THE GREAT GREEN GAS GUZZLER

THE HUMMER.
My parents own this beautiful beast and on more then one occasion I have been given the privilege to take it for a cruise. My parents were so trusting of me they even let me take it on a road trip once.

This happens to be one of my favorite pictures of the HUMMER. We went to check out 'The Frank Slide' and everything just came together for the picture. The sun perfectly hit the side mirror, and the orientation of the rocks made it look as if we were off roading.



My first big road trip with the HUMMER was to the Crows Nest Pass. I had a personal sense of euphoria from just packing the back with all our sleeping bags. I was soo glad to share this weekend with my friends.
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I must add that this video was shot without my knowledge, and I make no apologies for MY singing. Road trip singing just isn't meant to be good.

This last Christmas my family went to Vancouver, its a long drive (go figure). So me, my mom and my dad all took turns driving, we did the whole drive in one day. I didn't actually drive in the mountains, (thank-goodness) I drove from Rockey Mountain House on Highway 93 south to somewhere right before the mountains. When the snow started to appear my mom and I switched spots.

I have comfortably driven the HUMMER around Red Deer were my parents live, but when it was asked if I would be willing to drive it in Vancouver I definitely hesitated. My cousins and I had planned on a winter picnic and the only way were going to make it to the park is if I drove. So I stepped up and drove. The car alarm left me a little embarrased in the parking lot.

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Its only the beginning, I will take more pictures, I will take more drives, I will have more embarrassing moments.

PRETTY IN PINK

I sorta had this notion that becoming part of the Female Adult World I was expected to adorn high heels at my place of employment. It was kinda like a graduation present, "Here is your set of 4-inch heels, now join the masses of girls walking the streets of the metropolitan work place," I have come to the sad fact that I might never be able to join this secret club for my detest of high heel shoes.

I bought these lusciously pink shoes nearly 3 years ago, I half expected that I would be wearing them soo much that I would need a new pair of stilettos almost every 6 months. The first night I wore them ,which feels like nearly a century ago, I was trying to impress a boy. Well the guy hardly noticed me, let a lone my killer heels. I say killer because that is most certainly what they did to my poor feet. I have maybe since that dreadful evening donned these pink killers 3 times. Well in all my brightness I accepted the challenge of a new job, a new office job, one that requires me to dress like an adult, and maybe to once again test the waters of high-heels and stilettos. So as a practice run I wore them to church this last Sunday.

First I had to somehow learn to drive with these monsters, not an easy feet (pardon the pun). I dare any guy to try and drive a heavy duty pick-up truck in 4-inch stilettos around a parking lot, maybe you will gain some view into the great complexities of women driving. Walking in these shoes is no easy feet either. I am naturally a quick walking paced person, but in high heels, you can't take wide steps, unless you plan on swimming across the parking lot on your face. Then you have to bare the awful clip-clop, clip-clop noise that you make upon entrance. Walking up the stairs, walking to my seat, all heads turn to observe the lady who has the audacity to wear such awfully noisy shoes. Then you have to stand for at least the length of 5 old hymns, each with luck all have five verses and the chorus to sing through each verse. When church is finally over, you don't wait one second after closing prayer before you bolt out of your chair, walking at the fastest pace you can make in heels that force you to walk dreadful slow. No time to shake hands or even acknowledge anyone, because the sooner you get home, the sooner you can get the shoes off and start the healing process. You can't even think of stopping at the car wash on the way home, I won't even get started on the embarrassment of possibly getting your heel stuck in a grate. To all the girls who can wear high-heels, I send my regards and compliments, for I never will comfortably enjoy them.

TUMMY TUCK?

Life just seems to be passing me in a whirlwind these days, but I am ever so thankful for the brief moments when I can capture them with my camera. I had a good laugh over these photos that I took during my reading week. Two of my cousins flew in from Vancouver to spend sometime with me and my younger sister. After swimming at the West Edmonton Mall Water Park, merely to humor ourselves, we choose to create our own 'DOVE' campaign. You know the advertising bitt were people are showing that they are comfortable with there bodies and showing off there imperfections. These pictures make me laugh hysterically, other times I look at them and wonder what was going through my head that day.



I don't like standard beauty - there is no beauty without strangeness. ~Karl Lagerfeld