Merry Christmas, Darling

As the song goes: Merry Christmas, Darling. We're apart that's true. But I can dream and in my dreams, I'm Christmas-ing with you (and by you, I mean my 7R girls).

I haven't blogged in ages and my apologies for that. Things have been crazy. I've spent more time on a plane these past few months than anywhere else. But, as always - Christmas comes far too soon and I'm highly unprepared. Thank goodness we did gifts already, it gave me motivation to shop before the masses hit the mall.

And the Whittaker Family Christmas will be a bit different this year. Normally, we're already in Orlando sipping mimosas by the pool and eating a delicious lobster dinner. But, after the year I just survived - all I wanted was family time. Since my sister and I live far away from the nest, we tend to fly in and out of Orlando - never really spending any time at home. As amazing as Orlando is, I never get to see my mom's side of the family (or my dad's really) so I decided to stay home (and by me, I mean work did). Since I was staying home, my sister decided to stay as well and next thing you know, the whole family was staying home for Christmas. It's weird to see all the lights in Ottawa and be in the office with Santa on Christmas Eve, but I'm SO happy to be home. My parents weren't quite ready to give up Disney and the two of them will be heading down on the 27th to spend NYE there. Such big kids at heart, but it is their 25th anniversary so I'll let it slide..this time.

I'm at work today and then will be catching a flight from Ottawa home to Toronto later today then a quick hour drive to Niagara to see my Memere and Pepere. We'll spend the night at Queen's Landing and then have the Perreault Christmas celebration tomorrow. I'm BEYOND excited. I've never actually been more excited about anything before. My parents are already in Toronto since my Dad's parents were supposed to be flying in from London to visit. Their flight has been delayed indefinitely so the family is just wandering the streets causing mayhem. They'll meet me in Niagara tonight where we'll all reunite for Christmas.

I hope everyone has a fantastic and joyous holiday season. Wish I could see you all during the break, but just know I'm Calgary-bound soontime and Vancouver-bound even sooner (February even). Happy Christmas et Joyeux Noel.

Lots of love

B

ps. Can't. Stop. Watching. Love. Actually....this happens EVERY year.

On Repeat

I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

X-What?

We all know I love British television. I grew up watching it and it just makes me smile. It's so absurd and offside - just like me!

I stopped watching American Idol seasons ago. The last memory I have of me watching it was with Teira on our couch re-naming contestants because we couldn't remember their real names. I thought I would never get behind another reality talent competition...that was until I discovered X-Factor. It's basically everything Simon Cowell wishes he could have done with American Idol, but wasn't allowed because it's in your face and would upset far too many conservatives. The songs are unique and upbeat and the contestants? Gosh, what can you say about them that would adequately define their characteristics. The costumes and dance moves are out of this world, but in a good way. It doesn't seem cheesy at all, which I love.

I started watching it because I was one of five Girls Aloud fans in Canada a few years back when they were thrown together through Pop Idol (I think..) and I think Cheryl Tweedy is fantastic. She handled the demise of her marriage with Ashley Cole in a way I never could (too much information? probably). Anyways, I'm a fan and with her, Simon, and Dani Minogue on the judging panel - I knew it would be a good season.

It works pretty much the same as American Idol, but the contestants are chosen by the judges through a stage known as the Judges' House. Basically, everyone's thrown together in one house and the judges decide who they want to mentor. Simon took on some absurd artist and Cheryl took on this 16 year old girl named Cher Llyod who could be her twin. Big hair, big lashes and an even bigger personality. This girl is going to be a star. As much as I want her to win, part of me wants her to be booted now so she can start recording her record. She reminds me a bit of Lady Sovereign, with some Cheryl Tweedy (Cole) and Britney Spears mixed in. I don't even think I can explain this girl. She's out of this world talented and has even gotten the attention of Jay-Z. He already wants to work on her record, promising Beyonce/Kanye/Rhianna as collaborators. How insane is that? She's 16. A few months ago she was thinking about working in a supermarket and now she's HUGE. Little Chezza!!!

Anyways, here are some Cher Llyod clips. I have the eps saved if you want them. Watch and be amazed.

http://perezhilton.com/category/cher-lloyd/

my fave performance: http://perezhilton.com/2010-10-24-cher-lloyd-performs-no-diggity-and-shot-live-on-xfacto

Do you?

Do you smell it? Can you see it? Christmas is in the air. Oh, how I love this time of year.

Last year, I really missed out on Christmas because of some pretty traumatic events, but this year I'm prepared to soak everything in. From the lights to the gingerbread houses to the decorated trees - nothing will be too much Christmas for me this year. I'm determined to make-up for the ball of sobs I was last year and I'm already off to an excellent start. I started my fireplace tonight and can't stop listening to Christmas music. I'm also frantically searching for my copy of love actually to really get in the festive spirit. It's even getting pretty chilly here in Dallas (well, as of last night), which makes it feel a little like home.

I hope y'all are as excited about Turkey Time and Christmas as much as I am. I'm going to get back to attempting to learn how to bake and cuddle in front of the fire.

ps. the picture is Macy's at Christmas. The displays are already up. Eek so beautiful.

Really?!?

Dear America,

Change doesn't happen overnight. Nor does it take place over a two-year period. Two years that were filled with cleaning up the mess of the last office. I really thought you would prove me wrong, you would make the right decision and let the current administration finish what they started.

Instead, you're halting the change you campaigned for - the change you BEGGED for. I really thought you would make the right choice and stand by a President who has offered you the necessary alternatives. I'm left questioning the sanity of this nation and dreading Election 2012.

Yours Truly,

A concerned Canadian citizen

Belonging

Have you ever felt like you belong in two places at once? Like you should be here and there?

That's how I feel this morning. I love Texas, don't get me wrong. It was the perfect destination to revitalize my spirit and just become me again. But, a part of me isn't sure this is where I need to be. I miss the city and fall weather and hot chocolate in the park. I miss downtown strolls and trips to the market and brunch at Chateau Laurier on Sundays. But, I don't know that Ottawa is 'home' to me either.

I'm probably confusing the heck out of you, but I've always been an older spirit. Even at a young age, I knew who I was and where I was headed. I was going to live in a loft in the city and stroll the harbor before church on Sundays. I would window shop on the weekends and jog through the park instead of hitting the treadmill in the gym. Maybe growing up in the city turned me away from that lifestyle, but now it's all I can think about. It's all I could think about last year too, which leads me to believe that maybe I just haven't found that perfect city just yet.

Dallas is amazing, but I feel like it's a transition city. Filled with recent college grads, it's an amazing city to start your new grown-up lifestyle - maybe not the perfect place to start a family. I love the South, I really do. It has everything I've ever dreamt of - I just wish I would have discovered it maybe five years ago. I love going out and meeting new people, but I think I love staying in much more.

