31.5.11

Darkhouse Review: An Experiment in Wanting More

"How on earth was I going to tell them I was sick and then hop on a plane to Seattle?  I had a cold only a Seattle doctor knew how to fix? Might as well tell them I was going to Seattle Grace Hospital to get checked up by Doctor McDreamy.."  
-quote from Perry Palomino, Darkhouse: An Experiment in Terror Novel by Karina Halle

I'm going to be honest when I say that reading is not my #1 favourite past-time.  I have read a select number of books since high school - where they basically force you to read, and even then there were Coles notes.  I was always jealous of people who could grab a book, park their ass on the beach or in the bath, and read for hours on end. From the slow beginning of most books, where they are setting the scene and developing the characters, I always seem to lose interest before the second chapter. Some might say I'm impatient...

When I found out that my friend Karina Halle was writing a series of horror novels, I was SO excited for her!!  She writes for a living as a music journalist, and also has an awesome blog that I have been following for a while now.  Writing is a passion of mine, and also a lot of other people, but actually following through and self-publishing your own novel is going above and beyond what this lazy blogger is capable of.  When Darkhouse came to life - I was amazingly given an autographed copy and promised to write an honest review when I was done.

Uh oh. This meant I had to read.

On my most recent work trip to Vancouver Island, I brought along my copy of Darkhouse.  I stared at it for a few days, read the back cover, and became more intrigued to see what it was all about.  The ferry ride home felt like the perfect setting to grab a seat on the deck, in the sun, and get down to it.


I started at the beginning (instead of skipping to the end like usual) and am proud to say I didn't skip any pages.  I wanted to give this book my full attention, and to my surprise, this was not hard to do.  Right from the start the main character, Perry Palomino, sucks you in with her relatable and sarcastic personality.  Before I started the book, I wondered if the character would be based on Karina herself - and came to realize that although there are bits of her poking through, Perry has a very strong personality of her own.  From her quick wit, to an impeccable taste in music - Perry's attitude makes you curious to know what she is all about.

As I read through the first few chapters, I was drawn into the stories that have yet to be told.  There was enough character information to give me a glimpse into her life, and that of the Palomino family, which made me wish there was a corresponding movie I could go see after I finished reading.  Eerily, as the characters made their way to the hub of the horror (aka the lighthouse featured on the cover) my ferry passed by a very similar lighthouse out on the dark ocean water.  It reminded me that although relatable, this Perry chick had a lot more balls then I ever would.

Enter Dex Foray

Love interest? Not so fast.  I believe this was the point when I messaged Karina and told her I wasn't a fan of him.  It had nothing to do with the writing, but rather his cocky attitude.  I knew there was something not sitting right with me about this character. She told me that my opinions would change, and so I kept reading.  In subjects ranging from blogging to haunting dream, and a little annoying sister  and lonely secretive Uncle, I was turning page after page.  I read for 1.5 hours straight, until they kicked me off the deck of the ferry and made me get back in my car.  Jerks.

When I arrived at  home, I found flowers and a bottle of wine that bf had got for me. What a sweetheart.  I poured myself a glass - - and then immediately locked myself in the bathroom for 2+ hours to become one of those people I had envied before.  I had a book - and I liked it enough to not watch television in order to find out what was happening!! Not only that, but in the bath! I continued reading so much so, that bf had to come in and restock my glass.


There were times I thought I could predict what was going to come next, only to be surprised by the creativity that turned up around each corner (or should I say each page).  I had stopped seeing it as a book written by someone I knew, as I was now enthralled with all things Perry and Dex and their confusing yet uniquely entwined relationship.  Again, it led me to want more.  When I had used up all the hot bath water, I relocated to the couch - book in hand.

bf to me: "I've never seen you read before......it's sexy"

I looked up, smiled, and had 29 pages to go.  Not only had Darkhouse turned me into a sexy bitch, but it also left me craving answers.  I contemplated paying Karina to tell me what happens at the end, but I know it will be far more interesting to explore and grow with these characters in the books to come.  This series will no doubt have more twists then I can even begin to anticipate right now - and that is what a series should be. Addicting.

Karina is an amazing person in general, but as an author, her writing style and the characters she brought to life will make you feel like you've been invited into their incredibly unexposed world.  Darkhouse is a journey full of mystery, anticipation and intrigue.  You will most definitely want to read the next book, and the one after that and so on, as there are many questions that require an explanation. And if you're anything like me - you need to know everything about everyone at all times, and Perry & Dex are no exception.

