tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69211901664016675242024-03-13T21:52:42.844-07:00Life in a small townKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-8539903362265417292010-12-31T09:57:00.000-08:002010-12-31T09:57:07.326-08:00ResolutionsMy blogging has been sparatic to say the least... but I live in the country now and although I have internet it is SO SLOW. <br />
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My motivation to write today is a combination of wanting to put my New Years resolutions in writing and the results of my Wii Fit. Bet you know where this is going!<br />
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2010 was a pretty awesome year! I'd even say it was the best year yet! It included trips to Mexico, Vegas and the Vancouver Olympics. I met the man of my dreams and together we bought a house in the country and adopted a puppy. I'm happy and in love. However, like I mentioned before, all this being happy shit has made me fat. 22lbs to be exact. I'm 5'0... you can't hide 22lbs. I have definately noticed it, but have done nothing more than think about doing something about it. In all honesty I was in denial about how bad it really was. Then my mom bought me a Wii Fit for Chrismtas. I was pretty excited about it... until I did my first body test. I have 60lbs to lose before I end up in the normal range. That said, I would be more than happy with 45lbs. Talk about a reality check. I lost all this weight once before but like so many others, you lose the weight and then slowly, very slowly it creeps back. Too many meals out and not nearly enough exercise is problem. It's my own fault. Now I got to fix it.<br />
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New Years Resolution #1: Lose 45-50lbs. I just booked a trip to Cuba so I'd really love to lose 15lbs in the 3 weeks before I leave. It's doable but it's going to require 100% dedication and a lot of cardio. Chicken, Fish and Veggie diet and an hour to 2 hours on the treadmill each day. After Cuba, I can relax a little and lose the rest at heathier pace. <br />
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New Years Resolution #2: In 2010 I found out I have some food sensitivies. I am mildly allergic to gluten. I know I shouldn't eat certain foods but I do anyway and end up on the couch in pain or spending quality time with my bathroom reader. No more. <br />
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New Years Resolutrion #3: I think you should always have one fun one. This year I want to learn to swim. I know how to swim, but don't breathe properly so I can't do it for very long. I'm going to take some private lessons and get good at it. This I am excited about :)<br />
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Happy New Year Everyone! Have a Fantastic 2011Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-44603502772806270742010-11-09T11:35:00.000-08:002010-11-09T11:35:24.875-08:00Getting Used ToSo since we moved in to our little house in the country, there has been some "getting used tos". <br />
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The first one I noticed was my earlier wake up time. I now have to drag my ass out of bed a whole 45 minutes earlier than when I lived in town. In town it would take under 5 minutes to drive to work. Now it takes25 minutes or more. More if the roads are icy, more if I get stuck behind the school bus, more if the puppy distracts me on my way to the jeep. The last one is my own fault... but not really... who can resist a puppy.<br />
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Then I noticed what a huge pain in the ass it is when I have after work committements. Monday nights I curl at 7:30, however I get off work at 5:30. It doesn't make sense drive all the way home to be there for 45 minutes so I hang around in town. Good thing I have friends that I can annoy.<br />
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Oh and of course there is lunch. I can no longer go home for a heathly and tasty lunch. I have been eating out quite regularly again which is hard on my midsection. I have to start planning my lunches and packing them to work with me. I suck at planning.<br />
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Other things I've had to get used to include:<br />
<ul><li>Not hearing the neighbors snore or produce their own porn.</li>
<li>That diesel is no longer outside my window and running at 4am. </li>
<li>The all around peace and quiet</li>
<li>Sleeping in the darkness</li>
<li>Being able to see the stars - that's a tough one </li>
<li>The entertainment provided by the neighbors yelling lengthy conversations at people from the apartment across the alley. </li>
<li>Waking up to this:</li>
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Garden Gnomes!<br />
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Speaking of halloween, I saw a story on the news last night about some dude in Ontario who dressed up as a KKK member. Which is politically incorrect but I'm thinking not much different than the buddy of Kevin's that dressed as Hitler. However Mr. KKK decided he'd take it one step further and include a "black" guy in shackles. If that's not bad enough the LEGION gives him top prize for orginality. It's Halloween, I think everything goes in good humor, but if there is a line then that dude crossed it. <br />
