Tuesday, August 31, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 13

I have a confession to make. I love MTV's Teen Mom. But that's not all: I love pretty much everything MTV airs. I was going to say that usually I don't have such cheap taste in things but well, it's not true.

So while I wait for the new episode of Teen Mom tonight, I will do today's meme.

Day 13 – This week, in great detail

This is a little confusing since we're currently in the middle of the week. Guess I'll cover the last 7 days.

Wednesday, August 25: Not much. I went to William's Pastry Shop for their famous oatmeal cookies and for half a cake. Oh my goodness, I can't even begin to explain how amazing this place is. It's been open since 1939 and I know I have loved this place since I was a wee one. It is the best cake you will ever eat. Hands down, no questions asked. Half a cake is like $6 which if you ask me, is a pretty good deal considering, in my own oft-used expression, you would sell your first born to get a bite of this cake.

After I pigged out on cookies and cake, I went to the gym to work it off. Don't remember much else from Wednesday.

Thursday, August 26: I think I woke up late and then my sister and I went out to run some errands. We went to PetSmart and I bought that toy Leah loves. We also went to the new Winners in town, which opened that day. It was very busy. Winners is another of my favourite places, many of my clothes come from there. Afterward we got some A&W for lunch and I went home.

Friday, August 27: Anthony came to Sarnia in the afternoon and we went out to Bright's Grove for supper. Afterward we took a walk in Centennial Park and got some ice cream under the bridge. We hadn't really spent any time together in Sarnia so it was nice.

Saturday, August 28: Anthony and I got up early, went to the farmer's market, and then departed for Goderich. Walked around the Goderich farmer's market, went to the beach, and then went out for supper.

Sunday, August 29: Got up early again, went for a quick breakfast. Goderich has a flea market every Sunday in the town square so we went to that and I picked up some pins for my pin collection. Drove back to Sarnia and spent the afternoon together before Anthony departed around 5:30pm. After Anthony left, I tried my hand at geocaching in the large park across the street but failed at finding any (it's tough when you first start out).

Monday, August 30: I woke up eager to geocache again, so my sister and I went back to Canatara Park and ended up finding 2 caches. What a fun hobby, I am really enjoying it! I went over to my mom's for supper and Andrea and I couldn't stop talking about geocaching, so we went out after supper again. We found 2 nearby my mom's place.

Today, Tuesday, August 31: Andrea came over around 11am and we went geocaching again. We only found one today. It's been incredibly hot out this week and the bees and flies make geocaching kind of miserable. Today had me crawling all around some pine trees in search of a cache, but I still didn't find it. Came back, took a shower, then my sister, my dad, my grandpa, and I went out for lunch. Came home and passed out in bed for awhile. I woke up, did some cleaning, and am now waiting for Teen Mom at 10!

Hope you enjoyed reading that, haha.

Monday, August 30, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 12

I like this one because I don't have to think about it!

Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail

For starters, my current bag is Orla Kiely's spring 2010 shoulder bag. I get a lot of compliments on it. I love love love Orla Kiely, I just wish her stuff wasn't so expensive.

#1. My iPhone 3GS with my Barbie pink VOi! case. Anthony gave me both the iPhone and the case, he's so nice!

#2. The cat toy I mentioned in yesterday's entry (my mom wanted me to bring it to her house and see if her cats love it, too).

#3. My Fossil wallet. I can't find a photo of it on the Internet anywhere.

#4. My keys with a Forces Canada lanyard.

#5. Travel-sized hand sanitizer.

#6. My passport in this tinymeat case. I also get lots of comments on this. I bought it because it reminds me of the emergency info pamphlet in Fight Club which always makes me laugh. If you're not familiar with the movie, Brad Pitt's character complains that the people in the illustrations on airplane pamphlets always look so calm and serene, despite being in emergency situations. After he and Ed Norton create Project Mayhem, one of their projects is to replace the pamphlets with more "realistic" illustrations of passengers. FYI, US border guards do not find this passport case funny.

#7. A pair of sunglasses.

#8. An unopened set of iPhone headphones.

#9. A FibrePlus bar.

#10. A TTC transfer slip from August 19 at 6:14pm.

#11. A receipt from Shopper's Drug Mart for 100mL of Deep Woods Off!.

#12. A small, black comb.

#13. An unopened RCMP flashlight keychain.

#14. A pack of Extra gum. US gum is superior to Canadian gum.

#15. A mint from a restaurant I just went to.

#16. Promotional chap stick from Victim Services Canada (a division of Correctional Service Canada).

#17. A wet nap.

And finally...

#18. A Chinese fortune which reads, "Accept the next proposition you hear."

Sunday, August 29, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 11

Wow, I am so behind on this. I would actually be done soon if I had been doing one meme per day but August has been so freaking busy. This weekend Anthony came to Canada to spend the weekend with me. We went to Goderich and had an awesome time. We got quite a bit of sun and I'm proud to say I'm slightly less pasty now!

I'm so happy to have grown up on Lake Huron...I think it's the best lake to grow up on! It's clean, it's warm, it's relatively uncluttered by people. It's perfect.

