I kick baby seals (but not penguins).

I like when the news has nice stories. And really awesome stories of seal justice. ERGHHH, PETA. If someone is reading this and thinks the seal hunt "scandal" is worthy of terrifying costumes and pies in politicians' faces - GO AWAY.

My head is splitting today. You know that episode of The Simpsons where Homer is in 3D and at the end, while he falls into the "real world" he gets split up into a million and one pieces? That's pretty much the kind of headache I'm battling right now. (Clip found here, though in German lolz, the part I'm referring to can be found at 6:15 if you are truly curious.)

Spent last night not playing Risk with the loveliest of the lovelys. We watched Dr. Suess and war propaganda cartoons instead, hilarious really and truly. And Felix the Cat!!! Oh man, does that bring back the childhood memories.

Tonight Alex and I will be heading to the Blue Rodeo concert, perhaps followed by an evening of dancing doontoon. Shall I see you there?

I fall asleep in hospital parking lots.

I finally got up the gumption to dye my hair back to brown. Most often I am a summer blonde, autumn brunette. But this year I have been CLINGING to summer, because I depressingly squandered mine away. I don't think there is anyone who lives here who would confuse January as a summer month. SUCK IT UP, MY DEAR.

I am now toying with the idea of taking the scissors to it. When looking at these pictures I was shocked to see how long it has gotten! I'm thinking tons of layers and just a general BIGNESS. Not high school mall kid or anything, just less sleek and more fun. Or maybe not, I don't know. My hair is never something I can definitively decide upon (as is evident by the number of hair polls this blog has seen since it began).

And something cute I found on some random crafter's blog. How to feel miserable as an artist:
1. Constantly compare yourself to other artists.
2. Talk to your family about what you do and expect them to cheer you on.
3. Base your success of your entire career on one project.
4. Stick with what you know.
5. Undervalue your expertise.
6. Let money dictate what you do.
7. Bow to societal pressures.
8. Only do work that your family would love.
9. Do whatever the client/customer/gallery owner/patron/investor asks.
10. Set unachievable overwhelming goals to be accomplished by tomorrow.

Alex².

One of my Christmas presents from Alex was this badass dude - a handmaid ookpik. For those of you who might not know, I "collect" ookpiks (meaning I have one that I drunkenly purchased while in Iqaluit). Traditionally, they are little owls around three inches tall made of seal skin.

Alex carved a piece of wood and covered it partially in fur and then individually glued on each feather. Do you remember seeing him whittle on his front deck this summer? Ookpik II was what he was working on and yes he exuded months of effort. I've found me a special lad.

I went on a VERY important date this week with Ms. Robyn McHugh. She is my true love and never ceases to amaze me with her creativeness and hilariousness. Or the fact that her heart is so loving that it shines right through the very words she speaks!

I wish everyone could have a Robyn in their lives and sometimes I dwell on the fact that in a couple years we might not be able to live in the same city - or maybe even the same country AHEM. But wherever life leads us I know we'll be able to continue our not-so-secret love affair. We have the kind of relationship that spans time zones or whatever else comes our way.

For those who are curious about my plans for this semester, here they are! I am going back to school part-time, distance classes only. This is so I am free to make my own schedule and not feel so CONFINED by my studying and subsequent grades. Somewhere between my first and forth year of university I lost my inability to separate school and life. Both suffered because of it.

This means I will be working part-time with, you guessed it, DRC and the three hooligans. I'm really excited to be child rearing again, especially since it's a make-my-own-schedule kind of deal. How lucky am I! DRC actually screamed and danced with happiness for almost ten minutes when I told her I'd like to come back. I am very much feeling the love.

I am slowly trying to regain my blog mojo. 40 posts for 2009? I think that says a lot about the kind of year I endured. Like you know whatever.

But we've got our love to pay the bills.

Ah, the holiday recap. Christmas with Alex was truly magical. New Year's Eve was very memorable. Christmas Eve Alex and I visited his dad's house and my parent's house and arrived home around one a.m. to open our presents/stockings for one another.

Christmas morning his sister Chelsea dropped off all of MY presents from HIS family. And let me just say I have never been quite so flabbergasted. There had to be at the very least twenty, one from almost everyone on his mom's side of the family. (And phenomenally well picked out to boot, everything from a new laptop bag to tickets for a concert in January)

We then went to our respective parents' homes and met up later that day to hang out with my family. We spent a TON of time with my parents this holiday season, thank you Alex for coming with me so I wouldn't go crazy. :)

My dad taught Alex how to tie a tie, d'aw:
New Year's Eve was spent at McKayla and Phil's, and oh what a time! There were dips and chips to be had, as well as Mario Party 8 for Moo and I (invite me up again soon Moo for a rematch!). The night took the concept of drunkenness to a whole new level. Though just three coolers for me! I've lost interest in drinking over the past few months for some reason.


And I carried on one of my favourite Christmas traditions, driving around and looking at Christmas lights! This house looked like Christmas had up and barfed on it. Not only were their CARS covered in lights along with the holiday music blaring, but all of the lights individually flashed in time with the music. It took several minutes for me to get a shot with all of the lights on at once:

Belated holiday wishes to you all! xo.

This is my 651st post (aka Those Awesome People).

As you all may remember, I have had costume parties on two or three years running for my birthday for my birthday. October thirty-first on the date (2006, 2008, 2009... 2007 I just went to Jingle Jim's, and that's the year I turned nineteen to boot)!

As per usual I had my camera at all occasions. And because he loves me, Patrick arrived in dashingly spooky costumes each time. But I noticed something oddly bizarre about the picture we took together this year...

What's so bizarre you ask? Take a look at Halloween '08:


We did not plan this! It was a spoooooky Halloween coincidence. Here are some more pictures from this years birthday basharooo. Costumes were a must and everyone went nuts with their amazing outfits and ideas!

It was an awesome nights and my little home was packed to the seems with the most awesome kind of people. I bring you: those awesome people.


I made a delicious trail mix with baked pumpkin seeds from the pumpkin Alex and I carved, yum yum.

They only want you when you're seventeen.

So apparently it's the middle of November. Did you know that? I'm still digesting the news that summer is over. But my winter tires have found their way to my car so it must be true.

I got a new computer for Christmas. Christmas came early this year as Old Dell-y lost another adapter (that would be the fifth in a tragic series of laptop adapter suicides). It's this one and it's white and no I don't like that it's white and I paid an additional $200 to ensure that IT'S NOT WHITE but Bryan from Future Shop FUCKED ME OVER. I see you Bryan with a "y" and I remember you, YOU'VE MADE AN ENEMY.

Time is getting the best of me like it has been doing since this year began. Or maybe since my first year of university (though this year seems to be an especially hard one for my time management skills... or lack there of).

I've been partying for the past couple weeks what with birthday alley cramming mine and Alex's birthday parties in an eight day span. We are in a constant state of picking up empties, wig hair and feathers. It's true!

I don't have the pictures from MY birthday party on the new computer (they are stranded on Old Dell-y, but I will gain access to them this weekend, I promise). But here are a few of the cuties who showed up for Alex's smash and crash.












Happy twenty-first birthday to Alex and I, thank you all so much for making them very, very special. LOVE.

Girl's night.

Pink champagne, shots and beer. Watching Sex and the City outside on the back deck. Fancy lingerie.

Girl's night was a raging success.