i have a big lump on my finger:

And it has been bothering me.

I don’t enjoy going to the doctor and I have adopted a ‘wait and see’ sort of attitude towards most ailments.  So far this hasn’t failed me and I have avoided a lot of hassle, waiting rooms and expenses by just waiting for my symptoms to subside.

So the first thing I did when I noticed my finger lump, was google it (obviously).  And so I’m pretty sure I have a terminal illness.

This is why the ‘wait and see’ …

You can’t really come to Canada and not get excited about ice hockey.

We first started watching it during the Olympics.  No doubt along with thousands of others, we become extreme hardcore die hard ice-hockey fans for two weeks.   And even though I grew up watching my brother play in NZ, I still found it near impossible to follow the puck, let alone the players or even to stay interested for the full 3 periods.

Oh how far I’ve come.

The Stanley Cup is like the biggest thing in the NHL.  The competition is …

I didnt’ actually take this photo. I forgot to take a picture of our food… so i found this one on someone else’s blog. you can visit his food blog here.

since when does it become normal for one to wait in line to eat brunch at a cafe?

if there’s is one thing i miss about enzed, it’s the abundance of good places to eat brunch. and not having to wait in line. and the good coffee. (so if it’s three things i miss about newzealand …

Ever been to a music festival and missed out on seeing the very best sets because:

a)     You didn’t know which bands to look out for; or
b)     Your friend Tessa was spewing in the toilets and you were holding her hair back; or
c)     You were spewing in the toilets and had nobody to hold your hair back (because Pam was busy holding Tessa’s hair back)

Well I can say for certain that I’ve experienced Situation A before, and there’s about a 99% chance I’ll be experiencing B and C in about four weeks …

Flirt > Kiss > Sex > Sober kiss > Sober Sex > Date.

And this is where it all goes wrong.

I haven’t had a relationship that has lasted over 6 months or so for the past 4 years.  (sorry if you’re reading this and you think we’ve been in a relationship that’s lasted longer…).

And my mum seems to have this fear that I will somehow go from being a carefree, happy single 24 year old to this 40 year old spinster with no friends and no husband who fills her life …

my mum once told me (after i expressed concern to her) that i’d never be ready to have a baby.

she didn’t mean that i never will have a baby, rather that there will always be more to do and more to prepare and more money to make before i feel as though i am ‘ready’, she told me.

i would never enter a running race if i didn’t feel as though i could be ready. i remember the first half-marathon i ran, i planned it out day by day for …

our friends kylie & jordan just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy called henry. tess and i put our ukulele, vocal and lyrical skills to work and conjured up this wee lullaby.

i dreamt that my bottom teeth looked like this:

and then one of the teeth became really wiggly and fell out (but it was still attached by veins). And i was holding it above my mouth like this:

“why do you guys do couchsurfing?”

“why not?”

“yeah, but why?”

“we have 3 spare spaces for people to sleep.  if we can offer them to people who are new to the city/visiting for a few days, then we get to a) meet someone new b) make a contact somewhere else in the world and c) make life a little bit easier for them.  there’s really no reason not to.”

We’ve only had good experiences so far… we’ve so far received:

a professional haircut
an oil massage
a tarot card reading
free vegan sandwiches
beer
juggling lessons/show
a chance to practice …

I take wooden plank foot steps, as the noises surround,
and dive into the void of thunderous sounds.

But then there is silence, and the time it stands still,
as I float on the surface, releasing my will.

In this pure moment, my soul quietly flew,
far away from myself, and closer to you.

But my weight sinks to the bottom and sand roughens my feet.
Emerging at the shore, I still cannot retreat.