Your Colon Posted by Sad Blogger , 28.3.10 at Sunday, March 28, 2010, in

Have you ever run the last leg of the relay?

If you have then you know it’s a stressful experience, because you either make it or break it. I mean, you’re either ahead and it’s up to you to hold the lead, or you’re behind and it’s up to you to make it up. Everyone else is done, so they’re just standing behind you relaxing and catching their breath while you give everything you’ve got to sprint for the finish line. And of course, because you’re last you’re dealing with a sweaty baton, a trampled path, and cold muscles.

It’s not easy.

Well, guess who’s running the last leg of the relay in your body? Guess who’s anchoring the team? Guess who’s picking up the slack? Guess who’s taking the baton for the final leg of race?

Dude, it’s your colon. Or Cole for short.

Now, Cole’s a humble guy. I mean, call him colon, call him large intestine, call him big snakey, call him whatever you want. He doesn’t care. He just shows up to work, all 1.5 meters of him, day after day, week after week, year after year. He punches his timeclock and starts working in the dark, tight recesses of your abdomen from the day you’re born, twisting himself up into all kinds of positions, kicking it into high gear from the get go.

Now, Cole does a lot of work:

1. He stores and dumps waste. This isn’t a pleasant job, but somebody’s got to do it. This man is the garbage man and the trash can, think about that. He doesn’t get one of the nicer jobs like looking at your food or tasting your food, no, he just stores and dumps it after everybody else has had their way with it. I mean, they’ve done such a number on it that it’s no longer food — it’s called chyme, a partially digested semifluid mass that probably smells like what would come out of a dog if you fed it raw pork, bleach, and hot sauce. Thankfully, Cole’s a real professional.

2. He gathers water from the waste. I know what you may be thinking. “Doesn’t my esophagus, stomach, and small intestine already do this?” And actually you’re right, that is true. But Cole picks up where they left off. Yes, he smiles backwards at the gang, flashes them a big thumbs-up, then quietly finishes the job when they aren’t looking. What a team player.

3. He absorbs vitamins. What, you thought he was just a chymebag? Just a water-sucker-upper? No man, he’s also rooting around for vitamins, too. He’s the guy at the dump with an eye on your discarded clothes and furniture, aiming to spot those hidden gems that are useful somewhere else. You know all this talk about reducing, reusing, and recycling? Cole’s been doing that for thousands of years. He practically invented it.

Now, Cole the Colon is a huge player in your body, but you’d never know that from talking to him. If you try he’ll ignore you and you’ll just hear the deep, quiet sound of chyme processing. And that’s sort of the point. He’s always there, always grinding, always working the gears, always helping the younger guys along, and most importantly, always getting the job done. And just try getting him to take a vacation!

So — this one’s for Cole. Pat yourself on the belly today and thank your colon for being a true servant leader, a humble team player, and a bona fide nice guy.

From my colon to yours,

- Sad Blogger

Praise Be To Slob Posted by Sad Blogger , 23.3.10 at Tuesday, March 23, 2010, in

There is every manner of man existing in the world today. There’s the gentleman, the jock, the scholar, the geek. But there is one man who appears within every culture and subclass. There is one species of male that every woman and in-law loves to hate. At the same time, he is also the most cherished and pre-eminent stereotype. He is the common slob. At first you may be wary of slipping into this lifestyle, but I assure you the benefits are well worth the few effortless changes required of you. You know your life would be vastly improved were you to eliminate all the time you spend tidying and organizing. You probably won’t miss the burden of decision-making and leadership either. Perhaps you are just ready to resign from the stress of maintaining a respectable reputation. As a lifelong slob, I guarantee this is the lifestyle for you. Simply put, the role of a slob will improve your quality of life and bring to your day-to-day routine a brand of happiness unlike any you’ve known.

