doorknob vs hand = not good

Swollen Ouchie Hand.

I am the most accident prone person in the universe, so go figure I would currently be between having health care.  Moving back and forth, from province to province, will do that to you - especially when MSP is stuck in the dark ages and can only be contacted, or applied for, through snail mail.

Anyways, on moving day, bf and I were trying to get the love seat out of the his tiny basement apartment.  I was by the door, and he was on the other side. For anyone else who is planning on moving a large couch through a tiny doorway - just know in advance that there are a few things that will happen FOR SURE:

1) you will hurt yourself

2) you will hurt property

3) you will hate the person who is helping you

All three of these things happened as we worked to get this couch out.  There was one push to hard, when my hand was up against the doorknob, which resulted in my hand looking like the Hamburger Helper Mitt (aka fat and puffy)  This did not help the situation, as now I was about to throw up or pass out from pain - pretty sure that my hand was crushed beyond repair, with the lack of health care looming in the back of my mind.  It's murphy's law that states that I am required to hurt myself whenever I lack health care.  

Bf got me some ice, and I sat on the floor collecting myself for 10-15 minutes.  I soon realized that I couldn't abandon this whole moving day altogether, as I sat on the floor watching Bf huff and puff and move 2 large mattresses into the truck by himself.  I grabbed a pillow case, made some sort of a makeshift tensor bandage and went back to work.  Must getter done - and getter done we did - broken doorframe and all. (yikes)

Letting things heal properly is SO overrated....

Moral of the story is: HIRE MOVERS.

Bounty: it truly is the quicker picker upper

I don't normally blog about products because I hate commercials on TV and don't see the point in carrying on with them here, HOWEVER - I have made a few exceptions.  First there was the magic eraser - that one speaks for itself for those who have discovered it's magical powers.  Who scrubs a tub anymore? I'll tell you who -Schmucks.  Maybe they cause cancer, but so do cell phones, microwaves and french fries and this doesn't seem to stop anyone from using/eating those things.

During this moving process, I had to empty a 30 gallon aquarium.  I went back and forth to the sink with a bucket, load and dump, load and dump, load and dump....water was everywhere.  I got to the bottom of the tank and couldn't get the rest out.  Whatever shall I do?! I had already packed the towels, and the tan was too heavy for me to tilt so I could get at the rest.  I looked around the kitchen and then I saw it.
The roll of Bounty.

I must admit that when I watch commercials for paper towels, and I watch them scrub away stains with the "leading brand" vs. "Bounty", I generally call bullshit on those commercial tests. This time, I thought 'what other choice do I have?' - I needed the water out ASAP and so I grabbed 3 sheets and dropped them into the tank....
Once they were fully absorbed, I wrung the 3 paper towels out into a bucket...
what the...
They stayed in PERFECT condition - no rips, no tears, and after being wrung out - it was ready to be used again! and then again! AND THEN AGAIN!

mind=blown

There is a reason why you pay for what you get - because what you get is quite possibly the best paper towel in the universe.  Thanks, Bounty, for making my move a dry one and for making me trust you as a product.

Follow Friday: when 140 characters is not enough room

people I follow like pringles and canucks - AND SO DO I!

I don't usually participate in Follow Friday, not because I think it's silly, but because I have a hard time narrowing it down to a one group.  I feel like each person I follow brings their own something to the table, and since I avoid following spammers like the plague, then anyone on my followers list is worthy of checking out.  I like happy tweets, so you won't find any negative nellies on my list - and if you become a negative nelly? Well, then I will sadly have to say goodbye.  Happy life - Happy life...or something like that...

This Friday, instead of me trying to narrow it down to a select few, I would honestly have to say #FF to everyone on my list. You guys keep me entertained, you laugh at my lame jokes and most of you don't think I'm crazy (with the exception of the ones who actually know me) They won't tell you to TEAM FOLLOW BACK or RT THIS TO WIN THIS.  I highly (teehee) recommend following any of them, and anyone they recommend, because I've already done the background work and know they will not flood your timelines with garbage and foursquare updates.  Speaking of which, I don't care where you tweet from - as long as it's entertaining or informative.  You could tweet from jail, and if you were funny enough, I would still #FF the crap outta you.  Unless, of course, you're joking about murder....that's just wrong.  Unless you're actually innocent and need someone to help share your story.... hmmmm... I wonder if anyone has ever tweeted from jail before?

