Yummy hamburger

This photo came up on my news feed on Facebook the other day...

I know what they were trying to do, show a bunch of people having a super great time so you'd want to go there. Like the big, fact juicy hamburger ads that make your mouth water. Maybe it's a late twenties thing, but that is entirely NOT the reaction it elicited for me. I looked at that photo and smiled that I was at home in pjs and fuzzy socks, cuddling the cat on the couch and NOT there with all those sweaty drunk people. Sometimes I think I still want to do that, and then eleven o'clock rolls around, I'm downtown, usually dressed up, not drinking because I need to somehow get myself home, dancing, it's loud, hot and wondering to myself, "why did I think this was a good idea?" Nothing against the Biltmore, but that's a juicy hamburger I'm not craving to take a bite out of lately...

Beach Emergency

I used to tease my sister for having a back up beach bag in her car with a bathing suit, towel and sunscreen. For a grown up waterbaby, who finds such comfort in open bodies of water, a beach emergency is a real thing.

But the other day, It happened to me. A friend in Pitt Meadows where I work invited me to a favourite spot of ours in Maple Ridge at a lake after work. The minimum half hour detour it would have taken to get home and back would have killed the daylight. I had a beach emergency! I have tubes, a crazy carpet, and two camping chairs in my trunk, just in case, because you never know when your sense of adventure will kick in. But now, the beach bag will have to be added. 

Homey

It might have been having the plumber in, or the new to me couch or putting all the boxes in the closet, but all of a sudden, my place feels like mine. Big shout out to all the friends and family who helped me move, paint, change switches and outlets, put up curtain rods, put up tv's, move couches...you're all fabulous, and I can't thank you enough! Shout to my homies that made it feel like home *wink wink* 

I just love it. Ok Cinderella, you're right, dreams really do come true! 

New Tinder?

It seems there's a bunch of new apps popping up that wish to contend with Tinder on the dating app game. I got this one on my Facebook. 

I always wonder if those are actual guys somewhere, or if I searched "hot guy with snowboard" his stock photo would pop up. 

Of course there's a guy with a dog. This must be a strategy that works based on how often I see it. I'm in the wrong line of work. I should be renting dogs for single men who wish to find single pet owners! 

But there's a another one called Happn that I totally agree with the creepy idea of. It matches you based on people you run into in your daily life. I have a couple friends on it, and so far they've only happened upon each other, but what a neat idea. Actually matching with people in your area, who are single, who you happen upon. Still using your geography like Tinder, but more focused on making meaningful connections that hooking up. 

I know what you're thinking, I should download that and get on it for your bloggy enjoyment right? Well fortunately I'm seeing someone who might not appreciate that. Or maybe unfortunately for him, my friends mom asked me, "who's your next victim?" I'm still trying not to be offended by that...

I wanna POO: an update

These titles just keep getting worse...I'm going to preface it better this time. For those less avid readers of my blog, I committed not to use Shampoo, but vinager and baking soda instead for a whole month. Feel free to flip back to my previous post, it didn't get off to the best start, and blogging about it might be the only reason I've keep it up if I'm honest. 

Because sometimes, it kinda sucks. And it always seems to be the "and" when I'm having a rough go. This happened, that happened, AND my hair is gross! They say it takes a whole month for your hair to adjust, which seems redundant because I'm already counting down the days until I can use shampoo again. 

I've noticed some itchy red spots at this point. A client suggested I moisturizer my scalp, so I used beautifying oil. 

Then my scalp was still itchy and red, as well as greasy enough to cook fries. Fries with vinegar, based on smell. I can't speak to how much hair I'm loosing because one day it'll feel like I'm loosing less, and then the next I'm panicking it's all falling out. It's probably averaging out to the same.

By the way, my friend who got me onto this, dropped out in the first week. She got some dandruff, and immediately we went out for a family size bottle of head and shoulders. Don't worry, I'm aware how awful that stuff is, I tried to tell her. Hate to say it, but my greasy roots, dry ends mop might be better off.

I also have some suspisions that the baking soda and vinegar might be the reason my acne got out of control and turned into huge scabs on my chin. But I'm trying to get that under control too. 

Anyhow, I'm keeping with it, because I said I would, but this is less than pleasant. I was about to type "suffering" but it seems overly mellow dramatic with all the fires and evacuations in Fort MacMurrey. Which by the way, you can donate directly to through the Red Cross, I did. 

Good granddaughter

I went to go visit Grammy in her old folks home Sunday and the ladies there like to tell me I'm a good granddaughter. People on my Facebook that see all our selfies together say it too, but I'll be honest, it breaks my heart a little everytime. This is a lady who baked me chocolate chip cookies, who took my shopping at the dollar store, who had me over for sleep overs to watch Wheel a Fortune, and who always had stashes of candy for me, just to name a few. Her home is a 45 minute drive from where I live, but I still think going to visit her with a coffee to play our own interpretive game of crib is something I should do more. It doesn't make me good in anyway, that is what I SHOULD be doing. I hope when I'm her age, I hope I have little shits for grandkids, and they better come visit me too. Even when it's hard. Even when I don't remember them. They'll know I love them, and they'll take a few hours out of their busy lives to bring me chocolates and play bingo. Little theoretical buggers, they better. 

Relatable songs

I laugh a little everytime I hear Justin Beiber's new song on the radio, "Love Yourself". I like songs that I can relate to you see, so the first couple lyrics have me in stiches. 

As if ex's use my name to get in clubs. I can't even get myself into clubs lately, and I've wanted to less and less. That's past #firstworldproblems to #celebrityproblems, but maybe #celebwhines is more appropriate. 

Reminds me of a song a couple years back now, Shaun Hook was all, "this girl she got me shook, with her big brown eyes..." I'm in! "...sexy little thighs" dammit. I tried to get a screen shot of him from that video, but all I kept getting were these...

I'll just leave those there. He couldn't have said, "them muscular tree trunks for thighs, they got me wanting to wood chip all niiggghhhttt looonnnggggg..." 

Even the song "One Love" by Marianas Trench has some unrelated lines. "What if the one true love's the only one that you get?" Well that's a scary-ass thought. Imagine still being with the first person you fell in love with? Maybe I'm a romantic sap, but even the second and third aren't looking good either...tenth try is the charm? 

I don't know this band very well, but I can't help but think they're making fun of themselves as music artists in that video...

Floating beds seem to be a thing, but that just sounds like a bad day to me...