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Did you know female gnomes have giant boobs? They do. I googled it.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-64585268846199068422010-11-01T10:55:00.000-07:002010-11-01T10:55:43.130-07:00Hodge Podge #1254Geez who would have thought that buying a new house, painting and moving would be such a stressful and time consuming process! We had 8 days from our possession date till our first house guests arrived. Yup it's as fun as it sounds. I was completely dillusional when I thought we could get everything done in 4 days. We're still not moved. We're moved in enough to live there but somehow I still have an apartment full of "stuff" to transport to the new place. Oh and one room and all the trim still needs a second coat of paint. <br />
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Halloween was awesome for the 2nd year in a row. I really love country dances. Only there can you see Saddam Hussien, Osama Bin Laden, Hitler and a Hutterite couple (done by twins) drinking beer together. Nothing really seems to offend anyone, ever. Which is pretty cool. I especially love the local band that plays at them. They have a playlist that includes a very large number of Corb Lund songs. Apparently the lead singer and I have a mutual love for Corb. (I have tickets to see my 7th Corb Lund show this December...EEEeeeeeexciting)<br />
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Back to Halloween... Kevin and I rocked some pretty awesome gnome costumes. I'll post some pictures soon!Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-88633631151641666172010-10-13T13:56:00.000-07:002010-10-13T13:56:06.530-07:00I am stuffed... just like that turkey I ate only not as tastyWhat a great weekend! The things I am grateful for are too numerous to mention. My world is pretty good. Kevin and I move into our new place at the end of this month, Hank the Tank wonderpuppy is now with us, I have great family, super friends, a good job and time to do the things I love. I really am thankful for everything. Well except the 20 extra pounds, but who's paying attention...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-47277015020980926732010-10-05T11:15:00.000-07:002010-10-05T11:15:57.952-07:00My backyard paradise"It's my little foothill's heaven on this Northern Rocky Range... my favorite place to be and mr. that ain't gonna change"<br />
- Corb Lund<br />
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We just bought our first home together. I am sooo excited! It's a little house on 10 acres in an area outside of town called Sunrise Valley. It's so beautiful, surrounded by rolling hills and views of the mountains in the distance with not a neighbor in site. I can't wait to move in!Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-21987964713524010852010-09-29T14:19:00.000-07:002010-09-29T14:19:31.853-07:00Sweet Enough3 days ago I made the decision to cut sugar out from my diet due to my addict like behaviour. I ATE AN ENTIRE SOUP BOWL OF PEANUT BUTTER ICING. It was very tasty and very gross all the same time. So goodbye sugar. I am addicted to you and that is not cool. New plan: fruits and veggies are okay but anything with sugar added is not. The first 2 days of my new meal plan were complete hell. I got headaches, I was hungry ALL THE TIME. It was ridiculous. I'd eat a chicken breast and some veggies, my tummy would feel full but at the same time I would be hungry. <br />
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It's day 3. I'm feeling much much better. However, my new challenge seems to be the fact that sugar is in EVERYTHING. No pre-package or processed foods of anykind for me. Looks like I'll be making everything from scratch.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-47892316979458502762010-09-23T13:04:00.000-07:002010-09-23T13:04:00.346-07:00Meet Hank!Kevin thinks it's a good idea to do one major thing at a time. Meaning: He thinks we should buy a house and then start thinking about a puppy. I much prefer doing everything all at once. Meaning: Although the deal could still fall through on the house, I've found us a puppy and he's ours for the picking up Thanksgiving weekend.<br />
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Meet Hank! His mom is German Shepard X and his dad is a St. Bernard X. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/TJuyFGN74xI/AAAAAAAAANA/sJLORqLsfIw/s1600/HANK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/TJuyFGN74xI/AAAAAAAAANA/sJLORqLsfIw/s320/HANK.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How could I not! I'm totally in love with his face!</div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-63000830775759308032010-09-20T16:23:00.000-07:002010-09-20T16:23:11.842-07:00Fat & HappyMy life over the past 7 months has been a whirlwind of awesomeness. I met a boy and I fell in love and although that in itself is pretty wicked, that boy and I are going through the process of purchasing our first home and adopting one extremely cute puppy. Life is great, so great that I've gained 35lbs! Not only am I happy, I'm fat. Fat and happy. <br />