Pointless ramblings aside, follow everyone I follow and whoever they follow because they are all good people. Key word. PEOPLE. Real, living, breathing people.  Down with spam, up with real.

Happy Friday :)

Review: Lots of LOL's at LoL @ The Cellar for Let's F- Cancer

Last night, bf and I attended LoL @ The Cellar on Granville St in Vancouver, a comedy show/fundraising event for "Let's F- Cancer".  I learned about the event through Twitter, and it  featured local talent in an intimate setting.  The turn out was over 130 strong, and it was well worth the to wait in line to get inside!

Our MC for the evening was Donovan Patrick Mahoney, or as he's known in the Twitter world, @donovanpee.  He got the crowd laughing our asses of right from the beginning with stories of him and his cat's close relationship, and how he had better ideas for his dental work then his dentist.  Once he started talking about cats - I was pretty much sold.  The line up of comics included: Bryon Bertram, Sunee Dhaliwal, Sean Emery, Larke Miller and was headlined by Cancer Survivor Richard Lett, who is otherwise known as "Canada's George Carlin".  It was a stellar line up, and the comedians had the crowd going from start to finish with topics such as Vancouver's own 'skytrain robot drivers' - all the way to fart karma, otherwise known as "Farma".

"How much is it going to cost to replace these two teeth?"
"$10,000?!??"
"I have a better idea...how about one giant tooth? How much would that cost?"
"$5,000"
"Ok, well...I'll have to go talk this over with my cat" 

"Girls who have had too much to drink have the shortest attention spans ever...
"Wanna dance? Where's my cell phone?! Ooo I like those shoes! Look at that sluts dress.."

"When you look 14, it's ok to date 14 year olds - if no one can tell, then you aren't doing anything wrong"

"So this crazy guy singles me out at the back of the bus and says 'Hey I know you!" and I was like
'No, no you don't' he goes 'Yes! Yes I know you from rehab!' He was right. He did know me from
rehab..... AND jail.

"I love homeless people - when you get out of the bar and the skytrain robot driver has gone to bed early because
he has robot driver church in the morning or something, you can pay a bum $5 for his bike.  It's like a hobo zip car"

"I asked this girl if she would go out with me, and she said 'Negative Infinity" well, a double negative
makes a positive, so I took it as a yes"

"It wasn't my fault I hit her, the sunlight was in my eyes and I was drunk.  I didn't have bad karma--
but the pedestrian must have had really bad karma..."

"It's about as true as saying 'Surrey virgin, graduates from high school'"

"We've all farted in an elevator before - I figured this was just fart karma...'Farma'"

The night ended with a song by Richard about surviving testicular cancer and the crowd gave a big hand to all the comics who kept us laughing for hours.  It was also an exciting night because it was the first time that I had ever got to meet people from Twitter!  The two worlds combined and raised money for a great cause.  Thank you to Donovan and all the other people who put this event together as I'm sure it was a huge success for the cause!!

Top 10 Reasons Why It'd Be Sweet To Be Oprah's Kid

"Mommy??"

1.  It's a safe bet that you'd be getting a car for your sweet 16. and 17. and 17.5....

2.  Nate Berkus would totally design your bedroom, complete with a McDonald's.

3.  You could have your 'OWN' TV show. (get it?)

4.  You'd never go hungry. Ever.

5.  You'd party with celebrities kids but Dr. Phil is your therapist, so you'd never pay for rehab.

6.  Everyday of your life would be an episode of "O's Favorite Things", without the all the screaming.

7.  You could go on road trips with Auntie Gayle and Papa Stedman.

8.   You wouldn't have to do chores, and Suzy Orman would manage your allowance.

9.  You could invite your friends over to the mansion to play hide and seek for 10 months straight.

10. Dr. Oz would help you with your science projects, so you know you're guaranteed to get an A+

Moving Day: An OCD Nightmare

I can barely look at this picture, knowing that when I walk outside of this bedroom, it will be staring me in the face....

