Just staying one day ahead of yesterday

4 girls. Kelowna . A long weekend. Mad libs. Bieber Fever. 3 hour traffic jams. Dance parties. Cheetahs. Nina Pantazopoulos . Amazing food. High school reunions. Ducks in pools. Police....actually ambulance vehicles . Shopping. Snorting. Stuffy noses and one lost voice. And too many laughing moments to count. The fact of the matter is, I can't even go back and begin to describe to you the moments that were captured over my long weekend. But I can confidently say it was one of the better ones I have ever had. One of those times in your life where you are grateful for everything around you, and more importantly the people you are with. Like the Shop Boys say: We partied like rockstars . And I wouldn't have had it any other way. And in the sound and wise words of Amanda Hooker--"well at least my girlfriends would date me!"

I believe, or at least I hope that I believe that everyone will fall in love at least once. Others may experience it more, some less. I have no idea where I land on this continuum . I imagine somewhere between never wanting to date again, and wanting it all. Bit of a wide range, but you can never be too hasty! However, there have been a few experiences in which I never wish to relive, in fact even better, I have started to compose a list of things I would rather do than have to be left standing alone at the gas station of love using the self-service pump, aka go through that again! Get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face Contemplate if everything I though was right is wrong (black is white, up is down, short is long...) Slam my fingers in a door (again and again and again! But only 3 times, any more than that is risking permanent damage) Shove an ice pick under my fingernails Wear black leather in the hottest weather Hit a tree, these fender benders aren't really killing me Ju

Remember when you were a little kid and at the beginning of every school year they would hand out a blank piece of paper and make you write you name vertically down the page and for each letter you had to come up with an adjective that started with each letter of your name? Well to be honest that was always a stressful time of year for me! I felt like the teachers were out to expose us, they were silently judging who were the smart kids and who were the dumb kids. I felt extreme pressure to use words that were long, intelligent sounding, and impressive, however for the most part I feared that I was going to be mocked for my lack of creativity, originality and small vocabulary. That is a lot of pressure. Alas, here I am far past my elementary school days and I am going back to what I learned in school (perhaps we do use the things we learn in school again! But not algebra, nobody should ever use algebra again.) This long weekend I am embarking on an adventure with 3 amazing women to Kel

This little man is my 3 year old nephew Benson. A perfect little being that I could not say enough good things about. Well let's be honest, he may not be 100% perfect, but I'm the auntie and I get to say whatever I want....so he's perfect! Along with the other 4 nephews and 4 nieces I have. Totally 9 sweet, innocent, smart, beautiful and as I've already covered, PERFECT kids. Benson however did one of the more funnier things I have seen him do at our weekly Sunday dinners at my parents. Dinner was complete, cake had been distributed and devoured and hands were sticky! Benson ventured off to the bathroom to wash his hands, which some how turned into a mini hair styling lesson as he decided to wet his entire head and comb it over to the side. He proudly made his entrance back into the kitchen to show off his handsome new do, while also fee

Kirsten Anderson. Today she celebrates her birthday and in honour of a very special day I have chosen to dedicate this entry to her. I can't say enough good things about this beautiful girl. And it certainly is a tragedy to all of you who do not know her. You are most certainly missing out. She is the kind of girl that if you go more than 48 hours with out seeing, you will miss her. The kind of girl that is blunt and to the point, 2-3 word answers are her specialty. The only girl I know who wants to inquire what the ingredients to "natural aloe Vera " baby wipes are. Packs pickles, snap peas, strawberries, blackberries, bug spray and sunscreen on a golfing trip. If you are ever hungry and need someone to share food with, she's your gal! She is really good at the Metro crossword puzzles. She really is a woman of many talents. And I am so proud to call her one of my best friends. So in honour of her, I have put this little number together: Kirsten: I pray

Last night I had a devastating experience. And I mean truly devastating . I was heading out for a night with the girls (and of course my dear soulmate Scott!) and feeling somewhat rushed and not amply prepared for the beauty of these women, I decided to throw on my most favorite pair of jeans. You know the kind, they fit in all the right places, they are worn in and shape your hips perfectly, and no matter what you pair them with you know they are going to look smokin ! Well there was a slight dent in my plan as I pulled on these perfect pair of jeans and soon realized that the zipper was not happy about what I was about to do. The pulling, the squirming, the sucking in....the zipper desperately whispered "you no longer fit into me, please stop trying". After 3 years together, we had seen the best of times, the worst of times, the most embarrassing of times. We had been loyal to each other, relied on one another, and trusted that no matter what they were my go-to. And now

The lovely lady in this picture and I have embarked on a new motto of life: Adventures that will never be beat! Between the two of us we have committed that we will be there for one another to do the crazy things that seem easier when you have a partner in crime. So, our first adventure occured this week as we took a little trip down 17th Ave to visit our new friend Frank. Frank owns The Art of Tarot. Frank has really long hair, and long fingernails, likes stuffed animals, owns a cat that is tailess and far too skinny, is an admitted chain smoker and holds the key to our deepest, darkest secrets. Life has a funny way of throwing you a curve ball just when you were ready to swing at the change up, and it leaves you striking out and mistified at what went wrong, why you didn't see it coming, how you could have changed it, and more importantly what you are going to do next time you step up to the plate. After a few swings and misses you begin to wonder what you are really playing