Thinking about it more and more, I live for the rush of the race. The government race that is. If Ottawa isn't where I see myself, DC is. Is it where I need to be tomorrow? Absolutely not. But, it's where I'm headed - that I know. It has the benefits of the home I'm looking for and my career can only flourish in a city catered to my work-driven needs. Last year, I was so close to where I needed to be. But, far enough for me to feel as if I was being held back. I want to make a change in the world, but I can't do that without the proper resources.

We all know I have issues believing in myself and holding things in. I get down on myself more than I can even explain. I don't accept that making mistakes is part of growing up and I get that. I'm trying every day to see past that and take responsibility for things I can change. Sometimes, I think that hanging out with my friends and having a beer is a mortal sin - but, I'm doing better. I took Saturday for myself and just had fun. It was a nice change here. I always feel like I need to act ten years older, but I don't. I'm 23. I just wish my heart and my head could be on better terms with each other. Though she may not know this, but my past roommate (well, only roommate) Teira was a huge inspiration when it came to this. She really helped me see that I can be a responsible adult, but still let loose sometimes. I've always found it hard to see the difference and chose to just forgo hanging out with my friends instead. But, I'm learning. Like, tonight before studying - I went out for Happy Hour and dinner with the crew. See? Multitasking. I guess, I just don't know where I belong and that hurts me inside. Aren't we supposed to know where we belong? I just guess I don't know and heading back to Virginia next week isn't going to help. Ugh..

my hero

Ten years ago, the world lost a legend. A man who surpassed prior Canadian heroes, who's name will never be forgotten. He self-penned the Canadian Charter of Rights & Freedoms and sustained equality for all from coast to coast. Prime Minister Trudeau established bilingualism in Canada and placed French Canadian heritage on the forefront.

To me, he is a man of greatness. A man that no one can compare to (except for my Pepere and Dad). He paved a way for young French Canadians like myself and I will be eternally grateful for all he has done. I strive to externalize and sustain his past acts, to be like him, and to live a life succinct to his. You could maybe say idolize him and that wouldn't be wrong. To me, he is the symbol of change and progress in Canada and may hope is to contribute even half of what he has to this great nation.

His laugh was contagious through the halls of Parliament and his smile spread as wide as the St. Lawrence River. Love him or hate him, you can all recall a Trudeau moment. His passing was felt by the entire nation and tears still stream down the faces of many Canadians. I will never forget what he brought to this great nation and I hope to embody his hopes and dreams into the future ambitions of Canada.

Brighter Future

Dearest friends,

I want to thank you for sticking by me during the worst beyond worst year of my life. I think I can thankfully say, without freaking out, that as of today - I've turned a corner towards a brighter future. From my job to the classes I'm taking to the friends I've made, everything seems to be falling into place.

Yes, there are obstacles I'm going to have to face from time to time, but now I know exactly what I'm made of. There's nothing I can't handle and I'm ready. It's been a rough, but refreshing week if that makes any sense. I've discovered who I want by my side and those who I can't live without.

Friends come and go through certain phases of your life. I never regret time I spend with people, but I'm learning that it's okay to move on and to head into a new direction without them. I was holding on to relationships from last year because they were my only stability during a time of chaos. In order to move forward, I need positivity and respect. If that's not available, I can't be a part of it. I'm a giver. I give and give and give, even until I have nothing left - just to see a smile on others faces. Trips, flowers, chocolates - you name it, I'm willing to give it. I will save up all my pennies and give you every overtime cheque just to see you smile. Unfortunately, that doesn't always work out in my favor. I never ask for recognition, just a simple thank you from time to time and acknowledgement that when I need you the most - you'll be there.

This week, I needed some friends desperately - especially on my birthday. I was in a strange city all by myself and my girls really came through. Opening my mailbox and reading cards from Megs, Teira, Maris, and Noe - it really reminded me that it's okay to let go of friendships that are you bringing you down and relish in those that bring positivity to your life. And the new girls here in Dallas are amazing. They've only known me for a few weeks, but the gifts they showered me with almost made me cry. I couldn't believe how kind they were. It made me question how girls I had known for less than a month could be that supportive, but friends who I thought were my soul mates last year couldn't even pick up a phone.

I kept holding out hope that last year meant something because of the people I'd met. I don't know if that's really the case anymore. Chris, Jamie, Heather, Amanda - they're amazing and I know they'll be friends for life. But, the rest of them? I don't really think they're a part of my life and I don't really know if they ever were. They relied on my generosity to the harshest extreme and it's just not something I can accept any longer. This was supposed to be my new start. So why hold onto the past? I officially tore up all documents and deleted all emails from that school. I just want to be loved for me, not what I can offer you material-wise.

So let this be the last time we speak of that awful year. There's no need to dwell any longer. I went through hell and I came out the other side. This is going to be my year to shine, my brighter future and it starts TODAY.

I love you all and you mean the world to me. Megs, Teira, Maris, Noe, Mals, Kaitlyn, Chris, and my new friends...the WORLD.

Love always,

B

xoxo

prayers

Just a simple prayer request while you're saying your hellos to God tonight. My Grandma is very sick and our family could use a few extra prayers. Being away from home makes it a little tough, but I know my family is showering her with love. They're back in Toronto getting the best care through all of my dad's closest friends so I know she's being cared for by loved ones. My dad also struggles with trying to be in two cities at once so I want him to know that he can't be everything to everyone, but we love him all the same. Trying to be a doctor to his patients and a caring son to his mother. What an amazing guy.

Pray that God's will be followed through. Not everything happens the way I want, but I know it's the way it's supposed to be.

Lots of Love (and prayers every night for each and ever one of you)!

B

My sweet sweater

I'm stalking the Aritzia in Plano.

It's true.

I broke my TNA Cowichan sweater, to the point of no return. Figured I wait a few weeks and it'll be sitting pretty on the shelves, right? Wrong. Aritzia isn't shipping it to Texas because well, it's Texas and you probably won't need a wool sweater.

Except, that sweater is my lucky sweater. I wear it during my exams and when I write long boring papers. It's my everything. I wrote a midterm last week without it and didn't do that great. Did I study lots? Yep. Clearly, it's because I wasn't wearing my sweater.

I'm starting to get desperate. I've even resorted to calling Aritzias across the country. No bueno.

Dear Canucks, help meeeeeeee!

Cheers to Old Friendships and New Friendships

It's my birfday, yo!

Well, not technically, but close enough. And as sad as I was to be by myself this weekend, it actually turned out a lot better than expected. I tried to stay incredibly positive all weekend and it worked! On Friday, the girls left for Austin and I was pretty bummed I had to stay home. But, the decided to come back early and drive back to Dallas Saturday evening which was really nice of them.

