pack ratted

today we are going to talk about packing protocol. like, your moving, and you have a lot of shit. and the person you live with also does. and so do your 3 cats. what do you do? do you pack up your own stuff? i mean, i am pretty sure the cats won't be doing their own packing. do you gut your entire house and throw out everything. do you cram more garbage bags of precious clothing you haven't worn since grade 5 into your already stuffed to the brim storage unit? or do you donate it to salvation army so some other grade 5 girl has some cute out of date clothing to wear. what is a girl to do???

I DON'T KNOW!

see, once upon a time there was a pack rat. she liked reading so she had a lot of books, she liked knick knacks and candles and coffee mugs and hair clips and framed photos and photo albums and throw pillows. so that was all good when she had her own bedroom and a mother who was constantly on her about organizing. but then she moved in with a boy who was a pack rat ALSO. except he liked collecting things like cardboard, laundry detergent bottles, old vacuum pipes, little soldiers and spaceships. transformers also, but they both liked those.

see the problem?! do you see MY PROBLEM!! this is hands down the worst part of our relationship. (other than Dan wanting me to scratch his back every five minutes). see pack rats are supposed to find non pack rats. and they can balance each other. but We are a couple and quite possibly the two worst pack rats on vancouver island. like seriously, we are so bad OTHER PEOPLE will come to us and give us their OWN shit they don't want to keep around because they know WE will find a spot.

AGGGGGHHHHHH. this is crazy. end rant.

trot fast my dapple grey.

when i think about fall i think about things like making paper turkeys in grade 2 out of cut outs of your hands and burning campfire smell and halloween and tyler sneaking candy and mom throwing the rest of it in the fire and carving pumpkins that all sucked and falling into piles of leaves and eating dirt. fall is filled with memories. i know i just wrote a post about this recently. but that is just me. being forgetful and getting caught up in nostalgia. i am a summer baby but i think i am more of a fall baby. i think i was born at the end of summer because i didn't want to miss any fall. that is my rationalization for not being born in the fall. i am sticking to it.


i have been slowly organizing stuff to get ready for the move. by slowly, i mean SLOOOOOOOOWLY. like yesterday i cleaned out the medicine cabinets. we have three in our bathroom. not even I have enough junk to fill up three medicine cabinets. excessive? i think so. damn, our new apartment better have three medicine cabinets!!! so i can have three mirrors, of course. nothing to do with the extra room.

anyways, i am looking forward to moving to the bigger place more and more. Dan will have his own room. I can just take a rake at the end of the day and rake everything of his back into his room. it will be glorious. the bedroom won't be an office. the kitchen won't be a clay making factory, the bathroom won't be the hot glue gun station. the kitchen table won't be Benny's bed. because I can actually fit it into the kitchen!! and eat on it. like grown ups do!

anyways, Kate and Krysta and I went for a fall walk but not for long because it was MUDDY out. we went to go on the dock but the gate was locked. we walked in the alley and to the park and saw the olympics statue that is made out of styrofoam because it is important to keep things classy. we took pictures of leaves, each other, my feet, some dogs, some flowers and katie pretending to be a bird. i am satisfied.


the cats seem pretty happy with fall. they still don't mind going out in the cold and bug has more leaves to hunt than usual. it is good for kitties to get fresh air. my old ones are so lazy you really have to kind of force them out but once they go out they are fine. Bug on the other hand is happy to sit in the mud eating grass all day if i were to let him. except that i don't! he has white fur and his outdoor trips are in intervals. got to give these cats some structure.

ok, i guess it is time to get into some more organizing. maybe it is time for the kitchen cupboards. ungh.....i think i will put those guys off a little big longer.

magical pants take you places.

i am promising a good post in the morning. i have been totally lacking in the photos lately. i need to get out and get some shots. rain or shine. i also need to show you my new little creatures and creations i have been working on. it will be good. i have been trying to photograph them in my dark apartment. but they need to be shot out in the sunlight. so you can see them, for all their details and...flaws.

i wore spandex running pants all day and i feel like super woman because of it.

just so you know, these pants make me feel like running. and i HATE running. so they are magical pants.

i will photograph my magical pants tomorrow also.

move over

i am feeling a little overwhelmed but in a good way. we got the news that we would be able to move into a bigger apartment in the building. its a two bedroom with a way bigger kitchen, a patio with real grass (not dirt and weeds) and a bigger laundry room. Dan says the laundry room isn't bigger but it SO is. anyways. i kind of have no idea what i am doing here because its like...the apartment next to ours and its like is there any point in packing or would it just be best to run lamps and handfuls of books over there until everything is there? i am guessing that i should just get like 3 boxes and pack shit into that bring it over, dump it and come back for more. it shouldn't be too hard. it's more about the cleaning. but i figure if i slowly just keep cleaning then it will be done in no time. i am really, truly excited to move into a two bedroom. it will be so nice in comparison to this teeny tiny one bedroom we are living in now. i mean, this place is by no means small but considering we are both pack rats, disorganized messes it would make sense to have a larger area to store all our junk/treasures.

i am excited!

good evening all. this is my halloween post. i guess. halloween was nice...went to claire and jay's and a bunch of people came and we had jello shooters and i ate way too much and i wore a big head of hair. dan's costume was a total win...his 'dan version' of frankenstein was refreshing i think. i kept looking at him thinking this isn't my boyfriend, my boyfriend doesn't have a chin! oh burrrrnnnn. anyways, it was a really nice time. claire and i made this scavenger hunt that was really messed up. we timed it so people could go whenever they wanted to. mostly it just took you around the farm looking for the body of a murdered girl. in the end you find her behind the barn hanging from a slaughter hook. she is a skeleton in a cashmere sweater and black piggytails. the whole thing was really awesome and terrible. i should have taken photos of the scavenger hunt...you go to a creepy old swing set and down into the dark basement to find a creepy little doll and into an old barn. it was fun to not have to do it and just watch everyone else suffer.