To get your hands on a copy (or an e-copy), check out this Amazon link
To "Like" Karina and Darkhouse on Facebook, click here
To read other reviews, check out GoodRead
To Follow the author on Twitter, follow @Wanderlust1ng

If I knew how to make stars, I'd make a lot of them.  I'm anxiously anticipating Red Fox, the next instalment in the series.  Take a read of Darkhouse and let me know what you think of Dex and Perry, and what you can't wait to find out in the books to come!

27.5.11

What is "Mature" Anyways?


Sometimes I wonder when my brain is going to catch up with my age.

There are many times I feel, when surrounded by other people my age, that I am more mature.  I'm not sure if it's because my job forces me to instruct other people my age and older on how to do their jobs, or whether it's because I try to avoid cursing in my everyday speaking.  Either way - there are DEFINITELY times when I feel the exact opposite of mature.

Take, for instance, my work wardrobe.  I would LOVE to wear jeans and flip flops every day, but that would not go over well at a Monday morning meeting with upper management.  They'll come in, suit and tie, and hair straight off the head of Stephen Harper.  And then there's me - wearing the leggings from XXI and a dress/shirt that comes down to a respectable and work appropriate length.  Whenever my mom goes work clothes shopping with me, she gets to me try and buy a blazer.  I look at them on the hanger and think 'Hmmm. Sure.  That would look great.  Very profesh'
I find my size, and make my way to the change room.  Upon entering those ever-flattering lights and mirrors behind the change room door, I put on the blazer and look up...

Oh my god - I'm 80.

With a blazer on, I feel instantly aged by 30+ yrs.  Not sure why, but for some reason it has been drilled into my brain that 'structured' translates into 'grown-up'.  My position at work is one of authority, but should it come down to the way I dress? No.  If they won't listen to me because I'm wearing leggings, a blazer is not going to help the situation.

Other times I feel like a small child, is when people around me are talking about things like religion or politics.  I can't join the conversation because I'm ignorant to both subjects, but not only that - they make me react the way a 5 year old would.  I get all angry and have a temper tantrum about how we should throw away money and everyone just do their own thing.  What? Bad Plan? If we all shared - then we wouldn't have to worry about voting for people we hate, and then watching ones we hate more win and control our lives.

See what I mean? These are not the thoughts of someone who is mature.

Finally, I can't sleep in any place, at any time.  Old people can (aka people my age).  My brain is in constant "I don't want to drool in front of young people" mode, which causes me to stay awake on planes, train and in automobiles (and skytrains).  Maybe this doesn't make me immature, but when I look at all the sleeping people on the train, the mature variety is definitely the majority.

In closing, I'd like to say that feeling younger then my age isn't a bad thing at all.  In some cases, I could probably step it up a bit and act more mature, but what is mature anyway?  Boring? Conformed? Worst.  Give me immature any day.
Now please excuse me, I have to go set up my slip'n'slide while it's still sunny...

25.5.11

This Would Never Happen in Toronto

THE CANUCKS ARE GOING TO THE STANLEY CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SWEET MOTHER MARY OF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's all I got for now... so until next time....



GO CANUCKS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

22.5.11

Kinda like Canadian Idol, but without phones or idols.

I have awesomely been nominated for an Urban Culture Awards in Vancouver!!!

This is VERY exciting news for me, and I am so happy that people would consider what I talk about, to be even remotely interesting!!! WHO KNEW?!?!

The Urban Culture Conference is being held this August and here's a bit about what's happening:
Date: August 27 & 28

"Welcoming the first annual Urban Culture Conference to Vancouver, British Columbia! Vancouver is a city of rich culture, individualism, and some serious artistic talent! Our goal is to bring together thousands of like-minded people for a weekend of music, entertainment, seminars, and events showcasing the city’s artistic and athletic talent!  It’s about sharing new experiences, learning about the current scenes, and opening up to new movements within URBAN CULTURE!"
My nomination is for Most Influencial Twitter User.  Now, I don't know if I influence people very much - but I do love the conversations, the hilarious, witty people - and everyone from across the world that talks to me on a daily basis.  If I have any influence - it's probably to go and eat cake.  I get that a lot (you're welcome!)

So, I ask you one little favour - if you enjoy our chats on Twitter, or if you are one of the amazing people that read my blog without having to because you are blood-related to me, please VOTE FOR ME!

