Sixty-first day of work selfie

So you can’t really tell from the photo, but this dress is long and almost goes down to my ankles.  Well not quite, but it would if I were shorter.  I don’t tend to wear a lot of long dresses, because I always find they look weird for some reason, but maybe that’s just because I’m not used to wearing them.  I got this one from Ross Dress For Less in the States and this is my first time wearing it.  I’ve decided I like long dresses now.  I heard it was going to be cold and rainy today.  It wasn’t this morning, but it is now.  I didn’t want to wear pants, and I didn’t want to re-shave my legs, so this dress worked out well.  You might not be able to see in the picture, but the dress has black and grey stripes across it.  I wore grey in honour of the new Fifty Shades of Grey book that was released today.  No, I’m kidding, I totally didn’t, it was just a coincidence.  Why would I want to celebrate such a gross insult to literature?  I heard that this new version is even worse than the original and I have no idea how that’s even possible.  I tried to read the first book and couldn’t because I was just so shocked and disgusted by the horrible grammar and writing style.  Anyway, since I knew it would get cooler today, I paired this dress with my purple jacket that I got at the Plenty warehouse sale and the Vancouver Convention Centre during Easter weekend this year.  I love it for its unique zippers and pockets.  My necklace is from Her Story Lockets and I got it when they had a booth at the PNE Marketplace last summer, and my lock earrings are from another booth that was also at the PNE during that time.  And my ring, of course, is from UBC.  

I wish the lighting was better so you could actually see the dress properly.  And I wish I had a full length mirror.  Oh well.

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I don’t always take pictures of my food, but when I do, I post them on Facebook

Don’t you just hate those people who take pictures of their food?  It’s so unnecessary, right?  I mean the food is there for you to eat, not to look at.  I used to judge those people.  And lo and behold, I became one of them.  I don’t always take pictures of my food.  But when I do, I post them on Facebook.  I’m not one of those people who has to instagram every single thing she eats.  I don’t even have instagram actually.  Which is probably for the best.

If I’m eating something bland or unexciting, then I see no reason to have to share it with the world.  But when it’s some sort of unique concoction that I know people would either be jealous of or judge me for eating, then I feel it’s somehow justified.  So I just wanted to share with you the fact that I had a pizza burger the other night.  I love when you can get two things in one like that.  The pizza burger is the newest addition to the Boston Pizza menu.  I opted for the pepperoni and bacon one.  Because why wouldn’t you want the extra meat?

pizza burger

Pepperoni & bacon pizza burger at Boston Pizza

I used to be one of those people who always felt compelled to finish everything off their plate.  But on occasion I now find myself bringing home leftovers.  In this case, it’s understandable, because the pizza burger was pretty much like eating a pizza and a burger.  So really it was two meals in one.  Literally, because I ate the rest of it for lunch the following day.

Did you know that Boston Pizza actually puts instructions on their take home boxes as to what to do with your leftover food?  They tell you how long you have before you have to refrigerate it, how to store it, how to reheat it, and how many days you have left before you have to eat it.  And so I put it in the fridge when I got home, as it says to do so within two hours.  When I entered the kitchen, my dad looked at me, saw that I was wearing my boots and my jacket, and said, “Where are you going??” because it was late.  I then informed him that I’d just gotten home.  Apparently he didn’t realize I wasn’t in the house up until that moment.

boston pizza

Thanks for telling me what to do with my leftover food. I wouldn’t have known otherwise.

I also abided by the instruction of eating the food within one to two days.  Obviously.  Why would I leave it for three days?  I don’t have that kind of willpower.  I didn’t bother to divide my food.  It wasn’t a large amount.  And I completely ignored the reheating instructions.  I ate that pizza burger cold.  Because I’m a rebel like that.

Things I definitely won’t be giving up for Lent

– Meat
– Carbs
– TV
– Facebook
– Twitter
– Blogging
– Texting
– Complaining
– Being sarcastic
– Procrastinating
– Overthinking
– Spending money
– Wasting time
– Making bad decisions

At least I know my limitations.

How I celebrate National Prime Rib Day

So if you have me on Twitter or Facebook, you’ll know that I sometimes update my status about various random national holidays.  Mostly food related ones.  Why?  Because I find them interesting and because I can.  There’s this great food blog that lists the national food days daily, as well as this website that has a list of the dates.  There are various other sources as well, but these two are the best.