*shudder*

If there's one thing an OCD person can't stand - it's Moving Day and everything leading up to it.  First, you start to pack, which causes panic because things are taken from there "proper place" and shoved into boxes.  The room starts to look empty, which would be alright, except when it's inbetween empty and full this is grounds for me to start breathing heavily into a paper bag.  Once the boxes are ready to go, a normal person may just be able to leave them where they lie, but not me.  I need to neatly stack those boxes in one place, even if it means having to basically move them 3 times by the end of everything.  If the boxes are scattered, well...the world may as well crumble beneath my feet.  Bf always laughs at me when I move boxes from one room to another - but for my sanity's sake (which in turn means HIS sanity) - it needs to be done.
The way my brain sees it, is if I am in pack mode - then that means EVERYTHING must be packed.  Even if we need it - TOO BAD.  Consider it packed.  "Half-way done" may as well be another language altogether.

So today is moving day, and my brain will not rest until every last item has been moved into the new condo.  The unpacking part is fine, because that means I get to establish a new home for everything I own.  The food will have a new food cupboard, the lamps will need a new placement, right down to the little ceramic garden Buddha that needs to bring life to my newly situated house plants.
It's time to brace myself and head out into the living room, "calm and orderly" will have to take a backseat for today while our lives (literally) get uprooted and moved, for the second time this week.
Even though I just had a 10 month vacation from life, I feel like this week alone is cause for another 8 months AT LEAST, wouldn't you agree?

Wish me luck - I'm goin' in...

Riding in Planes with Boys

It's always a gamble when you make your seat selection before going on a flight.  The window seat is great, but it tends to be chilly.  The aisle seat is alright, because chances are if the window and the aisle is full, you can avoid that mid-person squeeze.  Aisle seats have their downfalls too, such as being in the path of steaming hot coffee and everyone that has just either came, or is going to, the bathroom. Ew. Everytime I pick my seat for a flight - I seem to end up with the most interesting character beside me.  Some for the better, some for the worse, but entertaining nonetheless.  I like to talk, so if my new seat friend sparks up a convo, then I am so down for it.  It makes the time go by faster, and besides, tv commercials on a plane seem 10x more annoying.  I find boys to be a lot more social then girls - or maybe it's just the boobs that make them talk - regardless,  I have made some 'unique' friends (who are all known to me by nicknames I secretly gave them to use when describing my encounters to my friends)

#1 - Booze Breath Guy:
This guy sat down in the aisle seat, me at the window.  He was heavily tattooed and covered in leather.  He told me that he had just got off a boat from a 5-day, boys only, fishing trip.  I swear to god I was getting buzzed from the smell of his breath. Him and his buddies had spent days out on the open sea, catching Halibut and what nots, and from the smell of it - buying out entire contents of liquor stores.  Things were going smooth until he whipped out his iphone.  He then proceeded to tell me how he was an aspiring tattoo artist, and he wanted to show me some of his work.  There is only so many times you can look at women in erotic poses with horribly drawn body parts, and say "Oh wow - you did this?!" with a totally straight face.  Lucky for me, he passed out shortly after that - most likely from alcohol poisoning.

#2 - Leif the Albertan Surfer:
I knew this guy was going to be a handful from the minute he sat down.  He was chatting on his cellphone while the flight attendants were trying to get people to put their seats into upright positions and electronics powered off for take off.  He continued to talk on his phone after 3 different ladies came up and told him not too, and at one point one of the ladies said to me "Is he with you?" to which I replied "No" and to which he replied (with a sneaky grin) "Yah, but I bet she wished she was"  The plane took off and he was antsy.  He proceeded to tell me about how he was a surfer, who lived in Edmonton....right....I asked if they even had a lake there - He didn't know.  He chatted through the flight about Vancouver and how weed grows there, and his friends liked that, and he was on his way there to surf in Tofino.  We got off the plane and I met up with my bf who had brought me flowers.  Leif came over, patted me on the back like we were bff, and said  "Awwwwwww - muffins!". Bless him.

#3 - Peter the Plane Guy:
I was taking off from Kelowna back to Vancouver, and got seated beside Peter.  Our plane was making funny noises before take off, and he started telling me about how he designs and builds planes for a living.  In the past, his job was to fly with passengers who were nervous about flying, and walk them through the whole experience.  "This is the sound of the engine starting, that is the sound of the wings getting ready, and that is the sound of the carp swiming around your ankles.." Ok - so maybe the last part was from The Simpsons, but anyways - he walked me through our entire turbulent flight and gave me his business card in case I could score any Olympic hockey tickets for him.  Sorry Petee boy, I kept those bad boys for myself.

