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“Anti-Bullying Day is a celebration of those who take action to stop bullies in our schools and around the province,” Premier Gordon Campbell said in a statement. Source: The Vancouver Sun
People are urged to wear pink to show support for the anti-bullying movement which started when a boy in Nova Scotia got taunted at school for wearing a pink shirt, inspiring his friends to show their support by wearing pink.
I’m wearing pink today as yes, a nod to Anti-Bullying day, but also in support of a broader vision – that everyone would consciously contribute to a world of love and kindness not only for our kids but for everyone.
Cheesy? Maybe. Sincere?
And after that, I dare you to NOT have Michael Jackson’s Heal the World running through your head for the rest of the day.
Speaking of wedding nightmares, I stumbled upon this gem tonight: tackyweddings.wordpress.com. Even my oh-so-overactive-imagination couldn’t come up with some of these outrageous wedding boo-boos.
Brides beware: this may open your eyes to even MORE potential wedding disasters than you could ever think up yourself, so peruse at your own risk.
Note to non-brides: you will very likely think this is HILARIOUS. Enjoy.
Rob left for Whistler today (for work but yes I’m sure he’ll fit a little fun in there) and so while I was cooking dinner tonight, instead of the usual pish-boom-bah video game noises or Law & Order grotessity for background noise, I flipped to one of my all-time fave shows, Pilot Guides. And lookee here! It was a special on Madagascar.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you remember a memory you had all but forgotten? And it resurfaces like a deep-sea diver, slowly, carefully, until it reaches the surface and then, it’s so strange and other-worldly that you hardly believe it’s a memory at all? It seems like something that you perhaps imagined, after too much daydreaming… (or too many episodes of Pilot Guides and Don’t Forget Your Passport).
Watching this show, murky memories of my own visit to this mysterious land resurfaced. And all of a sudden I remembered…
…waking up at the crack of dawn to follow our guide into the jungle to gaze in wonder at wild lemurs…
…lounging on utterly pristine, deserted beaches bordered with water the color of topaz and knowing we were probably among a dozen white people to have visited Ile Sainte Marie that year…
… driving along red, red roads with potholes that came almost to my knees…
… driving by people trudging along roads in the middle of nowhere, carrying poles with stacks of bananas at each end…
… being accosted by the sight of corrugated metal shacks juxtaposed with gigantic billboards advertising L’Oreal mascara in Antananarivo…
… sleeping swathed in mosquito nets and waking up in the night and reaching for a bottle of water only to realize just in time that a HUMONGOUS cockroach had claimed it as his resting place for the night…
…being toted around a once-grand-but-now-crumbly town (was it Toamasina?) in a pousse-pousse…
…renting bicycles from some semi-shady character (he said it was his friend’s bike?) and being followed by intensely curious yet intensely shy Malagasy kids who didn’t understand the concept of chewing the gum we gave them (I hope they didn’t have stomach aches because of us)…
… seeing vanilla growing on the vine…
… accidentally coming across a funeral procession (Malagasy remove ancestors from their tombs, dress them in fresh shrouds and party with them all night long once every few years)…
…following some entrepreneurial kids who gave us a guided tour of authentic pirate graves adorned with faded cross n’bones tombstones…
…trying to shoo semi-tame lemurs away from the jam pot as we tried to eat breakfast on the beach at a super-luxurious resort on the east coast…
Was it really me who saw all these things? It seems so long ago. I guess six years, when they’re packed with adventures and memories, can seem like sixty.
They’re memories I treasure. And I love dusting them off every so often – in fact, it’s necessary, to keep them alive.
And that grunting sound a lemur makes?
It’s one that buries itself in your mind, but you never really forget it.
Last night I had my first ever nightmare about our wedding.
I dreamed that instead of the fall like we’re planning, we decided to move it up to April – two months away. I frantically tried to plan a tropical getaway and we ended up on some deserted island that everyone had a hard time getting to. But the worst part is that all of a sudden my heart stopped as I realized my wedding dress would not be ready in time for the wedding! The biggest chunk of the dream involved me making frantic phone calls, pleading with the dressmakers to please rush the dress because oh my gosh, what was I going to do without my dress?!? There was a moment of gigantic relief when my dress arrived in a big box and I was ecstatic -until I put it on and instead of the gorgeousity I ordered in December with Patti, the dress wasn’t my dress at all. It sort of looked like the same design (I’d tell ya but it’s a secret!), but it was made of plastic that looked like those bags that sliced bread comes in!!! I almost passed out.
Then I woke up, my heart pounding.
Is this what I have to look forward to for the next 10 months?
What’s the hidden message here? Or was I just really hungry for a sandwich?
For those of you who are interested, yes, the date is coming SOON. I’ll send out an email with a link to our wedding blog where all the details will be posted so you can stop wondering and start booking your vacation days off work.
Speaking of wedding blogs, my book club pals Nadine and Sze have started their own hilarious wedding blog called The Adventures of Bride #1 and Bride #2. It’s a charming mix of really insightful wedding tips and hilarity. Go check it out and tell ‘em I sent ya.
I have it on pretty good authority (i.e. the clerk at the Sephora in Florida told Kym and so it MUST be true… dear Lord, let it be true…!!!!) that Sephora is coming to Vancouver.
This summer. Pacific Centre. I hope.
Heavens, I haven’t been this excited since I heard the New Kids on the Block are getting back together. Oh right, that wasn’t too long ago. Well, still.
Oh Sephora, dear Sephora. You draw me in like a magnet and I flit from shelf to shelf to stoke the fire of my desire with fabulous glittery Fresh eyeshadows, buttery Bombshell lip glosses and glowing Nars blushes. I’m like a diabetic in a sugar-free chocolate store; like a butterfly with ADD in Buchart Gardens; like Rob in EB Games when they’re having a 2 for 1 Xbox game blow-out.
And dear, sweet Sephora, how you love me back. Like that time I ordered that Diorshow mascara from you online and you sent me an email thanking me for my order and called me “gorgeous”. Or how you remembered my birthday and not only sent me an email but gave me a gift – a free luxurious 1.7 oz tube of Naked Body Butter which my sister-in-law in Calgary had to pick up since, alas, you have not yet graced us with your presence here in Vancouver.
But that is (hopefully!) about to change.
And halleluja to that.
UPDATE: Apparently I was a little optimistic and Sephora is NOT coming to Vancouver any time soon.