Since I’ve been updating my status so much about these things, I thought, why not blog about them on occasion as well?  Because I find them interesting and because I can.  Why deprive my blog readers of knowing what national food holiday happens to be today and what I think of it and how I will acknowledge it?  That just doesn’t seem fair.  You have a right to know as well.

So today happens to be National Prime Rib Day.  It would be the perfect excuse to go out for a nice prime rib steak.  Not that you really need an excuse.  But I can’t really afford it, seeing as how I went and spent all my money on shoes.  So no prime rib for me.  Terribly sad, I know.

Prime rib with vegetables soup

But it’s okay.  There are ways around it.  I found a way that I can still celebrate National Prime Rib Day.  With Campbell’s Chunky soup.  The prime rib one.  Okay, so I’m not that poor that I need to eat soup every meal, but I think this is a nice way to compromise.  Besides, I like Campbell’s Chunky soup.  I feel like football player when I eat it.  Though I have to argue that it doesn’t exactly eat like a meal, as I can eat the whole can and still be hungry.  So really those commercials with the football players are false advertising.

But yes.  That’s how I’m celebrating.  Maybe I’ll go out for a prime rib steak dinner another time, after I’ve paid off my Visa bill for shoes that I bought.  Don’t get me wrong, I would never starve just so I could buy shoes.  I’m not one of those people.  I love food too much.  I just don’t need to eat fancy meals all the time.  I was going to say I’m a struggling student, but I’m not.  I’ve graduated.  Really I’m just a struggling person.  And not just financially speaking.  I tend to struggle with life in general.  But then, who doesn’t?

Soup that eats like a meal?

Don’t forget to vote for my red rain boots photo in the Army & Navy Shoe Sale contest!

Click here to vote —–>  http://bit.ly/IV0NGi

If I win, I promise you an epic blog post about the shoe sale!

I love shoes

My simple, brown, low heeled shoes

So the Army & Navy Shoe Sale starts next Wednesday.  I didn’t realize it was so soon.  For some reason I thought it was in May, and then was pleasantly surprised when I realized it was early than I expected.  And then my mind started racing and trying to mentally prepare myself for what is to come.

These might be the only things I own that are plaid

I read a blog post where the writer said he at first thought that the term “legendary” was an exaggeration, and then realized how big a deal it actually was.  Legendary, that makes me thing of Barney on How I Met Your Mother.  I’ll admit that years ago, I would have thought the same thing.  And I would have laughed at those women who were obsessing over a shoe sale.  If you think about it, it does sound ridiculous.  Should I be ashamed right now?  Now that I’m one of them?

I love a good pair of high tops, even if they're pink

I first discovered this legendary event two years ago.  I went to the location downtown on 36 West Cordova Street.  But I didn’t go on the first day.  It goes on for several days, and they receive new stock every day.  There are plenty of shoes to go around.  So I never understood why people went crazy and HAD to be there first thing in the morning on the first day of the event.  I heard there was a woman who would have her personal assistant line up for her at 4:30 am, just so she could be the first one through the doors when they opened at 8:00 am.  That’s insane!  4:30??  I may love shoes, but that’s not something I’m willing to do.  And even if I had a personal assistant, I wouldn’t make her do it either.  Although I’m guessing she pays her personal assistant good money with demands like that.  Now I kind of wish I was her personal assistant…

These metallic heels were so comfortable I bought them in black as well

So yes, I went two years ago, and then again last year.  So the 63rd annual Army & Navy shoe sale will be my third.  Third time’s a charm, right?  I will admit that I can’t even remember how many shoes I bought each time.  And I may not have gone on the first day, but I did go multiple times.  Three times the first year, I think?  And twice the second?  Not 100% sure.  But I remember going with my friend the first time, and she was done and ready to go after finding one pair of shoes.  Yeah.  One.  Pair.  Of shoes.  Yeah, I don’t get it either.  And then I felt guilty for making her wait while I scrambled to find pairs and then spent forever deciding which ones to buy.  Cause no one wants to be that person who makes someone else wait.  So I learned my lesson.  My next trip there, I went alone.  And I had all the time I needed.  Some things you just have to do alone.  Can’t have anyone holding you back when you’re shoe shopping.

