Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Monday, May 30, 2016
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Blogger does not like video.
Hot and bothered and putsing. 5th show coming on up on the 25. We were rebooked by Rick at SDC after the last packed show! I love 75 dollars and free beer all night.
Year 2
Remember photo booth shoots? It was like the snapchat of my early university gen.
The last time I took one was winter 2015. I think I was on my way to a Gob show.May 2016, after a sleepless night in the sweltering heat. There's an air conditioner and neighbour beers in the near future.
Coming round year two in my apartment, which I do love apart from the lack of yard. An undetermined amount of time. Tomorrow, I recommit to the grand madonna lb.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Annual Family Picnic in BB
Re-embracing my dorky do-goodery.
It's like being in Student Council except we meet over drinks.
I think I've got names down: David, Rob, Lauren, James, Owen, Jordan, Katie, Nick, Nick, Kristi, Madison, Me and ____ forget.
It was really cute, we had a relay and jelly bean guessing. I haven't scooped ice cream since I worked at Kusterman's... 3 years ago. Oh boy.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Gull Lake
I swam across Gull Lake yesterday.
Apparently swimming is harder than running.
I really need someone to teach me the proper stroke and breathing method but I made it. Only drowned once.
Oddly there were a million bugs. They don't go after you know. Probably because they know I am an Olympic athletes trainin.
Anyway, the only pic I got to commemorate the moment when my phone died.
Apparently swimming is harder than running.
I really need someone to teach me the proper stroke and breathing method but I made it. Only drowned once.
Oddly there were a million bugs. They don't go after you know. Probably because they know I am an Olympic athletes trainin.
Anyway, the only pic I got to commemorate the moment when my phone died.
117.6
i need a dolla
Flush flush, hunny got a raaaise.
A respectable one, probably of reasonable means. So long as nothing happens to my car, I can survive. That's what my vacay pay is for!
I guess I will be here for another year unless something else comes along. But that's good. I can see where the band goes, get some quality volunteering under my belt, and make some consignment dollars on the side. Plus, I can't leave as an intern. Need some time with a real title, for bragging rights at future (brewery?) positions.
It's good, I have an awesome friendgroup, lakes galore, and breathtaking scenery everywhere I go.
And lots of blackfly bites. It looks like I got tracheotomy. Bugs literally going for my throat.
A respectable one, probably of reasonable means. So long as nothing happens to my car, I can survive. That's what my vacay pay is for!
I guess I will be here for another year unless something else comes along. But that's good. I can see where the band goes, get some quality volunteering under my belt, and make some consignment dollars on the side. Plus, I can't leave as an intern. Need some time with a real title, for bragging rights at future (brewery?) positions.
It's good, I have an awesome friendgroup, lakes galore, and breathtaking scenery everywhere I go.
And lots of blackfly bites. It looks like I got tracheotomy. Bugs literally going for my throat.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Girds Closet
Recently, I've got this crazy notion in my head that I want to open a store. After reviewing my contract at my job at the brewery, it dawned on me that it's going to be a slow transition to even notable means. In fact, the proposition I got was a stagnant one. After a year of busting my butt and taking over my mentor's job, I got offered a goose egg of a raise and thank you in the form of a $250 bonus cheque. It may have well been offered in the form of pennies to really complete the offence.
Anyways, the long weekend offered time to reflect and think and talk to some friends that had started their own business or on their way to. I thought about what would really make me to be happy. Not working away under someone's derisive thumb, who found the suggestion that I receive a sizeable raise towards that of my predecessor laughable and borderline offensive. The suggestion was made that I should be less concerned about my finances in my dedication to the company.
Like give me a break.
So now I'm just fantasizing about using that empty space below my apartment and turning it into a consignment store to offer funky clothes that aren't available at a good price for the youth. Notably, this may be a poor decision to try to attract young customers in a location with an unstable representation of youths. So who knows, maybe I go after the old birds or just use this space as a kind of totem of inspiration and take this elsewhere.
Maybe it's a pipe dream, but I think it's also something I think I'd regret not even trying. I could ask my grandpa to spare some of his lofty allowance on a loan instead of dropping it on whatever gold digger is stroking his ego this month.
I would have a couch with a guitar handy for bored SOs to sit and jam, some cucumber water in a decorative cooler dispenser to keep people lingering. Some suggested coffee, but that's crazy why would I have staining stuff.
There's even a salon next door, where I could redirect traffic. after they're all gussied to find an outfit and feel all nice about themselves. Man, I would love picking out outfits for people and building them up, attending auctions, closings and blowouts. Helping people resell their own stuff would also be nicey.
I was talking to this new pizza store owner that was bragging to me about all the things you didn't actually need to do to start up anything.
Maybe I could start a parasitic pop-up and host it in my apartment.
I'll spend a year planning and researching before I jump into anything. Or this will just be something I think about for a long time while I amass small small savings until the time is right.