In other news, on Thursday I bought a toy that looks like this for my cat Leah. It's similar except the one I bought makes little bird sounds. Leah is pretty disinterested in most cat toys, but I thought she might like this. I was wrong...she LOVED it. I use the past tense "loved" because she loved it so much, it's no longer operational! From the moment I gave it to her on Thursday, she didn't want to stop playing with it. I'd take it away and put it somewhere, but she'd watch me like a hawk and then take it when I wasn't looking. I forget where I put it before I went to Goderich yesterday, but when I came home this afternoon, my dad told me she'd played with it ALL DAY and the battery had died. Good toy, but it's too bad the battery didn't last long. I must say, Petlinks System is the only brand of cat toy Leah has ever liked. I am looking at their site and I've unknowingly bought many of their toys, and they're always the ones Leah (and my former cats) loved.

Anyway, onto that meme thing I may or may not be participating in...

Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail

This is an interesting one because I know my sister reads my blog and my brother might, too. So I guess I have to play nice and not tell any embarrassing stories. :)

Jeff is my older brother, born 4 years before me in 1982. There were complications with his birth and I believe he was quite ill when he was born. However, he made a full recovery and grew into a healthy child. A typical child of the 80s, Jeff loved Nintendo, dinky cars, Lego, etc. Starting in his teens, Jeff developed a deep love of music, the more obscure the better. He has attended many concerts. Jeff has the privilege of saying that he became interested in many top 100 bands before anybody knew what they were. I remember being in Port Huron once and being instructed to find a CD by a band nobody had ever heard of, Limp Bizkit. A few years later, Jeff began liking an unknown band from Detroit, reportedly a brother and sister who played the guitar and the drums (respectively). The band was The White Stripes. I'm sure there are others he's liked before the masses clued in, but those are the 2 I can remember.

Jeff's other passion is traveling. I don't even know where all he's been...much of US, less of Canada, Europe, somewhere in the Caribbean, and who the hell knows where else.

Jeff has been living in Toronto for awhile now, and more recently in downtown Toronto. In 2007 he met and began dating a girl named Amanda and they are engaged to be wed November 5th. They've travelled quite a bit together and are going somewhere interesting for their honeymoon, I can't remember where, though. Chile? I'm a terrible sister, I don't even know.

On the academic side of things, Jeff attended the University of Western Ontario in London and graduated with a degree in Media, Information, and Technoculture (or I guess that was the program- I don't know how any of this stuff works). He then went to Sheridan in Oakville for a graduate degree in I want to say...film editing? I wish he would have left his Facebook information up! This would have been much easier, haha. Jeff now works as an editor at 2 TV studios in Toronto.


Andrea is my younger sister, born 5 years after me in 1991. Andrea is somewhat of a social butterfly and has many numerous friends. She is currently a student at Fanshawe College in London taking social work. In the summertime she works as a dishwasher at the local horse racing track. I would call Andrea basically nocturnal, as it is rare to see her awake before noon.

Andrea also loves music and from what I know, her taste is similar to my brother's. Or at least, it's more similar to his than mine is to either of theirs.

What does Andrea love? McDonalds, naps, partying, driving, tanning, and shopping. She is a fairly typical 19 year old in most respects except that she has pretty decent taste in most things.

Andrea seems shy until you get to know her, at which point she has an opinion about everything, haha.

I consider Andrea to be one of my best friends. Last summer I took her to Edmonton and Jasper. We did lots of neat stuff including going to the West Edmonton Mall (water slides!), and taking a train trip to Mount Robson.

Well, I feel bad I wrote substantially less about Andrea than Jeff but to be fair, Jeff does have 9 years of adulthood on Andrea and I am pretty exhausted right now.

We have a joke in my family that there is no such thing that all 3 of like or dislike unanimously. To tell the truth, there are a precious few things, but not many. We all like McDonalds, Blink 182, The White Stripes and The Postal Service. Those are the only things I can think of besides everyday things like pop or turkey dinners. Most other things either Jeff and I like and Andrea hates, or Jeff and Andrea like and I hate.

I think we can all agree that I answered this in great detail. I'm tired. Time for bed, it's been a long weekend!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 10

Can't sleep, clown'll eat me.

Warning, there are a lot of links in this post!

Ever since I got my iPhone, my favourite part of the day is waking up and checking how I slept according to Sleep Cycle. Sleep Cycle is really neat iPhone app that when placed in your bed while you sleep, measures and records the type of sleep you are in. It wakes you with pleasant music within a 30 minute window of your set alarm time, and only wakes you when it feels you are in a light phase of sleep, helping prevent grogginess. It's beyond interesting to look at graphs of how you just slept. You can usually just tell whether you've had a good or bad sleep, but seeing how and why makes going to sleep more of an activity. I'm always in favour of learning about and being in tune with my body so the 99 cents I spent on this app is more than worth it.


Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail

Traci did this by posting photos of everything she wore, but I'm lazy and so you will be subjected to only words and links to photos if I can find them.

Pajamas: Last night I wore navy blue short leggings and a navy blue Aerie tank top to sleep. Tonight I am wearing the same leggings but I have on my green RCMP t-shirt. To sleep I wore and am wearing my Tuesday socks. I just got days-of-the-week socks and I love them.

