Friday, July 31, 2009

What's in a Name? A Sweet Potato by Any Other Name Would Taste as Sweet...


Yesterday, Hubbs & I finally went grocery shopping (more to escape the heat than to buy groceries, but whatever). I decided to roast some delicious root veg so that I can actually claim to have eaten veggies, even if they're the starchy non-fibrous kind.

Anyway, I wandered around the produce aisles looking for my sweet potatoes, but all I could find were yams. I could have sworn that these were two different root vegetables altogether, but since only yams were available in the "potato" area, I settled for two mid-sized yams.

Ever the curious mind, I decided to google to see if maybe the grocery story mislabeled their veg, or if maybe I was simply mistaken. As it turns out (of course), I was right.

The yam and the sweet potato are two very different starchy root vegetables. Their only similarities are their sweetness and their rooted origins. The true yam does not belong to the potato family, is not grown in N. America, but is quite large in size (up to 3 feet long and 80 pounds), and is a bit dry on the palate. Yams comes in funky colours of white, yellow, and purple. It is truly a root, and I guess its outward texture is quite rough and bark-like. Few places in N. America sell true yams, save for some boutique import grocers.

The sweet potato belongs to the potato family, and is grown on the continent. Its size is larger than the average potato but not several feet in length. Sweet potato texture is moist and soft and, well, sweet. These "morning glory" potatoes are usually orange in colour, and have a smooth skin. Most "yams" sold in N. American grocers are actually sweet potatoes that have acquired this misnomer because of decades-old marketing gimmicks and because some folks were reminded of the yam when they first tasted sweet potato, resulting in the yam moniker.

What I bought was indeed a sweet potato (high in Vitamins A and C), and not a true yam. It appears that the sweet potato is a very healthy root veg and versatile to prepare, so I did make the right nutritional choice after all.

So, the next time you see yams at your local supermarket, keep in mind that unless it's huge and rough-textured and not orange on the inside, you probably have a sweet potato and not a real yam. :)

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I'm Melting... I'm Melting....!!


I've never been a fan of extreme heat. In HK, I was the girl who ducked into an air-conditioned shop every two blocks in order to escape the blistering temperatures of their spring and summer months; I rarely went outside unless I was forced into it, and I kept both the A/C units in my classroom operating at maximum cool all day long. On our honeymoon in Hawaii I insisted that Hubbs blast the A/C in our hotel room as we slept (he wanted to keep the balcony doors open and let all the warm air in).

The current record-breaking heat wave happening in Van is therefore nothing short of excruciating torture for me. It has sapped me of my strength, my appetite, and my concentration. I should be doing prep right now, but I simply cannot. I should be cleaning today, but even sitting and doing nothing causes me to drip with sweat. I should be hitting the gym, but I'm already sweating buckets and my body doesn't have sufficient energy or fuel to actually perform any exercise. All I can do is sit at my computer and ply my body with the cold nectar of God (water, for those of you who are unversed in my hyperbolic speech).

Oh, did I mention that we even have an oscillating tower fan and an A/C unit? 12000BTU's on a portable dual-hose Danby Simplicity; it's monstrously large and not quiet, and if you stand right in front of it you get a good shot of cool air. Unfortunately, this air doesn't seem to travel very well against the humid muggy air of the apartment; therefore, the cool is localized to a very small area in the living room, and does not reach to Hubbs' office nor our bedroom.

Apparently, even whilst armed with both air-cooling devices, we continue to be overwhelmed by the crazy high temperatures of this heat wave. 33 Celsius today, and it feels like 38. The forecast looks like this all week long, too! Even nighttime temperatures only dip to 19 Celsius, and that's if we're lucky and we stay up late enough. I am melting and miserable.

Maybe I'll hit the library tomorrow, and stay the day. Maybe we'll rent a hotel room for the night just so that we can get some good rest. The possibilities are endless, but the money is not, nor is our time. At this rate, we might end up having to invest in a second tower fan and even possibly another A/C unit. Otherwise, our guests (my folks and bro) who are coming for the cruise in two weeks' time may find themselves melting and miserable too! :(

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Sniff My Ride


We've had our baby, our '08 Accord EX-L V6, for nearly a year now. I still remember when I first sat inside the car, marveling at the leather interior and the steering wheel that I could adjust. I still recall trying to figure out the many buttons on the dash, and the nifty little compartments that come standard on most cars these days but were a novel thing to me. Most of all, I still remember the smell. You know the smell. It's the smell of a new car.