#4 - Security Guy Shane:
Another work trip, I was sitting in the emergency exit row.  The flight attendant came over and gave the schpeel about how to escape during an emergency.  The guy beside me looked like he wanted to say something so bad, but was uncomfortably shy.  She finished her lesson and said "Any questions?" Since I'm not one to shy away from a convo, I said to her "If I have a panic attack - I hope this guy was listening".  He smiled and said he had us covered.  This sparked an entire conversation about how he had seen me on Last 10 Pounds Bootcamp, that he was starting his own version of a Brinks security company and that he was single.  Of course he had to add that part in.  By the end of the flight, he had worked up the courage to ask me for my email address.  Once I made it into the terminal, he actually carried one of my bags with me to the luggage pick up station - only for him to spot an NHL hockey player (don't ask me who bc I have no idea) and ran off to take pics.

I wonder what kind of exciting person I will meet on my next flight, but as far as the seat selection lottery goes - I'd say I won 'cash for life'.   Never a dull flight, never a dull moment. Thank you, boys.

Vancouver Tweeps Week One feat. @Bbodies4life

Twitter: @Bbodies4life

Website: www.bltrainingvancouver.com

Website Slogan: "WHERE VANCOUVER’S MOST HEALTH CONSIOUS GO FOR ELITE PERSONAL TRAINING!"

Real Name: Beki Liang

Twitter Profile: Entrepreneur*B.L.Training CEO/Herbalife Distributor, Health&Wellness Coach/BCRPA PFT*Fitness Health Passion Life Spiritual Laughter Love Food Motivate Inspire*

C: Let's start off with an indepth 4-part question: Age, Gender, # of Pets and Fav TV Show?

B: 1} I am at the best age of my life, 30 years! Already looking forward to 31 this year! 2}  The last time I checked, I am definitely female...but the way I act sometimes proves otherwise ;P 3} I have one kitten (with me on the pic displayed).  Her name is Murmur and she seems to have an identity crisis--she thinks shes a dog. 4} I'm not huge on tv, I tend to watch when I'm giving myself a super guilt-free lazy day. But that being said!! I LOVE the food network (another guilty pleasure) and House.  I try to stay away from all those reality-tv dance shows, because I get addicted very easily!

C: If you didn't live in Vancouver, where would else would you be and why?

B: There are so many beautiful places in the world to choose from! I love being close to nature (mountains, trees, waters, clean air..) and having the luxury of being outdoors almost anytime of the year... Hawaii is on top of the list. The beauty and serenity of the island really puts me in peace.  Mexico is another one--I have been to various parts of the country and met so many different and wonderful people. I adore their culture, the carefree yet hardworking lifestyle and the gorgeous beaches and weather sure helps! 

C: I know you love your Canucks, so WHEN they win the Stanley Cup, where would you like to be when it happens?

B: I'd like to be AT the winning game of course!!!!!!!! As for celebrations, as long as I'm with friends I don't care where I am-- I doubt there will be ANY place in the city that isn't bumping with good times!  Well, I'll stay away from Robson st (think..'94 riots...aaahh!! LOL, jk).

C:What is Mommy Monday on your blog all about (other then mommies of course :)?

B: I have worked for years in a women's facility and have witnessed first hand what types of problems and frustrations they face when it comes to their health, fitness and self image when going through pregnancy.  Most will not talk to anyone about it and suffer silently! It wasn't until one of my personal training clients told me her wonderful news of her expecting child that I realized how much she didn't know about pregnancy and training and what can or cannot be done.  She relayed a lot of myths that were relevant maybe back in the 70's or 80's--can you believe that women THIS DAY AND AGE still believe that mumble jumble?! So I have made it a mission to dedicate one of my blog posting days to inform ALL women (because we ALL eventually become a mother, or have one..or know of one!) about prenatal, postnatal, & anything else I can find to help. 

C: What is your favourite part about being a personal trainer in Vancouver? 

B: Am I allowed to say EVERYTHING? Okay, favorite part about being a personal trainer: it is all about teaching and helping others.  Its teaching about: muscles, heart, bones, breath, body movement & capabilities, self empowerment/confidence... I am giving the gift of optimal health & extended life to someone, not many professions can say that!  And the best part of being one in Vancouver: is that so many of the population are open minded to fitness and are more likely to be active.  Living in this city helps too with the options of outdoor training, outdoor bootcamps, hikes, whole food options..etc.