In other news, I have to say that while I'm in a relatively good spot, what they said at Sick Kids is true. You never truly get rid of it. It's gotten better, it's changed and mutated, but it's still impacting my life in a negative way and I just can't stand it anymore. I put out feelers to a psych that at least partly deal.It's so hard and stressful that I can't talk to anyone. I feel too ashamed to discuss it with my mom beyond maybe maybe getting her to help me out with the bill. I just don't want her to be sad and worry about me anymore. I don't want to sit down at meals and feel judged or concerned. It's moreso when I'm on my own that there's even a problem. I've called her crying about my other gambit of problems like boys and work. And she's so happy, she gets sad when she can't help. I didn't even realize how upsetting this all is until I sat here to write it down. It's not the disorder that is currently making blubber like a bonehead, but the secrecy the pressure of bottling it up and having no one to walk through it with. I miss Lynne, I always looked so forward to meeting with her.
Anyways, the long weekend offered time to reflect and think and talk to some friends that had started their own business or on their way to. I thought about what would really make me to be happy. Not working away under someone's derisive thumb, who found the suggestion that I receive a sizeable raise towards that of my predecessor laughable and borderline offensive. The suggestion was made that I should be less concerned about my finances in my dedication to the company.
Like give me a break.
So now I'm just fantasizing about using that empty space below my apartment and turning it into a consignment store to offer funky clothes that aren't available at a good price for the youth. Notably, this may be a poor decision to try to attract young customers in a location with an unstable representation of youths. So who knows, maybe I go after the old birds or just use this space as a kind of totem of inspiration and take this elsewhere.
Maybe it's a pipe dream, but I think it's also something I think I'd regret not even trying. I could ask my grandpa to spare some of his lofty allowance on a loan instead of dropping it on whatever gold digger is stroking his ego this month.
I would have a couch with a guitar handy for bored SOs to sit and jam, some cucumber water in a decorative cooler dispenser to keep people lingering. Some suggested coffee, but that's crazy why would I have staining stuff.
There's even a salon next door, where I could redirect traffic. after they're all gussied to find an outfit and feel all nice about themselves. Man, I would love picking out outfits for people and building them up, attending auctions, closings and blowouts. Helping people resell their own stuff would also be nicey.
I was talking to this new pizza store owner that was bragging to me about all the things you didn't actually need to do to start up anything.
Maybe I could start a parasitic pop-up and host it in my apartment.
I'll spend a year planning and researching before I jump into anything. Or this will just be something I think about for a long time while I amass small small savings until the time is right.
In other news, I have to say that while I'm in a relatively good spot, what they said at Sick Kids is true. You never truly get rid of it. It's gotten better, it's changed and mutated, but it's still impacting my life in a negative way and I just can't stand it anymore. I put out feelers to a psych that at least partly deal.It's so hard and stressful that I can't talk to anyone. I feel too ashamed to discuss it with my mom beyond maybe maybe getting her to help me out with the bill. I just don't want her to be sad and worry about me anymore. I don't want to sit down at meals and feel judged or concerned. It's moreso when I'm on my own that there's even a problem. I've called her crying about my other gambit of problems like boys and work. And she's so happy, she gets sad when she can't help. I didn't even realize how upsetting this all is until I sat here to write it down. It's not the disorder that is currently making blubber like a bonehead, but the secrecy the pressure of bottling it up and having no one to walk through it with. I miss Lynne, I always looked so forward to meeting with her.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Monday, May 2, 2016
A month of music and moves
It's times like these that make me step back and think holy cow, I'm gonna blink and be 50. We got to play the Roots North Musical Festival with a couple great acts two Saturdays ago. Slocan Ramblers and Old Man Luedecke are my new obsession. Such great artists, but alas on an all-American tour for the next little while.
Before we played Beer, Bourbon & BBQ, I walked into the shop and was greeted by a team of Girdwoods! The honour is due a ten-fold salute.
This was a wicked fun time, even though some of the white hairs couldn't really stand the big sound of the brewery acoustics. The chef, Terry, from Fork in the Road was already a big fan of the Currie's shop and loved the show. Even our head brewer was raving. Terry kindly whipped up some insanely good veggie fair for the 3/4 vegetarians in the group. I forgot how good he was at foods. So fully bellies, beer for me mates and $50 later was a good tradeoff.
Over the past month, we've been ruining everyone's facebook feed with self-promotion of our place in CBC Searchlight. 250 out of 1400 bands were selected for the next round and we're crossing our fingers that we'll be number one in our region, Central Ontario. We topped it in the judge's panels, but not most popular public vote (meh). A good friend of mine made up this video in time for submission: thanks dude, you're KILLER.
And today, my friend miss Kaitlyn has officially moved to Bracebridge for the summer! We probably got into too much trouble over the month that she lived with me, but I think the separate housing will soften the calamity.
And today, my friend miss Kaitlyn has officially moved to Bracebridge for the summer! We probably got into too much trouble over the month that she lived with me, but I think the separate housing will soften the calamity.
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