Oh, how I love that smell!

Unfortunately, they really don't sell that scent in a bottle that you can stick on the dash. The ones that are available on the market are quite repugnant, and in no way comparable to the scent of new plastic and leather and upholstering.

Thankfully, my honeymoon period with my car isn't yet over. Because we drive it so rarely (less than 7000 km in nearly a year of ownership), I can still smell the new car smell sometimes when we climb into the car. As I sit down behind the wheel, I still get giddy at the thought of all of the controls and buttons at my disposal. I still marvel at the luxuries afforded by the car. It's all still novel to me.

I hope this feeling never ends. :)

Monday, July 20, 2009

Turning Into My Mother, or Building Fences

They say that children live what they learn, and they learn from what they see. My mother, arguably the nicest woman on the planet, has always been very very kind. Kind to a fault, really. Kind to the point of self-sacrifice and bending over backwards for strangers. And this is what I saw growing up. My mom, to her own detriment at times, has always been unfailingly nice and accommodating and helpful and patient with everyone; she has consistently excused and forgiven all sorts of evils that people have heaped on her, including very serious accusations and insults leveled at her personally, at my dad, or at her children. You might say she's a professional selfless servant, but that might be understating it.

Anyway, this is what I witnessed growing up, and from this I learned. I learned to do the opposite. I learned that it is not good to be a door mat and a servant to everyone, because you get taken advantage of by wicked people with selfish intentions or greedy hearts. I learned that it's important to stick up for yourself, and to defend your loved ones, because they matter more than the acquaintance down the street who badmouths everyone behind their backs. I learned that I deserve to be treated with respect, and must assert myself when this respect is not given.

Or so I thought. Apparently, I am not as different from my mother as I had once imagined, much to my chagrin. Sure, the stories abound about my notoriously aggressive and arguably cruel treatment of incompetent service-providers, but even those have become fewer and farther between as I've mellowed with age (and with Hubbs' restraining holds). Unfortunately, I have discovered that I do make a lot of excuses for people, I do bend over backwards and neglect my Hubbs in favour of doing something spectacular that will bless others, and I am far too forgiving when I am insulted or mistreated, rationalizing away poor behaviour towards myself, Hubbs, or others whom I care for.

I suppose that the argument exists that my mother's approach is the better one; after all, she is a sweetheart and everyone loves her, and she is "bearing her cross" daily. I'm sure Jesus will give her a big beautiful mansion in heaven while I'm stuck in my little one-room shanty, and I know she sleeps well at night in spite of the horrendous ways in which she has been treated, both by "friends" and by family (her own flesh and blood included).

However, I cannot help but wonder where the boundaries must be drawn, both out of love for others and out of self-preservation. I am rereading Cloud & Townsend's book Boundaries and it seems to me that there is a Biblical reason to lay down boundaries, and to refuse to tolerate mistreatment or people who seek to take advantage of your generosity and kindness. Hubbs' parents have pretty solid boundaries and I see how issue-free Hubbs is as an adult; he has no emo baggage that drags him down or weird unspoken obligation or guilt that compels him to have to act in certain ways with certain people. Hubbs lives in freedom, whereas I - not so much.

I think about my future children, and the lessons I want them to learn from observing Hubbs & I. Will I want them to say that they want to be the opposite of what we are when they grow up? No! Would I infinitely prefer for them to see us model Christ-centered, disciplined living within healthy boundaries, and wish to emulate that as they grow up? Of course! In my behaviour, do I want my Hubbs and kids to feel like second-class citizens relative to complete strangers? No! Would I rather that they know they are loved, they are my first priority, and I would lay down my life for them above all else? Without a doubt. Do I want my children to put up with being beat up, insulted, disrespected, and abused? Hell no! Would I want them to be assertive, confident individuals who respectfully stand up for themselves and know how to protect themselves from mistreatment? Absolutely.

