked to have gone to a brewery (I have not sampled nearly enough microbrewery fare since relocating to Vancouver and I resent this everyday)  and maybe done a tasting on this particular day but time is of the essence these days. School and work and my practicum placements are all consuming plus making time for Duncan has just been 50 shades of cray.

If you are finding my posts a bit lack lustre of late, it’s because they are!

Still plugging through though!

Day 96 – April 6

Nearing the 100th day of celebrations here- Day 96

National Caramel Corn Day

Man, do I love caramel corn. It’s lethal.  I had diabolical plans to make some homemade caramel corn when I saw this on my agenda, however being on a health kick meant indulging whole heartedly was out of the question and thus it would be wasteful.

So I walked myself to the nearest grocery store and shelled out $3 for a box, plain and simple, and then had a handful. I’ll save the rest for when I’m aaallll done being healthy 😉

 

Day 95- April 5

National Go For Broke Day!

I really went for broke!

I had school aalllllll day, then I had to come home briefly, walk Duncan, then go to one of my placements to conduct an art therapy group for two hours which went overtime because one client was really into and I didn’t want to cut her off, so I got home at just after 8 and had to make time to Go For Broke!

Christina and I went to the Edgewater Casino 

Oh the glamour

After paying $5 for parking, we went straight to the penny slots.

Christina splurged, playing the 5¢ machines and went for broke within minutes.

I, on the other hand, played it conservatively, sticking the with 1¢ slots.

This paid off. Well it at least paid for parking.

Having put a $20 in and having some ups and downs, I decided not to Go all the way For Broke.  I felt lucky enough to have such a supportive friend to drive me all the way to the casino at nearly 9 o’clock on a week night to throw away money on slots, to push my luck any further.  So rather, I cashed out when I had an 8$ surplus and left before I caught the fever.

 

 

 

 

 

Day 94 – April 4

Quelle Surprise – National Vitamin C Day, Walking Day & Jeep 4×4 Day was a rainy one.

Luckily for me, Christina owns a Jeep 4×4 ! As well,  we are on a mega health kick right now so we have loads of fruit around for Vitamin C Day. And Duncan is always up for a walk!

This day fell right into my lap.

These fruit were literally just lying around!

 

We have a fancy new juicer with which I made a fancy new juice

To replicate this refreshing concoction, I recommend juicing the following:

  • 1 beet
  • 1 grapefruit
  • 1 lemon
  • 1 hunk of ginger
  • 1 hunk of tumeric
  • 3 celery stalks
  • pinch of cinnamon

It was tasty and nourishing and I presume full of Vitamin C.
Easy as pie… juice.

Next, I had to take Duncan for a walk because he was feeling neglected in light of the new juicer (he is literally like that). Being National Walking Day, that worked out great. I thought of taking him somewhere out of the ordinary using the ol’ Jeep 4×4, in honour of Jeep 4×4 Day. Two birds, one stone.

 

Here I am in front of the jeep

 

Here is the Jeep in its entirety

And here’s Duncan at the Jericho Beach, which we drove in the Jeep to get to.

Just pumping these celebrations out!

 

Day 93 – April 3

Another day, another chance to celebrate a random, highly caloric, food.

Welcome to my National Chocolate Mousse Day, everyone.

It started with my awaking in a state of absolute exhaustion from working so late two nights in a row and not being able to sleep in because our building is under an incessant state of renovation and the chief worker likes to yell at people, including his girlfriend, about their sex life, on his cell phone, in the hallways, at 7 am.  Plus the drilling and sawing and banging and vacuuming.

I was so tired and hungry on National Chocolate Mousse Day that I couldn’t think straight and it took me a while to get my wits about me to leave the house in search of food.

This bumbled trip involved a really long line up at the Whole Foods Burrito Bar to get a ginormous yet flavourless burrito, and a thing of chocolate mousse.

The sad part was that as soon as I stepped out of Whole Foods, there before me was the cutest most amazing authentic Bolivian food truck boasting vegan tacos and coconut rice. I was devastated. I was too stuffed from my underwhelming burrito to double down… which is a testament to the Whole Foods burrito, because this woman can eat.

Letting bygones be bygones and not shedding a single tear, I shuffled home with my chocolate mousse, as it was National Chocolate Mousse Day not Chain Grocery Store Burrito Day nor Bolivian Food Truck Taco Day.

I was actually so stuffed from that god damned burrito it was hard to eat mousse… which is really just chocolatey air, aimiright?

And that, folks, is how one celebrates National Chocolate Mousse Day when they are tired as bejesus and find out that making it involves eggs and heavy cream and an assortment of other ingredients that aren’t handy.

 

Day 92 – April 2

Probably anyone that knows me, knows of my affinity for Peanut Butter.

Peanut butter & chocolate, peanut butter & banana,  peanut butter in a smoothie, peanut butter cookies, peanut butter straight out of the jar…

April 2nd was National Peanut Butter & Jelly Day.

Of all the dynamic duos that Peanut Butter is contributed to, PB  & J may be my least favourite, never mind trite af.

Nevertheless, I decided to partake unflinchingly  in it’s celebration this day.

I did a little research to find out wtf jelly actually is. This website explained that jelly is made from the juice of fruit while jam is made of crushed fruit. However, according to the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, jam and preserves are to be considered the same thing.

If the U.S Food and Drug Admin thinks they are the same, then so will I, undoubtedly, forever. Also I imagine jelly having gelatine in it and meat is murder, people.

Without further ado,
My Groundbreaking and altogether Revolutionary PB & J Recipe:

  • 2 slices of bread ( I used whole grain) toasted
  • 2 tablespoons of jam ( I used strawberry)
  • 3 tablespoons of peanut butter (I used all natural & smooth)
  • optional : hemp seeds & honey (I used both)

Toast the bread. Slather the jam on one slice, peanut butter on the other. Sprinkle hemp hearts and drizzle honey on either slice. Place together. Voila

It was a thing of beauty and a reminder of an era bygone.

 

 

Day 91- April 1

 

The first day of April and the 91st day of celebrations

April Fool’s Day just felt too pedestrian for me these days, so I did some further research and discovered that it was also World Pillow Fight Day

Christina was at work so I was left with Duncan to engage in pillow combat with. I made a slow motion video of the ‘attack‘.
  

He didn’t take kindly to my gentle pillow tosses.

  

Nor did he grasp the concept of ‘fighting back’

Bit of a bust, really.

 

 

 

Day 90 – March 31

The last day of March, and my 90th day of celebrating at least one national or international holiday a day was indeed, National Crayon Day.

This particular Crayon Day was unlike any other. Crayola, the company that is virtually synonymous with the modern crayon, decided to end it’s 27 year run with the crayon colour Dandelion. This crayon was best known for making sunlight, giraffe hair and, that’s right, dandelions, all that more realistically represented by children far and wide for nearly three decades.

That’s cold, Crayola.

In protest, I bought a bargain brand of crayons at the drug store to celebrate the holiday. Do ignore the ableist branding, I didn’t notice until I brought them home and it was too late.

I drew a quick sketch of Bat Girl and made a time lapse video of my colouring it in and posted it on Instagram

 

I was then so pleased with myself, I framed it