Yesterday, I spent a whole day getting to and from a mine site for a tour. I guess I always thought mines were like what I saw in cartoons...always underground, dark...and kind of like that ride at Disneyland.

Anyway, we went to Highland Valley Copper for a visit yesterday. It was nothing like the cartoons! They do open pit mining...the site was amazing. I haven't had a chance to upload my photos yet. It was like looking at miniature canyons. It was a very interesting learning experience. Not only did we see the mines but we also went into the mill where they process the ore. And it was neat to see the land after the mine was not used anymore. Lots of wildlife and flora and fauna there!

This morning I had an email from The Eater in my Inbox -- at least that's the nickname I think I gave him. I've looked back on old blog posts during a time when I was dating a lot, and every guy had a nickname. I don't remember a lot of these people but I sure picked some good names! (Who was Mr. Lips?)

I do remember The Eater even if that wasn't his name because he was kind of annoying. And I really wanted to like him, too, but things just didn't click for me.

Last night was a last minute work dinner, and I went in my glasses, greasy hair, cargo pants and all. I kind of forgot we had some important poeple coming in from some of our other offices.

The weekend was T's birthday. She had two kids now: 22 months and 5 months. Seeing her so happy with kids almost makes me feel more comfortable with the thought of having kids. (I really don't want to be pregnant or give birth...BWAHAHA) But her eldest is an absolute terror...watching him is a good form of birth control.

You know, I'd really like to have a family of my own. I find myself thinking about these things more often lately. I'm almost scared to admit. Actually, I am.

Mr. Nick was using his bathroom at my place on the weekend and pointed out the upstairs suite had a leak of some sort.

There is a dried up wet streak (kind of yellow-ish) going from the ceiling to pretty much the floor, and where the wall meets the ceiling, it's all puffy. But it's all dry.

*sigh*

Now I will have to go upstairs and ask my neighbours if they recentlly had a flood of some sort. And then I will have to notify my strata council. But what if they say nothing happened? Who do I get to fix these kind of things? 

UGH!

When I was at Trader Joe's weeks ago, I bought their flatbread and Mediterranean hummus. They are delicious together. The hummus was sell by Aug 2, and the flatbread was sell by July 16. It's July 26...I decided to try the flatbread yesterday -- yummy! I wasn't sure if it was still good because of the way it looked, but I ate it anyway. Then today, I saw a spot of turquoise mould. Good bye, flatbread :(

And I am not sure of hummus' shelf life. I should look it. There are specks on the hummus, but I don't know if it's mould or a garnish? I thought I'd keep eating with some (crispy) flatbread I got from Costco, but that's quite old too. It even smells stale.

I had my first hypnotherapy session today. I'm not sure what I think. I went in with an open mind and now I am going to have to continue to believe. One of the books I read, there was a story about a man who had unexplained neck pain. When he revisited a past life, it turns out he was stabbed in the neck and killed. The hypnotherapist I saw said she had a client who had neck pain, and in a past life, he was hit by shrapnel. The thing with revisiting past lives is that when you revisit a negative situation, you relive that experience, and the negative energy that went with it dissipates.

In my first session, we worked on relaxing and my self-esteem. She says I didn't fall asleep, but sometimes I think I did. 

I am always logging into my bank account to check on my accounts.

I noticed there were two charges from the same restaurant that I ate at least weekend. One was for $80 and the other was for $0.69. I am not sure what the second charge was for, but I called up Visa and told them that that 69 cent charge was not authorized!

So...I got my 69 cents credited back to me.

Everyone is trying to rip me off cents at a time.

Yesterday, I was just so exhausted and I thought my throat was a little scratchy, so I went crazy on the Vitamin C just in case I was coming down with a cold.

Since I was too lazy to get some water for my last two tablets, I thought I would eat them like lozenges. It probably would have been better even if I chewed them up, but no...I just let them dissolve in my month. In the process, I lost a chunk of my tongue!! Or maybe a large area of taste buds. 

It hurtsth. I hope my tongue recovers soon. There is a bright pink patch on my otherwise rather pale tongue.

Last night, we went and checked out the fireworks. It was show with a Godzilla theme...whatever that means. I don't know the story of Godzilla, and the music wasn't overly dramatic which made the show a bit boring for me.

But what ruined the show for me was a group of women sitting next to me, especially the one rightnexttome. They showed up late with their coffees and stinky cheap perfume and sat down. The last one to arrive almost sat on top of me when sitting down. Her jacket kept touching me. She was sitting close enough to be a friend. If we both sat with our legs crossed, our thighs would have been on top of each other.