On Friday night, the boys offered to take me out and I gladly accepted. We started off heading to Oktoberfest in Addison (which was seriously the size of Stampede - I was amazed such a small Texan town could hold such an amazingly large event). From beer to bratwursts and everything in between, it was beyond fantastic. There was cotton candy and ferris wheels and everything I could imagine for my birthday. I didn't get home till two in the morning, that's how amazing it was. I have never laughed that hard in my life or even danced that hard. The moves I was making on the dance floor would rival Michael Jackson. I even broke out a moonwalk or two. What can I say? MJ brings out the best in me. After a long night of dancing and trying to stay hydrated because it was so flipping hot outside, I drove the boys home and tucked myself into bed.

Saturday, I spent the day watching my carpet get replaced and running errands. Cleaned the apartment and spent the afternoon holed up in the library sporting my sweet Gators headband and knee highs. (Go Gators!!) Saturday evening, the girls made a speedy return from Austin and we spent the first part of the evening catching up. It's amazing what can happen in 24 hours when we're away from each other. I updated them on the shenanigans and dance moves from the night before, while they swapped tales of sketchy hippie bars and large men jumping onto the roof of their car. After filling each other in on the previous day's adventures, we headed over to the boys place to start planning our night of trouble.

Well, here in the South they take football very important so we spent the better part of an hour watching football highlights since the boys napped through most of the games that day. After catching up on the Vols loss (Go Gators!!) and the triumph of UA, we headed out to Blackfriar's - the local pub we frequent. For some reason, everyone in Dallas had the same idea as us and after five minutes in Blackfriar's, we could barely breathe. We quickly ninja'd our way to the exit and saw an open patio across the street that called our name. Our group quickly expanded and again, I enjoyed a night of pure laughter. From golf cart taxis to Chuck from Kentuck, it was a fantastic night. The girls & I tried to head out early so we could get some rest before the big game today. Of course, that didn't happen but at least we tried. After making sure the boys got home safely, we gathered for a little pow-wow to discuss game day. The only conclusion we made is that starbucks was a must considering we were only going to get 5 hours of sleep.

Bright and early this morning, I popped out of bed and headed for the shower. Game Day was finally here. After a few traffic problems and a massive line at Starbucks, we were Arlington bound. Now, I've been told this stadium was huge and I thought I would be prepared. But, we drove up and I couldn't even put into words how I was feeling. It was this sudden rush of pride and competition. Absolutely amazing. I got goosebumps watching all the Cowboys fans tailgate and rush into the stadium for kickoff. The music, the anthems, the BBQs - it was something I can't even describe to you. I definitely recommend a trip South for this experience alone. Although the Cowboy didn't win, I can definitely say it was probably one of the best days of my life. I am SO glad I brought those girlies with me. They loved every minute of it. We were cheering and jumping out of our seats. Watching Miles Austin smile at us from hundreds of feet below was pretty spectacular too. Once I find my camera cord, I will post pictures.

Theme of this weekend: positivity. Was it how it was supposed to be? Absolutely not. But, that doesn't mean it wasn't amazing. I'm learning to make the best of what I'm given. I'm a tad of a control freak (read a lot of a control freak) so having things not go as planned really bothers me. But, this weekend was filled with laughter and smiles which was exactly what I needed. I also re-evaluated some friendships this weekend. It needs to be a time of selfishness and positivity for me right now. I can't be brought down by any negativity and I'm learning to realize that. I've also learnt that silence really says it all. I can't be everything to everyone and that's okay sometimes. It's going to take some time, but I'll get the hang of things. The constant support of my true blues and 7R crew means the world. You girls are one of a kind.

Miss and love you all!

texas.

I thought I'd share a list of all the things I love about Texas so that you become so infatuated, you have no choice but to visit me. Trust me, it's amazing.

1. Uptown & West Village

The trendy cute neighborhood in Dallas is the perfect location for singles, families and everyone in between. Quaint restaurants, fancy lounges, and unique boutiques - it really is a little piece of home. It is one of the most well-designed urban settlements I've ever seen. No need for cars or cabs, you practically walk out your door and into a plethora of restaurants, cafes, salons, and bars.

http://www.uptowndallas.net/Home.aspx

2. Manny's

Texas is known for their tex-mex cuisine. It's absolutely delicious and out of this world. From queso to margs to enchiladas, I love it all. It's my little guilty pleasure. On Friday, I tried out the most amazingly delicious tex-mex restaurant. Manny's is located in West Village and is a quaint old house that was turned into this surreal dining experience. It's a favorite of most Dallas natives and now I know why. Their patio looks out into West Village and is strung with colorful lights to make you feel as if you're in Mexico! And their margs? Well, let's just say one is MORE than enough.

http://www.mannysuptown.com/

3. Yogilicious

This fro yo haven (or yogi as the girls like to call it) is exactly what I was looking for when I moved south. In Virginia Beach, I was an avid fan of Skinny Dip and was petrified I wasn't going to find a similar substitute. But, yogi is the perfect sub-in. Supplying delicious NSA vanilla fro yo, they also have fun flavors like avocado tart and red velvet cake. All non-fat, all delicious.

http://www.yogi-licious.com/

4. Sonic

Now, this isn't a Texas thing but more of a US thing. Gosh, do I love Happy Hour at Sonic. No, not that kind of Happy Hour. Between 3 and 5, Sonic offers half price sodas and a Route 44 Diet Dr. Pepper is the perfect study mate. Small ice cubes, lots of liquid - I normally can't finish a full one before I leave the library.

http://www.sonicdrivein.com/home.jsp;jsessionid=A0F35C9B4A4A2E7C8A9F422F27CDF363.sonic-prod

5. Sweet Tea

Whether from Chick-fil-a or McDonald's, it is one of the most delicious things of all time. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, a local will take me home with them and I get homemade sweet tea. Even BETTER! I can't really describe what it is, other than actual tea brewed and then chilled - with lots of flavor. It's the real reason I'm down South, lets be serious.

p to the s. Paula Deen is my idol, well in another life.

http://www.pauladeen.com/recipes/view2/sweetened_tea_with_simple_syrup/

6. Urban Taco

A Texas trademark, Urban Taco brings you the best tex-mex food with a more modern flare. I love their Uptown location - well, mostly their sangria and spicy ahi tuna salad. Yums. Their patio is beautiful and is the perfect place to sit out after a long day of work & school. A definite must for anyone who visits me.

http://www.urban-taco.com/

7. North Dallas Tollway

This road is heaven, no seriously. I live 3 mins from the Tollway and can hop on and head directly downtown within 15 minutes. Yes, you have to pay - but, I've gotten creative with the exits I get off at and the toll fees involved. Forget taken any side roads or inner highways. They take forever, crowded with cars, and turn regular freeways into parking lots. I prefer my North Dallas Tollway. Yep yep.