Clothes: Today was a lazy day so I didn't get too dressed up. I wore brown bermuda shorts and a black CAW-TCA t-shirt (the image in the link is what's on the back of the shirt). I love that t-shirt. A friend of mine in Iqaluit mistakenly received an entire box of those t-shirts from CAW-TCA and has no idea why. They were addressed to a relative of hers who used to live in Iqaluit (and share her PO box) but has no affiliation with CAW-TCA whatsoever and has no idea why they were sent to her. Just a weird and strange occurrence that I will commemorate forever because I took one of the t-shirts and wear it all the time. For shoes I wore black, American Eagle brand ballet flats.

Gym: At the gym I wear primarily Lululemon clothes. I wore these (well, the older version of those), this bra (which is amazing), and this top. That is the only tank top I will run in as nothing else could ever compare. I own 2 of them because I love it that much. I'm not usually such a hipster when it comes to clothes and Lululemon is very hipster-y. However, I don't wear Lululemon when not at the gym. I'm sorry but I refuse to pay $100 for a hoodie. I don't care how nice those hoodies are, $108 is insanity. End rant. For shoes I wore a pair of white and magenta Oasics running shoes.

Others: Everyday I wear this little ring, and my earrings. I have my ear lobe earrings out right now but in my left ear I have a cartilage piercing and in my right ear I have a snug piercing.

Well, how was that for being in great detail!? Sorry for the Lululemon rant, but I hold much contempt for Lululemon hoodies. I hate anything that people buy as a status symbol, especially when it's obviously priced to be a status symbol. If those hoodies weren't "cool," I'm sure they'd be priced much lower than $108. I'm just a good old fashioned Winners girl. Speaking of which, a new Winners is opening in Sarnia on Thursday and it has already been joked that I will be lined up at the door, waiting for it to open. I'm kind of excited, but I shouldn't be...

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 9

I have returned from Toronto. It was great to see Tori again, especially considering we hadn't really gotten a chance to hang out since we were both home for Christmas.

I was successful in locating a Beaver Tail and it was SO GOOD! I almost forgot just how delicious they are. I also bought some Tiny Tom donuts which, if you know what I'm talking about, you're probably drooling over right now, too.

It amazes me that so many people derive pleasure from living in Toronto but I guess the same could be said about me and living in Nunavut. I just don't see what's so great about having to sit on public transit for an hour to get to a mall or to your place of work. Tori lives pretty central downtown so transportation wasn't too bad and she was within walking distance of all the places I would probably ever go to. But still, I'm much happier to hop in my car and drive on uncrowded streets to uncrowded places. But that's just me and many things have been said about me, haha.

Anyhoo, as I like to say...onto the meme!


Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail

In a nutshell, I believe everybody should do as they please, granted it doesn't harm others or break the law.

To get into the more specific areas of belief, as for politics I would consider myself liberal. I don't really feel the need to go into this further as most people understand what it means to be liberal.

As for religion, I do not subscribe to any specific faith. I would consider myself agnostic but spiritual. I believe there is something bigger than all of us but that is beyond human intelligence to know what it is and that we are not meant to know what comes after death and whether we are being watched or judged. I believe in karma and that the best thing you can do in life is be kind to others and uphold the golden rule. I think everybody eventually gets what they deserve and that the universe has a way of restoring balance.

When it comes to other religions, I am respectful and tolerant. I admire piety in others and feel those who devote their lives to serving God (or whatever) are inspiring.

Well, that's all.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 8

Still sitting here in Tori's living room in Toronto. Tomorrow she, her boyfriend, and I are headed to the Canadian National Exhibition ("the Ex"). I haven't been in about 10 years so I'm really looking forward to it! We used to go every year when I was a kid but after I got a little older, I stopped going for the yearly end-of-summer visit to Brampton with my mom to see my grandma.

What I really, really want is a beaver tail. I haven't had one also in 10 years, although my last one was at Navy Pier in Chicago. You'd think I'd already hit my cinnamon and sugar capacity with the Mrs. Fields cookies (om nom nom) but no. I want more. I will report on my success after tomorrow.

But for now, onto the meme.

Day 08 – A moment, in great detail

I was really trying hard to think of a good moment. In fact, I'm still thinking right now. I think I will go with my most embarrassing moment of all time. However, the story doesn't bother me so much anytime as the shame and humiliation have faded with time and this is now just a distant memory.

When I turned 11, I received a pink button-up blouse for my birthday. It was quite cute, really. It was cotton candy ribbed material with a white collar and white buttons. I really liked it, except the fabric was so thick that the thin buttons constantly unbuttoned.

As a preteen in my neighbourhood, it was popular to attend what we called Optimist Dances, held by the local Optimist Club. That summer I attended a dance dressed in the pink blouse. At that age, I wasn't wearing bras yet so all I had on my upper body was the pink blouse.

At some point during the night, I remember I was at the back of the dance hall, walking forward to the dance floor. It was a slow song, which was a big deal in those days, as it meant you got to touch a boy's shoulders and he would touch your sides while you danced 2 feet apart, haha.