So there was music to go with the show, but I could no longer hear it because this woman talked through the WHOLE show. ``Wow, look at that! Wow! That is beautiful! Wow! Wow! Wow! That is sooooo big! Wow, those are two circles!`` I mean seriously, woman...the fireworks are in the sky and everyone can see them...we don`t need the play-by-play. She had a comment after every single blast...no exaggeration.

And then she lit up her cigarette when the show was two thirds over...She wasn`t really smoking it and just kept it lit and stinking up the area. And the breeze was blowing her cigarette smoke towards me. UGH!

Thanks for ruining my experience, bitch!

Yesterday was Mr. Nick's niece's birthday.

I should have taken it as a sign when there were no "You're 10!" birthday cards in the store (9, yes! 11, yes!). Mr. Nick thought his niece was turning 10 because "that's what she told me!". Yesterday, after the gift was wrapped and the card was signed, we found out that she was turning 9. I wrote in my card "Happy birthday! You've officially made it to the double digits!"

*panic*

I changed the card to "You've almost officially made it to..." BWAHAHA Crisis averted.

But when she got to my card, Mr. Nick's dad goes..."Why don't you read out the card!" Of all the luck...nobody else's card get read out. BWAHAHAA At least I won't have a problem remembering how old she is turning next year.

And there's an update on the "pregnant man" . He gave birth to a girl naturally and he was able to carry the baby to term. What part of him makes him a man?

My eyes have been sooo try lately. Maybe I will have to consider getting punctal plugs and drink more water. It didn't help that I went somewhere fairly dry for the weekend.

Mr. Nick and I went away for the weekend to his cousin's wedding. To my pleasant surprise, I had a good time. BWAHAHA You just never know with attending someone else's family events. I was also the only non-white person there. I hadn't had that kind of experience in a long time. His family is really nice, but I did get one ... interesting... question. "Your dress is beautiful. Did you get it when you went back home to China?" ... There is no back home to China for me. BWAHAHA China isn't my home, and it never has been.

We left right after work Friday and stayed at my uncle's home. Maybe I get my pack rat genes from my mom's side of the family. They looked like they were just moving in (or out). Boxes of stuff and piles of things were EVERYWHERE! And it was a big house, too. We went for brunch in the morning. I think the next time we'll all be together is in Hong Kong for my cousin's wedding in March next year? My cousin the princess already has plans to do stuff when we're there together.

... I love her to pieces but can only take so much of her. And she is really white-washed. I don't think I could do my usual stuff in HK with her. She doesn't seem to be very adventurous when it comes to eating, and she also said, "you're not just going to shop, are you? I don't really like shopping." Shopping is a huge part of my time in Hong Kong. I tend to replace my wardrobe during these trips! MWUAHHAA But also, I was hoping to just hang out a lot with Mr. Nick as if we were on a private vacation.

The wedding was really nice, and it was located in a very picturesque place in the mountains...lots of lush green and the weather couldn't have been more cooperative. Well, maybe a breeze would have been helpful. I got a little sunburnt.  I cried when the bride came out with her arms linked with both her parents. I think I was a little sad. And then I cried again when the groom read his vows. He wrote them himself. *swoon*

The reception was nice, too (but salad and carrots were the only vegetables available...bleh!). The speeches were pretty good. The brought tears to Mr. Nick's eyes (but not mine). It really annoys me when people write whole speeches down and then they just read them out. I have a difficult time paying attention to those. Anyhow, everything was really well put together.

I played this game called Bones for the first time. Sometime told me it was really big in the prairies. The game was originally played with horse ankle bones?! Anyway, this game is played with 2 teams of 4, and the point of the game is to knock down the other team's bones. It was a lot of fun! The wedding and its surrounding festivities were fun, too!

We flew home early Monday morning. It was 3:15 Vancouver time when we had to wake up and drive to the airport. As soon as we got home, we went to work. I could barely function!

I didn't get a hairy back and start walking on all fours but it was a full moon yesterday.

I was feeling extremely anxious yesterday, but I couldn't explain it. I was just emotional and didn't know how to calm myself down or something! So I decided to find out when the next full moon. Turns out it was yesterday.

I'm interested in mine. I think whatever lessons I didn't learn back then...I'd like to learn now. I want to learn from my past.

I've been slightly inspired by a book I've almost finished reading.

