I Gotta Know You Now And Then

Because I'm tired and unoriginal:
(copied from Maxie)

1. Go to http://www.photobucket.com/
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use only the first page
4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.

1. What is your relationship status?



2. Who is your celebrity crush?



3. Who is your favorite band?



4. What is your favorite movie?



5. What kind of pet do you have?



6. Where do you live?



7. Where do you work?



8. What do you look like?


* I don't actually look like this but it was either animation or porn *

9. What do you drive?



10. What’s your favorite TV show?



11. Describe yourself.



12. What’s your name?



13. What’s your favorite candy?





The End.

Friday Night Last Orders At The Pub

I'm over my strop - I think I just needed to vent my spleen to get it out of my system. So, um, thanks for listening!

Westy's team is up 3-1 in their playoff series. They play again tonight. On one hand I hope they win so the series is over and they can have a rest before the next round of playoffs start. On the selfish hand, I kind of want them to lose so they have to play again tomorrow. There's a slight possibility I could drive up to Vernon tomorrow if they have a game.

After working really hard on the soul-sucking English course for the last month, I've now become sloth-like. I haven't touched it for a week. This is a bad plan because I've only got until the first week of May to write 2 papers and finish the readings. Maybe this weekend will be super-productive like last weekend. Or maybe I will spend the weekend being a lazy arse - who knows?

Daylight Savings kicked my ass this week. It has been so difficult to get out of bed in the morning when it's still pitch black outside. Plus it's been grey and rainy during the day (which might have also contributed to my tantrum.) I have spent the last week daydreaming about tropical locations. S has decided that he doesn't want to plan his 30th Birthday Holiday Extravaganza. He wants to leave it to the week before and try to get a last minute deal. The frugal part of me agrees with him - we can get more bang for our buck if we wait. The type-A, list-loving, planner part of me is not loving this plan so much. I need to plan. I need to prepare. This is S's birthday trip though, so I'm trying to chill out. If he wants to leave it to the last minute, we'll leave it to the last minute. I'm hoping that all the Alaskan cruises will be sold out if we leave it too long, meaning that we'll be forced to go somewhere warm and sunny.

Happy Friday!

Let's Go Another Round I Will Follow You Down And Out

My Entertainment Round-Up

Watching:

In the last week I've seen 2 movies (which is weird because generally speaking, I'm not a movie-going person) - Juno and Be Kind Rewind.

Juno was my choice. I loved it. I thought I wouldn't love it because I'm pretty much the last person on Earth to have seen it and it's been pretty hyped up. Usually when something has received a lot of hype, I am disappointed. Juno did not disappoint. At one point, S leaned over and told me that I remind him of Jennifer Garner. I was so flattered until he clarified that I don't remind him of Jennifer Garner because we're both stunningly gorgeous, but that I reminded him of Jennifer Garner's character when she made a comment about being ready for parenthood because she's "read all the books!" Whatever. I'd rather be well-read than gorgeous anyway.

Be Kind Rewind was S's choice. I'm a fan of Jack Black but ever since Nacho Libre I've been boycotting him. Nacho Libre = stupidest film I have ever seen. Not that I'd tell S that - he has a bit of a man-crush on Jack Black and Nacho Libre is one of his favourite Jack Black films. I prefer the Jack Black circa 2000 (aka the High Fidelity years.) I was pleasantly surprised though. Be Kind Rewind had an actual storyline, plot and conclusion. It was about 30 minutes too long but it wasn't an unbearable 30 minutes. Jack Black was funny without being too over the top. It was actually a pretty good film. More of a renter, in my opinion, but still worth seeing.

Reading:

I just finished Eat, Pray, Love (Elizabeth Gilbert.) I read this book because everyone seems to be reading it and everyone is saying it's the best! book! ever! Clearly this was a bad reason to read it (see above section re: hype.) I did not love this book. I didn't hate it; I just didn't love it. Reading it did not change my life. I did not have an epiphany while reading this book. I thought Elizabeth Gilbert was a bit whiny. Instead of absorbing every word, I used a lot of mental energy willing her to shut up. Which is stupid - I should have just stopped reading it. The problem is that I'm unable to not finish a book once I start. The book wasn't bad - I'm not saying you shouldn't read it. I'm just saying you shouldn't expect a lot from it. It's a perfectly nice book - it's just not something amazing.

I've moved on to Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood (Jennifer Traig.) I'm loving this book (probably because I often catch myself being a bit OCD.) I'm only about a quarter through it so I shouldn't judge it yet, but I can tell I'm going to enjoy this book. It's not as funny as I thought it would be but it's funny enough.

Listening:

I've been going through a bit of a music drought recently. I haven't been excited about an album since I bought the Fratelli's album a few months ago. Does anyone have any suggestions? I've got an eclectic taste in music - I'll listen to pretty much anything (except for rap or country - and by "country" I mean "country ... except for Willie Nelson because Willie Nelson rocks and if you don't agree I'll kick you in the shins.")

The Whole Damn World Invited Themselves To My Sunday BBQ

I had a really nice, chilled-out weekend.

Friday night I stayed downtown after work and had dinner with a friend I haven't seen in a while. It's a bit ridiculous - I moved from downtown the week she moved downtown. She's one of my Best Ladies so it's a bit sad that we don't see each other more often. Now that the wedding is less than 5 months away (gulp) I'm sure we'll see each other more often as I impose Best Lady duties on her.