8. SMU

I had to add my school because I've fallen in love. I don't mind spending hours upon hours on campus because it's so beautiful and always filled with school spirit. The campus stretches for acres and acres and everyone who attends SMU is there because they worked hard to attend the school of their choice. From tailgating before the games or skipping along the Boulevard, this university screams Southern Pride and I couldn't have asked for a better learning environment.

www.smu.edu

9. Addison

At first, I was skeptical living so far away from downtown Dallas. I mean, I work downtown and I play downtown and go to school only a few minutes from Uptown - in University Park, so it just didn't seem practical to live so far away, but boy was I wrong. Everything about this town screams urban chic. It's fantastic. Quaint bistros and vibrant restaurants, I find that all my favorite Uptown hangouts have an Addison location. It also has the smaller town favorites that I love, like Sonic and Chick-fil-a, which you can't find within the downtown core. I highly recommend Addison for any new Dallas transplants, highly recommend.

http://www.addisontexas.net/

10. Dallas Farmers Market

Okay, side note - I haven't been yet, but that doesn't mean I can't praise it. I've driven past and heard such great things, I will definitely be there this weekend. With the freshest products, all the local farmers reach out to the urban block by locating the market in the heart of downtown. From fresh peaches to local grown corn, it's quite the find. I can't wait to go this weekend.

http://www.dallasfarmersmarket.org/index.html

Complications and Friendships

I had one friend bail on my birthday weekend, then another, then another confirmed, then another bailed, then my own father bailed on coming down so that left me and Fitz.

Then this morning, while I was gone, Fitz decided to eat two rather large holes in my carpet. So large, I could see them without my glasses, which is saying a lot because I'm pretty blind. Needless to say, Fitz really isn't fitting in well here. I work 24/7 and in between that, I'm a full-time grad student. I really don't have time to dedicate to him. It sounds awful, but it's true. So after sobbing my face off and finding out I have to spend $2700 on carpet replacements, Fitz is going to be sent home. We're just looking at options right now, but I think it's for the best.

Do the math and that means Fitz + Me - Fitz = just me on my birthday. Now, you can understand the tears.

You, are a Star.

I normally don't write about pop-culture, but I just can't stop gushing about this young girl who is taking the world by storm. I may listen to mostly indie music, but I not embarrassed to admit that T.Swift is on constant repeat on my ipod. I don't think it's the music, more the lyrics. Either way, I truly believe she is an inspiration - that was before tonight.

After the VMA's, I can honestly say she is one of a kind. She's that girl that will always put her best foot forward, not matter what the circumstance. She's someone I hope young girls look up to because honestly, I even look up to her. She was humiliated and embarrassed last year on the same stage. Instead of seeking revenge, she stood up there and taught the world a lesson - that forgiveness is key. She spoke from the heart and sang about new beginnings and mistakes.

http://forums.thathustle.com/showthread.php?t=618043

(scroll the bottom, but make sure you watch the Florence & the Machine performance too!)

The entertainment industry needs a few more of her, that's for sure. Taylor, thank you for just being you. You should be incredibly proud of what you accomplished tonight. And as a sidenote, adored the dress.

It has also come to my attention that several weeks ago, Taylor sat in an arena and signed autographs for what was supposed to be 13 hours. But, when there were still fans waiting after the 13 hours were up - she stayed until every fan had met her. I don't know about you, but I think that's pretty admirable. Watch for yourself and be amazed: http://perezhilton.com/2010-09-02-taylor-and-her-thousands-of-fearless-fans

Okay, that's my t.swizzle blog. I promise no more.

Can't keep my mouth shut on this one

Now, I'm not one to express my political opinion in any type of open forum online. We all know I'm liberal so there's no need to shout it out from the rooftops. With my job, I'm restricted in how I can exercise my political rights - thus, I normally just keep quiet.

However, I've had JUST about enough with these articles being published in our brotherly nation and I need to speak up. It's one thing to proudly wave your beliefs in a public arena, but it's another thing to bash other political views.

This article was brought to my attention today and for some reason, I just can't let it slide. An ex-peer of mine was praising the article for its merit. Um, excuse me?

http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2010/08/31/steven-crowder-hipsters-al-qaeda-usama-bin-laden-terrorists-consumerism/

I'm not going to sit here and tell you how I'm evidently more correct than they are because that would be giving into their faults. However, I can tell you that the way they are stereotyping my beliefs is inherently incorrect. My views are my views because of the merit they hold - not because I am trying to be 'different.' I don't vote Liberal because I don't want to be a corporate sell-out, but rather I vote Liberal because of the equality rights they hold and the constant feeling like I am making a difference. My Liberal beliefs are my own and you don't have to like them or even agree with them, but you DO have to respect them.

By intimidating young people into believing that their votes are merely a fad and an awful decision that will be realized down the road, we are essentially asking them to stay home on election day if they want to save their nation. How despicable and wrong is that? Our opinion matters too and just because you're over the age of 50 and can't see beyond your stereotypical conservative values isn't a fault of mine. I see colour and race and gender. I see equality and peaceful resolutions and gay marriage. If you can't see that, don't feel sorry for me - feel sorry for yourself.

As a liberal, I don't see boundaries or restrictions. I merely see solutions and compromise - all tying together the basic human rights and necessities. Just like the average 50 year old man, I believe in the sanctions and foundations of this nation - but I also believe in reformation and change. That change is what we 'young idealists' hold onto while we fix the mistakes YOU'VE made.

So, Mr. Crowder - instead of intimidating your peers, why don't you embrace the decisions they make and encourage their right to uphold their beliefs? We believe and hope for a more promising future. You should do the same some time.

Sincerely,

A young idealistic liberal

One of those days..

So I either gave myself food poisoning when I attempted to cook for myself this weekend or caught the 24-hour flu from someone. Either way, I've managed to get sick. I was up all night being grossy. Ugh.

Hoping to sleep till lunch, then off to work pour moi.

Wish me luck.

bonne fete a toi!

And by a toi, I mean ME! It's almost my birfday.

Call me delusional and spoiled, but every year I put together a birthday list. What? I'm a hard person to shop for. If I like something, I work hard and buy it for myself. Half the time, I buy the things I really want and there's nothing left for others to get me for my birthday. As a kid, I used to donate my gifts to the Women's Shelter, which turned into parents feeling bad for me and buying me double the gifts.

Now? After the year I've had, all I ask for is love and support. But, if you're determined to get me something you can either a) support the Future Group and purchase Ben Perrin's new book Invisible Chains (http://www.penguin.ca/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780670064533,00.html) or b) you can take a gander at this list...