I'll probably be going to a session of regression therapy relatively soon. I don't even know what area I want to start with. Grief? Anger? Sadness? My walls?

The fleshy part of my throat is sore today. That wouldn't be happening if I had longer arms! I bought a new printer yesterday. It was really awkward to lift because the box was so big. I dropped it a couple of times, and one time it kind of bounced back and slammed me in the throat :-/

Nobody touch my Adam's apple!

I met up with a new trainer yesterday. She gave me a kinetic chain assessment and a hormonal balance test (body fat test). I was going to write all about it, but I am too tired.

I did take out my navel piercing though. I've never really liked it, but I think I just needed an excuse to take it out. The trainer advised me to take out all my body piercings because they make your body hold in toxins. I haven't seen my belly button in a long time. It was weird. I only had my navel piercing for 8 years?!

I am not ready to give up the nipple yet though, but I think that is just a matter of time.

I wonder why ear piercings are okay?

That's what my dad's status was when he did his taxes. I hope that's the info my uncle got (he's an accountant and did my dad's taxes) and not something he assumed. I also hope that status is legally binding!

I couldn't sleep last night, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I haven't worked out since last Thursday (and no workouts this week. Ugh! Having to come in to work early every day this week and having things go on after work leaves me no time for the gym). And then I started reading _Twilight_. I can't put it down! It's pretty well-written and is cheesey in some parts, but very entertaining!

So this weekend, my girl friends and I went down to Leavenworth, Washington for the stagette. (Okay, you Americans...a stagette is the same thing as a bachelorette party...Europeans and Australians, it's a hen party! BWAHAHA Whenever we told people we were there for a stagette, we got blank stares.)

Leavenworth is this town that has a real German/Bavarian flair. You can almost imagine you're in Germany. The decor of this tourist town is quite quaint...lots of shops and lots of restaurants serving bratwurst and schnitzel. Everything is "Haus of..." Or "Der..." Even Subway and Starbucks had to bend to their decor of the village.

We left Friday evening and it took 4 hours to get there. Our hotel reservation was actually very spacious. I thought it was weird we were in a residential neighbourhood, but it looked our hotel room was the top floor of a duplex, so we had 4 bedrooms, a full kitchen, a big deck, and all the amenities of a house. The whole theme of the hotel was teddy bears...so the house was decorated with them all over the place. We were also very close to the village.

Highlights:

The bride had a great time! She wants to go back there for another girls' weekend...
My penis cake went over extremely well! (It was the worst cake I'd ever baked in terms of quality. Everyone just gobbled up the frosting made from shortening. EW!)
It was kind of relaxing. We browsed shops and sat at the beach and just hung out on the deck in the evenings.
We got in some dancing (who'da known there'd be a DJ "late" at night playing reggae in a beer garden?)
Lots of girl talk.
We made it to Trader Joe's on the way back!

Lowlights:

The two organizers did not pay extra for ANYTHING. They didn't bring anything extra either. Okay, Bridezilla bought some snacks, I guess.

Poo paid for everyone's breakfast the first morning. The Godmother brought goodie bags for everyone that had penis balloons, body spray, condoms, lube, penis candles, penis lollipops, etc. I brought the cake (which took me 1.5 hours to put together) and paid for the bride-to-be's breakfast on the last morning. The three of us paid for her dinner. The bride paid for gas on the way home. She felt she duped us all. Maybe she felt bad because the main organizer kept talking about how cheap our hotel room was, and she also tried talking the bride-to-be out of going out for breakfast on the last morning. "I want to go for waffles!" "Well...I wanted to cook us breakfast so we could save money."

Nothing was really organized either. 

We rushed around trying to fit everything in. But in the end, we did a little bit of everything except going tubing down the river.

It was a fun weekend!

Turns out Cindy is trying to get extra copies of my dad's death certificate for herself, or asking for a couple out of what I should be getting. I mean really...what does she need them for? Back in the spring, she had asked for one as if it was for sentimental reasons. But now that she wants two copies? Too suspicious.

I'm not sure if the agent told my family about her request, or if she actually said something to my aunt. I think the former is true.

I had a good stagette (aka bachelorette) party this weekend...more on that later. Having my cousin call me literally right before I left and during my trip to discuss these matters really put a damper on my getaway. I mean I was only gone for one full day. First, it was to tell me what Cindy was trying to do. Second, it was a strong recommendation that I get a lawyer to draft a letter saying only my aunt or cousin can obtain my father's death certificate.

