Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

Ever wonder about the life of a cab driver? I was walking to the bus the other day and saw a cabbie parked on the side of the road, seat back and taking a nap. So I started reminiscing about my cab ride experiences and have ranked them from best to worst for you reading pleasure:

• Chatting along to the cabbie as if you've been lifelong friends. Ok, that was only in Dublin, but still.
• I met a cabbie who took a minor detour (without charging me) to return a dropped cell phone to the previous fare. He was a nice cheery sort of fellow and we had a great chat about the Olympics and hockey all the way downtown.
• Taken a cab where the driver barely said more than 5 words to me. Ironically that was in Vancouver and not New York like I had expected.
• One day, as I waiting for my ride to vball, I had some random cabbie drove by me, not once, but twice, honking at me to see if I needed a ride. What, am I suddenly in Acapulco again? (Mexican cabbies honk at you like that).
• And the worst cab ride I've ever taken, the cabbie wouldn't stop talking/complimenting me (every girl loves to be complimented, but when it's every other sentence, it's a bit much) and then proceeded to continuously offer me a hug and a back rub when we got to my destination. That was kinda awkward/borderline creepy and basically put me off that cab company for life.

The end.

I'm a beer girl. Always have, and likely, always will be. This particular drinking habit has started to cause some reaction amongst my friends. Not in the "You have a problem, we need to talk" kind of way, but more in the "You're such a dude!" kind of way.

I first noticed it when I was at friend's place for dinner a while ago. After a couple of glasses of wine, I spotted a can of Guinness just casually sitting on the patio, possibly calling my name. After asking permission to drink said beverage, Wayne turns to me and says "You're such a dude!", then proceeds to continue his chef's duties at the BBQ. Random.

Then most recently, during a debaucherous night involving shots, my shot of choice was Jack. Let's face it, it was the easy choice considering the other options were sure to have me kissing the porcelain throne later that night. Bailey proceeded to call me a "dude drink drinker" or something to that effect.

I'm not sure I'm offended...or flattered. Honestly I'm not really sure how to take it, but at the very least, you'd think I'd have more dates being a beer girl!

Seeing as how it's St Patrick's day, I thought I'd write a tiny tidbit about it. I may be setting myself up for future ridicule, but as CT says: "Caring is sharing".

So, here's a little something about me some of you may not know. It's kinda, sorta, maybe my secret dream to meet a hot, fresh off the boat Irish boy (accent and all), start dating, fall in love, get married, have kids and live part time in Ireland.

Fully aware this is unrealistic, and while I'm not exactly holding my breath, still hoping for a bit of Irish luck, just for today, to make my dream a reality.

Or so we thought!

Seems like Mother Nature is going through an on again, off again unstable relationship with Vancouver weather and we seem to be suffering the consequences.

February seemed like April, with warmer days, cherry blossoms blooming and allergies galore. (Apparently the worst allergy season in the past decade.) Now, it seems She's decided that we need some cold weather, and sent us snow last week.

Honestly, aside from potentially getting in another day of snowboarding, I'm really hoping this is just a minor cold snap because if I have to go through my allergy season again, I might have to scratch my eyes out.

Here we go again!

As previously posted, I have a Vampire obsession. On June 30th, the third movie in the Twilight series hits the theatres, and I already have a date with the gals from work.

Given the amazing acting caliber of the first two movies, I don't have high hopes for spectacular acting, but, to be honest, that's not going to stop me from going to see it. It's so bad, it's good!

Here's the trailer for your daily fix of uber cheesy. Enjoy!

As most of you know (or the 5 people who were reading this blog at the time), Kmay, Streefy and I ran the Kelowna Half Marathon in October. We've now decided to run the Vancouver Half Marathon which is the first week of May. Kmay has set a goal for us this race: finishing time - 2hrs. A feat which requires us to maintain a 6min/km the entire way. Not gonna lie, that scares me a little. Especially when you consider our training regime has been lacking to date.

Thus far, we've managed some 6kms runs after work, however we've yet to run further than 7.5km, mostly due to the fact that we continuously ditch each other on the weekend long runs for a variety of reasons. (Not sure why, but mine always seem to be because of too much booze the night before resulting in a hangover of varying degrees the day of the run. Awkward.)

Toss into the mix, the 2 weeks of the Olympics, the Fjord flu that took us out one by one, and the reality that there's only 7 weeks to go before the race and I was starting to freak out.

Thankfully the rational side of me kicked in and decided that really, all I need is to find myself a hot cabana boy waiting at the finish line with promises of pampering and post-race massages to properly motivate me. John Morris, are you still in town?

Feb 28th was the last day of the Vancouver Olympics and while the 19yr old party animal in me is sad to see the end of the 17 day party train, the sensible and mature side of me is taking over and telling me it's time to rest. And just to make sure I listen, I sent myself a slight cold, cough and raspy voice to ensure I listen.

Instead of regaling you with my Olympic stories, since the highlights are forever immortalized on Facebook and Twitter, here's a little photo montage of the epic 17 day event.

Enjoy!