1. Frye boots. Harness 15R's (size 7) to be exact.

I'm obsessed with boots. The more the merrier, at least that's my theory. Now, I only have one pair of Frye boots and they are lonely. They could use some companionship.

2. Art

I love art. Love to collect it, view it, and I occasionally dabble in the water colour world of paints. Recently, I came across these photographs taken by a Canadian artist. He takes abstract views of Canadian cities (such as Ottawa) and adds shadows and light to make them interesting. I absolutely love his winter views of Ottawa. Simply breathtaking.

http://www.jordancraigphotography.com/gallery_8.asp

3. Aritzia winter jacket.

We all know that every year, I convince myself NOT to buy another Wilfred button-up funnel jacket after the disaster that was the cream $400 jacket I bought several years back. Listen, I'm not a klutz...they're just not conducive to Tim Horton's coffees first thing in the morning. Aritzia has spent the past two years listening to me whine about mourning the death of my beautiful cream jacket and I guess they had enough because now the jacket only comes in black. Hip hip hooray! I won't be all indecisive and leave the store in a huff anymore. Thanks, Aritzia.

http://aritzia.com/fashion/outerwear/double-breasted-wool-coat

4. Moccasins

I blame this on Megs. She blogged about the cutest moccasins of ALL time, now that's all I can think about. I want a beautiful comfortable pair that I can wear all the time with straight legged jeans and scarves. Did a little research and Minnetonka Moccasins seem to be the most legit deal - unless you want to trek to Nunavut and buy me some. I want the thunderbirds in brown suede, I think. I also want the fringe boots, but I won't get greedy and really - how many pairs of boots can a girl own? Wait, don't answer that.

http://www.moccasinsales.com/minnetonka_womens_thunderbird_crepe_sole.htm

5. Flowers.

I love fresh flowers. I buy some for myself once a week. We all know how much I loathe roses, but these are really cute. I think they would be 'perfect' in my condo. I even found you a Dallas florist, no thanks needed.

http://www.mockingbirdflorist.com/cgi-bin/mockingbirditem-dba.cgi/ARV-53

6. Scarves

Love em all. Fallen in love with the Navajo scarf from Aritzia. Fantastic, especially with my hypothetical frye boots...oui?

http://www.aritzia.com/fashion/accessories/navajo-star-scarf

7. TNA Sweater

Broke the zipper on my tried & true TNA lambswool sweater. It's my life. So for now, I'm wearing it with tanks and hoping for the best. But, a new one would be greatly appreciated. Now, I've consulted my Aritzia experts because the current ones in the look book are the newer models...I don't despise them, they're just not mine. However, I would take one of those too. Mine is on my gal Shenae - rocking out the Canuck heritage in Lala land.

http://www.aritzia.com/fashion/sweaters/hand-lambswool-sweater

8. Mittens

While you're at Aritzia, you might as well pick up some mittens for me too. Could you imagine if there wasn't an Aritzia in Dallas? I would actually die. Anyhoo, I want the regular TNA ones. Not the new ones they're showing. Although they sport the Nordique colours (making a comeback, true story), I want the regular ones. You know the ones? I want the toque too.

http://aritzia.com/fashion/accessories/mittens

9. HBC Sweater

I desperately wanted this last year and my parents made a valiant effort to contact almost every Bay in Canada with no luck. I'm thinking since the Olympics are over, there might be a few floating around. Maybe? Not so much. Anyways, I want the wool 2010 sweater. You may think, that looks exactly like the TNA Sweater she wants and yes, it does. But, it's completely different since it's from the Bay. I would send you to the HBC website, but well - they apparently don't sell it anymore. Think of it as a hunt for the perfect gift. I would probably name my firstborn child after you if you found it.

10. Jersey

I have a lot of jerseys and you may say I don't need another, but that's a lie. I want a new Habs jersey. A Lapierre jersey to be exact. Yipee! Now, the issue is that I'm a small gal. I need a child's jersey - STOP LAUGHING VICKY. I also want the little kids parka, pleaseeeeee. Buy me the parka and I'm pretty sure I'll love you times a hundred.

http://shop.nhl.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3792374&cp=3176675&clickid=body_bestsell_txt

And that's my birthday list. It's mostly for the parentals who will probably choose to ignore all of the above, except for maybe the little kids parka - they probably just want to see me in that. Oh, and number 11 was going to be a suprise visit from my 7R girls, but I already asked the parentals for that....I think they thought I was kidding. Clearly, I wasn't.

Sucks indeed

Today I learned: I have awful judgment in boyfriends & friends. Just all around awful horrible despicable taste in people. I'm too naive and it bites me in the ass, every single time.

I also learned I will be alone on my birthday. What was supposed to be a weekend of friends & festivities has turned into just me & Fitz. Everyone has bailed. All of them. Insert sad mopey face here. Happy Dallas Becky is quickly disappearing and becoming reminiscent of shy quiet talk to no one Virginia Becky.

Of course, thinking of a lonely 23rd birthday immediately reminded me of that SATC episode when Carrie is left at the Italian restaurant to pay for her own birthday cake. Horrendous. Because of this, I think I might just stay in and watch cheesy action movies. And yes, I found the picture from that episode. I'm that BIG of a fan (get it?)

Keeping my fingers crossed for good news tomorrow. Because, I mean, 252 days of bad luck (yes, I counted) seems a bit excessive. Don't you think?

And there it goes...

Dear Virginia Beach'ers,

Hurricane season is once again rearing its ugly head. Last year, I survived my first storm and BOY was it traumatic. I thought living in Canuckistan prepared me for everything. Lies. These vicious winds pick up little French girls like me and throw them around RU parking lots.

Rumor has it (and by rumor, I mean the Weather Channel) that another storm is about to hit the coast. Virginia Beach is a prime target with it's odd peninsula sticking out into the rough waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Now, while I love me some good rain - I feel like this storm will be one for the ages. Now, kids - this does not mean throwing Hurricane Parties will make everything go away. Instead, I ask you to stay inside and avoid all contact with the outside world (even if you run out of pizza & beer). Do not go frolicking in the streets or driving around town looking for a Barnes & Nobles that's open. Stay away from windows and doors and pretty much everything that can be blown away (including little French Canadian girls).

Rain boots do not protect you from hurricanes. I've tested this theory and it does not work. Even the pretty yellow Hunter boots can not tackle a storm of this magnitude. I know, traumatizing - those boots are gorg. While going out for a birthday party during the storm may seem thrilling, watching stop signs swing in the wind while eating your dinner is not exactly calming. Not even Disney Princess Christmas tunes cd can make a storm of this size disappear. A long walk on the beach may seem tempting this time of year, I think it might be best to hold off - unless you have a death wish (like certain kids I know). So Virginia Beach'ers, my advice? Try those handy evacuation routes on the 264 we always stare at. Think it might be time to give them a go. Stay safe, make smart choices s'il vous plait. Me? I moved to North Texas. No Atlantic storms for me.