What I am uncomfortable is that this was a whole telephone game thing. Did you ever play that game as a kid? One person comes up with a sentence and whispers it into someone's ear. Then that person whispers what they think they heard into the following person's ear, and so on. At the last person, he says out loud what the sentence is. It's always something totally different from what the first person said.

My cousin told me that Auntie #5 called Auntie #3 who told my cousin to tell me that #5 is highly suspicious that Cindy is going to do something later on and that I should get a letter written. I don't know why #5 would come up with something like that out of the blue. Did she talk to Cindy? And why didn't she say something to me directly.

I hate having all this family involved...having #5 call me regularly to be nice to Cindy as to not piss her off so she doesn't get all mad and greedy...Did that really do anything? Not really. Right now, I'm just playing it cool with Cindy and being the same as I was before. #3 who didn't want to finish taking care of the details in the first place so I had to leave it to Cindy after I left Hong Kong. It would have really helped if I didn't have to rely on Cindy in the first place. She is still holding on to my Dad's (cancelled) passport and his Hong Kong ID, too.

CALLIPYGIAN

I love this word!! LOVE IT!

It means "having well-shaped buttocks". (_)_)

It's from Greek! calli- (beautiful) + pyge (buttocks)

I love subscribing to Wordsmith's mailing list!!

Everyone can kiss my callipygian ass!!

There is a woman I have to work with, and she isn't very pleasant...I guess being stressed makes her sour. Because she is ALWAYS busy and ALWAYS has a pile of work to do and it takes GREAT effort to SQUEEZE you into her busy schedule.

I organized a lunch for my coworker who went on mat leave, and this woman decided she couldn't make the lunch after all. She did tell my departing coworker, but I would have appreciated if she told me too? What do you do when you organize an outing for people in your company and then one person doesn't show up with no explanation? (I wonder if she had really planned on attending at all. She was invited to another group function and she looked really uncomfortable at even the thought of going, so she declined.)

Anyway, I was just on the phone organizing another company outing, and this woman came in and just stood in front of me at my desk..watching...and waiting for me to hang up.

Yesterday, I sent her an .htm file that is required for the Web site. Maybe she doesn't know HTML very well. That's the only thing I can think of. Anyhow, I sent her the .htm file and I also copied the code into the body of the email. She came by without a hello or a thanks (she has never ever said thank you for anything that's done for her) and told me to send her the output of the .htm file in the body of an email.

Look lady, you could have saved yourself the 3 minutes of your day by opening up the attachment in a web browser and copying the text yourself.

Also, last week I sent her email about setting up a meeting to discuss the content of the .htm file, and she didn't even reply to it. By the time I could no longer wait for a reply, I went to her office directly, and asked about setting up a meeting. "Oh, I'm really busy...I can only fit you in tomorrow morning."

And then earlier this week, the final wording of a file that was for part of the completion of a project was dependent on some information from her. I called her in the morning and left a voice mail since she was on the phone. She didn't call me back or send me an email or anything. I had to go to her office AGAIN later that afternoon and ask her about it. "Oh right...that...I'll send you the information."

Would it kill you to be just a *little* helpful?

(*teehee* She just sent a thank you email since I made her look like an idiot. I forwarded the email I sent her yesterday that she should have passed on to the web guy and CCed her on it. But I also innocently said, "Here's the content for the Update page. You can also open the .htm in a Web browser and copy the test from there." BWAHAHHAA AHAHAA)

Apparently there's an event in NY where people run in high heels. That is the stupidest thing I have heard!

Well, stupid only because high heels are so bad for the foot and running in them can't possibly be good for your body. 

Or unless you're a ballet dancer? I hear that ballet dancers are more comfortable in heels from being on their toes all the time.

Oh, I just found out that the temp in the office is here on a work visa from the USA...might that explain her disposition? ;-) Just kidding, my American dears.

As soon as I do my usual workouts, I burn a lot more, and I am constantly hungry. I hadn't prepared very well for this increased hunger. And since I unexpectedly didn't go home last night, there was no food I could really grab to bring to work.

I hate being hungry!

As I get older, my palate has become more Asian, I think. Last night's dinner consisted of:

-steak (I had about 4 oz. max and that was more than enough. I hate chewing on steak. I don't know if it's the texture or flavour or what. Steak really bores me. But last night's steak was okay -- very tender and flavourless)

- carrots (I hate carrots, especially raw. I don't like the taste. And I probably hate them because they're not a green vegetable. I also got some funky allergic reaction to carrots (or something in the carrots) a few years back)

-salad (I hate salad, too. There is just not enough nutrition in lettuce. I like my vegetables cooked.)