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I want to do something about it. I want lose weight so I've been reading a bunch of blogs from people who are chronicling their weightloss journey. Problem is almost every blogger I've read, "LOVES FOOD" and I hate it. I hate to cook, so I eat out A LOT or I grab whatever's easiest which in most cases is the box of KD or whatever I can find that cooks in the microwave. When I get hungry I need to eat like now. So that handful of chocolate chips or chunk of cheese while I'm cooking my healthy meal is rather unproductive. I hate it that in order to diet, food has to consume my life. I need to plan, prepare and record. I can't handle all the thinking that has to go into eating. When I diet I do great in the beginning. I pick 4 or 5 different dishes and I eat them over and over and over again. It's great! Until life gets in the way of my routine. I'm not trying to make excuses, I know there is no easy way and I just have to suck it up and do it. However I am desperately looking for something that works for me and my busy, routine-free lifestyle.<br />
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Please let me know if you have any pointers. Otherwise, stay tuned as I take the "fat" out of fat and happy.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-4307911727738279972009-07-06T12:17:00.000-07:002009-07-06T20:20:44.946-07:00Canada Day & July 4th<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlKTekmzJII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZG5Bfnw9lt8/s1600-h/CorbGP.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlKTekmzJII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZG5Bfnw9lt8/s400/CorbGP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355505060328711298" /></a> OMG I love Corb Lund. <a href="http://dawsoncreek-bc.blogspot.com/2009/02/corb-lund-aka-my-future-husband.html">It's no secret</a> He performed, I watched, resulting in the BEST. CANADA DAY. EVER.<br /><br />The show was put on by a charity group raising funds for solar panels. It started out with a local rock group called the Michael James Band, then we heard from a local punk band called Rejects. Both were ok. Nothing special but good listening. Then a band out of Vancouver named Hey Ocean! got up on stage. I've seen this band perform a small set once before and I remembered them being decent. So I was pleasantly surprised when they turned out to be much better than I remembered. Kind of a Feist crossed with Jack Johnson feel to them. <br /><br />As for Corb he was as amazing as always, and the outdoor venue suited him. <em>What I'd really like to know is, where he got his beer from? The venue was dry but Corb had beer. Corb always has beer.</em> Loved it. It was my 5th Corb Lund show and I can't wait for the next one.<br /><br />- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -<br /><br />A hiking we shall go! Saturday was my first ever northern bc hiking adventure. We went to Tumbler Ridge where they have TONNES of great trails and some amazing scenery. There is just one catch:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK8U1MeiXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMmGjONz1TU/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK8U1MeiXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMmGjONz1TU/s400/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549972959758706" /></a><br /><br />I am scared SHITLESS of bears. I think if I ever saw one while wandering the wilderness, I would probably die of fear. I braved it, me and my bear bell. I'm glad I did, because this is what I saw...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9SMWzJNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VPjDx760OjA/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9SMWzJNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VPjDx760OjA/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551027149087954" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9Rob5NZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Pi6ltLm3Ns/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9Rob5NZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Pi6ltLm3Ns/s400/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551017506780562" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9RNH-EHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kN2LfafulSk/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9RNH-EHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kN2LfafulSk/s400/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551010175455346" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9QiDoHMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Lf6z3OLxfvs/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK9QiDoHMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Lf6z3OLxfvs/s400/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355550998614514882" /></a><br /><br />Also I put on a bit of a mountain top gun show wearing my awesome <a href="http://imnotbenny.blogspot.com/">I'm not