And so, my lines must be drawn in the sand once more. No more excuses for others, no more saying yes when I want to say no, and no more putting up with the consequences of other peoples' poor boundaries or inappropriate behaviour. I might not have children yet, but the life I start living today needs to be consistent with the one I plan to live when they do arrive.


Friday, July 17, 2009

Haters to the Left

There are some people who just cannot stomach the happiness and success of others. These folks are truly haters, and harbingers of negativity. Maybe it's perceived as a threat to their own success, or perhaps it makes them uncomfortable to see the "leveling" of the playing field, or maybe it's some underlying competitiveness that does not wish to see oneself surpassed by another, but whatever it is, it prevents these people from being able to celebrate and enjoy the prosperity and joy of another human being. Just as the one is finally succeeding or doing well, the other has to level an insult or do something disrespectful to undermine that success.

My sis and I were talking about this the other night, as it pertains to weight loss. When I was a slimming down into a skinny-mini, so many of the people around me told me that I didn't need to lose any more weight, and that I should just relax and indulge a little. Some of these folks were well-meaning, and simply trying to ensure that I didn't deprive myself, but others - not so much. You see, I'm quite convinced that some who were bigger than I was at the time wanted me to stop skinnifying, because my weight loss somehow meant that I would be surpassing them in status or something. Others, those who were thin to begin with, also told me to stop losing weight long before I ever hit my goal weight, and I suspect their deepest darkest motivation was to keep me from being thin like them; perhaps it offered some sort of comfort for them to have me as their jolly fat sidekick, and they didn't want me to muck with the status quo.

Regardless of their motivations, they were secretly haters, and people who did not wish to see me succeed in my endeavours.

So too in the business world, there are people like this, people who go out of their way to try and sabotage or demean the success of another, particularly those whom they perceive as a threat to themselves. There are likely countless tales out there of jealous colleagues and gossipy co-workers who try to make life miserable for the guy or gal on top.

Hubbs just resurrected his blog. Many of his friends, his "fans," and his colleagues are simply happy to see him back in action on the web. They are excited for him and eagerly anticipate the contributions he will be making to his industry and to his readership. Already we are sensing the haters, attempting to claim credit for Hubbs' return, and lurking and waiting to disrespect Hubbs or his blog or his appearance or whatever it is that might "bring him down a notch." Do you wonder who these haters might be? Look for the Twitter comments and the blog posts in days and weeks to come; the ones trying to pee on his parade are the ones who don't know how to play the game of life with sportsmanship and grace.

Even in the moral realm, it really isn't much better, is it? There is a mean-spirited subset of the population who simply cannot be happy for those who are happy and who live a good, wholesome, moral life. These folks look for flaws to point out, and hypocrises to accuse, so as to attempt a perceived balancing of the scales. Personally, I believe this happens because people don't like to feel convicted that their own lives are miserable, or that they fail to live consistently and with integrity, and when contrasted with someone who does live consistently and in a godly manner, the difference is far more noticeable. It is therefore uncomfortable for the haters to be in the presence of those who endeavour to live in an upright and godly way, and rather than allow the contrast to result in their conviction and repentance, the hateful people try to bring others down to their own level of moral ambiguity.

Watch for it, my friends. Many of us are in a season of harvest, of prosperity or abundance or blessing or joy. Look out for the robbers and haters, those who seek to offer criticisms or back-handed insults or to deride the success you enjoy, be it financially, physically, spiritually, or socially.

And when you sense the haters, pray for them. Let God be judge, and let Him reveal Truth in His time. In the meantime, however, the haters who target you obviously do not have much to live for in their own lives, and if nothing you ought to feel sorry for their plight and their pathetic condition. Do not let their baiting rouse you to anger, and do not allow it to cause you to sin. In fact, do not even play the game; walk away. You have much to be joyful and thankful for, and to focus on anything less than the positive is a waste of your energy.

That's what I tell myself, anyway. ;)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Fatty Fatty 2 x 4!


I have no idea what that old saying means; I always thought 2 x 4's were those skinny planks of wood that people use to make houses. Shows you how much I know about manual work and construction! ;)

Anyway, my sisters Vanilla Con & Superstar Jo challenged me to a friendly Biggest Loser - Sisters Edition in prep for our cruise a month from now. It was a great idea, and a nice way to be held accountable. Unfortunately, I don't like being on "diets" and I don't like forcing myself to exercise. Worst of all, I hate stepping on a scale. I didn't even like it when I was a skinny minny size 4. I especially hate it now when I'm not.