Click Here: Urban Culture Conference + Awards or just to the right of this post, there's a button link to the site ----->

To vote for Twitter, go to "MISC" and then "Twitter User" - You'll see @loveyourcake listed in the Top 5, thanks to some awesome people who have already voted.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

Hope to see some of you there, still cheering about that cup we won back in June... :D!!!

21.5.11

{New Upcoming Blog Series} 28 days: From Age to Happy

28

As I sit down to write this, I stare at the keys with a blank look on my face.
You can't see that, of course, but just know that it's there.
I know what I want to write about, and I know what I want to say - but finding the words that don't sound corny and cliche are damn near impossible, when it comes to this subject.  Since such a huge part of my life has been surrounded, clouded, shadowed, enriched and enlightened by this issue, I have thought long and hard about how to best get my point across.

Why does my point matter? Because I have been there. I have been through it all.  And like most things in life, the ones who have 'been there, done that' tend to be able to offer insight and shed light, on situations that otherwise get lost in the darkness.  This post isn't about ghosts. It's not about mystery, drama or murder - or even anything exciting.  And only at the very end will the writer, me, be in a good mood.

Enough sugar-coating.

Mmmm, sugar....

We're talking weight loss.

I decided to dedicate 28 days of my life to trying to stay happy, work out and not eat junk food.

Anyone who has struggled with their weight knows the rules.  You should eat well, you need to exercise, you probably shouldn't drink a 24 of beer between 2 of your gf's (century club, don't judge).  You know all of this but you've done it anyways.  I'm not here to lecture you on why you should or shouldn't - and pretty much comes down to the fact that I'm guilty myself.  Maybe I didn't need to eat 3 bagels with cream cheese and bacon bits.  Maybe I did.
What's it to you?

Well, the problem wasn't what it meant to you, or anyone else - it's  what it meant to ME.  Sadly, having a desirable figure has controlled my life throughout almost every year that I can remember.  I know I'm not alone here, which is what gave me the idea to write this blog series.

I am taking the number of years in my life, and setting that as a goal.

I will complete the project in June, and begin posting after a trip home to Ontario where I can take some time to figure out how to keep people motivated without sounding like a loop of the Biggest Loser.  We all know you can do it, you deserve it, bla bla bla - but the question is, WILL you?

Stay tuned because we're getting skinny. I know I've said this before, but you all know it never really ends.  May as well start at the beginning...

17.5.11

The Cream Cheesiest Contest Ever! **NOW CLOSED**

I said that once I reached 30,000 tweets - I would run a contest.
There was only one issue.  I had nothing to giveaway!!

Enter Kraft Canada.

Mmmmm Kraft Canada.  I am a dedicated Kraft recipe user, mostly because they offer healthy solutions to otherwise unhealthy meals.  Burritos, casseroles - all you need is to do is visit Kraft Canada, and you're set!

Anyways, getting back to the contest...

I received an email about a community of cooking lovers called the "Real Women of Philedelphia".  Basically, it's a search for Canada's next big cooking stars.  People from all over Canada have joined together with famous host, Chef Anna Olson.  Over the last four weeks, hundreds have submitted cooking videos that entered them to compete in a cook-off.  They are even giving four finalists $20,000 and the chance to lead the community moving forward!


I don't like making things complicated, so I'm not going to say that you have to join the community to win.  Although if you do want to join, they are giving away $1.00 off coupons for Philadelphia Cream Cheese.  To claim your coupon (you crazy couponers) visit Real Women of Philadelphia today.

AND NOW.....THE CONTEST!

The winner will receive this Real Women of Philadelphia apron and coupons for FREE Philadelphia Cream Cheese products!!  


TO ENTER:
#1: Follow @PhillyCanada on Twitter  
(don't worry, it's a real person behind the account so you won't get spammed with links about cheese - although I don't see that as a bad thing....)


#2: Comment below with your favourite way to eat Philly Cream Cheese (on a bagel with bacon bits is mine - so back off - get your own sandwich ;)

This contest is open to residents of Canada (excludes Quebec) and will run until Monday, May 23rd 2011 at 12:00:00.  Make sure you leave your Twitter name or email, as  the winner will be chosen at random and the results will be posted on Twitter and on right here, at Baked in Vancouver.
Prizes will be mailed out once the winner is announced, so you can start to enjoy cooking lots of cheesy goodness in your new, sexy apron!!