Benny</a> t-shirt:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK-DBMpjdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j9MJgCgbt0M/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SlK-DBMpjdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j9MJgCgbt0M/s400/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551865967316434" /></a><br /><br />Can't wait till our next adventure :)Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-43550889997339783042009-06-11T14:07:00.000-07:002009-06-11T14:22:58.868-07:00My pretty little LiliannaWhen I first moved back, it didn't take long for me to realize I was bored. I needed something to do, I wanted a horse. <br /><br />Lucky me, my mom has a whole pasture full of horses and she owes me one. I just had to pick one out. So I went out into the pen and had a look. In that pen was Lil, Jack, and Nifty. I spent some time and decided I wanted Jack. I told my mom and she replied "You can't have Jack, he's sold, you can have Lil" I didn't want Lil, I wanted Jack. I wasn't taking "second best" so I decided I would just buy one instead. <br /><br />Well months went by and there were a couple of close calls but nothing worked out. Finally when everything at the horse sale went for more money than I could afford, and after a lot of convincing from our horse trainer, I decided that I would settle for Lil. <br /><br />This is my Lil:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjF0l3BSOpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pKUssVTLLKs/s1600-h/Lil+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjF0l3BSOpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pKUssVTLLKs/s400/Lil+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346182426438810258" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjF0liU71mI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fPh3oV3Yc-o/s1600-h/Lil+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjF0liU71mI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fPh3oV3Yc-o/s400/Lil+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346182420884084322" /></a><br /><br />I've been riding her for just over two months now and she is awesome! Best. Horse. Ever.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-51271791306485722692009-05-26T20:56:00.000-07:002009-06-11T14:06:52.826-07:00My Amazing Adventure to Central WashingtonIt all started with an email from a friend of mine: "Hey let's go to Sasquatch"<br /><br />I love music festivals, love, love, love them so I bought tickets, booked a hotel room and waited. A long 3 months later, I was driving a rental car across the border, heading towards the Gorge in Central Washington. The 3 day festival included over 90 acts on 3 stages. I took in the first 2 days and a line-up that included the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Kings of Leon, TV on the Radio, NIN and Jane's Addiction along with a bunch of bands I'd never heard of.<br /><br />We stayed at a Motel 6 in Moses Lake which was a super cute little town about 35 minutes away from the Gorge. <br /><br />It was my first trip to the Gorge. I was amazed, easily the best venue I've ever seen. The backdrop was absolutely breath-taking and the bowl was set up to hold 10s of 1000s of people with great sight lines from almost every spot. Access in and out was easy, no traffic or big line-ups. The event was super well organized. My only complaints were, no in and out access, $9 beer, and lack of food choices.<br /><br />Blah blah blah... here are some pics!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtcDhm3PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/O81thxS9psY/s1600-h/sasquatch+114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtcDhm3PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/O81thxS9psY/s320/sasquatch+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174561415519474" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbzuUf2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/61QsakR6E24/s1600-h/sasquatch+138.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbzuUf2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/61QsakR6E24/s320/sasquatch+138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174557173874530" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbsD2P4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/N5P00zhmTSU/s1600-h/sasquatch+098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbsD2P4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/N5P00zhmTSU/s320/sasquatch+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174555116683138" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbTSX1QI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Qiust2HWixc/s1600-h/sasquatch+120.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbTSX1QI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Qiust2HWixc/s320/sasquatch+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174548466717954" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbFIEe5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QiyfNWeyDMg/s1600-h/sasquatch+074.