However, I sucked it up and did it anyway, stepping on both my digital scale and my Wii Fit board to measure my weight. Both corroborated the other's number. The verdict? Ugly. I lied when I said I can handle the truth. I DON'T WANT THE TRUTH!! I CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!

Of course, nothing motivates you to move your fat a$$ more than seeing such a horrific number in TWO different places. In fact, I was so motivated that I actually joined one of those free online calorie-counting journal things to chart the grub I inhale every day. Enter MyFitnessPal, a non-judgy "pal" that tells me how many calories I've consumed, breaks down the food into carb/protein/fat categories, and also factors in my exercise for the day.

I've only used it for like half a day, but so far, so good. I am really loving the user-friendliness of the website, and appreciate all the clipart-esque iconography that helps me navigate around the place. If you look way down at the bottom of the blog, on the right, I've even posted a little "ticker" (is this considered a widget?) that charts my progress. As you can see, I have a ways to go before I hit my goal. That said, having a pretty little ticker with a flower that moves to the right tracking my progress is just that extra bit of incentive that makes it a little more inspiring of a journey.

Of course, I suppose all of this is moot if I end up getting pregnant before I hit my goal. Until then, however, I sure would love to see the numbers drop, and along with it my sizes!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Who's a Sucker? *raise my hand*


Not a big sucker, but a sucker nonetheless. Hubbs & I had stopped at a mall after getting back from Whistler, and we sort of went our separate ways for a while (he to EB Games and I to some store that sold nice purses). When I went to go look for him, I noticed that he had been stopped by some kiosk saleslady.

I approached, figuring I might need to bail him (or the both of us) out of a lame sales pitch. Sure enough, she asked if she could show us something AMAZING. Sure, I'll bite. She asked for my ugliest nail (which happens to be my left-hand pointer finger; the nail has become like two hills because I injured it during biting). I think it grossed her out, so she picked my ring finger nail on my left hand instead.

She started buffing it down with the blue side of a rectangular prism-shape buffer. As expected, it got all white and dusty looking. She did the same thing, but now with the gray side of the buffer. Still all white and fuzzy on the nail. Finally, she took the white side of her buffer and began buffing my nail. It squeaked in a very shrill way as it was brought back and forth over my finger. Then, before she removed the buffer to show me the final product, she asked if I believed in miracles. I tried very hard not to roll my eyes, and replied in the affirmative.

She removed the buffer and my nail was shiny and clear, like she had just applied a glossy top coat on the nail. It was pretty amazing, for real. In fact, I was sufficiently impressed that I was willing to try it again, this time doing it for myself on the nail beside it. Once again, after the blue-gray-white buffing, my middle finger's nail came out looking shiny and the feel of it was incredibly smooth.

So now, this is where the sucker part came in. I probably could have haggled the price of the "kit" but at the time I didn't, so I paid their "sale price" of $30 for it. I should have haggled, though, since I googled about it after I got home and discovered many who were able to get it for $25, PLUS get extra buffer replacements included in the purchase!

I am such a sucker.

On the upside, my nails look glossy and shiny, and without the nastiness of nail polish!

PS - the kit is called the "Seacret Minerals of the Dead Sea Nail Care Kit." Haggle if you're going to buy it - it comes with a buffer, a nail file, cuticle oil, and body lotion.

Welcome Back, Hubbs!


After a blogging hiatus, Hubbs is back on the webmap with his very sleek and stylish lookin' newly-revamped blog, located at

Take a peek and experience the new look and feel. I am happy to say that I advised on the redesign, and the black bar at the top? My idea :)

I am so proud of Hubbs, and also proud to see the blog resurrected, since I was truly his greatest fan and I missed reading his hilariously cheeky posts and engaging writing style. It will be exciting to see the many new blog post series that Hubbs will be introducing to the site, including some personal and spiritual topics along with the technical articles. It is my prayer that God will use this blog to bring glory to Himself, and that Hubbs will be a light shining among his colleagues and cohorts in the "industry."