anyways, that is all for my halloween post. goodnight!

it is 2:30 in the morning. just tried to wash the black paint off my hair fifty million times. i am laying in bed uploading photos to facebook like an hour after they were actually taken. is this sad? or is it not sad but i made it sad by blogging about it? oh god. it's even sadder now that i am acknowledging it again. anyways, dan and i had a good time as frankenstein and his bride. we went to the liquor store and to walmart and knocked on our landlords door to show him and his wife. people seemed to be impressed...especially with dan's elaborate make up. anyways, i am going to fall asleep here. the room is a blur and my mind is mush and yes, this is drunk blogging.

evolving humour

i shoved around the furniture in my living room to give myself a little new perspective on things. i moved both book shelves by myself (with the books on them) because i have giant nurse muscles. it looks nice in here now. but it looked nice before. but there definitely is a benefit to giving yourself a bit of a change once in awhile. small miracles make my life a wonderful place. and a small miracle is that i managed to move it all by myself with no help and no frustration and not even any sweat.

anyways, i am having a nice fall so far. there is not much downFALL to fall. haha, i get a kick out of myself. most of the time i find myself hilarious. i can laugh and laugh and laugh at myself while everyone else stares at me unimpressed.

this is what archives are best for. finding funny little things i wrote about it in the past. i have learned that my humour has evolved. that some things are just ridiculous that i used to say. but then again i guess that's because everything evolves. and that is why the bible is false.

oh harsh.

didn't even tell me his own name.

Not going to lie, Halloween has got me pretty excited this year. I never do ANYTHING for Halloween. a few years back we went to a dance and that was fun. This year will be different because friends are having a thing and I will have a reason to dress up and drink and get a sugar headache. I have a cool couples costume planned which is a nice little cliche. Kind of feeling the whole thing. Willing to put some actual work into this costume. Tomorrow I gotta go to the storage unit and dig around until I find this old dress I wore in grade 6 for a speech about ghosts.

OH god. Grade 6? I mean, it was loose then. really, really loose. lets just hope it will do up.

and isn't rotting.

it's a gnarly old dress this is for certain.

ok goodnight! xo

mad skills

Krista and I were discussing skills resumes yesterday. Skills resumes seem to be sorely underrated. So I thought I would jot down a couple things to put on mine.

1. cat herding skills. if you hire me i can get your cats to go almost anywhere you want them to. this also applies to dementia patients.
2. laundry soap making skills. i know how to make it. from scratch. no joke. hire me i will make you laundry soap that will cost you, like 25 cents a bucket.
3. shitty painting skills. we've all seen my art. want a popsicle bird to hang on your wall. i'm your girl.
4. tie a cherry stem in a knot skills. ungh. don't really want a job where i would need to use that skill :S
5. procrastination skills. gonna spend some time thinking about what i want to put here.
6. talking on the phone in the tub skills. i can make business calls while lathering up.
7. cutting corners skills. i am endlessly creative when it comes to this skill. it's not about being lazy, it's about being resourceful!!
8. hiding messes skills. under the bed!!! stack it up high in the closet. it's all good. (until you move)
9. discovering endless ailments skills. one day i have cancer of the toe the next it's conjunctivitis. that's just how i roll.
10. and lastly and most importantly: reasoning myself out of any situation skills. i can put a spin on ANYTHING.

so there you go. if you were smart you would hire me.

now i am interested in hearing what you would put on your skills resume. leave me a comment!!!

Cute vs Beautiful

Ok, so this is something I think about from time to time and suddenly I just came up with the brilliant plan to post about it. maybe other girls relate?? who knows. anyways, this is the debate. Is it better to be cute or beautiful???? I have had people tell me I am 'cute' but someone else is 'beautiful'. oh you are just so cute!!! they will say. I want to pinch your cheeks. how come this always feels like a diss?? i mean, i like getting a compliment but it always bothered me a bit. I have always thought that cute is like kid sister, girl next door, bubble gum, clean and clear, kirsten dunst in jumangi. BEAUTIFUL on the other hand is the type of good looks that start wars. You know what I am saying? Aphrodite wasn't cutesy she was BEAUTIFUL.

cute feels dime a dozen. every block there is a cute girl in a cute outfit with a cute hairdo walking to her cute little job.

so the fact of the matter is it IS better to be beautiful than cute. and yes there are guys who say they like cute girls. and really, the Guys who say they prefer cute girls are actually just saying they prefer girls that are DOWN TO EARTH. if they could find a girl that was beautiful yet approachable then they would have hit pay dirt??

but the fact of the matter is, if you are cute doesn't that make you even 10 percent beautiful??? i think beautiful is generally the umbrella that all good looks gather under. like hot, sexy, pretty, gorgeous. and if you have enough of one you are beautiful. or maybe you have like a couple of different types of good looks. like for example you have been called pretty and sexy. does this make you beautiful????

ok, this discussion is vapid and terrible and i feel shame for posting about it. but i am not going to delete it. lets go with it. what do you think? am i totally nuts?? am i ungrateful? is my self esteem laying in pieces on the living room floor??


oh geez. dramatic much?