The Secret

My boyfriend and I got into a screaming match yesterday.  I’ll spare the gory details but I can understand, stagnation is the kiss of death, and whining gets you nowhere. 

So I laid in bed listening to the stupid Secret, and I said what the hell and threw and idea out to the universe.

When I woke up, instead of wanting to get high and bitch on msn, I felt like making breakfast… (this never happens, homestyle for me is dragging myself for greasy spoon bennies at the mall).

Change Your Life French Toast

• 3 large eggs
• 1 cup whole milk
• 1 tablespoon sugar
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• pinch of nutmeg
• oil for frying (the recipe calls for canola but i did olive (more fat = more deliciousness)
• day old bread
• maple syrup (for serving)

Break the eggs into wide shallow bowl, add milk, sugar, vanilla, salt and nutmeg…whisk  Finish with usual french toast tradition. 

-Molly Wizenberg (A homemade Life)

Note – She’s right about the oil, not a glob but coat the bottom of the pan.

They came out more miraculous than expected.  The oil made the bottom flaky and crisp but the heat turned my bread into custard.  I impressed a French Canadian with my pain golden, it was the most wonderful moment in my cooking life. 

I couldn’t help but think…I made this.  I followed a recipe and I got a result.  This was no ordinary French Toast.  The woman that could make this French Toast should be able to do anything.  It was a weird sense of empowerment over this breakfast delight that caused these words to tumble out of my mouth…  “Would you be alright if I left for school?”

Once I said them I couldn’t take them back…I felt the molecules of the earth forming around the desire I had only spoken aloud a few hours earlier.  He hugged me and said he was proud and whatever it took he’d be there for me…more molecules shifting…he’s saved up half the money I need for the car that can bring me down on weekends and get me to school.  I get excited and check to ensure that YES the university in Kelowna offers the BA I want for January…this is almost too much.

If this works out, I could be moving in less than three months.

My next trial comes when I ask my best friend in Kelowna how she would feel about a roommate…

To Be Continued

MSPaint your troubles!

One of the things I hate most about Vancouver is the utter lack of courtesy on any system of transportation.  Not unique to a large Metropolis, I understand.  But there’s a difference between “overcrowding” and “evil.”

This is what happens at my bus stop every morning.  The “goodies” as seen on the left, wait patiently in a single file line in the direction that the bus is heading.   The “baddies” on the other hand, swarm around the pole on the opposite side so that they can merge in with the goodies effectively stealing their earned spot on the bus.  It’s a nightmare…

Yesterday, while still adjusting my eyes to the dismal greyness and crowds, I took my spot as a goodie and waited to get on the bus.  When I arrived near the step to enter the bus, a full grown man, someones father, someones role model took the chance (he was on the bad side) and even though we arrived at the same time, completely cut me off by stepping onto the bus at the same time.  Of course both of us couldn’t fit so I was forced to fall back into a puddle soaked with cigarette butts.  He didn’t even look back…

I cried the whole way to work…

Vancouver you suck…

Baddies you suck too, we were taught about line ups in Kindergarten.

Revamp, React, Read, Rebound…

I’ve decided to redo this blog rather than abandon it to the internet wayback.

I’ve read a million blogs and it seems to me the days of voyeuristic “what did she eat today?” are long gone.  Blogs need to be fresh, witty, and most of all have a consistent theme. 

I moved to Vancouver on February 5th, 2002 from Ontario.  Almost 8 years in this city and i’ve experienced almost all of its facets.  I’ve held court in it’s music scene, traipsed across suspension bridges with tourists, even gotten drunk off rye in the back pits of Surrey. 

The new logo of my website

So quite frankly…Vancouver Sucks.

There are so many things wrong I can’t even possibly fathom of covering in one post…it’ll take at least 364…the maximum amount of days i’ll be living here.

Frankly i’d love to be gone tomorrow…

But then what would I write about?

Vancouver Sucks – Another opinion

I’m not alone…

Craigslist is teeming with my like minded today…

http://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/van/rnr/1356627628.html

Our headline VS Their headline

Slain couple linked to drugs, organized crime

(CTV Vancouver)

“Homicide investigators say a young man and woman found dead days apart in Abbotsford were a couple, and heavily entrenched in organized crime.”

VS

TV star helps cops save dog

(Castanet.net)

“A frightened dog was saved from a dangerous situation by the host of a TV show about man’s best friend.”

Apologies

I promise I will work on this!

Have a LOT to write about!