As I was walking onto the dance floor, I noticed people giving me funny looks. I've always been self-conscious of people staring at me so I wanted to dismiss them, but there was something different about how people were looking at me. Nervously, I looked down at my blouse and saw. Every last one of the buttons had undone and my shirt was hanging open for all to see. For some stupid reason, I hadn't noticed (I'm guessing it was really warm in the building). Horrified, I flung the two sides of the shirt together and retreated to the back of the hall and buttoned it back up. I remember sitting at a table with my head down in my hands and an older girl from my school telling me, "It's okay, not that many people saw."

Thus ended my career as a topless dancer.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 7

Coincidentally, this is perfect timing...

Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail

The reason why this is coincidental is that I am sitting in her living room as we speak. Currently I am sitting next to her cat Paul in her apartment in downtown Toronto.

My best friend is Tori. We met in kindergarten when we were 4 and we both still remember the exact moment of our meeting. I was sitting with my class in the school library, watching a movie or something on the TV. Tori and her mom were for some reason later in coming into class, I think they were speaking with our teacher. All that to say, Tori came into class late. I was very shy and preferred my own company at that age, so I was sitting off to the side. Our kindergarten teacher directed Tori to sit next to me and we've been friends ever since.

I don't remember a lot of our early friendship, but I do remember it was tumultuous. Every other day after school, I would march into the house and announce, "I HATE TORI!!" The other days, of course, I announced she was my best friend again. I don't really know why, we must have gotten in arguments and then constantly made up.

During our preteen years, we were both awkward, semi-nerdy (but totally cool) and hung out a lot as we both didn't have many other friends. We loved to venture around Canatara Park, under the Blue Water Bridge, and everywhere else our bikes would take us. Many, many hi-jinx ensued. We also used to have sleepovers in the summertime. We would get a bunch of candy and then camp out in a tent in our backyards.

There are so many great memories I could list, but they will only be interesting to me and Tori.

We went to different high schools in Sarnia, and didn't hang out as much during grades 9-12 as we had earlier (although we had gone to different elementary schools from grades 4 to 8). For awhile, we were going out for coffee every Monday and still going to the mall and such, but we were both growing up and experimenting with our personalities. Tori made new and different friends, friends who I didn't have anything in common with so there was some separation during high school. I was also pretty occupied with dating and theatre so there just wasn't a lot of time to hang out, either.

After grade 11 or 12 (I never remember), Tori moved to London so she could attend HB Beal Secondary School and take specialized art classes. In 2005 I moved to London, just down the street from HB Beal, and we began hanging out on a more regular basis. During our time in London, we tried to make jell-o shooters but used way too much alcohol. I do recall Tori eating/drinking most of them and getting pretty tipsy. Another time, we went to Joe Kool's and it was our first time getting drunk in a bar. It was probably the most drunk I'd ever been. I remember I could hardly believe our combined tab was $80. It seemed preposterous and ridiculous. Then I moved to Iqaluit and learned what expensive really means!

Since I moved to Nunavut in 2006, we have only gotten to see each other when I come down on holidays and take a trip to Toronto. In December of 2008, Tori came up to Iqaluit for a visit and we had a great time. I;m so glad she got to see what was such an important part of my life.

Now that I'm back in Ontario, I plan to visit her much more often! In fact, I drove up yesterday as she has an art show opening tonight. I told her she has to know she's my best friend because I drove through downtown Toronto for her.

Anyway, this has been more about our friendship and less about Tori as a person. Here are some hard facts so I can feel satisfied I answered this meme properly. Tori and her boyfriend Josh live near Yonge and Bloor in an apartment with their 2 cats, Dee Dee and Paul. She just graduated from York with a degree in fine arts and I believe her boyfriend just graduated with a degree in film or something along those lines. Tori works at York on a short-term job that is just about to end (please hire her!) and is a talented artist. As I mentioned, she has a show opening tonight called You Make Me Feel so Misanthropic.

Tori enjoys working out, watching movies, and keeping up her blog, Two Per Week. I'm not really sure what type of music she listens to these days but I do know she likes to cook.

I forgot to mention that this year, we've been (best) friends for 20 years and counting. At this point, I more or less just consider her my sister. I'm so proud of the fact we've been friends for 20 of our 24 years of being alive, it's pretty unusual to have a 20 year friendship at any stage in your life. We are planning to do something special this year to commemorate the 20 years, but we haven't come up with any solid plans yet.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 6

My apologies, I just came back from Ann Arbor today, where I had been since Saturday morning. I might do a couple of these today since I missed 3 days and will be missing the next 4 or so.

Day 06 – Your day, in great detail

Since the day technically started at midnight, I'll start there.

At midnight, Anthony and I were in the middle of watching Inglourious Basterds. What a great movie. Anthony and I watched some TV in bed before he fell asleep, and I continued watching until 3am. I was watching a pretty good episode of True Life on MTV and didn't want to shut it off. Anthony went to work around 8 and I woke up at 10:30am. I took a shower and tidied up the house.

From noon to 1:30pm I watched some TV and then left to meet Anthony and his friends at Slow's Bar BQ in Detroit. It's a great southern BBQ restaurant, it was sooooo tasty.