I'll be watching.

xoxo

B

mine...

we all know how much i heart t.swizzle

this song makes my heart melt and truly believe in love again.

enjoy: http://justjared.buzznet.com/2010/08/27/taylor-swift-mine-music-video-premiere/

oh, you again...

First off, this blog is a vent. Feel free to ignore if you want to. I just need to get this out in the open before my head explodes.

Obviously, turmoil and me have been great acquaintances this past year. Ups & downs and all-arounds, I've experienced every emotion known to man-kind. Yesterday, in negotiations class - we had to detail our personality traits to see the typical path we would take during mediation. I'm not really a collaborator or competitive (unless it's on the field), I tested as an accommodater. That means that I do whatever I can to make others smile. Whether it's ordering them flowers when their boyfriend breaks their heart or taking them away for a weekend, no matter what I'm going through - I always try to be their constant support.

But, I don't know when to stop. It's one of my faults. I'm a people-pleaser and do whatever I can to ensure that others are happy. Even if it means sacrificing my own happiness, I'll do it. Obviously, certain people take advantage of this giving spirit and often don't know when to stop. Whether its financial assistance or material objects, it can sometimes get out of hand. But, honestly? I'd rather suffer and have people happy than have them upset. It's like I feel they won't be friends with me if I just say, "enough is enough."

I don't mean this to be a 'rag' on friends deal, but it's something that unfortunately, my best friend Noelle and I have dealt with often. It's kinda the one thing we've both experienced that happens to us over and over and over again. We find friends, we're naive and offer the world and BAM, we get screwed over.

It happened last year with a student I went to school with and we ALL know how that turned out. Don't need to go into gory details. But, I'm afraid it's happening again and this time I don't know what to do. Confronting the person hasn't worked in the past and I'm almost afraid to loose them because they're such a constant in my life. I feel like with the people I met last year, I'm a friend of convenience. Sorta like, "we need something - help us..." and then they disappear or ignore my calls/emails/texts when I need support or have a question or just want reassurance. If I see them, things are great - but it's almost like out of sight, out of mind. I can't be a friend of convenience. I have to be selfish this year if I'm going to become the person I used to be. I lost myself in this mess of a year and in order to find myself again, I can only have positive friends around me. If that means solely relying on my 7R and Traf Girls, so be it. I will.

In other news, I'm thinking of readjusting my birthday weekend. Original game plan was to go to the Cowboys game and have a fantastic weekend with friends. But, it seems like everyone's coming and going in different directions and I don't want to be forced into a weekend I won't enjoy. Thinking spas and pool decks with my girls and selling the tickets. If anyone needs 3 Cowboys tickets, I'm your gal.

The delightful Megs just alerted me to discounted flights between Calgary and Dallas. Girls, what weekend's work for you because I need some Calgstown loving on the ASAP!

no air

i never thought i'd say this, but i honestly might be at my breaking point.

for those of you who know what i've been through since november, lets just say they struck again and this time the hit was much harder (and that was just my Monday evening). it seems everyone i went through that experience with decided it was okay for me to take the biggest hit. so while they're off laughing, i'm sitting here alone & sobbing my face off.

the whole deportation issue has reached new levels and i'm really not sure i'm willing to fight to stay here in texas. this was supposed to be my fresh start, but i feel pretty alone most of the time. i'm a tough girl, but going at this by myself is too much. i've had to miss far too many classes this week to just try and stay in classes, but most don't understand nor do i expect them too. it's my issue, i get that. i'm not one to ask for help, but i'm drowning. i might be broken.

i feel like i'm whining, but all i want to do is scream at the world. how can someone take so many hits in one year? the irony of it all was that 22 is my favorite number so when i turned 22, i toasted my friends to a year of amazing opportunities. what a lie. this year has been nothing but hell.

the stress levels i'm enduring are out of this world and i'm just not sure it's worth it. the only bright light in all this is that i'm looking at flights to calgary for october and my best friend is home from korea in less than a week.

i hate ranting and complaining and leaning on others, but i'm at the end of my rope.

we all wear the scars we carry, but mine are just much deeper than others right now.

i need something positive to turn this around and i need it now.

This one's for you, my dear

I haven't talked about this because it wasn't my story to share and most weren't ready to share. A few months ago, on May 3rd, a dear friend to all of us passed away. Rachel was just about to start the next chapter of her life, with her baby girl Kaylee, when she was in a tragic car accident not too far from where we all grew up.

Every day growing up, I was warned about this intersection. My dad always shared stories of terrible accidents taking place there, cautioning us to drive safe. I always triple checked that intersection on the way home from my boyfriend's house in high school. The moment I heard of Rachel's accident, I just knew that was it. That was where it happened and it hit me like a wall of bricks. Although my sister and I aren't close, she seemed to be the only person I could talk to about this. As we cried together on the phone, I couldn't imagine what I would do without her and then what Alicia would face every day without Rachel in her life.

She was so young and had so much ahead of her. Her smile and laughter were contagious and we just shared this common passion for competition and sports. Any team and you'd find Rach and me on it in elementry school. She excelled at volleyball and was a superstar at Mohawk College. Rachel was one of a kind and I was so honored to have known her. Her baby girl Kaylee was going to be the light in her world, we all knew it.

I haven't shared this story because it just didn't feel right, but it does now. Her family misses her more than words can say, but we know she is smiling down on each and every one of them. Today, I was directed to a song by a friend who lost Rachel as well. It was by an artist who shared a similar lost. The lyrics remind me that we're not alone and there is something bigger and higher keeping us together - He sends his grace to us daily, making us strong enough to endure. To all those we've lost, we were blessed to have loved you for even a day.

Enjoy: http://vimeo.com/10868953

Listen, please.

I am a great listener when it comes to certain things. When it comes to my own health? Absolutely not. On Friday, I went out for dinner and drinks with some new friends and decided to wear heels. Normally, not an issue at all. However, when you've recently fractured your foot in four places, not so hot.

Typical Becky, I decide 'what the heck! let's just take my shoes off for a few. no one will notice, right?' Wrong. People in Dallas thought I was some crazed lunatic who was going to die of some tragic foot disease. Guess Texans aren't as relaxed as I thought. Regardless, I survived and ended the night taking a fantastic late night swim.

Texas is great. I love it here.

Three Cheers for Dallas!

Friends new and old, I apologize for not updating you sooner. In my defense, I was just gifted with Internet yesterday. I am now the proud owner of a DVR, wireless Internet, long distance and a bazillion channels I have no idea what to with. Saying goodbye to all the Spanish and Jesus channels was difficult, but I'm coping.

