Just staying one day ahead of yesterday

Now some may say that I have some what neglected this blog for far too long. And to that I reply you are absolutely correct. How could I have abandoned something so fantastic so easily. Clearly, the only explanation for such a hiatus is that I did not fully appreciate the loyaltyof my followers....that's right, I'm speaking about you. So here I am once again making this vow to get back on the train and continue to provide you with entertainment for the retarded things I do in my life, because let's be honest who isn't entertained by my lack of thinking a moment through? I recently returned from a trip to Europe where I did many stupid things.....that will most likely come out sooner or later (hopefully some of them later...much much later). But in the 19 days I was for lack of a better word, inspired. Everything was new, breathtaking, exciting and inspiring. I had the chance to spend my 25th birthday over there and despite a few set backs on this day I contemplated abou...

As a girl who has never really invested much time into the kind of car I drive or even really what it looks like, or how many cracks, bumps, and dents it may have - I do every now and then decided that it needs a good bath. There is something strangely satisfying to me about washing all that dirt off the car and watching it sparkle after. Due to the chillness of the season I decided that this time I would do what I like to call the "upscale car wash" the kind where you simply sit in the car and you don't have to lift a finger in order to get it all clean. Well this was my first mistake. I filled up with gas, filled up with windshield wiper fluid and even checked my oil! (My dad would be so proud right now). I purchased the deluxe version car wash, rolled down my window, entered my 5 digit code and proceeded into the car wash.....forgetting to roll up my window. Mistake number two. For some reason in my head I seemed to think that the car wash was going to give me a...

This picture pretty much sums up my feelings about the past 6 months, and how I have come to the terms with the fact that in my recent dating experience, I tend to attract men who are slightly clingy , strange, see my future as having a past, and make me wonder if there really are any normal ones left out there. Now, to be fair a big part of this problem may be me and my inability to be completely and brutally honest, meaning I say yes, when I probably should have said no, I accommodate when I should have stood firm, and close my eyes and pray that the night will end soon when I should have ran for my life. But, to defend myself, there are a lot of strange, strange dudes out there who look at woman like the last smartie in the box and they are all over it like a fat kid, they don't take no for an answer, they are persistant and so you hope that if you just get it over with they will go away. They don't go away. For a while I was thinking this was some kind of punishment,...

Part of being 24 years old means I get to experience that time of life known as awkward Saturday nights stuck talking to someone you really aren't interested in, or making your way to a bathroom in a crowded bar only to be stopped by someone who hopes that in those 30 seconds his first impression will be good enough to have you coming back, that time of life where every weekend out literally feels like a speed dating session! I don't know who ever came up with this first idea of what coining the term a "pick-up line" but I sure wish at that moment in time, before he took a sip of the drink in his left hand and took a step towards that girl on the other end of the room, I wish he had a real friend in that moment in time, and that his real friend decided to tell him that what he is about to do is a bad idea---a really bad idea, and will forever and ever go down in history as a really bad idea! So, to all those poor men out there who have decided to resort to a pick...

These are my parents, Joe and Sandra Lootens . They have been married now for 30+ years, have had 5 children, 9 grandchildren, 1 grand-dog and a life time of memories. I think you never really realize how much your parents taught you until its time to head out into the real world and do it on your own. Here are some of the things I learned from my parents: My parents taught me IRONY -- "keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about" My parents taught me LOGIC --"because I said so, that's why" My parents taught me THE CIRCLE OF LIFE --"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out" My parents taught me STAMINA --"You will sit there until all those vegetables are gone" My parents taught me WISDOM --"When you are my age you will understand" My parents taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE --"If you don't stop crossing your eyes they will stay that way" My parents taught me RELIGION --"You better pray...

You know the saying: Work like you don't need the money Love like you've never been hurt Dance like no one is watching Well I have managed to master one of those thoughts....and it may very well be the best one to master! Just another night out, another time I swore that empty dance floor would not lure me in, and just another time I decided to bust a move...by myself. Its hard to say what I really look like while being consumed by a beat and an empty dance floor, it's not like I've ever seen myself do it, there has been no out of body experience to say to me " Rach , you look retarded. You should consider sitting down and just tapping your foot to the beat like everyone else" No, never once has this happened. In fact, quite the opposite. There is some kind of spell that is cast upon me when I go out for the evening, and all of the sudden I just want to dance. However, based on the evidence I am going to just go out and say it, perhaps someone should just...

Meet Kelly. Kelly is one of my best friends, who I recently had the chance to spend the weekend with in Kelowna . It is a very rare find when you meet a person who, so simply put, is your other half. Every thing done together is fun, all stories become funnier, and memories become that much more memorable. And this one will forever go down in history! The day started with a lovely little walk down Bernard Street in Kelowna where there was a Mardi Gras festival happening, we shopped, had some drinks, felt nauseous as we watched an extremely jiggly belly dancer walk by, you know, just a usual Saturday ! The rest of the afternoon was filled with a poolside backyard (disappointingly no hot tub), a few beverages, and some competitive games of bean bag toss. The afternoon was turning into quite the perfect day, except for the part where Kelly and I ventured into the pool and all of the sudden we both find ourselves so cold, that our fetal instincts kicked in and we were curled up a...