Bad kind of scavenger hunt

I've been hesitant to blog about my new adventures as a cat owner, because I have the people I got Beasty from on my Facebook. That being said, I don't think it's a secret the cats not a people loving kind of feline. I had it just over a month, and it's spent the majority of the time under my bed. 

I bought her a blanket I stuffed under there, that I'm happy to say she uses. She's pooped twice outside of her litter box, and another time she overdosed on catnip and barfed her guts out, I'm still finding reminents of that. We have had one intimate moment when she jumped on my bed and let me pet her. This was, probably not coincidently, after one of the pooping incidents. 

I was chatting with my coworker though and I said, I found the poo under the bed, but where is she pooping that I'm not finding? She says,"don't worry, you'll smell it..then you have to go hunting for it..." Speaking from experience of having her daughters dogs at her house. Ah, the bad kind of scavenger hunt...

Floating

So last night, Aleisha and I used coupons we had for Cloud 9 float spa, for a two hour float in a sensory deprivation chamber. 

This is the one I used, with only 11 inches of salty water in it. As I was given the tour for my first float, she asked if I had any questions, and I said actually if she wouldn't mind her taking my picture once I get in, I have this blog, might be good promotion for them..blah blah blah. I'm imagining me, with all my long hair floating around me..you know, very artistic and all. She gives me this weird look, "well I can, but you'll be naked..." Too artistic. "Why make laundry?" She says.

So I'm not allowed to shave, no make up or products of any kind, and now I'll be naked to boot. So hairy me climbs on in, and I'm not going to lie, I had to calm myself down when the lid shut. And this is going to sound silly, but I was surprised how much I floated! No effort needed. I just succumbed to the water. I even turned the lights off and fell asleep! Note to self, so not itch nose if one wishes to avoid intense stinging sensation. I did find it impossible to turn off my inner monologue, I spent most of my time composing this blog mentally. I expected to write how my 30 second float, and my appreciation for small spaces, but I surprised myself. 

Even funnier was talking to Aleisha in the car after. "Well I won't do that ever again.." She found it boring. And the thudding I kept hearing near door was her splashing around in hers. We both felt pretty new age about the whole hinge, I can't imagine most people from my grandparents generation jumping on board. Save the endless supply of salt in my ears, I did quite enjoy myself to my surprise. And not to mention my shoulder I buggered at work yesterday actually feels better today, whether or not that had anything to do with it...try anything once right? Keep clam, float on readers! 

Legal stabbing

I was out the other day with a friend who has a severe allergy, and as a result, carried an epipen. As we started to talk about it, I admitted I'm not sure I would have the guts to stab someone, even when I knew it would save their life. She said you muster the courage, and won't even think about it in the moment, you'll just stab them. And then we laughed a little. Might be the only time it's legal, and even encouraged to stab someone. 

"I'm sorry convulsing unresponsive stranger, I just don't know how I feel jabbing this needle into your leg...it's leg right?" I hope that isn't another wildly inaccurate fact Hollywood has made common knowledge. I carry chocolate around in my purse, just in case I meet a diabetic who needs it, but I hope they'd be with it enough to ask for it. I hope I could stab someone with an epipen should they go into anephalitc shock. If you hesitate, does another stranger force your arm down, or grab it out your hand and do it for you? Ah, this courage thing is tricky business...

Who do you hun?

This is somewhat of a point of contention between a friend and I, who do you refer to as "hun" in your daily life? I have become more aware of who, and when I drop a "hun" as of recently. My own hun-habits include people my own age or younger, or specifically women who I deem as friendly, and close friends. But what if that close friend hates it, and finds it condescending, and even fake? It might even be argued that a certain demographic of bleeched hair, artificial nail, name brand purse wearing middle aged women who are the worst offenders of "hun-ing".

I say them all! Hun, love, dear, babe (in rare cases, lets be clear)...I don't even know when the habit started, but as proven by the above said friend, who points it out regularly, but at this point must even let the odd one slide, its a hard one to break.

