As some of you know, I'm taking a photography class and enjoying it a lot.
This week, we're doing a studio shoot and bringing in models. I'm pretty excited and pretty anxious/nervous all at the same time.
The reason for my anxiety are tri-fold:
Anyone got any suggestions for cool portrait shots?
So, after contemplating all my vacation options, I've finally made a decision.
Wayne, Dennis and I are heading to San Diego for a good old fashion surf trip.
Thanks to Wayne's ridiculous summer schedule, we decided to head down the first weekend of July, and thanks to Dennis, we'll be staying with his buddy who lives right on Mission Beach. I have contributed nothing to the trip thus far. I suppose, if I must, I will be arm candy.
We've managed to time our trip to coincide with the July 4th weekend, which means there will be lots of parties, including, but not limited to, day long deck parties.
While it seems like it could easily turn into a weekend of pure partying, I still hope we get to surf a couple of times. We'll see.
I'm sure it's some kind of faux pas to be blogging about your cats, but I'm going to do it anyways.
This is Jack (taking a nap with my sister). He has a tapeworm. Which, aside from being disgusting and giving me the heebie jeebies, is apparently quite common amongst the feline community. Thankfully you can do an over the counter remedy that is quite simple. 3 doses given weekly. The felines share a litter box, so I have to give Ellie the same treatment.
Week 1 was great, crushed pills mixed into their wet food. Piece of cake. 
Week 2 - not so great. First, you can't crush the 2nd type of pills. Usually in these situations, I just cover it with wet food, and most cats will eat it up. Since you have to fast them over night, in the morning, the Chunky Monkey (aka Ellie) gobbled up her food, pills and all.
Jack, no so much. The jackass (pun intended) ate around the pills. Cut to 15 mins of chasing around in a 500sq ft box, 4 slighly moist pills shoved down Jack's throat, one bleeding finger and me still smelling of cat food, I was finally able to leave for work.
All I can say is, this better work because I'm gonna need a 20 minute pep talk before I can verify if the tapeworm is gone. And I only intend on doing that once.
It's almost summer in Vancouver, the flowers are blooming, the days are longer, it's warm enough to put away your winter coat and all I can think of is leaving town.
Doesn't help that I haven't had a vacation since Christmas because I took all my vacation time in the first half of my vacation year, which starts in May. (I really should hire a project manager for my life.) Now that I have vacation time again, I want to choose wisely.
So far here are the options I'm considering:
Now I just have to decide which one to actually go for...thoughts?
I love Google's quote of the day widget. One of Tuesday's quotes was:
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson
It instantly sent me back to my Telus days when I was working with a friend of mine Paul, who is a big Hunter S. Thompson fan. During our 3-4 year stint as being co-workers, I learned a lot from him about life, love, laughs and of course Hunter S. Thompson.
When I left Telus, he gave me the book "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and to this day, I take it with me to read on any resort vacation and I still get a good laugh out of it.
Here are some of my fav quotes from Hunter S. Thompson:
We can't stop here, this is bat country!
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
As your attorney...
The other day I was perusing the series of tubes looking for some inspiring blog material. I came across a site that suggested reviewing your previous posts, not so much for new material, but just to see how your writing style has changed and what you could do better.
As I started to peruse my previous posts, and amidst the slightly shocking realization that I've been at this whole blogging thing for almost a year, it hit me. I'm less funny!
Back in the day, I was writing short witty, sarcastic, entertaining, smile inducing snippets about my life. Now - they seem to have taken a turn towards the serious. I got to thinking about possible causes of said tragedy.
Maybe it's the lack of entertaining material. Entirely possible now that Justin has stopped drinking and I started having no life thanks to running. Maybe it's because life got busy and I no longer had the time to edit my posts 500 times before publishing them. Maybe it's the notion that I'm actually a serious person at heart, masquerading as an easy going quasi funny person.
I started to panic and re-think my whole existence in this comedic world I thought I was a part of. Let's face it, stand up comedy I won't be doing, but I thought I had my moments. Thankfully Jojo was to the rescue when she laughed at some random comment I made, thus promoting her to my comedic partner in crime simply because she thinks I'm funny, which is reason enough to keep her around. That and she likes to eat what I eat when we go out for lunch. :)
Once upon a time, also know as a month ago, the gals from work went on a cleanse frenzy. I don't mean the usual culling-your-closet-spring-cleaning variety. I mean, a cleanse for the body...and maybe soul.
What began as a preparation for a 3 week vacation, soon turned into an epidemic amongst the lovely ladies of Fjord. Suddenly everyone was on a cleanse. There was lots of rice cakes and hummus to go around, along with a daily dose of popcorn, causing the rest of the 4th floor to hate us for spread such an amazing aroma throughout the office.
As the cleanses all ended last week, previously outlawed food started to get special guest appearance passes. First on the list - Wine. 2 bottles to be exact. The next day, we decided that Wine and her BFF, Cheese, should be allowed to the exclusive "invite only" party called Resourcing. This marked the end of the cleanse era in the Fjord office, and we all lived happily ever after in a land of wine, cheese, wheat and sugar.