Anthony had printed me Google Map directions from his house to the restaurant as well as from Slow's to the I-94. I was looking at the wrong map the whole time so the drive was a bit freaky, but I did find it okay. Driving in new places makes me very nervous but I've been doing well. Detroit isn't too bad to drive in, I don't mind it.

Around 4, our lunch was eaten and paid for so I drove back to Sarnia, where I am now. The drive was uneventful although I was happy for the new set up with my iPod in the car. I used to hook my iPod to an FM transmitter. On the drive to Ann Arbor on Saturday, I took a sharp turn on the freeway and the iPod flew over to the passenger side floor and I couldn't reach it. And not only was that annoying, but the sound quality from the FM transmitter is terrible as there isn't a good spot to put the iPod that's also near the radio. So now I've got my iPod inside the arm rest console, connected to an audio line-in AND a car charger. Music quality? Great. Battery life? Infinite. And no more air born iPod.

I was planning on going to the gym but my left knee has been sore and I don't want to miss back-to-back episodes of Teen Mom. Love that show, especially Catelynn/Tyler because they live in Algonac, and Algonac is really close to here.

That's about it!

Friday, August 13, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 5

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I was out having a life. Only one of my friends from high school is still in Sarnia so I spent the afternoon with her, hanging out on her porch, drinking beer. It was excellent. I don't think there's anything better in the world than cold beers on a hot day with a good friend and a hammock chair.

Today I finally got the keys to my car, a 2007 Ford Fusion. It's mine until March and I'm still trying to get used to driving it, despite taking it for a trip to London today. The sight lines in the car are terrible and I'm very scared I'm going to hit something, but other than that, it's pretty nice.

Well, onto the meme.

Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail

I've been thinking about this one and I don't know what to write. I keep saying that, don't I?

Love is different for everybody but I think there are some very important traits that you need in order to have true love. I don't know how much I can really get into this so I'll just list them.

1. Respect. This always comes to my mind first.

2. Trust. Of course.

3. Friendship. This is something I really think people don't take seriously in their relationships. In my humble opinion, you should always be a friend to your significant other over anything else. People are quick to nag and put down their significant others, but you have to ask yourself, would you do the same to your friends? Usually we give our friends space to be themselves, space to have their own opinions, space to have other friends, space to have hobbies, space to make mistakes. Often we treat our friends nicer than we treat our spouses. I really, really strive to treat Anthony like he's a good friend above all and I ask myself, "Would we be friends if we couldn't date?" I think it's important that you could imagine yourself as friends with your s.o. if you weren't dating. Anthony and I were friends first so it's not hard to imagine, but I know if for whatever reason, we couldn't together, we'd still be friends.

4. Space/acceptance (somehow I made these into 1). I kind of touched on this in #3 but giving somebody space to have their own life and be themselves is so important. I'm happy that I'm past the stage where I want to be with somebody so I can change them into what I want. I want to accept somebody as is, because we're all flawed and nobody is perfect, and nobody wants to be with somebody who doesn't accept them as they are. Now that I've experienced being on my own, I have to say I love it. I love being independent and doing my own thing. So when it comes to my relationship, I still want space to do things by myself sometimes and likewise, I give space for Anthony to do the same. If I want to take a vacation alone, nobody is going to stop me. I know that if there is something I want to do alone, I'm not going to be hassled about it. And that makes me so much more satisfied with my relationship and my life. Relationships aren't about combining 2 half-people to make 1 whole, that's an outdated ideal. It's about having a companion, not a probation officer. You are your own person already, and love is sharing your life with another and having them share their life with you. You shouldn't have to squash yourself into a half a person to be loved. Also with space, letting the person do their own things and have their own friends without nagging them about it is very important, too.

5. A sense of humility. I know I am not perfect, and sometimes I make mistakes. When I'm called out on them, I'm wise enough now to admit I was wrong and apologize. Likewise, I don't hold anyone up to standards I wouldn't keep for myself, and I don't expect anybody to worship me. A sense of humility goes hand in hand with understanding, which is another important aspect of love.

7. There's a whole plethora of more boring stuff, too. Like similar goals, similar values, similar ideas of fun, things in common, good communication, blah blah blah.

8. Security. Both security within yourself and your relationship is important or ultimately, one or both people will be pushed away and detached from each other. Whenever I start dating someone (which I hope never happens again!) I always ask him, "Are you a jealous person?" The ONLY correct answer is, "No." Chances are you've been insecure in a relationship and dated an insecure person. The details don't need to be said, we know how it makes everybody suffer. And if you're a smart person, you know jealousy is your problem, not your partner's. I wish the whole world knew that, I really do.

Looking back, I don't know if I answered this correctly. I more or less just answered how to have good love. Oh well.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 4

I am loving how quickly mail gets here. Some stuff shipped to me over the weekend is already here! Ah...instant gratification, how I've missed you.

Last week my amazing and generous boyfriend gave me his old iPhone 3GS as he got his iPhone 4 a little while ago. This is only my second cell phone ever and I'm still getting used to it. My first cell phone was very basic: number pad, screen, that's all she wrote. Okay, and a camera, but not a very good one. I knew I was going to get addicted to the iPhone, I just didn't think it'd happen so quickly. I've had an iPod Touch since they were first released in 2007 so I already had the know-how and the apps. But being able to continue using them when I'm not at home, on a wifi connection? Oh baby.