Back to the beginning, I guess. I landed last Saturday in Dallas with Fitz squirming in my hand and dreams aplenty. Since then, life has been an absolute whirlwind. I have a great new job that astounds me on a daily basis (which is quite difficult after my years on the Hill), new friends, and great classes. Transitioning to a new city has been a little difficult with a broken foot, but I'm coping. Some nice boys helped me set-up my furniture and my place is slowly but surely coming together. Well, that's a lie actually. It was pretty much set up when I arrived, I'm just slowly unpacking my suitcases and adding cute little features.

To wet your taste buds and because we all know I'm a secret Nate Berkus wannabe, I've designed my condo in a black and white international catwalk theme. You're probably asking yourself, what the heck is that? Well, I used black/white and off-shades of grey throughout the place - mixing paisley and stripes to brighten the space. I have Eiffel towers and portraits of patisseries lining the walls. In my room, I have gorgeous Egyptian cotton coal sheets and a white comforter with grey stitching. I'm lucky enough to have a beautiful large cascading fireplace that I've placed large white barrel candles in. Okay, I've bored you enough. Pictures to come soon!

So far, I'm learning how to navigate tollways and side streets (that extra jar of change has been incredibly helpful - thanks mom and dad)! I'm an organized freak who came to Dallas with a binder full of paperwork ready to take on the Texas residential services, but it really hasn't been necessary. Everyone is SO incredibly helpful here and things have pretty much fallen into place. Still waiting on the license, but I think that might be Monday's adventure. I have my first two weeks here to basically concentrate on school, settling in, and the odd consulate event. Nothing too time consuming, which has been incredible. I FINALLY got to experience summer by sitting out at the pool all week. It's been fantastic. Fitz loves it here, especially all the sweet tea (don't tell Mom I'm feeding him that).

Anyways, off to the pool I go. Have my priorities set - pool, PF Chang's, pool, pool, and maybe a bbq or two!

Friends, they mean the most.

Each phase of life brings a new cycle of friends, whether you want to admit it or not.

High school

College

Work

Grad School

Through it all, you find friends with similar interests that are engaging in a goal close to your own. Unfortunately, at the end of that phase - you sometimes drift apart from those friends.

I had a best friend in college and I thought we would never part. We did everything together. I held her hand through all the tough stuff and glorified her through her triumphs. With that friendship, I felt like I had to prove myself worthy to be friends with her and that isn't fair. She would do things to me that she knew would crush me, but I was expected to just smile and laugh it off. I lost my entire group of stability because she didn't get along with my friends and that's not a friendship to me. Just like with boys, it's not what I deserved.

Time eventually split us apart and I regret segregating myself to such a small circle of friends during such an evolutionary period for me. That's not to say that I didn't have other amazing friends in college, I most certainly did - I just took them for granted. I never respected their friendship as much as I should have and I'm at fault for that. These girls were consistently supportive and mentored me when my best friend would selfishly turn her back (which happened more times than I can count). My last year in college, I was ditched on my birthday after the dinner portion when everyone went to do their own thing with their own 'cooler new' friends. It was the final straw for me. I came home to my roommate (who happened to be part of those AMAZING 7R girls I neglected) and she just completely understood. No questions asked, no hatred harboured - she was just there for me, unconditionally. It was then that I realized what a fool I had been. I was trying SO hard to be friends with someone when friendship shouldn't take work. Relationships should foster on their own and when they become stressful, you need to get rid of them.Breaking up with a friend is worse than breaking up with a boy. There's a lot more clothes involved and it just hurts to know that they can no longer be a part of your life. But, sometimes it's for the best. You just never know what you might find on the other side. Me? I found a pot of gold.

Now, I feel refreshed and reflective. As I'm moving on to yet another stage of my life, I can't help but gush at these amazing girls I took for granted so long ago. Trust me, I will never make that mistake again. Girls, I wish I could turn back time and spend every quality minute with you those four years provided. I worked far too much in college and completely ignored the entire experience. Since then, I have discovered that those 7R girls are the most amazing sincere courageous and brave young ladies I have ever met. I was trying to grow up too fast and missed out on some spectacular memories. You girls mean the world to me. No matter where we are, just know that I am always on your side and only a phone call away. Your support? It means the most to me and I don't know what I would do without you. Missing you more than you know.

Flight 9374 with service to...

I travel, a lot. Maybe it's the whole 'being Canadian thing,' but I find I'm always on the move. From simple commuter flights, to long distance hauls across the pond - you can pretty much always find me in an airport.

But, for someone who flies as much as I do - I am an awful person to sit next to on the plane. I was catching up with a colleague this morning and she was telling me about the great flight she had home last night. She was going on and on about how great her flight-mate was and the amazing conversation they had. I mean, the flight from Vancouver to Toronto is long and deadly. I certainly am not a pleasant person on a long and deadly flight.

I have zero plane etiquette because when I step foot on that plane, all I want to do is sleep. I fly mostly red eyes because I hate people chatting and causing commotion on planes. With red eyes, everyone is kindly passed out and you don't have to worry about mundane conversation and attempting to please the person next you - nobody is stupid enough to want to fly a red eye unless their name is Rebecca-Elizabeth.

No, I don't want to talk to you and no, I don't want you to help me with my tray. What I want is complete silence and darkness, thank you very much. I don't search for flights based on price, but rather departure time. The later the better. Why waste useful hours in the day stuck on a plane when you can multi-task and fly at night WHILE you sleep? Flights are my moments of peace. High in the sky, I can calmly sit still and not think about work or work stress or reports for work.

My plane preferences just go to show how independently anti-social I am. It's ridiculous. So to every person I sit next to on a plane, just remember that silence is golden. I'm sure you're a great person, I just don't feel the need to get to know you at that particular moment. I apologize in advance.

Did ya know?

A friend of mine always tells me that she learns something new about me every day. For serious? I mean, yeah I'm a pretty quirky girl but still. I like to think I'm a pretty open book, but I guess I'm really not. My best friend Noelle is the EXACT same way. I think that's why we're drawn together. We're pretty closed off and guard ourselves like Fort Knox.

In an attempt to be more open, I present twenty-five neat things you probably didn't know about me...

1. I have the mouth of a dirty sailor. I swear and I swear a lot. Maybe it's the office I work in, I really don't know. But, since high school - my vocabulary has turned completely vulgar.

2. My dream is to retire in the Maritimes. Maybe, Halifax or New Brunswick. Somewhere peaceful where I can blast the Rankin Family and my neighbours will approve.

3. I'm attempting to learn Farsi. Just something to pass the time. I know, ridiculous.

4. I hate crowded areas and rooms filled with lots of people. Even after all these years of benefits and galas, I get really nervous and uncomfortable around a big group of people.