Anyway, Hubbs - I love you and I'm so proud of you! I look forward to your first new post on this swanky kick-a$$ site!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Happy 4th in July!


Not a typo. It was our 4th anniversary on the 9th of July. To celebrate, we took a little weekend getaway to Whistler, which is about 1.5 hours away (driving) from Van. The journey there took us along the beautiful "Sea to Sky" highway, which is exactly as it sounds - there were the sea/lakes/ocean/other bodies of water on one side, and blue skies above us, and giant rockfaces on the other side of the road.

I will spare you all the lengthy and indulgent details, but here are a few highlights from our trip:

- double-person jacuzzi tub in our hotel room (a must-have for any romantic getaway, IMHO)
- riding the Whistler Village gondola to the peak of the mountain (>6000 feet in elevation)
- riding the Peak 2 Peak glass-bottom gondola from the top of Whistler to the top of Blackcomb
- taking the chair lifts (yeah, like snowboards/skiiers would do in the winter but it's way easier when there's no board strapped to the bottom of your foot) down all >6000 ft. ! It was the most relaxing ride and not scary, even for people with some height issues.
- the brick and cobble streets of Whistler Village
- the "raspberry collins" cocktail (get it virgin - it's even better) at La Bocca
- the Great Glass Elevator Candy Shop that sold a bunch of cool import candy from the U.S. and U.K.
- Quattro restaurant; consistently delicious fare and great service at both their Van and Whistler locations

We were only there for the weekend and neither Hubbs nor I did anything super-active (no major hikes on long trails, or biking treks down the mountains) but it was so refreshing and renewing to be surrounded by God's amazing handiwork and to enjoy the sights and smells of the great outdoors. Being on the mountain helped remind us about how small we are relative to such a big and mighty God, and as we rode up and down the gondola and chair lifts, that was one of the things that impressed me most - how loving and gracious and compassionate is such a powerful Creator to one as insignificant and small as I. How magnificent are His mountains and the deep, forested valleys that He spoke into place. How wonderous that in the giant universe of His world, He brought Hubbs and I together, even though we were an ocean apart when we first met. Truly, our meeting that led to July 9th 4 years ago was a supernatural event, and we thank our Father for each other every day. :)

We were definitely blessed by the time we spent together on this getaway, and we look forward to the next time when we'll be back to enjoy the beauty of Whistler, BC. So yes, for us, it was a happy 4th in July :)

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Luxury Living Lite

It seems to me that I belong to a very entitled generation when it comes to real estate and extravagant living. The 20-and 30-somethings of today were born in the 70's and 80's, and were therefore too young to remember sky-high interest rates and the accompanying recession that left many teetering on the edge of bankruptcy those decades ago. Our parents, the "Boomers," sheltered most of us from the many truths about their financial situations and the rising costs and unemployment rates that likely affected them.

Then, when we "Gen-Y" folks got to be old enough to actually care about things like real estate and investment, we saw home values rising fast and furiously, thanks to something called a "sub-prime mortgage" and known as the 0/40 in Canada. Really, it was the same thing; the lure of low interest rates and non-existent down payments with lengthy amortizations made mortgages easier to come by, and drove up the demand for homes, which resulted in escalating property values. This happened to coincide with the season when our parents were retiring or finally upgrading into their "dream home," complete with granite countertops and heated flooring. This additional demand once again affected supply values, and home prices reached ridiculous levels.

As we watched this unfold before our naive and impressionable little eyes, we saw many people make money and build huge equity from their real estate investments. We saw them flip homes, upgrade homes, and pocket large amounts of cash in the process. This was glorified on HGTV shows and all over the news.

And, as human nature dictates, we got a little greedy. Our generation wanted a piece of the good life, the prosperous life, and the sort of life that our boomer parents worked 30+ years to earn.

However, we lacked their patience. We didn't want to have to work 30 years "for the man" or scrimp and save before we could own a huge house in the 'burbs or pocket $100K+ from a home bought and sold. We wanted that luxury lifestyle and that profit now. In our entitled thinking, we justified that we deserved to live in large, brand new homes with state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances and Kohler fixtures. We found excuses to explain why we couldn't thrive in a run-down, older bungalow or buy a small condo first. We told ourselves that we'd be wasting money by renting, and we scoffed at the idea of saving a 30% down payment before getting a mortgage.

