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Jan. 4th, 2011 | 09:28 pm

Forge Studio!

Yup, I opened my gym :D


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Sep. 19th, 2010 | 09:35 pm

I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch buuuuuuuuut looks like this week I'll be signing the lease on a pretty little spot on Gastown and opening my own personal training studio *eeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

Renovations, equipment, marketing...clients!!

Back to entrepreneurship which translates to "work never ends but rewards are many".

Wish me luck!

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Sep. 17th, 2010 | 09:12 am

How much do I love this photo? This Much <------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------>

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Sep. 2nd, 2010 | 10:24 pm

First: Shut up

Second: Where can I find a pair of these.....shorts? panties? in Vancouver?


A better picture:

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Travel Log - Okanagan with BCFFC

Jul. 26th, 2010 | 04:03 pm

Day 1: coffee maker broke. Yes, it's that serious.Luckily the camp has a 100+ cup urn and a volunteer that makes coffee every morning at 7:30am <3

Day 2: Brandon's having a blast, comes home tired, despite this I'm still the one who's the most excited to be here!

Day 3: Happy to find Philip's beer in Vernon, we came in to pick up pizza for dinner, roughing it :D Every night we have a moniteur over for dinner.

Day 4: Went to Enderby to tube down the river. Saw wren's, eagles and I fell in love with the pasttime. Bad accident in Armstrong on the way back :(

Day 5: Canoed across the lake, sat under an eagle, back to camp in time to light the fire and invite the neighbours over. Best neighbours ever, a mom and 6 teenage girls!

Day 6: trying to learn the Djembe, I apparently have no rhythm, feel spastic, instead stare in wonder and groove to the beat others are playing.

Day 7: Cried. I don't want to leave.
Drove Pemberton/Hope back home, I LOVE this route. Stopped in Keremeos for dinner, watched the sun set in Hedley, everything was golden. Skinny dipped outside Manning Park. Saw a man pray to Allah on the side of the road. Osprey catch a fish. Made a promise to drive up to Bromley Rock soon to jump off it.


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Need Curry Help

Jun. 15th, 2010 | 10:21 pm

Ok, I made a butter chicken and didn't really like how it turned out so I'm hoping those of you who make it might tell me how to better my recipe.

Here's the ingredients I used:
15 green cardamom pods
2 tsp curry powder*
1 tbsp Patak's mild curry paste
1 tsp cayenne powder
2 tsp tikka masala (should I be using tandoori?)
1 tsp garam masala*
1 can coconut milk
1 cup plain yogurt
1 5.5 fl oz can of tomato paste
Salt to taste

*I'm thinking it might be using the generic "curry powder" and garam masala that's making the biggest difference.

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Good Morning!

Apr. 14th, 2010 | 10:06 am

One 9 year old boy in a pink shirt getting ready for school distracted by annoying cat and mom with a camera.

We've got a smooth morning routine here at la casa which is a minor miracle with only one bathroom, mainly by my sacrifice. I bathe in the evening so that the boys get free reign in the morning.

I wish my house allowed for more sunlight. *sigh*

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High School Grief

Mar. 31st, 2010 | 10:56 am

Last night I emptied out my boxes of unsorted photographs and flipped through the few albums that I have, for one reason or another, decided to keep.

Let me give you some back story first:
I have an excellent lack of memory. What I mean by that is that early on in my life I harnessed my ability to repress memories to avoid that stabbing pain feeling one gets in their chest from remembering traumatic experiences. I was able to utilize this protective mechanism so well that to this day I only remember snatches of life before I was 9 and my teens are really a patchwork quilt at best.

Looking through these photographs I was struck by the faces I remembered but who's names I utterly, completely forgot.

I was also overcome with shame, with guilt, with hurt and with sadness.

I do not have a favourable impression of my time spent in school and I acknowledge that it was mostly due to my own faults.
I was a hurt, scared and lonely child and I lashed out at the world hurting and scaring the people that crossed my path in turn.

Now that I'm older, wiser and have dealt with the biggest of my demons I would prefer to pretend that my past just plain DOES NOT EXIST. Hard to do with a truckload of photos proving otherwise.

This was good though, cathartic, I found photos of people I am proud to have called my friends, good people, people I wish I still knew. I found photos of fun times. I found photos proving that those years weren't all fire and brimstone but had points worth remembering. Worth keeping as part of myself.

I have since decided to continue seeking out and apologizing to the people I feel I wronged and also to seek out the people I assumed didn't/don't like me and engage them anyway, because maybe they do and it was always just me being too scared to ask.

It does seem a bit silly to be 32 and still licking wounds from Grade 12 but there you have it.

- My High School Graduation -

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Jan. 31st, 2010 | 02:50 pm
location: the downstairs office
I feel:: gratefulgrateful
I hear:: Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe

Sunday's are usually my emo days.
Brandon has a standing date to sleep-over at his Grammy's every Saturday night, I like to take advantage of the kid-free opportunity, therefore Sunday's I'm sleep-deprived and usually hung-over.

Today is no exception so I devised a little self-help tactic to make sure I'm not wasting the day, I do something for my family and I muse on all the ways they love me and I love them back. I take note of all the things I am grateful for and then I cook something because, this is going to sound super hippie, I really believe that you're feelings get mixed into the meal you create.

Today it's curried cauliflower soup, yummm!

I'm typing this as the soup simmers and Brandon and Paul are tearing around the house playing Nerf Dart Tag.

Paul is a great father. He is a great husband.
Brandon is a great kid.
I have a great home.
I have great friends.

I don't ever want to take this for granted.

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Jan. 24th, 2010 | 11:53 am

"I tell people that if it's in the news, don't worry about it.
The very definition of 'news' is 'something that hardly ever happens,'" writes security expert Bruce Schneier.
"It's when something isn't in the news, when it's so common that it's no longer news-car crashes, domestic violence-that you should start worrying."

- The Unthinkable by Amanda Ripley

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