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFtbFIEe5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QiyfNWeyDMg/s320/sasquatch+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174544665410450" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFwaQxtToI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-ti4ulLMp7Q/s1600-h/sasquatch+216.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFwaQxtToI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-ti4ulLMp7Q/s320/sasquatch+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346177829147856514" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFwaMkeH3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/iYmtWB7IMiM/s1600-h/sasquatch+212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFwaMkeH3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/iYmtWB7IMiM/s320/sasquatch+212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346177828018593650" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFwZdrTjlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QrJFpxGmk0A/s1600-h/sasquatch+156.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SjFwZdrTjlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QrJFpxGmk0A/s320/sasquatch+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346177815430794834" /></a>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-25799270542917801232009-05-19T12:50:00.001-07:002009-05-19T13:55:11.960-07:00My first redneck weekend starring the award winning fun destroyer: SNOW!May long has always been famous for it's unpredictable poor weather. But the second coming of winter? Is that necessary?<br /><br />Despite it all I went camping over the weekend. We had a little redneck commune set up where we lived under a tarp and as close to the fire as possible. Alcohol (termed anti-freeze for most of the weekend) certainly helped and the trailer was warm for sleeping. So all in all, I'll have to admit it was a pretty good time. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather been camping under the heat of the sun, but sitting around a campfire has got to be one of my favorite things.<br /><br />Here are a couple of pics:<br /><br />Our commune:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ShMZHXkdKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XboAI8lrNMA/s1600-h/camping2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ShMZHXkdKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XboAI8lrNMA/s400/camping2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337637597740870386" /></a><br /><br />Watching Dean and the kids build a snowman:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ShMZY69PMwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iKDH5hUbHPM/s1600-h/camping.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ShMZY69PMwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iKDH5hUbHPM/s400/camping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337637899297829634" /></a><br /><br />Next weekend I'm heading to Seattle, for the Sasquatch music festival and to celebrate memorial day long weekend. eeeeee!! I'm excited. Let's just hope the weather is better.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-7294721128105651552009-05-11T15:49:00.000-07:002009-05-11T16:08:23.582-07:00Here I am...Were you worried? No. Oh...<br /><br />This past week I've been so crazy busy that I haven't even had time for tv. TV. Is Issie going to die? And please tell me Adam is still singing every week?<br /><br />I just got back from another whirlwind trip to Vancouver. I was there for a marketing conference and was able to pull quite a few really great ideas that I hope to implement. So I'm on my way and I'm in the airport in Grande Prairie, just sitting there reading my Harry Potter book when this gentlemen in his late 40s approaches the service desk. I eavesdrop, of course, and find out he's frantically trying to find someplace to leave his keys. He's called his wife and she is on her way to pick them up. The flight attendant is trying to understand his rambling:<br /><br /><strong>FA:</strong> You need to leave your keys? Okay. Is your car outside?<br /><br /><strong>Gentleman:</strong> No, my cars at home on the farm. My wife is shopping and she's going to come pick them up. I have a remote start here and it looks like a bomb detonator and I can't bring them on the plane.<br /><br />***Brief moment of awkward silence***<br /><br /><strong>FA:</strong> Oh. Did someone at check-in tell you that?<br /><br /><strong>Gentleman:</strong> No, but it looks like a bomb detonator and I thought I'd better not bring them on the plane.<br /><br /><strong>FA:</strong> Okay sir, tell your wife she can pick up your keys at the West Jet counter.<br /><br />To the credit of the Flight Attendant, she did not laugh at him. I, however, had to put my book over my face so he wouldn't see me silently laughing my ass off.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-72875589117770010172009-04-25T22:54:00.000-07:002009-04-25T23:00:34.544-07:00Fire and RainWhenever I hear the voice of James Taylor, the world stops turning:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T35WXFOmwI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T35WXFOmwI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Love.