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I have an Anne of Green Gables calendar pinned to the wall of my cubicle at work.
I bought it in P.E.I. last summer. I’m sentimental, I know.
It serves as a daily reminder of the dream-come-true holiday that my boyfriend (now fiance) whisked me away on… and that I’ll never ever forget until the day I die (and probably even afterwards).
I don’t know if you realize the importance of that trip, even if I spent a whole day trying to describe it to you. Let’s just say it was years and years and years worth of day-dreaming come true.
According to that calendar on my cubicle wall, almost twenty years, in fact. Twenty years since I fell in love with Anne Shirley of Green Gables fame.
And TODAY, it’s been one hundred years since that red-headed snippet was ‘born’.
June 10, 1908 – that’s the day that Anne of Green Gables was published.
At least, according to my “official” Anne of Green Gables calendar, that is. According to this article,
“She arrived on the Island on June 20, 1908, not in a carriage from the train station, but in a small parcel from the local post office, postmarked “Boston.” In it was the first copy of Anne of Green Gables [...]“
Whatever the actual date, the fact remains that Anne turns 100 years old this year. One hundred years of delighting girls and boys, women (and possibly even men) all over the globe with her enchanting ways and beguiling charm.
I, for one, have been fundamentally affected by the writings of L.M. Montgomery. Reading those books… living them… has, in no small way, defined the woman I am today.
It gave me great satisfaction to be able to tell Lucy Maud this last August, as I stood over her grave in Cavendish, P.E.I.
I like to think she knows.
At any rate, the evidence of it is in my heart.
I dedicate this month to Lucy, and to Anne.
I have much to say about both, so stay tuned.
When was the last time you giggled in delight?
Me? It was about 30 seconds ago, as I was watching this:
God, I LOVE this napkin song!!! It makes me deliriously happy. I actually chortled when the security guy walked onto the scene.
As seen on BoingBoing. More info on the Improv Anywhere blog.
I’m trying to keep my mind off the wedding since things aren’t going quite as smoothly as I had hoped. <sigh>
So instead, I’m trying to think of all the things I’m grateful for lately. One of them is my weekend away in Whistler weekend before last.
Ah, Whistler.
When most people think of Whistler, they think of pristine mountains, the exhilarating feeling of being at the very top of the run, the swoosh-swoosh of their skies as they cut through the crisp white hill.
Until that weekend, for me Whistler meant a change of scenery, a relaxing getaway hanging out at coffee shops, strolling through the village and shopping, and watching the truly cool people who have the authentic-looking lift passes dangling from their zippers.
But now I TOO HAVE SEEN THE VIEW FROM THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN.
What’s more, I have lived to tell about it!
As many of you know, me and skiing go together like a paper cut and lemon juice. I made a feeble attempt at it last year to disastrous, whiplashy results.
But this time, I had help…
The highlight of my lovely weekend had to do with snow… a tall order considering I had so much fun already hanging out in Whistler village with my homie Azi (lattes and shopping and martinis, oh my!). Oh and did I mention that I spent a considerable amount of time getting pruney in the hot tub on the balcony of our kick-a$$ suite at the Sundial boutique hotel? Um, yeah. So that should give you an idea of exactly how much fun we had…
… riding the Sno-Limo!
That’s right, people. LIMO. Cause even when I’m making a fool of myself, I do it in style.
So what’s Sno-Limo? Basically it’s a tour you can rent where they strap you into a chair on skis and a hot Danish guy (in my case, anyways) steers you down Whistler mountain, pausing here and there to allow you to soak in the majestic beauty you’d have never otherwise been able to see. Yes yes, it’s true… I also got the feeling that the majority of their customers were old people and those who did not have the use of their legs. But Azi and I consider ourselves part of that latter category… and our hilarious guides were clearly thrilled to tease us about our youthful non-skiing status the whole way down.
But it was phenomenal.
It almost made me want to ski!! Almost. ‘Cause how do you go from sitting like a sultan, all cosy and warm and being chauffeured around the mountain, to getting all sweaty and tired doing it yourself on your own two feet??
Exactly.
Here’s just a taste of it for you. (I hope you appreciate it… my hand almost froze off holding that dang camera. It’s cooooold up there!!)
Sno-Limo offers tours at Whistler, Big White, Sun Peaks and Grouse Mountain, BC for about $90 per person for an hour. Call 1-888-568-5466 or visit www.sno-limo.com.
I have several blogs in my Google Reader that I read every day, because they’re funny, well-written, passionate or just plain bizarre (sometimes all at once!).
The annual Canadian Blog Awards has just announced its finalists for 2007 – go check out the list and maybe you’ll find a new blog to love. Some of my favorites are in there. (And don’t forget to vote).
You can also go ahead and click on one of the links in the left column of my blog to see some other sites that I like a lot.
And of course, if you know of one you think is cool, leave a comment or drop me a line at purplegables at gmail dot com.
After years and years of torture wearing specs that were as big as garbage lids, I finally go and get laser eye surgery only to find out – a mere 4 weeks later – that big, ugly, 80s-style glasses are back in fashion?!
Dang, I missed my chance to shine!
Quick… someone tell Sally Jessy Rafael.
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