SAY CHEESE!! GOOD LUCK!!


The winner is comment #7 "sarah"!!! Please contact me so I can get your information! Congrats and thanks to everyone for entering!! 


Next contest coming soon :) 

16.5.11

Why do we Scream at Things we Like?

I love a good scream.

Not a fight scream, or a panic scream, nothing horrible like that.  The screams I am referring too are of the happy variety.

We've all gone to concerts, and we scream until we lose our voice.
We see a famous person, and we instantly raise the octaves and squeal with excitement!

I'm not just talking a "HEY COOL IT'S SO AND SO" - I'm talking more about like...

"OH MY GOD!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!! WOOOOOOO!!! BESTTTTTT!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!! w-AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOO WOOOOOOO!!!!"

More like that. When I was at the Drake concert last year, and Jay-Z and Eminem walked out on stage, I screamed like I was being chased by a pack of murderous wolves.  Kelly Clarkson? Oh yah. I'm screamin' at her too. All of 'em.  Line up the famous people, and I will scream at them one by one.  Scream until my lungs hurt, and until I go to work with zero ability to communicate verbally with anyone.  It's not that I am screaming at them because they stepped on my new shoe - no, no, no.  I'm just opening my mouth, and making loud noises, because .... I..... have no idea why!!!

Last night, when my amazing friend Kira won VIP Tickets to The Commodore Ballroom downtown to watch the game - there was no shortage of screaming.  This led me to think about how we scream at TV's and we scream at hockey teams - and how this doesn't seem to be a strange ritual to anyone?!  If I was an alien watching our planet - I'd be confused.  How would they know that when we scream at good things, we call it "cheering" and not fighting?  It probably looks pretty similar..  I'm confused already...

But of course it's not strange.  Find me someone who wouldn't scream if they caught a flying hockey puck, or got a portion of lead singers water bottle spit to land on their arm?! These are both scream-worthy moments.

If you tell me you don't scream - I will say you're a liar.  I would love for someone to please explain why we do this?! Is it pent up excitement?! Is it trying to get celebrity attention, among a sea of a thousand screams?! Is it because we all have a little 'psycho' inside of us?!
Regardless of the reason, we'll continue to do it.  May as well start with one of these:

"GO CANUCKS GO!"

Lord knows we'll be needing the practice in the next few weeks...

11.5.11

Blame it on the Rain. Yah Yah.



I don't know what to do with myself.

This grey, depressing, dreary, damp, disgusting, downer of days that we in Vancouver have been surviving through - is REALLY getting to me.

At this time last year, I was so tanned. Like, ridiculously tanned.  It was like I'd already had summer.  I was running outside along the Niagara River in Ontario.  It was warm - a tank top would suffice.  My best friend and I were frolicking outside, playing baseball (ok, trying to play baseball) We spent nights roaming around Niagara Falls, no rain at all! The only thing wet, was the dew on the grass.  Seriously.  Last May already kicks this May's ass.

So when will Vancouver see the sun again?  Well, not to be a downer but the answer is NEVER.  It's never coming back.  So just get used to living life in the monotone of grey.  And you know those mountains we used to have? Yah. They're gone.  Someone show me a mountain.  Ridiculous.

Just call me Edward Cullen's wife (seriously, I'm cool with it) and the shittiest part is, that when I go outside I don't sparkle.  Having the ability to sparkle, almost makes up for being as pale as the living dead.

I'm thinking of going in hibernation - so someone let me know when I can carry an ice cream instead of an umbrella.  If it wasn't for reality tv, I don't know how I would have gotten through these last few months.  If I sound dramatic - it's because, well - I am.  Good call on your part.

Wake me up when I can go to the beach...

6.5.11

This Blogs For Mom


In honor of Mother's Day, I'm dedicating this post to my Mom.  Hi Mom!  I know she reads this, so it makes sense.

How do you even begin to write a post about your mother?  I mean, there's a TON of history there! At least 3 days worth of writing!  Not that she isn't worth 26,000 pages of post, but I thought about what I could cram into a readable, enjoyable, ode to her - on the day where we especially show some love to our moms.

I decided to cover different areas of my life, and the ways that Mom has influenced me in one way or another.  The more I thought about it, I realized she has a hand in basically everything I do to this day.  This beats buy her a copy of the latest edition of "Chicken Soup for the Mothers Soul" by a landslide!!

