sweet salty crispy deadly

Holy shit. Have you ever had chip-nuts? these things are fucked. And by fucked i mean delicious, scrumptious, addictive, and giving me a migraine.

On other, non chip nut related news, I did in fact have a fucking good time in Vancouver. Me and B wore dresses, bought shoes and purses, ate sushi and got drunk. We also were inspired by the story of Christian the Lion and kept "recreating" the reunion seen here. The funniest part, naturally, is the song. (the video, itself actually makes me cry)

We even wore Christian the Lion tshirts to the show
(yes-- I know its a tiger, but there were no $9.00 iridecent tshirts with lions on them). And during LSF, lo and behold what was Tim Harrington (the lead singer) wearing? A tshirt with a kitten on it. ( see? also inspired by Christian the lion)



Here is another LSF picture of Tim wearing a purse as a hat and playing a broom.

More on this later....

Vancouver was an absolute fucking blast. You can see my arm and the back of my head in the above video. When Tim ( the lead singer) disappears for a while, he was busy ramming his private bits into the face of an unsuspecting asian girl. So good.

He seriously sounds like count chocula

Holy crap, so I have again been really busy and apologize in the way I always seem to do. There. Done.

So last week I didnt blog because I was a big ole ball of angry. One of my client's ex husband is appealing an Order I got at the Court of Appeal. Which is a pretty big deal. Anyways, the man is representing himself. And hes nuts. TOTALLY NUTS.

Last week, this man sent me, the Law Society ( yeah-- he reported me there. Again.) and the Court of Appeal a letter all about how I am "mentally unstable" "coco" "unhinged" that my "bedfellows are deceitful" my "phraseology is reckless" etc. etc. etc. and that he recommends that I be comitted or sent for therapy. Basically, proving that he, himself is crazy. Oh, and he sounds like Count Chocula.

So I was sooooo pissed that steam was coming from my ears. I didnt want to blog my frustrations because I knew it would all end up ok on my end... and it has. I royally kicked his ass in Court Thursday and the Justice of the Court of Appeal was pissed at him for sending them all the libellous garbage about me and gave me costs against the asshole. Maybe when hes sending me a cheque for 2500 he can really think who is unhinged and coco.

The music video I was in ended up looking pretty awesome. Im not allowed to post it here yet...but lets just say my ass and the back of my head are in every shot and look pretty bitchin.

Have I talked about my addiction to Reno 911? Yeah, I have all five seasons now on DVD. Sweeeeet. I also bought Spaced-- which is written and stars the people who were in/wrote Shawn of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. Its pretty frickin awesome as well.

I go to Vancouver today to have my second Quincenera and to see Les Savy Fav. Woot!

Amy Winehouse, holy ho downs, and video vixens

Whoa. Its been a long time when you cant remember what your password is. eep.

Sorry, all. Its really flippin hard to blog in the summer. No offence. Its just that i get super busy at work ( which is when i usually blog) and then during my time off work, the last thing i feel like is hangin out with a computer. (Fuck. This guy is now going to crash on me... hes such a bitch, and yes, my computer is male)

So lemme see. A few weeks ago, back when i started being less interested in typing and more interested in playing outside, Jer and I went to Kelowna, I attempted to wake surf ( note: "attempted") and had a fucking awesome time.

On the way back, we decided to stop at a bunch of fun 'roadside attraction' type places. I finally got to go to the 3 Valley Gap ghosttown that i always wanted to stop at when i was a kid and see all the tourista crap. Its strange that people never go to tourist trap thingys in their own towns and areas..when its normally the first thing they hit up when they are in a different country. Anyways, I digress. So we went there and then to Canyon Hotsprings. While at the hotsprings, some guy called me Amy Winehouse. Um....thanks

Stampede just ended here. Thank christ. The next douchebag in a cowboy hat yelling at me to take my shirt off was going to get a fat lip. Its strange how overnight in this city everyone becomes an insta-douche. And drunk. Ok, maybe not everyone. Some people act all 'Im not going down to that level, Im waaay to hip' and do Anti-Stampede events and parties. And gets drunk. So this year, I played 'let Stampede come to me, and I will do it, otherwise I will avoid it like the plague.' oh, and I got drunk. One event i did go to was a punk rock breakfast that invloved a lot of Caesars, some definately not country music, and hay bales (note: every place from the bank to daycares have hay bales in front of them during Stampede. Totally fucked.) I also wore a belt buckle that says Texas on it most days to work. That was my Stampede. Didnt even see the fireworks.

Last Saturday I was in a music video. I wore a bikini.

Holy fuck super wordy post. Ok Im done