So, our generation took action to acquire what we felt we deserved. We went out and bought big shiny new houses with all the finest fixins,' even though many of us couldn't afford to pay 10% down, much less 30% on our $300K+ mansion in the newest, trendiest suburbs in town. We stopped thinking about tomorrow, and lived every day like it was our last. We locked in with a low interest rate for 5 years, and in the back of our minds we rested in the assurance that if anything happened, our parents would be able to bail us out.

Some of us actually saw our investment values rise, maybe even significantly, so we borrowed against our equity to keep living the high life: big trips every quarter, state-of-the-art appliances and electronics, luxury SUV's, and brand-name gear for us and our kids. No problem, we thought to ourselves, real estate always goes up in value!

But what happens if 1981 repeats itself in 2011, or 2014? My generation hasn't yet stopped to think about that. We haven't considered the worst-case scenarios: 20% interest rates, massive inflation in food costs, lay-offs or wage freezes or other forms of income loss from our primary (and sometimes only) breadwinner, property value declines in the ballpark of 40%, not to mention unexpected illness, death, or natural disaster. Sure, our university-educated minds may have considered these things on a superficial level, but few of us have actually carefully planned out what we would do should any (or all) of these things occur. In truth, many of us are simply too busy enjoying our open-concept kitchens with the nice marble countertops, and far too occupied with keeping up with our neighbours, to actually take time to plan for economic hardship.

Which brings us to 2009. Massive government bail-outs. Entire industries being decimated or wiped out in favour of outsourcing, and unemployment rates increasing at an alarming pace. Bankruptcies and rising food costs. Natural disasters. Recession. Rising interest rates.

What will happen to us, the Gen-Y's who have never known calamity and hardship of this magnitude, and who have never faced empty cupboards and empty stomachs? How will we fare when our investments lose value, especially when we've been borrowing on our equity and not really paying off our debts? What capacity will we have to make our mortgage payments when lines of credit run dry and our payments double, or even triple, in value?

Those of us who live entitled, who believe we deserve the finest that life has to offer without paying the price to earn it in the first place, will have no leg to stand on when the fruits of our actions yield disaster. We will not be able to run to Mommy and Daddy and expect their help (remember, they have "dream houses" to pay off too) and we certainly won't be able to whine about how we don't "deserve" the troubles that we face.

When we live thinking that we deserve all the material good that life has to offer without paying the price for it, we deserve everything that life has to offer, even if it comes in the form of bankruptcy or foreclosure.

Maybe it will be for the best. Maybe then we will know what it means to be humble and to live humbly. Maybe then we will shake off the entitlement that has diseased our generation. And maybe then, we'll finally figure out that what we "deserve" has nothing to do with material things, and what we "have" has nothing to do with our own abilities or knowledge or works.

PS - Feel free to leave comments, but I'm not interested in a debate, especially if you're just looking to justify your actions and try to convince me (or yourself) that you're right. Especially if you're involved in crazy investment schemes or MLMs, I have no interest in getting into it with you. At the end of the day, you don't answer to me, you answer to God. But no, I'm not interested.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Meme 65


Another one, yes, but this one was long and lots of fun for me to do. Enjoy!

1. First thing you wash in the shower?

2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
Navy blue

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed, again?

4. Do you plan outfits?
Only when I'm working, or it's a special occasion.

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?

6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?
My placemats.

7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
A dream about Hubbs' brother bringing a bunch of his friends over to my in-laws' house to crash while Hubbs & I were house-sitting.

8. Did you meet anybody new today?

9. What are you craving right now?
Red meat and ice cream, but not together.

10. Do you floss?
Not as regularly as I should but yes.

11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
Soup, not that I'd drink that crap.

12. Are you emotional?
Fairly. Hubbs would say absolutely.

13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
No, I usually break it down into hundreds or fifties.

14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
Lick quickly to contain the melt, then lick slowly to enjoy it.

15. Do you like your hair?
It's getting longer and the bangs are finally growing out so I no longer hate it, but "like" is a strong word ;)

16. Do you like yourself?
Most of the time.

17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
Only if he paid, and lots of other people were there too, so that I wouldn't have to have a conversation with just him.