Music: When I was little, my mom taught aquafit.  She would make these "mixed tapes" (for you youngin's, back in the day we used to tape songs off the radio to form a tape, that would then play in a 'ghettoblaster'.  (Note: a ghettoblaster is not a weapon, it's like a CD player but for tapes) 80's music at it's finest.  It must have been love, She's like the wind, Gloria Estafan, Billy Joel  - eat your heart out.  When she was done with the tapes, she would give them to my sister and I, who would use it as background music for "sock figure skating" events in the basement.  I LOVE 80's music.  To this day, try and stump me on an 80's lyric. JUST TRY!

Hair: At 21, I started going grey. This apparently runs in her family, and happened to her too.  THANKS MOM.

OCD: I have it, and I admit it.  Mom has it - but she justifies it.  When I was younger, I was a slob.  Dishes, clothes, you name it - I was a walking disaster.  She would tell me to clean my room, and I would cry and yell - but now that I'm older, I understand completely.  I don't even know how she managed to stay sane with the 3 of us (sister, dad and I).  I watched her clean eveything, all the time , and would think - why doesn't she sit?  Well, here I am, writing a blog about my mom, and all I can think of is how there's some kind of spill on the coffee table in front of me....actually,brb.....

Punctuality: I'm never late.  I'm always early.  Always.  Growing up, when we had to be at a birthday party for 5, and we lived 10 minutes away - we would leave at 4:30.  As we aged, we began to increase that window to be earlier and earlier.  She has kept up this habit till this very day.  Now that I'm out in the real world - if we make plans, I'm going to be the first one there.  Guaranteed.  I happen to like this trait, as I never feel stressed out about missing out on anything.  If I was skinny, I'd probably be great at going to go-see's on Canada's Next Top Model...

Fashion Sense:  I would put money on the fact that at this moment, my mom is not wearing "mom jeans".  She isn't dressed in a Northern Reflections sweater from 1973.  NO. Instead, my mom is at Winner's.  She is picking up normal jeans, and a stylish shirt.  Probably shoes too.  And maybe a blanket for the living room because, why not?!  I love that when we go out for dinner as a family, we look like we could be at a photoshoot.   I followed in her footsteps, and promise to never go out to dinner in my pajama pants and slippers.  Or your slippers, that I found at value village...because I won't find them...because I'll be at Winner's with Ma.

There's so much more to my mom then I can even begin to describe here.  If I go into detail, she'll start crying (if she hasn't already).  I'll just say that she (along with my Dad) has helped me through every tough time in my life, and has never judged me.  She doesn't approve of everything I do - but she would never hold it against me.  She tells me she's proud of me, and she loves my Dad just like the first day they met - maybe more.  There's so much I could say but most importantly - Mom: I hope you have a great Mother's Day, I love you and I miss you and I'll see you in a few weeks.  Thanks for being an awesome Mom.  Xoxoxo!

ps: I was going to send you flowers, but I know how you can't stand that local florist delivery guy.  Plus, he screwed up the order last time, thus resulting in an email war between the two of us.  I get it now.  Whatta jerk.  Love you!

5.5.11

New Car Owner Questions Choice

the open road...sigh.
All week, as I traveled for work, all I could think about was how my brand new car was parked at home - waiting for me to jump inside of it.  It would be glorious.  We would drive the open roads, avoiding crazy people sniffing my shoulder on the skytrain.  We would go through drive through coffee windows and rejoice.  Through good times and bad, we were destined for great things. I couldn't wait to get back and get started on our new life together.

Enter day one.

I got up nice and early, did my hair, all excited to hop in and make my way over to the office.  I messaged my boss at 7:30 and told him I was on my way and needed to know what parking spot was mine.  He said it was 38.  Amazing.  It was raining, but that didn't matter!  I had an umbrella and I only had to walk 2 feet to the car door.  Life was good.  I turned on the radio to Deadmau5. Could it get any better?! I thought no.

Making my way down the road to hop on Highway 1 westbound, I had could not have been less prepared for what I was in store for around the corner.  I turned onto the street that would lead me to the highway, and that was where the fun ended.  SEVENTEEN MINUTES LATER, I had moved to the next set of lights. FIFTEEN MINUTES AFTER THAT, I got past the third set of lights and was now heading towards the on ramp.  *shudder*  The "on ramp" could not have a worse name.  There was nothing "on" about this ramp.  Since when does it make sense for 5 lanes of traffic, during morning rush hour, to go down to ONE LANE?!  I wanted to get out of my car and strangle Kid Carson (it wasn't his fault, he just sounded so happy and 'car'-free on his radio show).  