C: How many times have you ate french fries in the last year? and if zero, then do you miss them terribly?

B: Are we talking about in THIS last year...like 2011?? ;) ha ha ha..I actually had some probably in the last month--home made yam fries! Does that count?  And I will admit to a visit to Wendy's to try their new sea salt hand cut fries...as well as a poutine from Frites...thank god my memory is fading beyond 8 months...ha ha!

C: What's one thing about Twitter that makes you happy? 

B: How I've met so many awesome people in the 7 months I've been on it! It's so easy to connect with people locally or world wide, I've made some fantastic friendships and hopefully strong business relationships. That makes me very happy =)

C: If someone handed you $10,000 this afternoon, what store would you go on a shopping spree at?

B: I'm going to be super lame and say, instead of spending it shopping for myself, I'm going straight to the bank to pay off the debt I accumulated from schooling, seminars for certificates and business licensing/insuring.  I may save a couple thousand to the side and book a surprise vacation for my boyfriend and I though.  Vacationing is my splurge!

C: Name 1 thing that no one on Twitter knows about you:

B: But if I say it, everyone will know! uhm..I'm a master "massage therapist"!! ;)

There you have it - an up close and personal look into the lives of one Vancouver Tweep.  Follow her, I promise she'll reply and that she is most definitely not a spammer!  Check out Beki's website for links to her blog, especially if you are Mommy-to-be and want to keep in shape for those 'ever-flattering' 'after giving birth' pictures ;)


Stay tuned for another great Tweep featured next week!!

Getting to know Vancouver Tweeps

I have decided on a new feature for my blog that will hopefully connect all the Vancouver tweeps on a more intimate level, all while staying fully dressed ;)  We are all familiar with each other in the form of 140 characters or less, but I wanted to dig a little deeper and find out about the person behind the tweets.  Each week, I will feature one new Vancouver Tweep, and the qualifications must be as follows:

-must live in Vancouver
-must use Twitter
-must not be a spamming robot

That's pretty much it.
Along with an interview done in the style of my choosing (aka sarcastically sweet), I will feature links to their website and Twitter account, as well as a picture or two (because who reads blogs without pictures?!?!) The interviews will be conducted with light-hearted and comical questions that will allow us all to expand beyond the 140 characters, without having to go on Facebook and befriend 20,000+ people.  If you are interested in knowing more about your fellow Vancouverites - this will be the place to do it.  Occasionally, I may even go Barabara Walters on you, in which case get the box of tissues ready!!
I appreciate any suggestions for any Vancouver Tweeps that you want to know more about - please post them in the comment section below and I will do my best to get the scoop!

Looking forward to "meeting" you all, slowly but surely :)

Relive the Olympics? Don't mind if I doooo!

quatchi & his olympic scrapbook

BEST NEW EVER!!!
I saw this event on Facebook called "CELEBRATE CANADA - OLYMPIC GLORY RELIVED" and I immediately clicked "attend" because even if it meant 'in spirit' I was SO down for this.  Seriously, I saved the face paint in case this happened, and also because it cost $20 from Sephora.  Who knew red face paint was so hard to come by? A few days later, I wondered if the event was still a go or whether people were just playing with my emotions.  I knew I'd be back by then and I needed this to be true!!
Is it actually going to be as crazy, mind blowing, banana suit wearing, epic adventure, 4 hours irish house line waiting, incredible night of love and O Canada?!!?!??!  Turn out yes!
Click on the link above, then click on attening and grab your loud horns and your flags. I will do everything in my power NOT to get a public intoxication ticket on Burrard St. Sorry Mom.... :)

Get your butts downtown on February 12th because if you're not there - well, then, you're a party pooper...and no one likes a party pooper ;)

GO CANADA GO! GO CANADA GO! SEE YOU THERE!! (so will Quatchi!)