The first and easiest step to becoming a slob is to shed that nasty habit of organization. If you usually keep your toothbrush in a rack or cup, try just leaving it on the edge of the sink. Instead of throwing your dirty clothes in a hamper, drape them over a chair. If you really want to go pro, just pile them in a writhing heap at the foot of your bed, or better yet, in the kitchen. You don’t want to go too crazy in the initial stages of your transformation. An irresponsible slob can easily eclipse himself and drift into Howard Hughes recluse territory. When starting out as a slob, simply try to ignore that tidy little angel on your shoulder. Knock over a waste bin or leave a dish unwashed, but remain in control. Eliminating these useless chores from your daily routine will provide you with the free time you’ve always longed for. You will finally be able to pursue such passions as staring emptily into space or drooling on the couch cushions.

You’ll then need to learn the art of indifference. This step requires a much larger commitment but once mastered is a key element of the slob’s arsenal. Every day your peers and associates look to you to make important decisions. It’s time to let go of that responsibility. Familiarize yourself with phrases such as “I don’t care” and “People don’t even know what an overseas logistics and exports analysis report is anyways”. When a colleague asks for your opinion on the latest terrorist bombings or the effects of natural disasters in tropical climates, modestly wave your hand and say: "Oh. Well it doesn't really matter, does it?". These blatant displays of unconcern will rapidly reduce your daily quota of critical decisions and overall level of stress. You will then be free to concern yourself with more important matters like which sauce you want with your chicken fingers. Chipotle barbecue? Sweet apple with plum? You could even go with the drool off the couch. It's your world!

Most importantly, you will need to sabotage your spotless reputation. You don’t want people insisting you host Scrabble night at your house. Perish the thought of your fiancée’s parents associating you with anything wholesome or good. A tainted reputation will afford you the freedom from your nagging in-laws you so desperately yearn for. This step requires constant vigilance though. When out with friends, subtly allow your caramel mochachino and that chipotle barbecue sauce to stain your clothing. If a lull comes over a conversation with your in-laws, let loose a blood-curdling belch. Belly-scratching and butt cleavage-exposing are also encouraged. If you can bear it, refrain from personal grooming too. Shaving, hand-washing, and toenail-clipping are a thing of the past. This is a new you, a new era! At this stage in your transformation you should be fully embracing the role. Without the need to impress or the perpetual stress of manners and social expectations, your self-esteem will be greatly bolstered. Free of these demands, you can now let your brain slowly turn to mush and live on in mindless bliss.

It’s plain to see the life of a slob is one to be envied. You’ve rid yourself of trivial chores and all those wasted hours spent cleaning and repositioning. You’ve completely abandoned that worried shell of yourself that would spend every day making other peoples’ decisions. You even managed to shed that old image that your peers held in such high regard. You're dressed in rags or not dressed at all, there is no pressure. Your teeth are running amok with coffee stains and your beard offers a delectable showcase of day-old crumbs and globules of ginger ale. Your boss doesn't even consider pestering you with his pesky odd jobs, he knows better. As the new slob you’ve become, you are now totally free. You can do as you like and like what you do. The best part is it hardly took any effort. Just three simple steps and you’re now a real man, an individual - a slob.

Your favorite slob,

- Sad Blogger

Day 6- Raining Cats and Dogs Posted by Happy Blogger , 11.3.10 at Thursday, March 11, 2010, in

The alarm went off at 6 am. The night before, we had chosen Jack's Mannequin 'Annie Use Your Telescope' to wake us up. It was nearly impossible to see anything, so I started tanking out random chords until the music stopped. I arose immediately and got ready, which was just as well, because it gave each of us our own time in the bathroom, so there would be no fighting. Everyone was asleep, so I did my best not to make noise. I tiptoed to my Gramma's room where I kept my stuff. I stuck my hand into my bag and pulled out whatever I could grab. I had to go wake up Lyssie- though that was nearly impossible. I sat there poking her for about a minute, and when that wasn't working, I pulled off the covers- that did it.






We quietly left the condo, and set out to Cypress. We had been there once before, so you could think we would rememeber where to go. Well, we just kept walking until we found some people in the Blue Olympic jackets who would be willing to point us in the direction of the Sea Bus. We got on the sea bus, and waited anxiously to get across. It was 7:42, and our bus to Cypress was leaving at 7:45. So, I sprinted to the bus stop, and got in line just in the nick of time.






