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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
My new BFF
In between working hard at school and planning our wedding, I make stuff like this for shits and giggles:
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thoughts
I remember back when I first met Luc, and I asked my roommates, "how do you know when you're in love?" (gag...so cliche, tell me about it..) and they both said, "honestly....you just know."
Will it be like that for finding a wedding dress as well? Not to equate finding the love of your life to choosing a garment....but the dress is pretty darn special!
Will it be like that for finding a wedding dress as well? Not to equate finding the love of your life to choosing a garment....but the dress is pretty darn special!
Friday, November 20, 2009
A letter from "the fiance"
I just received an email from Luc. He's fairly disconcerted with my treatment of our son (pet fish) on my blog and wanted to tell me that he was posting this in my comments section....but I thought it was too funny for just the comments and decided to post it front and centre for all to see!
I would like to say a few words about our fish Hansel who has been frequently referred to as "the fish" on your blog. Umm… yeah, what’s up with that? I don’t call you “the human.” Where is the love? He is small and scared and needs attention. His life hasn't exactly been easy since his brother committed suicide by eating himself to death... by which I do not mean overeating but actually eating 1/3 of his body in one night… which was impressive as he was so small and never had much of an appetite… but that’s not the point! He may be a fish, but he’s our fish and he’s a part of our family dammit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get home to feed Hansel and “the human.”
I would like to say a few words about our fish Hansel who has been frequently referred to as "the fish" on your blog. Umm… yeah, what’s up with that? I don’t call you “the human.” Where is the love? He is small and scared and needs attention. His life hasn't exactly been easy since his brother committed suicide by eating himself to death... by which I do not mean overeating but actually eating 1/3 of his body in one night… which was impressive as he was so small and never had much of an appetite… but that’s not the point! He may be a fish, but he’s our fish and he’s a part of our family dammit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get home to feed Hansel and “the human.”
Love you blog Kristen,
Luc
Small Victories
I feel like I haven't had as many crazy adventures lately. Not adventures, per se, but weird things that happen to me that make life feel like an adventure. Lately it's been all about the small things. Little sprinklings of good fortune that keep life fun and interesting. Here are some of my recent triumphs:
-A book that I needed for a paper was already out from the library and wasn't due back until January 4th, 2010. However, after putting a hold on it for when it returns, the previous borrower brought it back! I wish I could thank them!
-I left my beautiful, oversized, red and white golf umbrella at Starbucks this afternoon. About ten minutes after I realized my mistake, I ran back....and it was still there! On a rainy day in Vancouver, nonetheless....THAT, my friends, is a miracle.
-Last night I ran out the front doors of the school into the pouring rain, missing my bus by a split second. Missing my bus that closely, that late at night means waiting at least twenty more minutes. But before I even had time to feel sorry for myself, another #16 rolled right up!
-And the last little victory I will divulge before I delve back into my school work......is this:
See that little sliver of sunshine? In November, in Vancouver, that is the ultimate victory of victories. And man, am I looking forward to it....
-A book that I needed for a paper was already out from the library and wasn't due back until January 4th, 2010. However, after putting a hold on it for when it returns, the previous borrower brought it back! I wish I could thank them!
-I left my beautiful, oversized, red and white golf umbrella at Starbucks this afternoon. About ten minutes after I realized my mistake, I ran back....and it was still there! On a rainy day in Vancouver, nonetheless....THAT, my friends, is a miracle.
-Last night I ran out the front doors of the school into the pouring rain, missing my bus by a split second. Missing my bus that closely, that late at night means waiting at least twenty more minutes. But before I even had time to feel sorry for myself, another #16 rolled right up!
-And the last little victory I will divulge before I delve back into my school work......is this:
See that little sliver of sunshine? In November, in Vancouver, that is the ultimate victory of victories. And man, am I looking forward to it....
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Kitties are people too, you know!
We had an interesting discussion in editing class this morning regarding the use of "who" and "which" when referring to animals. Many people believe that language shapes culture; especially when a language labels nouns as being male or female. The same can be said for choice of pronouns.
If we say, "the four kittens, which had always lived together, went to different homes," the kittens are seen as objects. The argument is that if we treat them as objects in language, our culture will reflect that treatment. Giving animals a personal pronoun will give them more rights and respect in the real world. So, if we say, "the four kittens, who had always lived together, went to different homes," they are treated more like people, and this will be reflected in our culture with a more humane treatment of animals.
What do you think? Does language shape culture?
