Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Please consider this a formal request to have a hair/makeup/photography team follow me around for always. If you can promise me this, I promise that I will never be as ubiquitous-for-no-good-reason as Paris Hilton, never be as annoying as Jessica Simpson, never dress like Mary Kate Olsen, and never marry my ugly underling a la … Continue reading Dear World,
That’s me in the purple. Congrats to the new Mr. and Mrs. Mayer! Also, my speech made the bride cry – I win! More photos here. Continue reading Weekend Wedding Whirlwind
I had a strange fixation when I was a teenager about turning twenty-six. For some reason I always thought that was when life would really start for me. I imagined myself living in a great little apartment either downtown or near the beach, being successful in a career I loved and in a relationship with … Continue reading Not Old, Just Older
I have a fashion dilemma at the moment, and am turning to the internets for advice. This is probably a mistake, since (from what I can figure) most people who comment here are guys. And I would feel confident putting money down on the fact that if the guys haven’t already tuned out after reading … Continue reading Dilemma
This entry would be far better if I scanned some high school photos to accompany it. Instead you’ll have to just imagine, and hope I dig some out later. In my 1997/98 yearbook from Hope Secondary School, that from my graduating year, there is a single line entry from one of the guys in my … Continue reading Kiss Kiss
Thanks to an early birthday present from the lovely (and shiny!) Ellis, my car is suddenly lovely (and shiny!) again herself! While I slaved away at work for the day yesterday, J’Lo was pampered and primped at the Yaletown Auto Spa, getting a scrubdown inside and out. More pictures on flickr of course. I don’t … Continue reading Booty-licious!
I ventured out to Abbotsford a couple times this past weekend for Neil’s 10-year High School reunion. A note to those who don’t know any of their partner’s high school friends (especially when said partner has kept in touch with exactly no-one) – damn yo, those things are BORING! Thankfully I managed to keep myself … Continue reading Interest Bearing Accounts