*photo credit* @danparker06 (aka bf :)

What I missed most [pics]

In honour of my return to Vancity, I decided that since my brain is too overwhelmed with emotions for any kind of words, I decided to post a photo blog instead.  I am so happy to be back on the west coast, it feels like it was where I was meant to be.  Possibly due to the fact I was born in Richmond, but regardless - I am back and I am HAPPY.  Bf just said I loved blogging more then him, since I arrived 9 hrs ago and would rather do this then snuggle - I told him that I to write when it pops in my head, otherwise the posts seem forced and lame.  So here we are, my photo blog about the things I am most looking forward to being back in Van.   Well, these and some insanly amusing Canucks tweetups. NOW BRING ON THE FLIP FLOP WEATHER!! :) 

Follow Me Foodie: The E! True Hollywood Story

*** WARNING: My food pics may stimulate hunger, so explore my blog with munchies within a reachable distance! For the love of food...***(taken from followmefoodie.com)

It was true love from the start - Any food blog with a warning label has my immediate attention.

'Follow Me Foodie' is a Vancouver-based blog started in July of 2009 by @followmefoodie, otherwise known as  the lovely and creative, Mijune Pak.  'Follow me Foodie' explores not only the local Vancouver cuisine, but also includes food and restaurants on a more global scale.  Ranked Top 5 on the Vancouver Blog Leaderboard, and also in the Top 10 blogs on Urbanspoon.com - Mijune's ability to have you craving your computer screen through her words, makes her the written version of watching the 'Iron Chef'.  Her upbeat personality shows through in every post, and I guarantee the photography will make your mouth water uncontrollably.  

isn't she just the cutest?!

  I recently asked Twitter if there was anyone who would be interested in participating in Baked in Vancouver's very first blog interview.  I got a message from MiJune (@FollowMeFoodie) that simply said: "Let's do it :)"

AMAZING! I was so excited!! I decided to take a tough Barbara Walters approach, with a dabble of Ellen's quirky interview skills, and maybe even cap it off with an Oprah-like tear-worthy moment.  So here she is, the wonderful and delicious Mijune Pak - it's time to meet the lady behind the foodie!

C:OK, let's all make sure we're on the same page - What constitutes a Foodie?

M: Wow, now I'm nervous. I don't even know if I can answer your first question. I don't even know the official definition if there is one, but for me a "foodie" is someone who is passionate about food. A food enthusiast... in the most extreme sense of the word. We don't only eat to get full or satisfy hunger pains. We also don't just like to eat, but we love it and we're willing to go lengths when it comes to finding good food.

C:What is your favourite part of a meal?

M: I'm usually more impressed with appetizers and desserts. My favourite times are when I try something that's so good that I don't even want to swallow it because I'm savouring the moment.

C:What was your reaction when you received your first invitation to attend a restaurant opening?

M: I still remember my first one. I was super excited the first time I was invited to an opening, well it was actually a restaurant's 1 year anniversary event. I was jittery and overwhelmed and then when the host said "hi Mijune" I almost fainted. Well actually my eyes just got super big because I was so shocked that they even knew my name. I think I even said "wow!!! you know my name?!?!?"

C:Would you ever consider getting a "Foodie" tattoo? 

M: LOL oh god no! But your question makes me laugh. No offense to anyone that has a tattoo of a food group though... but why?!

C:If you could clarify one common misconception of a Foodie, what would it be?

M: 1) That were amateurs 2) That were pretentious and look down at people who don't know what "good" food is.

C:What do the comments on your blog mean to you?

M: Everything! Seriously. The fact that someone is reading what I write still blows me away to this day. I appreciate every single comment that gets written and have responded to every single one since I started blogging a year and a half ago.

C:What's your favourite dish to bring to a potluck? What's the most requested dish for you to bring?

M: I love being in charge of either appetizers or desserts. I never make the same thing twice, and I probably couldn't even do it even if I tried since I rarely use a recipe. Therefore I never get any particular requests. 

C:If you could eat breakfast in any restaurant in the world tomorrow, where would it be and what would you have?

M: Le Manoir aux Quat'Saisons in Oxford, UK. I'd have chef's choice. 

C:What would you be doing if you weren't a Foodie?

M: I have no idea... I don't even think I know what that means... does that mean I'd just be eating cause I have to... ? 

C:What are your thoughts on condiments?

M: That they are NOT potluck items! Other than that I do enjoy them. In some cases I think it can mask the flavour of the food and in other cases I think it can enhance the flavours or just make it taste better. Food is so personal though so it just depends on your own palate. 