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-39336343231776771822009-04-22T08:47:00.000-07:002009-04-22T10:02:13.883-07:00OuchI'm in pain. It hurts to sit. You know the spot where your bum meets your thigh. Ya that part kills. <br /><br />I rode a horse last night for the first time in 14 years. I used to ride all the time then my mom made me pick: a new horse or new skates. I choose the skates.<br /><br />Apparently riding a horse is like riding a bike, you don't really forget, but if you haven't done it in a while, you're shaky and nervous to start with. In the end, everything went well, I stayed on and my bones are all still in tact. But oh how I wish to never have to sit again.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-9398735404571772992009-04-15T10:50:00.000-07:002009-04-15T10:58:19.852-07:00Brother to sister conversation<strong>My Mom handing me the phone:</strong> Your brother wants to talk to you, you are in big trouble.<br /><br /><strong>ME:</strong> Yo! Brother! What is up?<br /><br /><strong>Brother:</strong> Where were you today? I tried to text you and I got no response.<br /><br /><strong>ME:</strong> Sorry, my phone was dead so I left it at home to charge. Did you need something?<br /><br /><strong>Brother:</strong> I almost got hit by a car today!<br /><br /><strong>ME:</strong> Really?! What happened<br /><br /><strong>Brother:</strong> I was so depressed that you didn't return my text message that I stepped out in front it.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-14884597443291277782009-04-01T19:03:00.001-07:002009-04-01T19:40:45.326-07:00Somebody shoot me or a blog full of long run-on sentences just like my brain.I am driving myself crazy. I'm ridiculously stressed right now about the stupidest stupidest thing. It's so stupid I can't stand it.<br /><br />I have another course tomorrow with Chris The Hot Instructor and I can't decide what to wear. EMERGENCY! <br /><br />The course is in Grande Prairie which is about an hour and a half drive from where I am. I have to be there all day tomorrow for the course and then again on Friday to catch the plane to Saskatoon. So instead of driving 2 days in a row, I'm staying a night in the hotel, the same hotel the course is in, the same hotel Chris is staying in. Sooo I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to ask him to go to dinner with me, because he is so friggin cute and because dinner by yourself sucks way more than dinner with a cute boy, and because if I don't I for surely will end up with 40 cats, yelling at the neighborhood kids from my front porch with a broomstick in my hands. Because crazy cat lady is not a preferred future, it is of utmost importance that I look extremely hot whenever I am in his line of sight. THE PRESSURE IS KILLING ME!<br /><br />The stupidest part: The guy lives in Saskatoon. THAT IS FAR. It's not like we are going to start dating or anything. Plus the odds of him having a girlfriend are super high. Especially since at the beginning of February, he did have a girlfriend who he watched Figure Skating with. Figure Skating. That sounds serious. Even if he did break up with that girlfriend, I'm sure there's another, cause the guy is just THAT cute. Still, even if there is a 1% chance that none of the above matters and I get the opportunity to have dinner with him and put my incredible charms to good use, then I need to take it and I need to look very hot while doing it.<br /><br />AHHHHHH!!! *sob*Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-48430721088599440462009-03-30T15:55:00.001-07:002009-03-30T17:41:50.118-07:00An observation, a confession: taking the long way to the point.<em>I started this post with the intention of ranting about stupid women. Fact is I don't think they are stupid, just lost and a little unlucky. They deserve better. We all do.</em><br /><br />I am astonished at how often I hear stories of women who allow the men in their lives to treat them badly. I'm not just talking about abuse, although that is the worst of it. I'm talking about men who stay out all night while the women is at home with the kids. Men who berate and undermine. Men who dictate what's allowed and what's not.<br /><br />Huh? I don't get it. I don't understand how anyone could allow themselves to be treated like that. Yet it happens all the time or so I hear.<br /><br />I've never experienced a situation quite like the ones above, but this is as close as I will ever come.<br /><br />I was once in a relationship with someone who was extremely selfish. Right from the beginning he told me that he was who he was and either I went along with it or I could leave. At the time I was desperate to be loved, so I went along with it. While he never treated me poorly, he made it clear that he was the only one who was important to him. For example, he refused to make dinner for me EVER. He would make dinner for himself, but never for me. We were together for a year and he couldn't tell you the names of my parents or any one of my 3 brothers. I guess he just wasn't interested in me.<br /><br />One Easter I had spent a few hours cooking us dinner. