Helloooooo Elkford!!!

The wait, yesssss the wait is over, tomorrow I will officially be back in the East Koots. Three days shy of a month and I will be back on mountain soil.

I'll be glad to be back doin' my thang...plottin', bloggin' and house wifein'. I wished I could have blogged more here in Victoria, but honestly there wasn't any wild stories to tell. Just visiting with friends, family and my little pup. So yes in deedly-do, I'll be back at my post bloggin' in my underwear on Wednesday.

Heyyyy you guyyyyyss

Today, walking the dog, I had my first experience with my parents neighbour from across the street. I've lived at my parents house on and off for 6 years, and this was my first experience with her!!

So Daisy decides to take her sweet ass time at the bottom of the drive way, so neighbour decides to point out the obvious and as she turned to speak to me.. she looked and sounded EXATLY like Ma Fratteli from the goonies...you know the crazy ugly old bat that locked up Sloth in the basement.

Needless to say, I got out of there quick, and when I had to walk past her again to go up the driveway..I made no contact and deeked out of there... no fuckin' way I'm getting locked up in the basement.

Weekkyy Poo

Hello my beloved. This past week has been crazy hectic...I've been out and about and BAM a week left!

Now, I'm scrambling to get everything that I came for accomplished...gahh! So if any one from the Koots wants anything email me a wish list and I'll deliver... I promise!

The count down is on, one more week and I'll have my Bear, my kitty and my condo back!

p.s. I got tattooooooooes wowowooooo here are the scabby blury photos.

p.p.s. The foot isn't done yet, so be forgiving :)

My Mum and Dad....

My mum and Dad went to San Diego and all I got was this whale tail hat and a giant dolphin cup.

My friend Grant

To my darling five readers,

I went to a party on Friday night, and Keira asked me if I get paid for blogging...rumour has it, I received a grant to do this. No grant, but waisted time with a lot of random things to say! But that go me thinking.... could I get paid for sitting in my underwear and blogging about my random observations? Could I be the next Perez Hilton? minus the gayness and gossip? Who knows?

I mean, that would be a dream job.. never getting dressed again, never doing my hair again and totally looking like I've lost my will to live....ahhhhhhh that would be the liiiiife

Gorilla Recycling

Since I've been house sitting... I've only had a few rules to fallow

#1 Scoop kitty litter

#2 Let dog out in the morning

#3 Recycling day is on Friday

So yesterday, I was sittin' eatin' a bowl of Cheerios and thinking to myself... what have I forgotten? Not 30 seconds later, I was reminded by the huge blue truck down my parents drive way collecting everyone else's blue boxes... and where was mum and dads blue box? why underneath the stairs empty. Shit balls. Rule number three.. forgotten.

Now, in the Koots there is no door to door recycling pick up, thats what the transfer station is for and THAT is why people but their wine bottles in the garbage. My parents, on the other hand are quite militant about recycling... in fact my dad has strict instructions on how to "assemble" the blue box properly. Gotta love 'em... gotta love that they are doing their part.

So that brings us to today, the closet still full of newspapers, cat food cans and plastic containers. Mum and dad come home today. So, I loaded the back of my mums CR-V with all the crap and went on a convert mission. Where can I illegally dump this shit?

Crusin' down Burnside Ave, with my dog as my accomplice and my ipod blasting "Smooth Criminal" I went dumpster shopping. First off, the bottle depot....closed. Second off, Mayfair Mall...but there are cameras and my mother indeed works there....maybe not so good. Third off, Sam's apartment...now, I was going there to begin with to cut her hair, and I did ask her if she had a recycling dumpers... but I didn't want her neighbours seeing me and then bitching to the landlord. With no other choice and my ipod switching to "Bad" I carried on to Sam's house.

I pulled right up.... right up to the dumpers.. I hop out looking all around. No one was on their balconies.. in the clear... so I opened the back hatch and began to chuck all the goods into their respective bins. Then a car pulls up... busted...so I stop what I'm doing and pretend to loiter. Ooooooo! loitering! I'm such a bad-ass!.

The people in the car stare at me for a while, and I figure Fuck it.. its bloody cold and its beginning to rain and continued tossing everything. Turns out the car was just dropping someone off and I was in the total clear!... I finish up, pull a Uie and park on the other side of the street and head off to into Sam's. Recycling... DONE!... no ticket and no disappointing looks from my father. All and all, it was an eventful day.

Joe Pesci? is that you?

The weather has been so humid here, I swear by the time I go back to the Koots, I'll be 1o pounds thinner.

Yesterday, Alicia and I went for a walk around Beacon Hill Park...I felt so sorry for my dog, she was dying by the end of it. The park was lovely, nothing has changed... its still squattersville.

As, I'm typing this blog I am watching Runaway Squad and I'm pretty sure the lead dude in the show is Joe Pesci.. or at least his long lost twin...

...Anyway back to bloggin'. Today I went to Lost Lake and Lost Lake Farm, thanks Coyne for showing me around... pretty sure I'll have some epic photos. True to Lisa form, I have to wait to get the pictures developed.. 'cause thats how I roll. I have a digital camera and thats all good for shits and giggles, but my 35 mil is film. Its like a right of passage using film, it teaches you patience and well, your using a dying breed.

Now, I'm having a quiet night... with back to back episodes of Intervention wooooot! There is something really wrong with watching someone waste away on national t.v, but for some sick reason, I can't get enough.

Blog in a bit

ttyl