C:If you could create a new food group, what would it be and what would be your favourite dish?

M: Dessert. Ice cream.

C: How do Foodies stay in such good shape? What's the secret?!

M: Lol I'd like to know that one as well! 

Wouldn't we all, Mijune, wouldn't we all :) I can't thank her enough for taking the time to let us meet the lady behind the food, and I'm so excited to post this that I keep misspelling words and keep having to use backspace!! 

If you haven't already done so, make sure you follow @followmefoodie on Twitter and from there - you MUST check out her blog and Facebook! I promise she will not disappoint - although as per the warning, you will definitely need some munchies by your side.  OH! and also vote for her for a Shorty Award here: http://shortyawards.com/followmefoodie
Happy eating, everyone!

the longest good-bye

What is it about saying good-bye to our significant other over the phone, that turns us all into mushy balls of goo?  Good question. Last night I was just sitting around with my bff, checking out People.com and trying to watch American Idol online (don't judge me). She was chatting away with her boyfriend, who we had just had dinner with an hour before, and the room was otherwise silent. I had never really noticed before, but it's really funny to listen to only one persons side of the call.  They approached the end of the conversation, or what was supposed to be, and I hear her say:

"Ok, talk to you later, Bye..
byeeee..
ok love you bye..
have a good sleep, k good night......love you..
k byee..
hehehe beat it bud..
good b----"

I couldn't contain myself!! I literally burst out laughing, which then led to her bursting out laughing - which in turn caused her boyfriend to ask what we were laughing at.  So she explained it to him, which made their conversation continue and I went back to reading about how Hilary Duff is not actually pregnant and Camille Grammar is the "victim" (pffft. please. poor $50 million victim).  Then after a few minutes, I hear this:

"alright good night - talk to you tomorrow..
byeee..
love you too..
k bye..
love youuuu..
night..
hehehe aw your cute...
k bye..
byeeee"
*click*
*pause*
"awwww"

Wow, I had tears in my eyes at that point! They had finally done it! the goodbye was complete!
It was probably funnier when it actually happened, but I think everyone knows what I'm talking about.  15 minute good-byes are the norm, especially when you're in love.  Honestly, even my BBM good-byes can sometimes span through half en episode of Project Runway.  Feel the love, embrace it, and say good-bye as long as you want too - But please - one request: Do it in front of me so I can listen in and laugh my ass off  at you ;)

"Will you marry me?" [pics]

Once upon a time, when I was heavier and probably half in the bag, I decided to show my boyfriend how I would react when he proposes to me.  That's right - I acted it out for him so he'd know what he had to look forward too.  He kindly photographed the entire sequence of reactions:

First up: The Ring Reaction!
Omg a Tiffany's white gold, solitaire sparkler?!?! How'd you know?!?!
(he he he)

Followed by me crying uncontrollably that I don't have to blog about being
a spinster anymore...

Then I would get on the phone and call my family, friends, the bank,
and possibly King George Pizza.

Then comes the happy dance..

Finally concluding with me busting into a cheerleading routine.

I am so glad he captured this moment on camera - and if the day ever comes when I actually DO get engaged,  at least he knows what to expect.  These pictures get me excited just looking at them, but hopefully when the time comes for him to get on one knee, I will have a more stylish outfit on.

10 reasons why I won't follow

It used to feel like Twitter was a strange universe, in comparison to the once wonderful (and yet now dull and boring) world of Facebook.  I followed some people, not even sure why, and some of them followed back.  My timeline would be blasted with links about "Building your SEO!" and "Need a Realtor in Kentucky?".  Two problems with that - #1. SEO? Senior Excellent Officer? what the hell did that even mean? and #2. I don't live in Kentucky, and probably never will.

Now that I have a better handle on how Twitter works, I pay close attention to who spams my timeline with what.  I actually do some homework before I follow, and here is a few of the reasons I may not follow back:

1. If I click on your profile and your avatar is an egg. Eggs are not people, they are just eggs.

2. If I read through your timeline and you don't RT, well, then I think you're selfish.

3. If every other day you want me to "RT this to win!" Unless it's free cake - I'm not interested.

4. If I'm following you on Twitter, I probably am not going to "Like" you on facebook too. That has to be a violation of sector code something something in the Twitter handbook. (If one exists)

5. If you are a girl offering me the most 'wild and naughty' night of my life, and your picture is of a scene from Boogie Nights (yes, the one in the bathroom....) - I figure it's not my female attention you really want.

