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A weekend devoted to me dang it

Finally, after all of these years, I get a whole freakin weekend dedicated to me! Well, not technically, I've sort of started proclaiming it "the weekend of me," but I think it makes sense and the friends I've suggested it to agree. Here's the plan for the weekend:

Friday (tomorrow): sleep in (but not tons) and run a few errands. Well that's not all that exciting I suppose but the night is all about ME, ME, MEEEEE!!!! My friends are having a BBQ farewell for me and they're not tell me much so I think there's something special and "surprise-like" included. Whooo! A BBQ just because they love me!

Saturday: sleep in (just a bit again), go to Knockabouts (Carman's equivalent of a West 49 ish type of store) and use up my gift certificate (= free clothes) then off to Winnipeg. For a night I've waited for for YEARS, to see probably my favorite singer in the world (other than Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake): Christina Aguilera. Holy freakin crap I can't believe I'm going to see her live, it seems a wee bit surreal. Ok, some of you may be laughing and thinking I'm being ridiculous b/c yes, this is the girl who brought us all "Dirty" (oh sorry..."Dirrrty") and that horrific duet with Little Kim. But for serious, not many people have pipes like Christina and if you've heard her new CD, you'd know why I'm so excited for this concert. There are lots of her songs I'm really hoping she'll sing, mostly my favourites off the new CD and "Come on Over," a good old classic which some friends and I memorized at CMU. Oh and opening for her is the Pussycat Dolls. Yes, the burlesque dancers turned "singers." Still, I'll jump up and down with glee when they sing "Buttons."

Sunday: Carman Mennonite is having a farewell potluck for me after the morning worship service. Basically like 150 people are going to come and say goodbye to me and fawn over me and tell me they'll miss me and they loved me. Yeah, it's all about me and I can't WAIT!! (Although, seriously I'm very sad about leaving this great church and my awesome youth).

So there it will be, the weekend devoted to me. And I deserve it dang it. (oh and don't worry, I'm going to sneak my camera into the MTS centre and I'll have pictures for you next week!)

Obsession: Online Tabloids

I have a new obsession, like a "I need to check it everyday or my world will fall apart" kind of obsession: online tabloids. Tmz.com is the one I hit everysingle day, but ocassionally I'll check out perezhilton.com although it can get a little risquay so I don't go there as much. But seriously, I feel that my vision of the world is SO much wider since I have been introduced to tmz. Like today I learned that last night Nicole Richie's bodyguard punched a papparazzi, that Anna Nicole's gravesite is the No.1 visited gravesite in the Bahamas and that Andy Dick (the actor) likes to use profanities whiile leaving clubs and bars in Hollywood. All VERY useful information you can see.
Go check it out www.tmz.com ... you can blame me when you're addicted too.

My hate-hate relationship with snow

There is no love in this relationship. It is purely a hate-hate relationship. I hate that my driveway has at least 2 feet of snow in it. I hate that my deck is so icy that each time I go outside I fear I may fall and break my hip. I hate that its cold enough that when the water drips off my eavestrough it freezes over my door so it won't open. I hate that the highways are so horrible that I worry if I'll be able to hang out with my friends this weekend. I hate that snow is blowing everywhere.

Snow is stupid. I want to move to Hawaii.

Why are we picking on Britney?

Many of you may know that I like Britney Spears quite a lot. I like her music, I think she's beautiful (well, sans bald head) and I think she's had a rough time at life at some points. This picture is one of my favourites of her and I actually have it hanging in my bedroom. She's always in the news, but these days, she's in there even more - and not for good things. Drinking, not wearing panties (therefore showing her ... to the world), shaving her head, going out with Paris, dating and hooking up with random guys, partying and seemingly neglecting her little boys, checking into rehab...then out...then in...then out...now in. People make fun of her, ridicule her and put her down.

We need to stop. I'm not saying this just because I do like her, I'm saying this because she is a real person just like the rest of us. Depression and going through self destructive behavior is a REAL thing, not just something splashed all over tabloids. She is a real person who is really going through these things. She has family and friends who love her and 2 little boys who need their mother to get healthy so she can take care of them again. Yes she has made mistakes - who hasn't? We all have regrets, we've all done things we shouldn't have and look back on and think "what the HECK was I doing?!"

As someone who has dealt with depression in my own life, I know what its like to feel out of control, like you don't really know what you're doing and if its right or what. What message are we showing other girls out there if we ridicule a girl who obviously has some issues with depression and is in need of help and support, not sexist and rude remarks, calling her a drunk and a crazy?

jumping to conclusions with judgement

Last night I flew from Winnipeg to Saskatoon where my mom lives to spend a few days with her while she has 'spring break' from school (let me tell you, there's nothing 'spring' about it...its -40 here today). Anyways, as I was waiting in the departure area, waiting for my delayed flight to take off, I noticed that the woman sitting in the chair behind me was yelling into her phone, said something about not being able to reach an asshole (her words, not mine) and was very upset. Then when we got up to finally get on the plane, she was at the front of the line only to tell the flight attendants she didn't have her ID with her, thus holding up the line of VERY annoyed other passengers. Geesh, I thought to myself. What a kook...can't she be organized and normal? Once I finally got on the plane, guess who was sitting right beside me?...yep, the crazy lady. She IMMEDIATELY started talking to me and asking me tons of questions and I could tell she was a very nervous flyer. Oy. So we kept talking (or at least she did...I kind of nodded my head here and there) and she told me about how she used to live in North Battleford and hated it and on and on and on. But then she said "I'm flying to Saskatoon because my daughter is in critical condition. She has meningitis and may not live." Oh my goodness, I felt absolutely horrible. She went on to explain that she had felt SO bad for holding up the line because she was in such a rush and not thinking when she left her house and forgot her ID. Totally goes to show you that sometimes we jump to conclusions and think people are crazy when instead they are faced with something else, something more that we know NOTHING about. God totally taught me that I need to be much less judgemental and need to be open to all kinds of people because we all have emotions and feelings.

Baby time!

Haha, it kind of looks like I'm going to be telling everyone I'm pregnant in this blog! Well, you guessed it...I'm not! My good friends Carl and Leanne Doell had their first baby on Wed. night!!!!! His name is Ezra Cole and he was (get ready for it...) 10 lbs, 10 oz and 24 inches long. Yes, folks, that is 2 feet long, over half of a third of my own height at 26. He is just the CUTEST thing and has tons of hair, actually he has a mullet (but Leanne doesn't really like it when you say that). And I am proud to say that I have been appointed his official stylist! (no joke, there's such a job as being a baby stylist. Angelina and Brad's kids each have one). This is my first close friend to have a baby and I'm so excited!