The ride up was hot. We listened to music off the Glee soundtrack, and tried to pre-occupy ourselves with conversation.






Getting off the bus was easy. Though, the location of the slolum was a little bit different, it wasn't too bad. We had to climb atleast 500 stairs to get to our seats- but no biggie. By this time, we were 1 1/2 hours early for the event. It was spitting rain, so I pulled out the 'poncho's' my Gramma had bought for us. As I took them out of their case, it turns out they were little colourful bags. We giggled at the thought of my Gramma's purchase- but they did come into some use. We sat on them, attempting to keep our seats dry.


At the beginning of each event, they had these little videos about each of the mascots. My favorite would be MukMuk, though it appears that he was left out for most of the time. They showed how Miga went from being an Orca to being an Orca bear, and how Sumi can fly, and MukMuk is a secret stalker-fan who follows Quatchi to the Olympics. Though they played this at every event, I found myself amused every single time.


The event had now started, and so did the rain. At first, the rain was tolerable, but an hour or so, it just keep seeping its way through your clothes. About an hour in, the wind started up, which made the rain even colder. By this point, I could no longer move my fingers, and trying to keep yourself dry was completely useless. Even though it was raining cats and dogs, whenever Canada made its way down the hill, I always managed to stand up and cheer. I remember, they have these huge TV's set up, so you can see what the camera's are filming. In one of the shots, I remember seeing what looked like my Canada flag (though, how was I to be sure, there were over a billion there?) But when the flag flew up and became tangled, and I new it was my flag on the screen! So, remember kids, that I was the person with the tangled flag in the left hand corner of the slolum event for about 2 seconds. Yay me.


At 11:00, they took a break, and wouldn't be back until 12:15 for the finals. Up on Cypress, they didn't have any shelter up there. Walking was slightly painful, because I'm pretty sure the muscles in my legs had seized up. My boots were completely drenched, and whenever I would walk, I could feel the water sloshing around in the bottom. Twas a weird feeling. We just kept following the crowd, and wound up leaving the event early. We walked painfully slowly back to the bus, but when we finally sat down in the toasty warm bus. Although I do regret leaving early, I think it was for the better.


We got back to the condo to find everyone up and gathered in the living room. Lyssie and I were completely exhausted, and I felt like a blob, as my pants had gained 15 pound of water. We got changed as soon as we got in there. It was such a relief to be wearing dry pants.


---SORRY, IT APPEARS WE ARE HAVING SOME TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES---
It appears that the rest of this day has been completely erased from my memory.


Until I remember the rest,


Happy Blogger

Day 5- Wait- What Happened Today? Posted by Happy Blogger , 10.3.10 at Wednesday, March 10, 2010, in

As I search through my memories, I find it incredibly sad that I remember the first couple of days more than the last few. You would think it would be the opposite?


Wednesday morning. I can only assume I woke up, had some OJ, sat with my aunt and my gramma, waiting for the sleepy heads to arise. I think this morning, I attempted to do some homework. I started a unit in social- Development of Nationalism. The first few pages were a debriefing of the French Revolution. 1789 was not a good year for France. I only made a tiny progression- but hey, atleast I tried.


We walked down Robson- searching for a Japadog. We found a Japadog, it just wasn't running, but there were 'Beard Papa's' right beside it. A Beard Papa is a huge cream puff. I'm not to partial of cream puffs- but I might add- these were simply delicious.


Later in the day, we were expecting another family to come stay with us, so when my uncle went down stairs to bring up some company-I could have only assumed that those were the people to first grace us with their presence. But no. My 23 year old cousin and his 2 friends showed up at our doors. It was kind of amusing hearing them talk about their drive. Apparently, at 9pm the night before, they decided to drive out to Vancouver. So, they set off in a little car, drove all the way from Calgary in the middle of the night, ended up pulling over in a Rona parking lot, slept, and found their way to the apartment within one night. So we sat down and visited with them for a while, and only about an hour later, the family that had planned to stay with us arrived. Their 5 year old daughter was with them, and had lost the majority of her front teeth since I had last seen her. I asked her if the tooth fairy had come- and she replied "What tooth fairy"- oops.