Another big one I hear other people pet name dropping is "dear". And I'm sensitive to this one because my very own Grams despises it. She feels as though the user of "dear" on her implies she's a little old, incapable lady, which if you've ever met her, she certainly is not.

So listen to yourself, and watch for that subtle eye twitch from the dear you're hun-ing.

First flat

Yesterday, my cousin and I did another training ride to prepare for the Ride to Conquer Cancer coming up in August this year. We tackled a shorter ride, only 26km, but with long intense hills. So there we were, riding along...ok Cindy was riding along like it was no big deal, I was hunched over my handle bars panting like a dog, when all of a sudden it felt like I was running something over. And over. And over again. When I got off and inspected my wheel, we found a huge screw sticking out of it. 

Luckily I had a spare tube, and Cindy had a pump. I thought she was expertly fixing the problem, so when a lady rode past and asked to help us, I enthusiastically declined. At which time Cindy looked me dead in the eyes and said, "we don't refuse help...!" So when five minutes later, a gorgeous guy riding by asked, that we did not. He had the whole thing fixed right up in 15 minutes, including fixing my squeaky brakes, which the bike shop I paid over a hundred dollars to for a tune up last month must have missed.

I learned a couple important lessons. The biking community is very much a helping, supportive group of people, who won't let you struggle on the side of the road for long. And should you find yourself in trouble, a good looking man should be along shortly to fix all your problems. Right?

All this training is great, but only worth it if I make my fundraising goal. Copy and paste this link to your browser to donate to my cause:

http://www.conquercancer.ca/site/TR/Events/Vancouver2015?px=3775976&pg=personal&fr_id=1524

Bad food/deodorant

Some of you might remember my post about best before dates, doesn't mean bad after in which I admitted to having somewhat relaxed feelings towards expired food. In writing it, and admitting how much I don't care, I'm actually surprised I haven't given myself food poisoning yet *knock on wood* This came up recently with Matt, as most undesirable personality traits often do in new relationships. It's especially bad because he works in the restaurant industry, so food is more his thing and his department.

So the other day we came home with a little more for my wee freezer than it could take, and I admitted I had some meat in the back that my mom gave me when she was moving. In early 2014. The meat went with me to Greg's parents place, and then came here. "You know stuff still expires, even in the freezer.." he says. No, of course not. The freezer is a magical box that keeps things good forever! I could see him trying super hard not to judge me as I produced the bundles from the back, and we made guesses as to what they used to be.
That was all fun and games until I went to put my deoderant on, and said to Matt, "Wow, did you know these have expiry dates too!!??? 04-2010. Shit, is that five years ago...?" *facepalm*

Every city date ideas

Now keeping in mind that I'm not going on 2-3 first dates in a day anymore...ok, I did that ONCE, but man did I ever feel like a sassy minx. But I did come across a few unique little places I would love to go, if I were.

Port Coquitlam - Matteo's Gelatto
In the summer, they have three coolers of flavours, and the guy that owns it is great. He's got seating inside and outside, and it's perfect. Best selection of dairy free I've come across, the Fruity De Basco is out of this world. Love it. Go.

Coquitlam - Creekside Coffee Factory
Kristi just took me here recently, and I fell for their London Fog, it's to die for. But it's an adorable little coffee shop, totally hipstery and cozy.

Pitt Meadows - Tomes & Tales
Ok, in all honesty, I haven't been here yet, but I want to in a bad way. It's a book store that also sells loose leaf tea and gifts. Brilliant.

Maple Ridge - Bean Around Books
Love this place, again, the owner is a super cool guy. He's got used books pilled to the ceiling, and loose leaf tea. There's a cozy little seating area, and did I say he has books? Unlike some used book stores, he also has a catalog of the books he has, so you can ask about specific titles. Amazing.

Port Moody - Jolly Olde Bookstore
This is the cutest little bookstore, off the beaten path that I couldn't love more. Bring your own coffee, but it's exactly what a used book store should be. Stacked to the ceiling, and the guy working has fabulous recommendations.

Five is modest, I'll leave it there. Happy dating.