6. If I follow someone, and get an auto DM - I'm out.  I know where this is headed.

7. If you don't engage in conversation, or you pick a fight over Twitter - consider yourself unfollowed (excludes celebrities and celebrity gossip updates)

8. If you are constantly tweeting negative things, I need happy in my life so go update your Facebook status for pity.

9. If your profile link is to a spam website. I don't eat Spam, and I sure as hell don't read it.

10. If I say I want to watch a movie, it doesn't mean I want to "WIN FREE TICKETS" If I wanted free tickets, Id say "I want free tickets to a movie!" That's how it works.

So, if I have unfollowed anyone for any of these reasons - now you know why.  Being human is the greatest thing about Twitter.  Talk to people, they talk back, everyone is happy and spam free.  To easily adjust your "following" list, use Tweepi.  It's a free, fast and easy way to accomplish a happy timeline :)

my most embarrassing moment 2010

When I drove to Ontario from BC, I hit Winnipeg on a super hot day.  I had some time before I was supposed to pick up my friend at the airport, to accompany me through the largeness that is Ontario.  I grabbed the SPF4, sunglasses and party supplies for one - and went to The Forks. The Forks is a popular tourist spot, with a funky bridge, a skateboard park, and lots and lots of children. Here is the photo journey leading up to, quite possibly, the most embarrassing experience of my adult life...

The scene of the crime. 

The view from the grassy knoll, where I decided to tan the day away...

Here's me, tanning. All is well and good, and I am happy to be in the middle of Canada,
all by myself, sitting on this grassy knoll...

What's this? A brand new cell phone? Wow. It's my lucky day! 

This is where everything went horribly wrong.  No sooner had I put the "new" cell phone in my purse, when I notice a guy frantically searching on my knoll. I tried to pretend like he wasn't looking for something for two reasons.  First, who knew if it was a cell phone he was looking for? (yikes) and second, I was clearly tanning in a bathing suit.  I don't know about any of you - but calling a random guy's attention when you are half naked on a knoll is not exactly my idea of a good time.  Anyways - my guilty conscience got the best of me and I asked the guy what he was looking for.  Guess what it was? Yah. The cell phone.  I told him I found it and then reached into my purse to get it.....I lifted my 'arm of honesty' up to hand him the phone, and......

my boob fell out.

Oh yah.

It happened.

I scurried to cover up, but to make matters more interesting, his girlfriend was sitting in the car in the parking lot.  Yes. The same car that was pointed directly towards my grassy knoll, with a clear view of what was happening.  He took the phone, said thank you - and went back to the car.  I grabbed my video camera and obviously recorded them driving away, with a brief synopsis of what had just happened so I can show my kids this special memory.

Now if that's not a FML moment, please tell me what is.

this is not easy for me to say, but I think we should see other people..

 I LOVE FOOD. I can't help it.  I love it so much that I can't stop shovelling it down my throat at every possible second.  It's a bit ridiculous, but I have absoluetly no self control when it comes to this subject.  I end up in drive thru's without even planning on it! And since I'm there, well, I may as well have a #1. With ketchup. Extra pickles.

Candy, chips, pastries, cakes, pies, nom nom nom - I'm drooling just thinking about all the marvelous things I have put into my body in the last 28 years of life.  I have given up these foods, only to come right back to them in full force! Penny Candy to the max! Pizza is the new word for "dinner"! All those goodies, that I love to not only eat but apparently photograph, have led my life on a sugary roller coaster of pleasure and misery.  Fattie, skinny, inbetweeny - it's played a role in every step of the way.  I just love food. I'm totally head over heels, crazy in love with food.  Like a lonely man, looking for love on the streets - I look for it in 7-11 AND I'm willing to pay for it!  Here's what my summer looked like, in a nutshell, preferably Hazelnut:

how do you say no? honestly!!

chocolate and I, having a moment

It's time for the madness to end.  It's time to find the right balance of healthy and indulgent - or else I will have to ride this roller coaster for a lot more years, and I'm starting to get dizzy.  I know there is a happy medium somewhere out there, and when I get back to BC next week, I swear I will find it!  

We had some good times, food 'n' I.  I shall never forget you.