Anyway, the rest of the month is going to be busy. Tomorrow I get my car (wee!), Friday my sister and I are taking said car on a quick road trip to London, next Wednesday I'm headed to Toronto until Saturday or Sunday, and then Anthony is coming to Sarnia the following weekend and we're going on a little road trip.

Well, onto day 4 of the meme. Since I've been doing them in the midday, this one will be about yesterday.

Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail

Jeez, I hope I can remember.

For breakfast I had a bagel with Incredible Edible Spread 'Em (a locally-made delicious-as-sin garlic spread), plus some apple and muesli yogurt, with strawberry-banana-orange juice.

For lunch I had a vanilla Slim Fast shake and an apple, and possibly a granola bar.

For dinner I had a small Caesar salad, a chicken burger, and an Oreo sandwich for dessert. I think I had a Diet Pepsi to drink.

There you have it, folks. Normally there's a few more alcoholic drinks in there, as I've been partaking in Ontario's cheaper and more readily accessible alcohol. I've been drinking Porn Stars* like they're going out of style.

*To make a Porn Star (sometimes called Holy Water):
1 shot Blue Curacao
1 shot Red Sourpuss
Top with 7-Up or Sprite
(Tastes like an alcoholic blue freezie...very delish.)

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 3

I had a great day yesterday, although I didn't get around to do any of the work I actually get paid to do.

I will finally be getting the keys to my new-to-me 2007 Ford Fusion on Thursday. I'm beyond excited, not to mention tired of driving my mom's 2000 Toyota Corrolla. It's not a bad car, but it gets angry when you turn the air conditioning on, especially when you're still in the parking lot. It tends to just stall out if you turn on the AC before you've driven it yet.

After sorting the car stuff out, I had a good workout at the YMCA. I've been really trying to challenge myself with strength training and boy can I ever feel it today. I love going to the Y because I can just relax and take my time. After I finish my workout, I go and sit in the leisure pool for awhile, and then when I get cold, I go and sit in the (private!) hot tub before taking a slow shower and then sitting in the sauna for a bit.

Anyway, onto day 3 of the meme.

Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail

I've been wracking my brain since yesterday, trying to figure out what to write about my parents. The thing is, I feel like this is one of the things I don't have the ability to write about "in great detail" because they're my parents and I'm biased. The way I see them is probably not how other people see them. Here goes nothing...

Judy, my mom, was born in the 50s in Brampton, Ontario. From what I heard a million times as a child, she loved school and never wanted to miss a day, even when she was sick, and even though she had to walk a mile uphill in the snow and a mile uphill back! (Do all parents say this?) She was a bright student, always achieving good grades. She loved to play outside and she also loved cats (this explains my personality quite a bit!).

I believe she started working as a teenager but I can't quite remember any specifics she may have told me. When she graduated high school, she went on to Wilfrid Laurier University and received a degree in child psychology. I'm not sure if it was before or after university (I think before), she lived in Toronto working 2 jobs for awhile. I can't remember the day job but the night job was at an Italian (?) restaurant, where they let her eat dinner there for free every night, and she still talks fondly of the delicious food.

At some point in the 70s, my parents met at a dance in Waterloo (I think). My mom was there with her sister, and she too met her future husband at that dance!

I don't know much about their courtship, but they did go on an extended trip to Europe at some point in the 70s. They bought a car (a Fiat) and spent several months there, touring around, camping, visiting different countries. Apparently they went to some brewery where they received "all you drink" beers and my mom spent 3 entire days hungover. My life is so boring in comparison, haha.

In 1979 my mom married my dad in Sarnia. She had a few jobs in Sarnia before giving birth to my brother in 1982. Following my brother's birth, my parents bought a house in Point Edward which my mother lived in until this past July 30th. In 1986, an angel was born, a girl so amazing that not even the doctors could understand how a baby could...

Okay okay, I'll stop. I was born in 1986, and my sister was next in 1991.

In 2001, by a weird fluke, my mom's old job as a driving instructor at the same driving school was open and she has been back at it since. People always ask what it's like to having a driving instructor as a parent and let me be the first to tell you, it's horrible. However, I do consider myself a good driver now and I'm sure it's somewhat *grumble* related to having a driving instructor as a parent.

My mom has had various hobbies over the years, including egg decorating (with me), sewing, folk art painting, aqua fit, and probably a bunch of other stuff I don't remember. We are planning to attend a thai cooking class in the fall.

Speaking of food, my mom is a pretty decent cook, although looking back, we did kind of eat a narrow range of food (there are many, many common foods we never ate).

In 2003 my parents separated and my mom just recently moved in with her boyfriend in Sarnia. She has 3 cats, a mother cat named Nippy and her two boys, Snoopy and Nikita. They were born last July in the middle of the night after a harrowing near death of Snoopy (the first born).

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Tom, my dad, was also born in the 50s, but in Sarnia. He grew up in Point Edward and attended Bridgeview School (the same elementary school my siblings and I would attend). My dad, also a bright student, excelled in math. After graduating from Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School (where my sister and I would go to high school) he attended Waterloo University for mathematics and then I believe got some kind of post-grad degree from Western.

