October 10 – Day 284

Once upon a time,  I made a sick Drake Cake for my bff Steph’s birthday

This National Cake Decorating Day, I accomplished no such feat

Here is a lousy time lapse video of the artist at work

This is the end result

Yes, white chocolate chips haphazardly stuck onto a store bought chocolate cake

October 7 – Day 281

It was cold.
It was rainy.
It was not National Frappe Day in my heart.
But it was National Frappe Day on nationaldaycalendar.com, and I’m it’s bitch so here we go…

I went in to the neighbourhood Starbucks (yuck, I know) and had a gander at their Frappe menu

Overwhelmed by the seemingly endless combinations of  coffee, chocolate, peppermint and caramel, I settled on a good old fashioned

Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino® Blended Beverage

I say to whatshisname behind the counter that I would like a Pumpkin Spice Frappe made with coconut milk please and he responds, with an all too smug smirk, that they don’t do ‘frappes’ here, that’s McDonald’s (he is haute couture and I am so white trash). I was like aren’t you all soulless multinational corporations that underpay and over work your employees and wreak havoc on the environment and local businesses?

Anyway I ended up with a Frappuccino® Blended Beverage in the end

It was pretty gross, which I was prepared for

I tried to pawn it off on Duncan but even he was leery of the strange scent and flavour

Would have preferred not shelling out $7 on icy sugary guck, but somebody’s gotta celebrate everyday literally

October 2 – Day 276

National Name Your Car Day came and went and seeing as how I don’t own a car I just decided to celebrate Christina’s van ‘The Pickle’ – arguably the best ‘named’ cars on the road

It’s a little more pistachio-y than pickle-y but I digress 

Duncan and I have had some marvellous adventures in this beast and I will be forever grateful for having the chance to get acquainted with this dilly of a  Pickle!

October 1 – Day 275

Every day in the Big Big city is National Take Your Dog for a Walk Day

No kicking the back door open and throwing the little guy out in the backyard to do his business

No sir, or mame, not in the big big city. Gotta walk the little guy around the block

He gotta find some bushes to pee on and some slight inclines to pooh on

Made a little time lapse video of our daily ordeal 

September 24 – Day 268

I won’t pretend to have a single iota of a speck of understanding of what it must be like to navigate this world as a deaf person

I read this article on Cracked and think it may be the tip of iceberg…. or not…as I said, I have no idea

But I do have one very cute deaf French Bulldog named Duncan and boy does he manage pretty well against all odds.

He’d never ever try to assassinate anyone (even you-know-who who could definitely deserves an attempt at the very least)  … and he couldn’t anyway as he hasn’t learned ASL .. though it’s on the agenda

So here’s to Duncan, on this International Day of The Deaf, and all those out there with hearing impairments

September 23 – Day 267

Mini rant for International Rabbit Day, followed by a phoning-it-in style post

(FYI: Phoning it in refers to a reporter phoning a story into their newspaper instead of writing, editing and submitting from the home office. .. kinda like Twitter…. ‘going through the motions’…not necessarily hitting the home run, according to some guy on the internet one time)

So, before Duncan arrived in safely and soundly in Vancouver, I inquired to Christina, quite innocently enough, that, perhaps, in the intermittent time we potentially, perhaps, explore the possibility of a getting a little Lionhead Rabbit

Anyway.
Mean Old Christina said “NOOO THEY SMELL, YOU IIIIIDDDDDIOT !!!”

Yeah and so it was, without a doubt.. dare I say undoubtedly, the worst experience of my life

And for those of you familiar with my life story, that must mean a lot

Rude.

So, when International Rabbit Day arose, nearly a year later, you know I was bitter as all hell, and had no rabbits to celebrate with.

I persevered, nevertheless, thanks to the Instagram bunny filter

 

 

 

 

September 17 – Day 260

September 17th was the 36th National Terry Fox Day

Terry Fox is a Canadian, as well as my personal, hero.

I really can’t talk about him without welling up, I just think he was such an amazing person and gift to the world. Legend has is my Nana Byrne brought him some of her famous Carrot Cake when he was running through her town in Stephenville

Sarah’s birthday always falls around it’s date

Last year, I went by myself as it was within weeks of my arrival in Vancouver

This year I had Duncan and Meg…and 2nd Cousin once removed Toast

This year I had to add Melvin to the list

What can I say? It was painful as fuck

But I really do adore the concept of the Marathon of Hope and Terry’s legacy

 

September 15 – Day 258

International Dot Day

apparently it’s “a global celebration of creativity, courage and collaboration, began when teacher Terry Shay introduced his classroom to Peter H. Reynolds’ book The Dot on September 15, 2009…. The Dot is the story of a caring teacher who dares a doubting student to trust in her own abilities by being brave enough to “make her mark”. What begins with a small dot on a piece of paper becomes a breakthrough in confidence and courage, igniting a journey of self-discovery and sharing, which has gone on to inspire countless children and adults around the globe”

Good for them…

I decided to interpret the ‘dot’ in  International Dot Day as ‘polka dot’ and made Duncan wear a bowtie, my bad

He looked so sharp tho

…and really worked  it

 

 

 

September 11- Day 254

I’m an avid bed maker

Here is an exact list of reasons I wholeheartedly agree with

The best reason being the first one : it’s your first accomplishment of the day

When you are in the pits of despair, as I have been, nothing drags you down deeper than trying to escape reality by going to bed and having to crawl into disorganized mess.

Duncan usually bounds out of the bed, ready to “ceuille le jour” (he’s French, so…)

But on National Make Your Bed Day, it was like pulling teeth to get him out of there

In the end, he did get up and at ’em, and I made the bed, but it was a weird day for him to decide he was going to stand (or lay) his ground and laze in bed !

 

September 10 – Day 253

Dory wasn’t my dog. But she was the dog that sparked my love of dogs.
If it wasn’t for Dory, there would be no Herman or Duncan or me losing my mind, stopping to pet every dog I see or following thousands of dog based Instagram accounts.

So for National Pet Memorial Day I wanted to honour Dory, the sweetest, wisest little Valley Bulldog you’d ever met.

She developed inoperable cancer at age 11. She lasted four months after her diagnosis and had to be put down January 2014

She was great company and a good role model to all the other dogs

She will never be replaced