By mid afternoon, everyone had vacated out of the house. The boys going to look for some tickets, Gramma and company left for figure skating, and I believe my aunt and uncle went to a hockey game.


Now, what were we going to do in the mean time?


Well, I can't honestly remember what we did. I think we went out, came back, and then went to our dinner reservations at a japanese restaurant called "Miku" for 8:30. We were a little bit earlier then everyone else, so we sipped on our green tea- and managed to go to the bathroom 3 times before they arrived. We also ordered a Shirley Temple- but a real one. Apparently it is supposed to have pineapple juice, but most places don't make it like that. Before today, I had really never eaten much japanese food- so I was really happy when my uncle ordered for me. He ordered a few things of sushi,tofu, and a HUGE plate of various raw fish. That night, I tried some more tofu, raw salmon and raw tuna! I was rather proud of myself.


Once back in the condo, we sat down and watched Muriels Wedding. Now, if you haven't seen it, you simply must. It's not a very good story, and the plot is somewhat depressing, but somehow, it is one of my favorite movies. My personal favorite quotes ever: 'You're terrible, Muriel' , 'Deidre!' , 'My life is better than an ABBA song!'.


You know in hotels when you need a key to go up and down the elevator- well it was the same in this condo, except you had a FOB which allowed you access. So, just after midnight, we had to go down an retrieve the boys. We had a set curfew, because we knew we had to be up early the next morning. When everyone was finally settled in the condo, we had to find room for everyone to sleep, as there wasn't much sleeping space. So basically, this was the layout of the living room. Lyssie and I blow up mattress on the floor, 2 of them in a pull out bed, and the other on the couch. Not to mention 4 other people split between 2 rooms.


'Twas a full house.


-Happy Blogger

Day 4- The Busiest Day. Posted by Happy Blogger , 8.3.10 at Monday, March 08, 2010, in

It's now tuesday in Vancouver, and the day ahead is going to be very eventful. We set off to curling in a taxi, and began to make our way to the arena. On the way, we were stopped by this guy trying to sell us some stuff. At first, I was slightly reluctant, and it would have been my instict just to turn them down, but the items that they were selling seemed to be so convienient! They were lanyard's that were decorated with either Vancouver 2010 or all the flags of the countries that competed in the Olympics, and had a little plastic cover in which you could put your tickets in- very convienient, so you aren't searching for your ticket going to the events. I paid for 5 of them and distributed them to my family. They were 10 dollars each, which seemed kind of pricey- but hey, when was I ever going to get an oppurtunity to buy these again?


Personally, I didn't think curling was going to the that exciting. Growing up, my mother would always watch curling, and would often change the channel to check the score. I never really understood the game, but we had the tickets, and had nothing better to do that morning.


The arena was surprisingly cold, but I couldn't do anything about that then. The matches started, and it was hard to focus on a certain match. I would try to focus in on the Canada vs. Great Britain game, but they were on the furthest side from me, which only made it more difficult. By the 8th round, things began to get really tense. I was actually following the games, and cheering on our womens team.


In the midst of everyone cheering on Canada, there was a guy in front of me, who would turn around in my moment of Canadian pride and would 'shush' me. I would understand if I was the only one cherring loudly, and I was being distracting to the athletes, but the entire place was screaming for Canada, and honestly, how much would change from shutting me up? ( I am very loud, and I know that- but still). Pfft. Grumpy old man.


It was a tense game between Canada and Great Britain, but Canada pulled through.