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, an assortment of veggies, gravy, dessert. It was a feast. I did it all myself while he sat on the couch and watched tv. It was time to cut the beef and mash the potatoes and I was only one person, so I asked if he could come help. <br />Me: Hey can you come cut the roast while I mash the potatoes<br />Him: No, you can do it<br />Me: What did you just say?<br />Him: I said no, I'm not doing it.<br />Me: (screaming) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I COOKED THIS ENTIRE MEAL AND YOU CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO DO ONE TINY TASK!<br />Him: *Shrugs shoulders.*<br />I was irrate. I finished by myself, dished myself up some food and threw the rest in the garbage. Fuck him. Do you know what he did? Nothing. Made himself a sandwich and said nothing. I knew then that I was done. DONE. I did not want that to be my life. He was who he was, and I finally chose to leave.<br /><br />I know how easy it is to end up in a bad situation. I'm sure that had I stayed, the situation would have escalated into something worse. I had such low self esteem and I was convinced that no guy on this earth would think I was attractive. I thought that I had to take what I could get.<br /><br />WRONG<br /><br />It all boils down to respect. Self respect. Every relationship in your life should be based on mutual respect. Partners, friends, family... every relationship. <br /><br />If someone doesn't respect you, then they certainly don't love you. <br /><br />That's the point.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-3833230435416665802009-03-30T14:13:00.000-07:002009-03-30T14:41:34.145-07:00Hard on shoesIn the last 6 months since I moved to Dawson Creek, I've gone through shoes like a mother fucker. I'm hard on shoes under normal circumstances but nothing like this. I've thrown away 6 pairs of shoes. SIX destroyed beyond repair. That's a pair of shoes for every month I've been here. I have 3 more pair in the fix-it shop. One pair is an iffy fix, so that number could climb to 7. <br /><br />It's sad, I really loved those shoes. Where am I going to find another pair of lime green pumps, or plaid pink platforms, or fake grey snakeskin slingbacks with buckles. WHERE??? Should I hold a memorial service of some kind? It feels like the right thing to do.<br /><br />On a positive note: HELLO NEW SHOES! I think I will need at least two pair for every pair lost to ease the suffering. THIS IS GOING TO WORK!! I can feel the GLEE already! <br /><br />Sure it's $$$$ but foot hotness is a major life priority.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-77475290949799130282009-03-27T14:55:00.000-07:002009-03-27T16:19:52.755-07:00A little snotIt was recently brought to my attention that I have yet to post a follow-up to the <a href="http://dawsoncreek-bc.blogspot.com/2009/02/honey-in-my-hair.html">blind date</a> I had back in February.<br /><br />Following the date, I was pretty certain that I was going to hear from this guy again. I was right. Even though he was out of town for the next 2 weeks at work, I heard from him 4 or 5 times via text message. <br /><br />His messages were always this: "Hi. How are you?"<br /><br />How freakin' lame? I mean how am I supposed to respond to that for the 3rd day in a row? I only responded to about half of those messages and only once. I complained loudly that I was annoyed he couldn't be bothered to be a little more creative in his attempts to communicate.<br /><br />Don't worry, the girls at work put me in my place and told me I was being a snot. I tried to defend myself, but in the end I knew they were right. Truth is, had I liked him, I would have thought those messages sweet and been flattered that he was thinking of me. <br /><br />Not long after my being knocked off my pedistal, he texted me to let me know he was back in town. After a couple back and forths I got the feeling he was fishing for me to ask him out. That wasn't going to happen. If he wanted to go out he was going to have to ask. He didn't. I never heard from him again.<br /><br />Suits me fine, I wasn't keen on him anyway. I know I can be a little snot (my mother has said it, many, many times) so I didn't want to be too quick to judge and I may have given it another date. The out was there and easy so I took it.<br /><br />Better luck next time.<br /><br />I really would like to find someone. I'd like to have kids and I'd like them to graduate before I'm forced into retirement. I don't really know what my problem is... I'm outgoing, intelligent, semi-attractive, and I have a great sense of humor. WHAT MORE DO MEN WANT???? I don't get it. <br /><br />Maybe it's me, maybe my standards are too high.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-52843424149818156102009-03-24T11:21:00.000-07:002009-03-24T12:12:17.852-07:00O... oh no, not hereOne of my favorite blogs is <a href="http://cookiebitch.typepad.com/cookiebitch/">COOKIE BITCH</a><br /><br />Today Cookie posts about orgasm research. She's completely hilarious but a little off base. This might be too much information but I'm afraid that I have to agree with the second article. It can happen! Now ladies, don't get excited. It's an inappropiate reaction, so I wouldn't call it pleasurable - more like uncomfortable. Honestly, there are so many better ways to go there. I'm sure it's different for everyone but the hip flex does it for me.