Can't go wrong with a pair of black sandals you can easily slip into

Last year, one thing I recall, as I was looking through the size 8 section, was a woman who came up to me with a pair of shoes and said “Can you try these on for me?”.  Because she wanted them for her daughter, who was also a size 8, and wanted to make sure they would be a good fit.  So I did, because I’m a nice person.  And they were a good fit.  They were comfortable and I told her so and she thanked me and took the shoes.  And then I thought, they were nice, and they fit well, now I want them…  I should have just told her they were terrible so that she would leave them behind.  Damn.

I think these are only pair of rain boots I've ever owned

Some people get VIP access to the shoe sale.  I’m not exactly sure what that entails, but I think you get to skip the line and then you have a personal shopper holding your shopping baskets for you?  Or something?  I don’t know.  But whatever it is, I want it.  They have contests on the radio, but I haven’t heard how to win those or when to call in.  I think I’m always listening at the wrong time.  But then I discovered that there’s a Facebook contest. Which is so more my style.  And so naturally, I entered.  I used a picture of my red rain boots that was taken the first time I wore them at SlutWalk Vancouver last year.

I even bought some running shoes for the gym

I wish the contest was based on how many pictures of shoes you bought you posted.  Cause I could definitely win that.  But it’s based on amount of votes, as these things usually are.  This is the link, if you want to see the picture and maybe cast a vote to get me one step closer to the sale.  Not only do you get VIP access, but you get a gift card to spend towards your purchases.  What’s better than shoes that are on sale?  Shoes that are free!  How great would that be?

They also have foot lotion & foot spray

So now I wait, and see if I can possibly win anything.  I wasn’t even sure if I was going to go on the first day or not, seeing as it will likely be complete chaos, and I don’t exactly do well with crowds, especially crazed, shoe obsessed crowds.  But I happen to have next Wednesday off.  And so I can go down there pretty much whenever I want.  4:30 am is out of the question.  Do I want to be there at 8:00 am?  Maybe.  Does VIP access include body guards?  That would helpful, I’m sure.  I need to decide what shoes to wear to the sale.  They’ll have to be comfortable, as I make my way through the crowds.  And not too fancy.  Don’t want someone to pick them up and try to buy them by mistake.

Me at the shoe sale 2 years ago, trying to make a decision

My thought process on the bus this morning

Do you ever arrive at a particular thought and then retrace how you got to it?  Cause I do that all the time.  And I think about the most random things while passing time riding the bus.  Here’s part of what my thought process was like this morning…

“I’m sitting on the bus.  It’s pretty empty today.  That’s good.  There could be a murderer on this bus and I wouldn’t know it, ready to take someone hostage.

That episode of Touch where he’s on the bus and that girl pulls a gun on him because she wants to kill that guy who killed her father and her brother.  But he stops her and she ends up in the hospital and she finds out her brother’s still alive.  And he needs a bone marrow transplant so she donates hers.  Lucky she found him, because he had no one else available who was a match.

That episode of American Dad where Haley needs a kidney transplant.  But then her dad might not really be her dad because her mom slept with another guy before the wedding so he might not be a match.  Her kidneys are failing because of too much drinking.  She was having drinks with her mom and her mom’s friend and her mom told her to sit the last one out but she drank it anyway because she didn’t want to be considered a light weight.

Some people remember every drink they had the night before and keep a list.  Like that guy on that episode of Dragons’ Den who developed that drink called last call that you take before you go to bed after a night of drinking so you don’t get a hangover.  He wrote a list of all the drinks he had the night before on his arm.  He had an actual flair bartender there helping him with his pitch.  It’s good to know people.

That episode of Beauty and the Geek where the geeks had to do flair bartending.  One guy had the accuracy and the technique down well, but the other guy was just more fun with it.  The guy who was more skilled got upset when he didn’t win.  But the other guy was funnier, and people would appreciate that more.

I would suck at flair bartending.  Or bartending in general.

There should be flair cashiering.  Why hasn’t anyone thought of that before?  You know, toss the stapler, spin around, twirl some pens.  I’m going to update my facebook status and tweet about that right now.

How did I end up thinking about this?  I’m going to retrace my thoughts.

(retracing thoughts)

Oh right, there could be a murderer on this bus.

I should blog about this tonight.”

I could totally do some flair cashiering by juggling these items during a transaction