roadtrip checklists are for wussies.

I hate maps.

I can't read them, can't use one to find my way out of a maze, and don't even bother trying to ask me what direction we are heading.  Umm...straight and up?  'Up from where?' you might ask, well, I'm never entirely sure.  I know you're thinking 'GPS', but any distraction to take my attention away from the road is only adding more fuel to an already dangerous fire.

That being said, I lovvvvve me a good adventure road trip.  I'm about to take one this week with a good friend of mine.  We have decided to do the whole camp thing, tent and all, just us and nature.  Many things run through my mind when I envision how this trip will go.  For starters, I know that at some point - we will get lost.  This is a given because I am driving, and that's just what I do.  Another key moment, will be when we forgot something somewhere, or run out of something at the exact moment we require it most.  These will most likely be in the form of me forgetting food (aka s'mores) outside of the tent, and us running out of bear spray when they learn how to unzip the tent...yikes.

Most assuredly, there will be wine.  And if one of us forgets a cork screw, then I'm sure damn glad my cousin sent me this video:

Now all we have to do is remember to bring shoes.

Be back Friday (I hope)

It's been a long time, I shouldna left you, without a dope beat to step too..

Well, well, well.  That may have been the longest writer's block known to mankind.  I felt like when I relocated from Vancouver, gave up on the cakes, twitter, and everything else I had loved for so long - the thought of writing from Ontario on a blog called "Baked in Vancouver" was just wrong. Then the other day, while on facebook for the 1293891261th hour (rough estimate) I thought of something else....Who the hell cares what the name of the blog is? It's mine. And dammit, I'm going to write in it. 

There's no way to catch up where I left off, but I'm going to try anyways...

I have spent the majority of my summer @ my parents new trailer.  Here, I have kayaked, fished, swam, adjusted to being single and had a campfire.  I have also been screamed at for driving faster then 10km/h, swimming too far out into the lake (really now), and talking outside past 11pm.  The good outweighs the bad, but I still have a hard time figuring out why people purchase a vacation spot where they are constantly under the scope of many judging eyes (all 75yrs and up).  What happened to being able to sing around the fire? When asked to be quiet, we politely asked if guitars would be acceptable...

The answer was no.

Another part of my summer has been spent rocking out at concerts.  OLP, The Trews, Ke$ha, Rhianna (although this may have been more like being at a strip club..), Bon Jovi, Kid Rock, and then there was the Drake show.  For $40, and on a lawn covered in goose shit, my best friend and I had the best concert experience we could have hoped for.

Drake, looking all canadian and Degrassi Junior Highish, decides to bring it all out for his final tour date in Toronto.  Choclair? meh.  Fabolous? mehhh. EMINEM & JAY Z??? WHAT!! I almost passed out!! Best night.

Here is the moment where Jay Z came on stage. I get goosebumps every time. I think I screamed more on the way home from the show. Ticka Ticka Slim Shady.

And then there is this:

Basically, this is how the rest of my summer has been spent.  Hey, I may not be proud, but at least I'm honest about it.  From girls night's outs, to any night's out - I know I can count on my friends to make sure we burn off as many calories as we take in.  I don't know if anyone else has this problem, but I tend to enter the club dry, and then exit as if I have been through a car wash. This is from dancing alone. Relationship Candice hated dancing, but single Candice? Never a bad song.  To think of all the dancing I have missed out on!! It must be why I feel the need to make up for it now...

So now that the blog is up-to-date, I will be sure to keep it going on a regular basis.  It's like having a diary that the world can read, and if you can't share your life with the world - then what's the point in living? 

Annnnd ponder.