-pasta salad and bread (tasty but I am trying to keep consumption of those kinds of carbs low)

Regardless of my palate, I will always disregard everything for dessert!! There was some delicious angel food cake with berries and whipped cream.

One of my most popular blog posts was about my experience with a guy running a laser clinic. Too bad my post about my chiropractic experiences don't come up in Google searches! All shoddy practictioners of any sort should be revealed!

I am in desperate need of some legal advice from a wills and estate lawyer. I have so many questions about how to deal with Cindy. Yesterday when I dropped by, of course there was no Nintendo. But she also didn't want to give up my dad's email printouts. Technically, they are my dad's emails, but she was the one who had sent them to him. I was over there to get those emails. "They are personal." The email exchange was a heated argument back in the day. Cindy says she got rid of all her emails, but as she was holding the stack of my dad's email printouts, she kind of clutched them to her chest and smiled "but he kept them all!" Like..."he kept all those emails...he must have loved me!" Is everything in my dad's home mine? I would also like her to be paying the bills, but if I have her pay the bills, is it a legal sign that she has business to be doing anything like that? I don't want any appearances that she has any right to living in my dad's place as if it was her own.

And I am soooo hungry right now. I forgot to replenish my stash of almonds at work!

Don't be upset my ass!

My dad specifically said he didn't want Cindy's kids living in his home after he passed.

The first thing she did when she came back to Vancouver was to tell her son to move into my dad's place and she brought her daughter, too. It's fine that she wants the support of her children in her time of grief, but 1. Her son had his own place and could have had his sister stay there. 2. Cindy has her own place, and her tenant already moved out.

First, she was all gung ho about buying my dad's place, and when I brought up that my dad didn't want anyone sharing his home, she said this was only temporary, meaning that eventually, his condo would be hers anyway and that her kids would only be disrespecting my father's wishes for a few months.

Well, her daughter has decided to be "helpful" in clearing out her stuff...and my dad's stuff. I DO NOT like her dealing with any of my dad's belongings. 

I was all set to go get my Dad's Nintendo for my uncle when I go visit in a couple of weeks. I told Cindy that I was going to pick it up. She hasn't said that it's gone, but she apologized and told me that her daughter was only trying to be helpful and thought it was Cindy's. So it sounds like my dad's Nintendo is gone. 

It also sounds like she is reconsidering purchasing my dad's place and is taking him up on his offer to live in it rent-free.

Do I still have to play nice? Right now, I'd really like her to move out or buy my dad's place. And I hope to never have to deal with her again. I also feel like I'm letting down my dad somehow.

Don't stop smiling on the account of me! BWAHAHAA

I know I've been grumpy for the last several months, and I expect to stay that way until my dad's estate is sorted out. But everyone else around me should be happy, happy, happy! And they should be cheering me up, too!

Anyway, our receptionist at work (BFH -- bitch from hell as a coworker likes to call her) is on vacation. (I can't believe she's worked at the company for 20 years!!). A temp has been hired to take her place. I always thought people doing reception work should have some people skills...or has their job brought them down? Maybe the temp is shy. She never smiles. She didn't even respond the last couple of times I said "hi." (I tend to give up on trying to be nice to people if they can't even acknowledge me in return.)This morning, she dropped off something at my desk -- came in quickly into my office, dropped off my package on the corner of my desk, and scurried away.

Oh dear. Maybe she is mute...But how does she answer the phones?

Yesterday, while I was getting gas I noticed the gas jockey on his cell phone while pumping gas for a customer.

Is there really a danger to using a cell phone near gas pumps?

There was a no cell phones sign on the pump, and he was also taking a personal call while serving a customer. I checked the gas station's Web site, and there is an email address. Since I have nothing better to do, I'm going to send them an email with a photo of the gas jockey on the phone and working. Yes, I snapped a photo. I wonder if the quality was any good. I wanted to be quick.

And I am falling behind on my TV watching. It is a sign there is too much going on. I didn't get a chance to watch last week's So You Think You Can Dance, and I won't be able to watch this week's either. I need a vacation.

The stagette weekend is coming up quickly...

Bring a bathing suit? No, thanks! I don't have one that fits right now.

Leave at 6 pm sharp? I don't usually get home from work until 6:30.

