Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Soft & Supple

Is my skin. Every so often, I like to mix up some oatmeal for a facial cleanse or mask. Why go to the spa, spend money and time, when you have everything you pretty much need at home? More importantly, I'm trying to limit the amount of chemicals my body takes in, so I like to know what's in the goop I put on. Not to mention, it's kind of sexy fun mixing and messing and conjuring up crazy concoctions. I wanted to add something else and figured cucumber would probably make the most sense. It works well on the eyes. Judging by the feel of my skin, it works well there too.

To make the mask: Grind up 1/2 cup of dry oatmeal in a coffee grinder so it's fine like flour. Add in the juice of 1/2 a cucumber - however you want to do it. Blender. Processor. Good ol' fashioned muscle, although that doesn't work quite as well, you end up having to squish it all in your hands and squeeze the juice out. However, this makes for a tantalizing sensory experience. The look, the feel, the smell. Oooh, heaven!

Once you've had your fun, just wash your face with warm water, then rub the mix onto your skin and leave on for a minute or two. Too long, and either 1) it will become, literally, like glue, sticky and tough to wash off or 2) the boy will come home and exclaim something to the likes of: "Ewww, it looks like you dipped your face in a bucket of puke". My bucket of puke no doubt, because I would TOTALLY do that while you're out galavanting around. Disregard the mouth vomit and instead, think of how lovely your skin will look and feel. In the end your skin will thank you. You will feel refreshed. Rejuvenated. Soft & Supple. Like a nipple.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Classic Beauties

600+ sexy cars showed up on that fine hot summery day...

Show 'N' Shine '09 ~ Qualicum Beach, BC















Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The Philosopher and The Wolf

"The wolf is art of the highest form and you cannot be in its presence without this lifting your spirits."

I just finished an intensely enthralling book by Mark Rowlands entitled: "The Philosopher and The Wolf - Lessons from the Wild on Love, Death and Happiness."

If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you do. Believe me when I say: it is so worth it!

Rowlands writes about the eleven year bond he shared with his wolf Brenin and, as a result, what Brenin taught him. He discusses the differences in the way humans live their lives, in comparison to a wolf. Humans tend to live and define happiness in regards to a timeline... everything progressing toward some future fulfillment. This of course, is futile because each valuable moment is slipping away in the pursuit of others and eventually swallowed up by the inevitable: death. Wolves, on the other hand, find their happiness in simple moments. Repetitious, fulfilling moments. Each of which is complete in itself. Self-contained. Enough...

Of course, this probably doesn't make too much sense without the entire context, and for that you will have to read it.

Read it and be moved...

Sunday, July 12, 2009

I Like You

Short and sweet.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Hot for Doctor

Having switched provinces, two years after the fact I figured it was probably time to find a local doctor for when I need one. After numerous long calls, snickering receptionists (like it's such an absurd thing to request a female doctor - they've got the same parts - makes sense does it not?) and no luck in my quest to find one...I bit the bullet and made an appointment for this afternoon to meet with the only doctor available to take on new patients. Good ol' Doctor C.

On a side note, have you ever noticed how many people gawk at you in the waiting room of a medical office? Close your mouth, avert your eyes and read a freakin' magazine or something. I'm not gawking at you, so kindly do the same, weirdos.

I had brought my book and was patiently absorbed when I heard my name called out. I looked up and found myself a hypocrite. Here I was, book in hand, peering over the top of it, gawking at the cutest doctor I have ever seen. Cuter, even than Patrick Dempsey. I somehow managed to grab my bag, book and stumble over to where he was casually waiting. What happened from there on in was a strange blur of medical history and professional banter, all I could seem to focus on were those gleaming blue eyes and charming smile.

That is until he shot me right back into reality:

"So, when was your last pap?"

Like it was a question about the weather.

I was like, huh?! Whhaaaaaaaooooooooooooohhhhh....that. Yeah. I was thinking there is NO WAY in HELL I will be able to pull it together to get through THAT one, with YOU. No offense buddy!

That I somehow made it through those awkward fifteen minutes of introductory dialogue was nothing short of a miracle. Especially the part where he recommended making an appointment for a physical. I would have liked to have seen my expression at that point.

However, Doctor C did seem like he knows what he's doing and there was something about him (besides the very obvious) that appealed to me.

Hmm. I guess we'll have to think about that one now, won't we.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Dirty Words

Ah, George. What would we do, if you hadn't graced us with your presence...