After curling, we met up with my cousin and went out for lunch. We ate at Urban Fare- which is similar to Sunterra- an expensive 'better' super market. But none-the-less, they served up a mean hamburger. Just minutes after lunch, we were back on the road again, going to meet my cousins boyfriend, who was to meet us to go to the Canada vs. Germany hockey game. Getting off the train was hectic. There were guys at the bottom of the escalators who were practically begging for tickets to see the game. We moved slowly through the large crowd- I had to force myself NOT to moo. Once in the arena, we sat down, and had great seats, about 20 up, and had a clear view of Luongo in goal. I had never been to a hockey game before- and the huge hype of the Canadian hockey team was immense- probably one of the best games to see for your first time, eh? There were points when the pucks were moving so fast, that it would take me 20 seconds to realize that they even got a goal. (Talk about slow, an entire arena is screaming, and you still don't clue in-). Anywho, Canada kicked Germany's butt, and they made it into the quarter finals. Go Canada.


Proceeding the game, we quickly ran over to BC place, where they were holding a 'Victory Ceremony'. We were on the 4th level, and had seats SS. 'A' was closer to the stage- so you do the math to how far we were up. I can't say I remember all the medals that were awarded that night, I just know that I was there to see Ashleigh McIvor get her gold. Following the awards ceremony, Billy Talent played. They took down these 'sheets' that were covering their stage, and started off their show with lazers shooting off the stage. I reacted with a squeal, and everyone else cheered.


Devil in a midnight mass... I remember liking Billy Talent a few years ago...the guitarist hasn't changed his hair at all...Silent night for the rest of my life....


We didn't stay for the whole show, because it was getting late, and we were growing tired. On the way out, my cousin met up with some of her friends that she goes to university with. Ofcourse, we were to awkward to go introduce ourselves, instead we pre-occupied ourselves with a game...


Imaginary Corners! I wasn't paying attention, and Slyssie ran into me screaming CORNERS! I nearly fell over- 'That must have been 10 points!' she told me. 'Yeah, well, if I can knock you to the ground, I get 20!'. (When I play games, I get really into it, and often times it becomes physical. Ie. In dance, we play musical chairs, and I have honestly thrown my sister off the chair on to the ground- you see- into it). In all my excitment, I backed up a little bit, and took a run at her. Did I notice she wasn't paying attention? Ofcourse not! So there she goes, flying to the ground, knocking her glasses off. (Oops, my bad).


I felt slightly embarassed, but not as much as she was. I've vowed to NEVER play that game again- or atleast not with her.


We took the bus home, read about some religion in a little panflet someone handed me. I thought it was funny and planned on keeping it- but I was forced to recycle it. Oh well.


Like every other night so far, got into PJ's and watched Glee.


What? I like repetition, okay?
-Happy Blogger

Day 3- Stanley Park and the Men's Aerials Posted by Happy Blogger , 3.3.10 at Wednesday, March 03, 2010, in

Yet another beautiful morning in the city of Vancouver. I was awoken by the sounds of some trucks picking up the garbage- beautiful way to wake up by the way- and sat down at the table with a muffin and OJ. My aunt and uncle had gone out for a few moments earlier that morning on some business, but when they came back at 10 am, they urged us to get ready and come down stairs as soon as possible. So I ran and put on any thing I could grab, and headed downstairs. 'You might want to get your camera's out, girls' my aunt told us. Oooo what could it be...? I looked around and couldn't understand what I was supposed to be looking for, though it was parked right in front of me; A glorious white-stretch limo. 'We have a limo for a couple of hours- so let's go for a tour through Stanley Park!' Great. I'm going into a strecth limo, and the clothes I put on was a pair of nearly wrecked sweatpants and a black sweater! Anywho, we got in the limo, took a few pictures of everyone in the limo, and began to drive through Stanley Park.






Our limo driver was super nice. She would explain a little bit of history of Vancouver, and certain tourist attractions we were driving past. We saw the 5 rings from behind, a canon where a gun shot would be going off everynight at 9, a mermaid in the water, and various destruction in the trees. ( I can't really remember what happened to the trees- but it looked devestating). We pulled up near Ferguson's point, and had lunch at the Tea place up there.