18. What are you listening to right now?
The hum of the tower fan.

19. Are your parents strict?
Once upon a time, yes. Nowadays, they're mellowing in their old age.

20. Would you go sky diving?
Maybe - but only if I was guaranteed a safe landing.

21. Do you like cottage cheese?
No, it's gross and reminds me of puke. But Hubbs loves the stuff.

22. Have you ever met a celebrity?
I was once on a short-haul to Edmonton with the Vancouver Canucks. I've also met a few Oilers.

23. Do you rent movies often?
Hardly ever.

24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?
My ring.

25. How many countries have you visited?
6 - Canada, Thailand, Indonesia, China, S.A.R., U.S.

26. Have you made a prank phone call?

27. Ever been on a train?
Only urban ones.

28. Brown or white eggs?
It makes no difference if it's brown or white ;)

29. Do you have a mobile?
I do have a cell phone.

30. Do you use chap stick?
Smashbox Lip Treatment SPF 15

31. Do you own a gun?
Not a real one.

32. Can you use chop sticks?
Functionally, yes. However, my mother feels that I don't do so correctly.

33. Who are you going to be with tonight?

34. Are you too forgiving?

35. Ever been in love?
Still am. :)

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?
Hubbs is working.

37. Ever have cream puffs?
Yep. I like the regular vanilla ones from Beard Papa's.

38. Last time you cried?
A few days ago...and they were tears of frustration at my own dumba$$ness.

39. What was the last question you asked?
Whatcha thinkin' 'bout, hon?

40. Favorite time of the year?
Christmas, autumn

41. Do you have any tattoos?
I think Hubbs would kill me if I got one.

42. Are you sarcastic?
I'm trying hard not to be but sometimes I am.

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
Nope but I read the Wiki for it!

44. Ever walked into a wall?
More often than I care to list ;)

45. Favorite colour?

46. Have you ever slapped someone?
I'm embarrassed to say that I have. Once I even meant it.

47. Is your hair curly?
Straight straight straight.

48. What was the last CD you bought?
Ben Gadd's. He's the worship leader at Westside Church, and both Hubbs & I really like his original praise songs.

49. Do looks matter?
Depends for what. They shouldn't, but the reality is that if you look good, you'll get farther in life.

50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?
Only in board games and card games. In relationships, that would be a lot tougher.

51. Is your phone bill sky high?
My-Five plus VOIP equals affordability.

52. Do you like your life right now?
Life is very good right now. I cannot complain.

53. Do you sleep with the TV on?
Only if I fall asleep on the couch. There's no TV in our bedroom.

54. Can you handle the truth?
I love Truth, but sometimes it's pretty brutal. Like today, when the gym owner Ron Z told me to do more cardio, please. Unsolicited, harsh, but honest advice.

55. Do you have good vision?
Not even with my contacts on.

56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
I dislike way more than 3 people but I don't really hate anyone.

57. How often do you talk on the phone?
Once a day, maybe?

58. The last person you held hands with?

59. What are you wearing?
Glasses, among other things.

60. Are you cool?
Define cool.

61. Where was your default picture taken at?
New Year's Eve 2008 just as we were about to ring in 2009.

62. Can you hula hoop?
One of my rare abilities in the physical activity realm.

63. Do you have a job?
As of last week, yes! :)

64. What was the most recent thing you bought?
Coffee from a VanHoutte machine.

65. What do you do when you wake up?
I thank the Lord for another glorious day that He has graciously given me.

A Sign That You Might Be a Redneck


... when you drive with your left arm hanging out the open window, AND/OR
... you're smoking, AND/OR
... you flick your nasty cigarette butt on the road when you're done, AND/OR
... you really don't give a flying frog about who might be watching.

I saw this happening on the road today, in downtown Van. I got pretty annoyed about it, too, because obviously people who do this don't want to "smoke up" their car but think nothing of the effects their flying ashes might have on the cars behind them, or the effects of littering all over the road. Because their windows are rolled down, mine have to stay rolled up (necessitating the use of my A/C since panel vents would just channel their nasty air inside my car). Double-whammy against the environment. NOT cool.

I think smoking should be banned from everywhere except perhaps inside the smoker's own home, and that's only if they own it.