Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

I've had my car, a red & white Mini Cooper, for about 4 years now. And ever since I've started working downtown, 3 yrs ago, I've been thinking about selling it but never quite able to get over the love I have for my little SUV and how much fun I have driving it.

Well the time has come to finally let go. What's that saying? 'If you love someone, let them go'. We're just gonna apply that to cars too.

I figured if I sold it privately, I could get away with asking for a little bit more moola, but then I started to think about the logistics:

• Meeting people by myself? Not a fan, so would need to make sure Wayne was around whenever someone came to see the car
• Test drive? What do I ask for as collateral? Do I go with them? Do I potentially endanger Wayne's life and send him on the test drive?
• Certified cheque? The hassle of meeting them at a bank during working hours...pain the arse

Thankfully my mom's mechanic, a nice little old Japanese man named Yoshi, stepped in and saved the day. He agreed to deal with all the hassle involved with selling my car, for a whopping fee of $300.

So if you know anyone who wants a 2004 red & white Mini Cooper with only 38,000km leave me a comment and I'll send you the deets :)

A couple of weekends ago I headed up to Whistler with a mishmash crew of peeps. Streefy, Justin & Uldis.

Before I proceed to regale you with stories of our weekend, it should be noted that Uldis is probably the tallest man I've ever met - he's 6'9". I refused to stand next to him all weekend. I was at navel height. Awkward!

I was pretty stoked to go riding since I wanted to test out some new gear I picked up during the boxing day sales - helmet, goggles, boots & bindings. We woke up early on Sat morning and hit the mountain. It was sunny, warm but not too warm, great snow and amazingly enough, not as crowd as we expected. The perfect day. That is, until Uldis took an unfortunate tumble whilst trying to avoid a rogue child in pink who cut him off and ended up hurting his shoulder. Sadly his day ended, but ours continued on to be a great one.

That night was supposed to be our 'drinking night' however some of us were struggling. I was ready to call it a night until Justin gave a very amped, very inspired speech with a hint of ultimatum - we either get up at 7am the next morning and hit the mountain again or we drink. Not being one to wake up at 7am for anything, I voted for drinking.

The rest of the night was spent basically watching Justin become "Crazy Justin" (name still a work in progress) while butt-rubbing all the women in the bar and even trying to bite someone's hair. Just imagine what our night had been if he didn't give the speech.

I love to paint walls. I don't know why but it's one of those weird quirks I have.

I decided that the Christmas break was an ideal time to finish painting my bathroom that had been sitting unfinished for more than a year. Sadly, my artistic talent doesn't go further than the painting itself, so instead of agonizing over paint colour selection, I got Ali to come over and choose for me. Which she did. In 10 seconds.

Even though the bathroom isn't a very large room, it took a couple of hours to paint everything, some of them requiring 3 coats and only one re-do was necessary...I accidentally tore a chunk of paint off of the sliding door when I foolishly tried to leave. I then proceeded to confine myself to the bathroom for about a hour while I watched paint dry. Literally. I watched the paint on the the door and my nails dry because ironically enough, painting my nails was the only form of entertainment I had.