Vancouver Traffic Jam
An hour and a half  later - I made it to work.  
I had traveled 20 kilometres. 

TWENTY KILOMETRES!!!!!

I parked and went upstairs, trying to forget the nightmare that I had been dreaming pleasantly about, all week.  The day passed by at a decent speed, and then it was time to go home.  I even left to make sure I would have enough time to avoid rush hour.

...........

Almost TWO HOURS later, and somehow crossing two bridges, backtracking and almost running myself into a "god-damn bridge embankment" - I was home. 

Can't Live - With or Without You.
I have no words for today, other then 40km's took away 3 hours of my life that I will never get back.  It was Oprah's 15th show before the last one, and because of the car, I missed (most of) that.  I know I can watch it online, but it's not the same.  I'll know I'm behind the times.  

So did I make the wrong choice? Should I have tried transit for a bit longer?  Should I have told my boss that if he wants me to drive, I'm going to need a chauffeur?  I'm dreading tomorrow, and need to learn a new route.  Sidenote: If I drive into one of you - it's because I have officially lost my mind, causing me to go blind.  

And if you have a problem with that? You can thank whoever planned (aka didn't actually plan at all) the roads in BC.  

4.5.11

You know what I realized today?

As I was at the sea plane terminal in Nanaimo, waiting to go home from a 3 day work trip, I had an epiphany.  I was staring out over the water, and realized I had a smile on my face.

There was no reason to smile - the work trip had been stressful and the hotel experience only added to an already annoying start to the week.  Shortly after I got there, I realized they had no room service.  Uhh...come again?  Not to sound like a fancy pants, but after I'm done work and am away from home - all I want to do is order room service, and watch copious amounts of television.  The staff informed me that I could order "take-out" and go and pick it up. So that's what I did - ordered the food, and went and got it myself.  No tip for anyone.  They told me housekeeping would pick up my dishes while I was at work. I guess they were trying to meet me halfway.
Coming back to my room, I realized it was a sauna.  Fantastic. There was also no way to adjust the temperature.  I opened the window, breaking 2 of my nails (which made me swear) then sat down to enjoy the rest of my night.  Turns out "rest of my night" actually stood for the next 3 seconds, because outside of my window was some sort of generator.  The sounds this thing made, were possibly more annoying then how Cee Lo Green always wears sunglasses.
Bzzzzzz! Click! Pop! Silence.......OH WAIT! Bzzzzzz!

You have got to be shittin' me.

I shut the window and basically burned every calorie off just my sitting on my  sauna bed, eating the dinner I had gotten myself.  The next morning I wake up, hopped in the shower and --- oh, what's that? no conditioner? Son of a bee-sting.  I wanted to call in sick.  With my hair in a ponytail - I head out for another eventful work day in Victoria.  When I get back to the hotel, all I can think about is how those dishes will be gone so I can go get more, without feeling like a fatty.

Open door.  Wait, what...?!?!

The dishes were still there!!! No one had even come into the room at all!! I usually don't like them in there, but I didn't want to have the dishes from last night's dinner sitting there while I ate off of more dishes.  Do you know what that does to a girls self esteem?! GAH! I called the front desk and said "Um...the housekeeping never came today and I still have dishes from the restaurant."

"Ohhhh that's ok, they can get them tomorrow.  Or do you want me to come get them? Or you can bring them down yourself?"

In the words of David Spade, "Hi. I'm Earth - have we met?"

I wrote out my first ever hotel comment card, and handed it in.  It was not happy.  I was a sweaty, uncomfortable, annoyed guest - who had to stack her dishes on the little desk, to remind her of how she really didn't need those yam fries 2 nights in a row. Seriously.  I left the hotel and headed off to Nanaimo, for another fun-filled work day.  At the end of it all, I sat down and waited to go home.  As I looked out over the ocean - it hit me:

I'm the happiest I have been in a long, long time.

No matter what shit I had to deal with during the week, work and accommodation wise, it seemed to roll right off my shoulders.  Normally in years past, I would have been crying on the phone to bf that I wanted to come home.

This time around? It didn't even cause the slightest ruffle in my life.

I'm growing up (and if the stack of dishes was any indication, growing out, as well) and I kinda like it.  Bring it on, aging.  I got this one in the bag.

 
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