The direct years after school are iffy in my mind, but I think he moved back to Sarnia (with my mom perhaps?) after Europe and at some point either in the late 70s or early 80s, began working as a chartered accountant at BDO Dunwoody. He worked there until a few years ago, when he took his retirement.

Since 2003, my dad has been living in an apartment in a weird little nub of Sarnia that's pretty much inside Point Edward. I live with him, as I've mentioned, and we're right across from Canatara Park and a few steps away from Lake Huron.

My dad spends his days watching movies, playing cards with friends, and napping. My dad loves baseball and golf. When I was a kid, it seemed like he was always out playing golf but he told me recently he hasn't played in awhile.

Funny anecdote time: when I was kid and my dad was golfing often, he used to sneak over to the local golf course and steal balls that were left in the rough. At one point, he was even going into the ponds to fetch balls out. And I'm not talking he waded ankle high and plucked the balls he could see. I'm talking, he used to DIVE IN and swim underwater to find balls. Once I went with him and I remember he stopped and bought a pack of cigarettes on the way. He thoughtlessly shoved the cigarettes into his pocket. After he dove into the water at the golf course, I remember he emerged, cursing that he just lost the entire pack of smokes. Haha. That memory always makes me laugh.

Also, my dad hates shopping and hates dawdling in stores. I remember on the morning before we went on a family vacation to Myrtle Beach, we went to the mall in search of pair of shoes for him. He saw a pair of shoes he liked, asked for them in size 9, he paid for them and we left. I couldn't believe it, since my mom chooses EVERYTHING (and I mean everything) so painstakingly and so slowly. I now find I'm much like my dad, and often don't bother trying on clothes before I buy them. I call myself "overly decisive" when it comes to shopping and I know I get it from my dad.

Phew...now I just have to be worried about writing something for the sibling one!

Monday, August 9, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 2

Well, I hope I didn't scare too many people away with my day 1 entry.

Yesterday (Sunday) was the kind of day that's becoming my usual life here in Ontario. I woke up around 10am, had breakfast, made big plans for going to the gym, felt sleepy at 12:30pm so I lied down and woke up at 2:45pm. I've been eating a lot of fast food so I decided to make supper for my dad and myself. As I was buying the groceries, my sister texted me and wanted me to pick her up, so she came over for supper, too. We had a nice dinner (if I do say so myself) followed by the 40 Year Old Virgin and Titanic.

Anyway, onto the meme. Can you tell I'm procrastinating?

Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail

I've often heard it said that whatever happens to you the summer you're 17, you remember forever. Indeed such is the case with the summer I was 17, the year 2003.

It was a fairly warm summer from what I remember, filled with long days of oppressing heat and endless sunshine. As I mentioned in my last post, I was very involved in the local community theatre as a teenager. That summer I was assistant sound operator for a comedy called Noises Off! The theatre had brought in a professional director and it seemed like our cast and crew was huge. I believe Noises Off! was my third or fourth show with Theatre Sarnia, so I was still in the process of meeting all of its members.

This is a public blog and I don't really want to say too much, so I'm not going to go into "great detail." So back to my story...his name was D, and he was one of the actors in Noises Off!, I believe he played Gary. He was several years older than me and was dating another crew member at the time.

It started out innocently enough, I guess. We would joke around backstage and chat while he was waiting to go onstage. After the show ended, we kept in touch via MSN Messenger. After talking for awhile, we agreed to hang out and as I like to say, "one thing led to another" (my version of Seinfeld's "yada yada yada").

Yada yada...things were pretty messy for awhile since he was still with his girlfriend. I didn't have much self-esteem in those days and was happy to submit myself to tortuous situations in which I wasn't being treated properly. So she goes. The summer consisted of hanging out with D and sometimes having to sneak out of his apartment so his girlfriend wouldn't see me (she lived in another apartment building in the complex). Neither D nor I had a car at that point so we mostly just hung out in his apartment (sans air conditioning) and watched movies. I felt so grown up dating someone older than me, someone who had his own apartment (although looking back, attributing any kind of adulthood maturity to his apartment was in vain). I think that was the main draw for me. I was impatient to begin my own adulthood and prematurely injecting myself into "the real world" was exciting to me, albeit stressful and full of drama and heartache. The boys I had dated previous to D were immature and I craved full-on, 24-hour-a-day, 7-day-a-week praise, attention and affection and from a "real man." The descent into infatuation and love happened quickly for me, although it was ill-placed in D, considering he already had a girlfriend, one whom he wasn't planning on leaving.

On and on the drama went until November when I finally smartened up and stepped out of the situation, realizing I deserved to be with someone to whom I wasn't a secret.

We kept in infrequent contact with each other over the years and did end up dating once more in 2008 for a short bit, but I had matured and changed quite a bit by then, and he was the same old, so it did not last long.

I really dislike talking about relationships publicly. I think if I had noticed this was one of the topics, I wouldn't have participated in this at all but I think I got through it okay. I'm glad that's out of the way. Now to go deal with my new car stuff!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

30 Day Meme: Day 1

A long-time online friend of mine, Traci, just started this meme and I thought it would be a good way to start my new blog. Every day has a new bio-type theme to write about. I love stuff like this.