After dinner I decided to forgo the Wild Night Out she had planned with a few of our other friends and went home to do homework. I actually managed to finish an assignment this weekend (hello Miss Efficient) so the soul-sucking English course is sucking a little less soul. There's just 7 weeks left until I write the exam and for the first time I actually feel like I might be done the coursework before then.

Saturday was spent bbq shopping. When we finally stopped renting and bought a condo, getting a puppy and a bbq were the things we were most looking forward to. I didn't think that getting a bbq would be such an ordeal. S dragged me to 4 (4!) stores before we finally found an acceptable bbq. It was ridiculous. I have never seen him so indecisive. I was no help at all, seeing as I know nothing about buying a bbq. My criteria was 'can it cook a burger? yes? sold!' but apparently there's more to it than that. After 3 hours of bqq shopping (I thought my head was going to explode) we finally decided on an electric bbq. You didn't know they make electric bbq's? We didn't either, until we reached the 4th store. The conversation went a little like this:

Me: Why do they make electric bbq's?
S: I don't know. Why not?
Me: Maybe some municipalities don't allow gas bbq's on balconies.
S: Maybe. Does our municipality allow gas bbq's on balconies?
Me: I don't know. You were in charge of the BBQ Acquisition Plan.
S: Well maybe we should get the electric.
Me: That would mean that we wouldn't ever have to worry about filling the propane tank.
S: And you wouldn't ever blow up the condo. (Which is harsh but ultimately fair)
Me: Sold!

So we brought home our cute little electric bbq and proceeded to bbq everything in the fridge.

After we tested out the bbq we watched the Canucks hand the Blues their asses on a platter.

Speaking of asses on platters, Westy's hockey team routed Vernon in both of their playoff games this weekend. Westy got 1 goal and 2 assists (not too shabby for a defenseman!) though the second assist was actually his goal until another player claimed he deflected it. There's no video replay so they have to take the player's word for it. Such drama on the ice. Anyway, his team had 2 big wins and Westy played 2 great games so hopefully the scouts were out that night.

Sunday was spent doing homework and watching a bizarre documentary on classic video games. We decided to hold off on painting the bathroom because I've changed my mind about the colour (shocking, I know.) I'm leaning towards moss green now.

* Update * Westy's goal was credited back to him so in 2 playoff games he's got 2 goals and 1 assist. Such a star, if you ask me (though that might be my big sister bias talking.)

Your Face Reminds Me Of A Flower

I was feeling a bit blue so I bought some gerbera daisies. Turns out that Stella is a big fan. Please note the inquisitive nose ...

My puppy is rotten but adorable.

All Dressed Up To Catch A Glimpse Of The List

Hi! My name is Hillary and I'm getting married in 5 months. Am I ready to get married in 5 months? Not so much.

According to Martha Stewart, things we haven't done yet (that we should have already) include:

- compile guests' addresses
- book officiant
- book florist
- book photographer
- plan honeymoon
- arrange wedding day transportation
- purchase or reserve groom's attire
- purchase bride's shoes, accessories, jewelry, etc.
- choose attendants' attire
- choose favours
- choose gifts for wedding party
- arrange accommodation for out-of-town guests

This list will grow when we reach the 4 month mark. I can't wait.

Are we woefully behind? Yes. Can we be arsed to do anything about it? No. For some reason, we cannot motivate ourselves to actually get 'er done. I love lists. I'm a big fan of making lists and then checking things off of said list. This list? This wedding list of stress and horribleness? I do not love it so much.

The list I do love is the List of Already Accomplished Wedding Shite (this list is so important that it's capitalized)

- book wedding / reception venue
- plan menu
- invitations
- wedding dress
- make guest list
- order wedding cake (or, in our case, cupcake tower)

I wish that this list was longer.

Then there's the list of things I want to do instead of wedding planning:

- paint the bathroom
- not fail the soul sucking English course
- put Stella in puppy school
- go on holiday for S's 30th birthday
- actually have a house-warming party (even though we moved ohhh 4 months ago ... which brings us to my next point)
- finish unpacking (I'm not proud)

I'm starting to have nightmares about a half-planned wedding. You'd think this would motivate me to do something about it. But you'd be wrong.

I'd Just Like To Try Some Carrot Cake And Wine

Friday was my dad's birthday so we had everyone over for dinner. I made carrot pie for dessert. It really is made from carrots, I promise. I can't describe it - it's sort of similar to pumpkin pie because it uses the same spices, but it's also very different. It's lighter than pumpkin pie and almost ... fresher (for lack of a better word.) The topping is a pecan-crunch that I could probably eat just on its own.




I've never been a fan of quiche but I made one for the vegetarians. It turns out that I love veggie quiche. Probably because I used a shameful amount of cheese (a shameful amount of 2 types of cheese) so it wasn't so much a veggie quiche as it was a cheese pie. Cheese is my crack so I shouldn't be surprised that I liked the quiche.



Other than the family dinner my weekend has been tame. I'm still sick and I'm woefully behind in my soul sucking english course. I spent the day writing a paper and feeling very bitter about it. It's finished now though and I am officially halfway through the course. Which means that tomorrow I get to be a slacker. My plans so far are to sleep in and then watch the Canucks game. Hopefully Stella agrees with the sleeping in part of my plan.

Update: It's 7:30 Sunday morning and Stella has spent the last 20 minutes whining (even though I managed to stumble outside with her at 7 for her morning pee, she's had food and water and she's got toys to keep her satisfied.) She just wants to play. And so here I am, on my sleep-in-morning, up before 8am. I do not love it.