Berry Juice

Oh how I knew this would happen.

I had refused to get a cell phone for many years. Up until New York, I was cell phone free and happily so.

I came back to Edmonton and I returned to my cell phone-free state. And happily so.

Then Vancouver happened. That’s when I needed a cell phone.

I loved it, walking, talking, yada yada yada. But I didn’t want a Blackberry.

I knew what would happen if I got one. I would never put it down. Why would you? Email, phone, internet, all in one place.

And it did. It happened. Just like I thought it would. I got one and now, it has become my right hand. I take it everywhere. I wake up next to it. It’s the first thing I check in the morning.

Crackberry indeed.

And the messenger feature – HELLO! How fucking awesome is that? Uber-Twitter rocks my world (thanks Josh).

He’s beautiful, my Blackberry and I love him.

(Shoe) WHORE!

At last count, I had 79 pairs of shoes.

That was over a year ago.

There are many more now.

I don’t know what it is exactly, but shoes, to me, are an addiction. I know many women who feel this way, but holy shit am I out of control.

I have expensive shoes – one pair of Manolos, one pair of Choos. I have inexpensive shoes – Payless is an incredible source for affordable, but cute shoes. I have shoes by designers I have never heard of before. But all of my shoes, I feel, have been a steal of a deal.

Oh, you want proof now?

Manolos and Choos were each under $125, thanks to an online consignment store. I once bought a pair of lime green Prada wedge sandals for $25 at DSW. Century 21 gave me great deals on two pairs of Dolce & Gabbanas and a pair of Cynthia Rowley. I also have many (so many) Payless, street market and other discount shoe types in my closet. (I just don’t love them as much)

I couldn’t imagine trying to pick a favorite – they are like my children.

My dad was disgusted when I put up a shoe museum in my living room. A bookshelf full of shoes – the perfect display for my little pieces of art.

Now, I want to go shopping.

sigh

Ma!

#1 - My mom

What can I say about my mom – she is pretty fucking awesome.

I have said this before, but she is my best friend, biggest fan and most fervent champion. Anytime I need anything – hell, even want anything – she is there.

And I know how co-dependent I am on her. There are certain undeniable truths in the world, and that is one of them.

She is even accepting of my friend’s idiosyncrasies – from waking up at 5am on New Years and helping make pancakes, to keeping Eve company when I was working, and accepting Jarod stealing our duvet – she just giggles a little and shrugs it off.

The last one is a true story – he stole it, wrapped it up and lugged it around NYC on New Years Eve. heh.

We have very little in common, other than shopping. She doesn’t get sarcasm, and therefore, doesn’t always get how funny I am. Oh the weird looks I have gotten over the years.

But still, she is the best mom anyone could ask for.

I tease her endlessly – from her faux accent to her pigment – and I think she loves every second of it.

I had never been freaked out like I was when she had her bypass surgery – the thought of this world, my world, without her, well it left me almost paralysed with fear.

Thankfully she is fine, but fuck was that nerve wracking.

She doesn’t drink or smoke, I got those bad habits from dad, but she is always willing to buy a bottle of wine to keep me sedated – ciggies, not so much, but maybe eventually.

Ok, I doubt that, but whatever, I get it.

Anyways, there you have it, my mom.

In a very short little post, because she is a short little lady.

So it begins

This is post #1 of 48. What the fuck did I sign up for?

Please let this serve as a warning. I make no claims that this blog will create any kind of social change. Really, it is a narcissistic outlet for my thoughts, and a pseudo-diary for interesting moments in my life.

But, I have this habit of signing up for random things and just have to run with it.

So, run I shall.

I have heard comments recently about how I sound angry when reading my posts. How my expressions are a tad bitter.

Well, I am not really an angry bitter person. I laugh too much to be that.

Yes, I am jaded. There is no denying that.

To counter these criticisms - hopefully forever - Blogathon 2009 will be 47 posts on what makes me happy. Things, people, feelings of why I like my life and what makes me happy.

This was just a warm up - I have to let the coffee kick in a bit first.

Please note: to ensure there are no repeats, and to make my writing a bit easier at the ridiculous hours, I have pre-planned my list.

I am not winging this. That would be retarded leotarded.

Geeky is as geeky does

I admit it, I am as geeky as geeky can be.

I have learned to deal with it, my family has learned to deal with it, and well, you kinda have to too.

So, this year, I am putting my geekiness to the test - Blogathon 2009

WTF you may be asking. Well, if you were too lazy to click on the link, Blogathon is a 24-hour blogging - athon. For a 24-hour period, I have committed to writing one post per half an hour.

Yes, you read that right, there will be 48 blog posts up on this here blog in a short 24 hours.

I am doing this in support of the MS Society of Canada. Should you feel so inclined, you can sponsor me here.

You'll have to sign-up for an account and then decide if you want to pledge per hour or just a lump some.

So, there you have it. Give your money to a good cause.

Oh, FYI, the first couple of posts may be incoherent. I am in Edmo this weekend for Cookie Monster's 30th birthday!