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SckwewGwa9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/pB1TS2_uC5k/s1600-h/hipflex.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/SckwewGwa9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/pB1TS2_uC5k/s200/hipflex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316834139955030994" /></a>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-56574684416086494842009-03-23T08:56:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:30:06.527-07:00A real lazy sunday<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKSIaeQHV94&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKSIaeQHV94&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Dear Andy Samburg<br /><br />Yo Andy what's up!!! I'd like to start off by saying, I love you. I love to laugh and you make me laugh. I love you, I mean I REALLY love you. So please don't take this the wrong way, but your definition of a lazy sunday is a little, uhmm, let's say... ambitious. <br /><br />You see, yesterday was sunday and *I* had a lazy sunday. I spent the entire day on my couch in my pjs. I rolled out of bed just after noon and wandered over to the couch. I left the couch only to pee and visit the refridgerator. I was even too lazy to drive out to my parents where my mom was offering a free home cooked meal. I turned down free food.<br /><br />That my fine fine friend is lazy. You on the otherhand went for cupcakes and to a movie. Not only did you get dressed, but you left the house. When it comes to lazy, your effort is po. See how I'm even too lazy to finish the word poor, there's a lot I could teach you.<br /><br />If you'd like you can come over and I could teach you how to be lazy. I am very good at it. Maybe after our lessons are through, you can take me to live with you in Awesometown. That would be awesome.<br /><br />-Billie<br /><br />PS - I love you. And no I don't spend hours searching for videos of you on you tube. That's just crazy. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qo39df-9588&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qo39df-9588&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-65224620258457138622009-03-20T21:30:00.000-07:002009-03-20T22:10:17.244-07:00Today I stepped into a time machine that landed in mid-decemberPretty sure today is the first day of spring. Pretty sure.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ScRulvUVM7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/GL5guBIWV9c/s1600-h/winter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ScRulvUVM7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/GL5guBIWV9c/s400/winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315495054839985074" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ScRv1XF3HSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q374OgZiHH0/s1600-h/Winter2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ScRv1XF3HSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q374OgZiHH0/s400/Winter2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315496422726376738" /></a>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921190166401667524.post-39725358623229341492009-03-19T10:09:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:50:30.052-07:00A fairy tale with a tragic ending that's not at all tragic.Once upon a time there was a blonde girl who wasn't really a blonde. <em>Shocking, I know but it happens.</em> That girl moved to smalltownsville, leaving behind Jeremy Hairdresser - King and supreme proctector of beautiful hair. 1200km is just too far to go for a hair appointment, even for a self-indulgent princess. <br /><br />Blonde girl (not really) was forced to find a new stylist in smalltownsville. This is a near impossible task that requires a lot of trial and error. However repeated error combined with bleach leads to hair so dry that it is no longer bendy. Anymore error and blonde girl (not really) would risk a chemical haircut resulting in patchy baldness, so she did the only thing she could. She went back to being a dark haired girl. <br /><br />(Insert GASP here)<br /><br />If you haven't guessed yet, blonde girl (not really) is me. It's been almost a week and I still cringe everytime I look in the mirror. I know I need to let it go, but its done a number on my self-esteem. I almost feel ugly. My hair is already 100 times healthier and it no longer makes that crunchy sound when I touch it, but I don't feel like myself. I'm having an identity crisis - who am I and where did my pretty blonde hair go?<br /><br />Brown haired me:<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ScKEHvRVa_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/8WS2ib9_QUc/s1600-h/mebrown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11-POnUExxI/ScKEHvRVa_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/8WS2ib9_QUc/s400/mebrown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955778733730802" /></a><br /><br />I'll get over it eventually, but until then I'm just going to wallow in self pity and avoid mirrors whenever possible.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10383866924924626728noreply@blogger.com4