Here we go!

Day 01 - Introduce yourself, in great detail

My name is Jaime, age 24 years old. Born and raised in Sarnia (well, Point Edward), Ontario. As a child, I spent much of my time at Canatara Park or under the Blue Water Bridge. I loved to play outside and would wander around the park by myself starting around age 5 or 6.

In my teen years, I caught the theatre bug and spent hundreds and hundreds of hours at the Imperial Theatre in downtown Sarnia. Not one to step into the limelight, my preference was for anything and everything that went on behind the scenes. I mainly focused on light and sound operation, but occasionally stage managed. Right before I moved to London (ON) in 2005, I acted as "Laurie" in Brighton Beach Memoirs. My worst fear was forgetting my lines on stage, something I still have nightmares about to this day. However, I learned my lines quickly and never once forgot a line during the 6-night run.

Moving to London in June 2005 was the start of my adult life, like many other young Ontarians who live close enough to London to be sucked in like ants to a vacuum. I was with Jeff at the time and it was my first time living with somebody other than my family. I ended up working at a call centre the majority of the time we lived there. Admittedly, life was pretty miserable. I hated my job and the stress from hating something so much brought everything down with it, as misery tends to do. Jeff and I decided in the spring of 2006 that we should move elsewhere and try something else, since the typical Southern Ontario life wasn't working for us. The first job Jeff ended up getting was in Rankin Inlet, Nunavut. Initially I wasn't sold on the idea, I remember saying something along the lines of, "Why would I want to live in a place where mere surviving is a feat of its own?" Eventually, Nunavut won me over, especially once I stepped foot onto the tundra and breathed in the freshest air you could imagine. September to December of 2006 was spent enjoying our new home. For the first time in awhile, I felt peaceful and happy. I loved my home and things were good.

Early in 2007, things went downhill. Very downhill. I choose not to discuss the specifics, I only want to point it out to give context to the rest of the year. I thought things were getting better by the summer, but I was met with even worse trauma, repeatedly. Month after month was met with another challenge I fought to overcome. 2007 was a year no human, no matter how evil, should ever have to experience. Excluding the fact I started working for the RCMP which was one of the best things to ever happen to me, the year was pretty much a horrific write-off. Inevitably, things proceeded to get worse and worse until I was faced with a choice. Fix my current life, which felt too steep a climb to bother, or break away and start new. I went with the latter.

In April of 2008, I moved to Iqaluit by myself and continued working with the RCMP. Had they not offered me a job in Iqaluit, I'm not sure what I would have done. My entire life turned around during the course of that year. Finally I was by myself, living life in a way that was 100% my own. Loneliness and independence (ying and yang of the single person's life) had a profound effect on me. I have thought about it numerous times and I cannot think of one personality trait of mine that went unchanged due to being on my own.

2009 blended into the previous year and was a somewhat more stable year for me. I began a new job in Iqaluit with the RCMP and finally moved into my own apartment (long story). In July, I took my sister to Edmonton and Jasper as a graduation gift. We had a lot of fun. My sister and I share a love of water slides, shopping, and chicken fingers...needless to say, we had a good time.

Shortly after my return from Alberta, a guy named Anthony started following me on Twitter, asking inane and common questions about Nunavut. I answered dutifully but was also somewhat weirded out by how interested he was in Nunavut. One thing led to another and in December we started emailing each other, which led to chatting online. I was about to go home to Sarnia for Christmas and since Anthony lives within 2 hours of Sarnia, we decided to go out for supper to meet. Thus began an amazing relationship with the most awesome person I've ever met. I'm finally in a place where I feel like I'm the person I was destined to become. It's an incredible feeling and it's certainly easier to fall asleep at night thinking, "Wow, I'm so lucky. I have the best life!" versus all the bad things people worry about before passing out for the night.

Long story short, I was not about to let distance get the better of what was happening between me and Anthony. After talking about it for hours, we decided I would move back to Sarnia. I have written previously about the plan from here but won't talk about it until some more time has passed (which I'll explain in the future).

So this brings me to now. I'm back in Sarnia, living with my dad, and trying to wrap my head around life in the south. The first few days back were extremely difficult, I won't lie. I could feel tension as thick as the humidity around me the first week being back. I have relaxed considerably and am now battling a constant craving for fast food, haha.

Well, I wrote about my life in the most concise way I know how. I didn't really talk about my tastes or my beliefs but most of that stuff will come later in the meme.

I am only somewhat planning to do the rest on consecutive days starting now, but don't hold it against me if I skip a day or 2.


Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Introduction

Here I am, at new the blog. It's a tough thing to leave behind a 4 year old blog, but I feel like it's the best thing to do since its entire purpose was to chronicle my life in Nunavut.

Now that I'm here, my posts will not be centered around one topic anymore. I have been keeping a (more private) online journal for 8 years and I wrote in it voraciously every day until 2010. This year, however, my desire to write out every experience I had was proving tiring, especially since my journal was mostly a place of rants and since I don't have much to rant about these days, the entries have become few and far between.

I've been wanting to start to write about myself more publicly, so this will be my new place for that.

I hope you enjoy.
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