5. Boys are scared of me. I have some sign affixed to my back that scares them away.

6. Michael Jackson's Black & White was my first cassette and I listened to it every day for 4 years. I still break it out at least once a week.

7. If I weren't doing what I was doing, I would be a firefighter. I went to firefighter camp every summer until high school.

8. I have this crazy idea that I want to complete the Iron man within the next two years.

9. This is the first time I've ever grown out my hair. Not sure how I feel about it.

10. Pretty sure I was destined to be a Personal Trainer.

11. I can't watch Criminal Minds by myself, and yet I stay home on Friday & Saturday nights to watch the marathons.

12. I only date hockey players.

13. I still sleep with the teddy bear my ex-boyfriend bought me over 6 years ago. I also bring it with me on flights that are over 4 hours.

14. This past year, one of my best friends passed away in a car accident. I miss her each and every day, but I know she's looking down on me laughing.

15. I act all tough and boy'ish, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.

16. I haven't lived in the same city for more than 6 consecutive months since high school. Dallas will be the first.

17. As much as I brag about how much I want to go backpacking through Europe, I know I couldn't realistically live out of a backpack for more than 2 days.

18. Hiking and bonfires are probably my two favourite activities. Luckily, they are pretty regular occurrences in Canada. I've already scoped out the hiking trail that Fitz and I will use every day in Dallas.

19. When I'm sick, I will only eat matzo ball soup from the Jewish deli.

20. Last night, I chewed off my acrylic fake nails that were forced upon me because of my awful habit of gnawing at my nails. Complete waste of time and resources.

21. If I were to get married tomorrow, I could tell you who would be in my wedding party. Noe, Mals, Rach, Teira, Megs, Maris, Jules, and Heather.

22. The designer Jeff, from Flipping Out, reminds me a lot of myself. Watch and you'll be amazed at the similarities.

23. My best friend has been in South Korea since last year. I'm so proud of her for being this brave and courageous. She's coming home soon and is moving to my second home - Niagara on the Lake.

24. Speaking of Niagara on the Lake, whenever I am too stressed or just feel like the world is falling apart around me (which happens a lot in the field I work in), I drive back home to Niagara and everything is okay again. My grandparents are there, my family is there, and all my favourite quaint little bistros and stores are there. The whole region just puts me at ease - though I'm sure the wine has something to do with it too.

25. The only time you can get me sitting still for more than 20 minutes is when I'm having a pedicure. I try to get one once every other week to keep me sane.

Bon voyage, Girls!

Tonight, I say goodbye to four girls who have been a constant in my life these past few years. The ups and the downs, the break-ups and the make-ups – through it all, they’ve been there. I could count on them to make me laugh, make me cry, and even make me question their sanity at times. These girls never cease to surprise me and I’m not really sure if I want to try and navigate this world as a twenty-something young woman without them.

Tonight, I say au revoir to LC, Lo, Audrina, and Heidi. Through the years, these four young women have honestly held my hand during the good times and the bad times. They’ve experienced it all and I feel honoured that I was there right along with them. J-Wahl, Brody, French guy, Brody, Doug, Brody…boys I will never forget.

In honour of their last night on television, I want to recall some of my favourite Hills moments.

Salad Party. That time Audrina went on a date with that model, it reminded me that blind dates are awful and you should avoid them at all costs. Model: “this salad is a party.” Audrina (describing date over the phone to LC): “it’s kinda greasy.” Obviously, that relationship didn’t go very far – well, anywhere really. Sidenote - does anyone remember dear Jordan? His dogtags made me incredibly uncomfortable...ugh.

The girl who didn’t go to Paris. Oh LC, you thought it was such a smart idea at the time. Who wouldn’t want to spend the summer with a boy on a beach? If only that boy wasn’t a raging crack addict, that plan would have been flawless. You were redeemed a few years later when you had the chance to grace Paris with your bedazzled headbands.

Battle Les Deux. “You know what you did…!” The battle of the century, this was the first time I realized that Lauren was actually ending her friendship with Heidi. Confronted at Frankie’s birthday (drama-rama plus cake), Lauren refused to stay silent about the rumours any longer. She was extinguishing the flame on their friendship. True to form, Heidi feigned innocence – foreshadowing her one way ticket to Crazytown.

Introduction to Justin Bobby. “His name is Justin, but he, like, wants to change it to Bobby.” And from that, the most famous Hills nickname was developed by our two main gals. Audrina’s ex-bf-ex-bf-ex brought the drama throughout all six seasons of the Hills. Whether they were off or on, he always seemed to make a memorable appearance. “Homeboy wore combat boots to the beach. I know you don’t want to call that your boyfriend, Audrina.” Making out with gingers, not showering, and miraculous divine appearances all seemed to be part of Justin Bobby’s charm. “Truth in time tells all…,” if only we knew what that meant. Thanks JB for, well, making us laugh.

Kelly Cutrone. LC stupidly convinced Kelly to give Stephanie Pratt an interview at People’s Revolution. Ugh, LC? You have a brain and you barely survived the wrath of Kell. Why would you put your dim-witted sidekick through that as well? It was one of the funniest moments of the Hills. Steph’s lack of French, even though she claimed she was bilingual on her resume, made her a prime target at PR. She didn’t last long and LC was forced to execute the orders for the firing squad.

Forgive and Forget. Lauren, always puts it so eloquently. Heidi came crawling for forgiveness when she realized her only leftover reality TV friend was the Bunz (who was too busy getting a nose job to notice) and asked Lauren to forgive her for the J-Wahl rumour. Lauren, having received great training from Kell, finally put Heidi in her place. “I want to forgive you and then I want to forget you.” SNAP. Ta ta Heidi, your screen time just diminished dramatically.

Spencer. I can’t even come up with my favourite Spencer moment, there are just too many. Don’t know when he became a passenger on the psychotic express, but his downfall made for amazing televisions. Whether it be his love of crystals and cowboy hats or his inability to detail family loyalty to us – you had to love Spencer for what he was…a crazed lunatic. “We’re brother and sister. At the end of the day, I can’t change that. I can’t make you un-my sister.”

After five (maybe six – I get confused with all the ‘extra’ episodes) glorious seasons, I find it almost impossible to say goodbye to a show that has been a consistent in my life. I can shamelessly admit that I used some Lauren lines in break-ups and always compared my love life to that of Heidi and Spencer. Through these years, I’ve outgrown best friends and carved out my own personal journey. So here’s a big thank you to LC and the girls for sticking with us. Your never-ending advice and constant sarcastic commentary have been fashionably fantastic.

And Teira, I still have NO idea how I’m supposed to watch this episode without you. Your sideline running commentary has been amazing these past few years. At least we made each other laugh. Let’s raise our glasses to LC, Lo, Audrina and Heidi for three years of greatness.

xoxo B