Evelyn Cameron

I just stumbled upon this interesting Lady. I have some research to do but I am rather impressed initially with her story. From what I gather she was a wealthy Lady in London who left her home country to find her way in the " Wild West" with her husband. In 1890 they moved to Montana and began a ranch. During her life in Montana, Evelyn Cameron was able to capture the west by way of photograph. She has an amazing collection and I am intrigued by this pioneering woman's story and her photographs.

Happy Birthday!

My little Sistah turns 18 today! Honey, one more year and I'll be taking you bar hopping! Until then we'll just have to party at my place... hopefully on Saturday.
Happy birthday to Miss Fancy Pants, who's birthday seems to have lasted from the first weekend in March to yesterday. That girl, I don't know how she does it.

Drivel

I am sick of drivel. It drives me crazy, people go on and on about things that have little to no meaning what-so-ever. Conversations, arguments, sporadic verbal diarrhea, so much time and space is wasted on fruitless, meaningless exchange. Imagine how much confusion and heartache would be avoided if we all just spoke directly and quit avoiding the issues we try to cover up with drivel.

What disgusts me the most is that I am the worst offender.

Spring

Spring smells like poplers, warmth, melting snow and thawing chickenshit. I almost miss it... Nah.

Moving

Over the last two days I have been packing up my belongings with a strange sense of melancholy. Taking my little sister's pictures off the wall, stuck on there with wads of blue sticki-tack - not real tacks, I was feeling a little sad to be leaving my first place. I'll get used to it. I hope to be moving around allot for the next few years. Home is where you hang your hat I guess. I am really looking forward to moving into the new apartment. It will be pretty empty - I am able to fit all my stuff into my car, but a simplistic, uncluttered environment is definitely not a bad thing! I think I'm gonna hafta find me a bed though.

Snow

I think I have had enough snow for a while. Spring will roll into Northern BC in the second half of May, at least six or so weeks after it "officially" starts. I will enjoy this brief summer then I am moving somewhere warmer. The Okanogan is looking pretty wonderful. Kootneys? We shall see.

A recommendation

I am really enjoying my new CD - Regina Spector, Begin To Hope. I would like to recommend it to anyone who likes "a little bit off the wall" music. She is a Russian artist that has come to North America an put together some great sounds. Most of the songs are piano and her voice - there are some interesting beats shuffled in there too. I really like it.

Andy

Andy is another story altogether.

Home

I really enjoyed my last trip home. I went alone and was able to spend allot of one on four time with my crazy family. Who, by the way, were so off the wall ridiculous, psychotically funny, completely inappropriate and politically incorrect that had anyone sat in on one of our conversations they would have seriously considered pink slipping the lot of us. Good wine, good food, good conversation, a wonderful, heavily ADD flavoured time in Toad River.

I love home.

Vacation

Buildings, streets, public transit, new smells, wonderful nuns, beautiful churches, colic babies, fresh ravioli, fish on ice, cheese, music, crazy pubs, dirty Mexicans, dancing all night, destruction in Stanley park, seeing Ben, Broadway productions, books, rain, steam clocks, the smell of the ocean, flowers, cigars, Turkish food, little Max, sunshine, spending time with curly hair, getting lost, driving in the snow, conversations, terrible movies, the Abby, stained glass, more rain, little old ladies, awkward conversations with ex-boyfriend (little old ladies' grandson), sense of euphoria, looking forward to September.

Seven amazing days in Vancouver.