Bake a penis cake. I am giving up an assessment with a trainer for this?!

I'm sure I'll have a great time once I get there, but at this point, I am not too fond of the logistics. And to top it off, I will be missing the premier of the next Big Brother!!

And I hate not knowing how much this weekend is going to cost me. "We're going to try to keep the cost to about $200/person." I'll be very surprised if that's going to happen, considering the hosts don't appear to paying more than anyone else. I think that's what bugs me the most -- they want to host an event but they don't want to spend the money. They are even taking money from the bride-to-be! "She insisted!" Baaah! Give me a break.

Edit: The upside is that I will get to spend some time with women and I will be going to Trader Joe's!!

I have always found it really hard to forgive. How does one do it?? Someone may repeatedly say, "I'm sorry" to me, but often those words mean nothing to me. Well, might say "okay," but I still harbour a grudge. I hate to admit this, but it's true! It's like...why did you have to do something that required an apology in the first place?

I've decided that when my contract ends with my job, I'm going to travel cross-Canada by train! It's always been a desire of mine to go across Canada, and when my contract expires, my time off won't be limited.  Hopefully by then, my dad's estate will have settled and I will have a bit more money.

So much discussion can come out of this...So the female man gave birth (speaking of gender, I hate when forms ask for your "gender" rather than "sex") to a daughter. The birth was reportedly natural and not done by C-section.

So this female man born with female sex organs decided that all he'd do is take hormones and have his breasts removed in order to live as a man. He kept his original sex organs in order to have children.

After I read the ABC News article , all I could wonder was what was his sex life with his wife like? From the waist down, they're both women. That could be kind of hot. 

And since he is taking hormones, does he get stinky and sweaty like a man? (I can smell my coworker on really warm days and we sit a few meters apart.) Some dudes have the worst BO. Or would taking hormones not do anything to his glands? And shouldn't he have stopped taking male hormones while being pregnant or to get pregnant?? Did he just not shave to keep his beard? And did his facial hair stop growing??

Does he have his period right now?

I am so curious!

Just like the ones in the Peanuts cartoons when adults are talking.

Auntie #5 called this morning to give me some "friendly" advice. I love her dearly but at this point, she needs to mind her own business. She was calling to tell me how to talk to Cindy and what to say to her!

"When you call her, act nice. Start with 'How are you?' Pretend you care!"

@#$! It really annoys me because she obviously has no idea what kind of interaction I've been having with Cindy. We talk about once a week, and I give her any updates I have. (She's the one who has been less open!) And I don't ask people how they're doing if I am not interested in their answers.

This aunt is all concerned that Cindy may drag on any estate business. Everyone just assumes she has a right to my dad's estate. I don't understand why. I am not going to make any assumptions until I get some answers from a lawyer. "Be nice to her even if she riles you up. At this point, you don't want to anger her!" "If she wants the car, just tell her she can use it." Yes...let's just give her a car that's not even paid off.

Give me a break.

My family is giving me the message loud and clear that for the sake of money, I should bend over backwards for this woman. Unless I really know it's not worth my time or money, I will focus on right vs. wrong before thinking about costs.

On the death certificate front, the agent told me aunt it would be ready any day now...I guess we shall see.

"The only reason why your aunt followed up with the agent again is because you called to see how she was doing!"

In Chinese culture, there is a way of communicating with people, and to me, it's kind of fake. Sometimes I have a hard time with saying things the Chinese way...but that's the way it is.

Where can I pick up some men's Armani underwear??

And not just any style...the one that David Beckham's been advertising lately!!

I think I vaguely knew Cyndi Lauper was coming to town, but didn't have any interest in going. I think it would have been nice to go.

She was my first favourite singer. I think I was about 8 when Time After Time came out. It took me 2 years to buy one of her albums. I'm pretty sure I still have the record. I forget the name of it, but she's lying on some beach mirror looking into her reflection.

I met with a personal trainer today for a consultation. She also does meal planning, and she starts off her clients with kind of a detox diet. Certain foods are eliminated and the foods you do eat must be organic.

The diet part isn't all that problematic for me. The problem is that I am going to be away on two separate weekends and trying to stick to a certain diet is hard when 1. I may not get to choose what I eat and 2. I don't want to limit what I eat at special occasions.

The trainer seemed okay, but given that she didn't know me or my background, I didn't like the assumptions she had of me. I probably gave her the impression that I was really against the diet she was going to prescribe for me. Oh well.