If we say, "the four kittens, which had always lived together, went to different homes," the kittens are seen as objects. The argument is that if we treat them as objects in language, our culture will reflect that treatment. Giving animals a personal pronoun will give them more rights and respect in the real world. So, if we say, "the four kittens, who had always lived together, went to different homes," they are treated more like people, and this will be reflected in our culture with a more humane treatment of animals.
What do you think? Does language shape culture?
Friday, November 13, 2009
On my list of things I will NEVER do again
#1: Get my hair done at training salon.
How was the hair appointment at the training salon, you ask? Well....for starters, I'm blond. No, that isn't what I went for. I asked them to "add some dimension" to my mousy brown hair with light brown highlights so I don't look so bland. I specifically told them that I didn't want blond, even after the girl made me look through 2 magazines to find the "right blond". We even agreed on a picture of Penelope Cruz's dark hair with a few wispy highlights. I kept telling her, "no, I don't want blond, and I don't want my hair to look much lighter overall, just some brown that's lighter than what I already have." All I wanted was to add a second tone of brown.....BROWN. B-R-O-W-N!!!!!! And they seemed to get it, the instructor even said, "I know right, people ask for highlights and then they don't get highlights, the base colour of their hair is completely changed to look way lighter....they go WAY too light and put in WAY too many foils." So I thought to myself, good, she understands.
It wasn't until I noticed how many foils the girl was putting in my hair that I realized it wasn't going to end well. The worst part though was when they came to check on me after the foils had sat in my hair for 10 minutes.
Instructor: "Ohhh...holy crap....uhhhhh....your hair lifts REALLY fast."
Trainee: "Ohhhh......."
Instructor: "Uhhh....."
AWKWARD SILENCE and LOOK OF TERROR ON MY FACE
Instructor: "OK...take her out from under the dryer and let her cool for 10 minutes then rinse....."
At this point I knew that it had gone terribly wrong. When I saw myself in the mirror though, it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. And then I arrived home, with dry hair and proper lighting...and there it was: Blond Kristen. They did EXACTLY what I didn't want and exactly what they said they wouldn't do: WAYYYY too many foils and WAYYYY too light. I am steaming mad. I spent so long growing out my hair with its natural colour, I go in for some "dimension", some "light brown accents", some NOT BLOND....and what the hell happens?
All I can say is....at least I did this 10 months prior to my wedding and not 10 days. Screw budgeting, I'm going back to my regular guy, even if I have to eat Mr. Noodles for a month.
How was the hair appointment at the training salon, you ask? Well....for starters, I'm blond. No, that isn't what I went for. I asked them to "add some dimension" to my mousy brown hair with light brown highlights so I don't look so bland. I specifically told them that I didn't want blond, even after the girl made me look through 2 magazines to find the "right blond". We even agreed on a picture of Penelope Cruz's dark hair with a few wispy highlights. I kept telling her, "no, I don't want blond, and I don't want my hair to look much lighter overall, just some brown that's lighter than what I already have." All I wanted was to add a second tone of brown.....BROWN. B-R-O-W-N!!!!!! And they seemed to get it, the instructor even said, "I know right, people ask for highlights and then they don't get highlights, the base colour of their hair is completely changed to look way lighter....they go WAY too light and put in WAY too many foils." So I thought to myself, good, she understands.
It wasn't until I noticed how many foils the girl was putting in my hair that I realized it wasn't going to end well. The worst part though was when they came to check on me after the foils had sat in my hair for 10 minutes.
Instructor: "Ohhh...holy crap....uhhhhh....your hair lifts REALLY fast."
Trainee: "Ohhhh......."
Instructor: "Uhhh....."
AWKWARD SILENCE and LOOK OF TERROR ON MY FACE
Instructor: "OK...take her out from under the dryer and let her cool for 10 minutes then rinse....."
At this point I knew that it had gone terribly wrong. When I saw myself in the mirror though, it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. And then I arrived home, with dry hair and proper lighting...and there it was: Blond Kristen. They did EXACTLY what I didn't want and exactly what they said they wouldn't do: WAYYYY too many foils and WAYYYY too light. I am steaming mad. I spent so long growing out my hair with its natural colour, I go in for some "dimension", some "light brown accents", some NOT BLOND....and what the hell happens?
All I can say is....at least I did this 10 months prior to my wedding and not 10 days. Screw budgeting, I'm going back to my regular guy, even if I have to eat Mr. Noodles for a month.
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