The restaurant appeared pristine and fancy- Great- not only did I look crappy in the limo, but now I look even worse in the restaurant. I ordered fish n' chips. You could tell the fish was freshly battered and cooked, and the fries were tiny but delicious. Whilst looking at the dessert menus, I saw a dessert I had never heard of before : Poached Pear Claufoutis (pronounced Claa*foo*tee not Claa*fow*tiss). Though the name seemed interesting enough to order, I went with the chocolate molten lava cake. Twas delicious.






Back in the limo- and back to the condo. I met up with my older cousin ( who was running very late might I add) and took a cab to Lonsdale Quay. From there we boarded a bus that took us up to Cypress. After a 25 minute cab-a 40 minute bus ride- we had to walk another half hour to get to security. On the way, we noticed that the person walking in front of us might have competed in womens mogales. Apparently we weren't the only people that had noticed, and people started to take pictures of and with her, and showed the wave of people her medal. She was very sincere, and told the crowd of people to cheer on her brother, who would be competing in men's aerials.






My cousin was stopped at security. You see, I could carry in my avian bottled water, but she wasn't allowed to bring in her own water bottle. Security escorted her outside and watched her as she dumped the contents. The whole time she was muttering 'You wanna taste it? It's WATER!'...'I know it's not you, it's the System...stupid system'.






On the way to the stands, we got pictures with Quatchi and Miga, and some random dude with a top hat who was a one man show trapped in a curtain. We found our seats (PING PONG PING) and was rudely told by the guy behind us that we were in his seats, and that if people came to take their seats, we would have to move. We didn't talk back, though tempting as it was, and watched him as he walked (humiliated) to the section over where his seats.






The event commenced. The jumps were so cool, and everyone there could flip with ease and make it look effortless. I felt bad for the guys who could fall or wipe out- especially this one guy who caught his toe edge, and went face first right into the snow- ouch!


We walked, we talked, we took a sea bus, and on the way home, picked up a pint of ice cream each. We walked along the waterfront, got a picture of the flame, with the flame, of the golden rings, with the golden rings, and headed back to the condo. We watched some glee, ate ALL the ice cream and went to bed.


...we really shouldn't have eaten all that ice cream....


-Happy Blogger

Day 2- Richmond Oval Posted by Happy Blogger , 2.3.10 at Tuesday, March 02, 2010, in

What a beautiful morning in Vancouver! We could kept the windows open all night, and there was a fresh sea breeze. It was 8 am and everyone in Vancouver was awake except for my cousin; you see, we are complete opposites. She wants to stay up, I want to go to bed, I wake up early, she sleeps in- you get the picture? Anywho, my Gramma and my aunt were up and sitting at the table drinking some coffee, I joined them for a glass of orange juice and a muffin, and waited for sleepy-pants on the mattress to wake up.


When everything finally got into motion, we prepared to head to Richmond Oval for long track speed skating. Traffic was crazy throughout the Olympics, so we practically walked everywhere. So we headed to the train station, went to Aberdeen, and made our way to the oval.


At the very beginning of the walk, we were offered free hot chocolate. Now, who could give up free hot chocolate? Not us! It wasn't very good, but it was nice to drink something warm. We walked along the water edge, following a swarm of red. Rocks clinged to the edge of the water, and at some points, you would find little inukshuks that people had made out of the rocks. How clever.Photo up!


We got free Olympic tatoos on our hands, and got a 'GO CANADA GO' sign for cheering loudly for the volunteers. The line up for security wasn't to bad, and we went to our seats. We were sitting right behind all the camera's that were covering the events. I was sure I was going to get on TV. This was my shot at fame! Canadian Fan Meets Stardom! But no- us Canadian fans were nothing in compared to the Netherlands. They would dress completely in orange- including wigs, bert and ernie hats, huge signs. I'll know to pack this stuff the next time I go to the Olympic-if there is another oppurtunity? Anywho. I honestly had never really watched speed skating, so I never really knew what was going on- but that really didn't matter! The entire stadium would boom with Canadian fans stomping their feet and cheering on our athletes. It was such a rush to be a part of. Kristina Groves got 3rd at this event.


After the event, we walked back to the train station, and I can mostly remember being on the train for a long time. We took a train to my aunts friends house for supper. I honestly have no idea where they lived, or how we got there, but it was dark by the time we got there.


For supper, they made roast beef, yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes, fresh bread and veggies! After supper, I was starting to doze off on their couch. I remember seeing glimpses of Ice Dancing and curling, but I was too preoccupied being tired. It was only my second day and I was exhausted! What is this? I caught my second wave after eating some tirimasu. It was getting late, and they were gracious enough to drive us home. We got in, put on our Canadian pants, and watched Glee.


Glee... so good... just one more episode....zzzzzzzzzzzzz... nope


-Happy Blogger

Day 1 - The Arrival Posted by Happy Blogger , at Tuesday, March 02, 2010, in

It was nine in the morning when we left for the airport. My Gramma and I would be travelling together, and we were to meet with the rest of the crew in Vancouver. So off we went. Check-in, security, gates, coffee... the regular.


The entire week leading up to the Olympics, I was going crazy. I was too excited to sleep, and I was usually bouncing off the walls, but it was weird, when the time came to go, I was completely calm. The flight was only 45 minutes long, and I had barely enough time to start the movie 'Whip It' that I had selected to watch. Oh well.


Getting all our luggage went fairly smoothly considering I had the huggest duffle bag I had ever seen. We set off for the train station. The train was fairly new, and for the first few minutes, you felt like you were riding a roller coaster. Up and down and Up and down. It was rather futuristic and Vancouver felt like an amusement park. We got off the train feeling positively optimistic- but little did I know how far we would have to walk. It was only a twenty minute walk, but I could have sworn I was towing my luggage for 3 hours- atleast that's how I felt. The duffle bag was awkward, and strained my back when I would walk with it. Every few minutes I would switch sides, so each side got it's equal share of torture. Preoccupied with my luggage, I had to keep track of Gramma. If one thing I was NOT to do in Vancouver would be NOT to lose my Gramma. Lucky enough for her, my duffle bag was rather noisy and she would be able to hear me 'from miles away'.


We finally reached my uncles condo; A nice place along the water. We unloaded, sat down for a few seconds, and were off again. I was sent on a task with my cousin to go get some groceries. We headed down to robson where they have a very futuristic looking safeway (made out of glass and you have to take an escalator to get to it-cool, I know). My mother sent with a bagillion safeway cards, so we were set. On our little excursion, we also bought the season of Glee, and the movie Whip It-as my cousin didn't finish on the plane either.


When we got back, My aunt and uncles friends and their kids were over, and we sat around, watched the Olympics. (The condo didn't ahve cable, and we had attempted to get reception by attaching a coat hanger to some wires and hanging it from the ceiling. Silly-you might think, but it worked).


Later in the evening, we went out to a place called "Posh", which was a japanese restaurant, where you can cook your entire meal in a boiling pot. They ordered for the table, and it was up to you to cook your own food. They brought out this 'bacon' looking food, and starting putting it in the pot. The 'bacon' was actually think strips of beef- but how was I supposed to know that? We threw in some veggies and some tofu and called it dinner. Yum.


We got back to the condo, when I realized I left my tooth brush at home. Go me. I slipped into my polar fleece Canadian pants that screamed "I'm Canadian" everywhere. Could you tell which country I was rooting for?


We got home fairly late, but we insisted on staying up and watching the first episode of Glee.


This would become the first of many nights!


-Happy Blogger

Vancouver 2010 Posted by Happy Blogger , 1.3.10 at Monday, March 01, 2010, in

This year I was fortunate enough to be invited to attend the Olympics with some family. I knew it was the Olympics, and I knew it would be exciting, but I could never imagine anything going any better then it did.


I was down in the heart of Vancouver for 10 days, and had the most incredible time! It was an amazing experience, and I would like to share a journal of every day that I was in Vancouver.


So, I'm going to start a series of blogs sharing every little detail (that I can remember) and try to capture every moment of my time there. Whether it was trying new foods, watching my first hockey game, or freezing up on Cypress.


Let the blogs BEGIN!


-Happy Blogger