My BFF Miss Sugarpants her-talented-self did it for me. I gave her an idea of what I wanted and then said, ‘do it betch’ (we talk dirty like that to each other ALL THE TIME). And she did it! She knows me and knows what I like and I say you give her a pat on the back for her fantastic work or send her bags of twenty-dollar bills (actually you can send the bags of money to me and I’ll make sure she gets it *wink, shopping spree here I come*) – or if you need something designed, hire her! She’s worth the million bucks I had to give her. Oh I’m kidding – I just gave her a wet willy and we were even. Ha.

Oh, and I now have an Amazon Wish List, yup, it’s right over there and up, yup just click the button (is it wrong to beg?) —–> so yes, strangers can buy things for me! How awesome is that? I only have six items on my list, but I promise I’ll add to it. I want you to have choices, duh.

Thank you again Karen, I love the new me, it’s so me, pink and all. xo

Isn’t that a sweet photo? Ya, thought so. My girlfriend, who ‘loves me like a sister’ (feel the same way!) brought her middle daughter over yesterday so she could sleepover. My daughter Maddy (pictured on the left) and Gracie are just such great friends. They are a lot alike, which being a couple of divas, you’d think they would fight like cats and dogs – or divas. And they both have very strong personalities….But nope, they get along so well it’s almost scary.

I took the girls shopping yesterday and since I’m used to shopping for only one girl (and three boys), it was a treat really. Anyone who knows me, knows I sorta, kinda have a slight addiction to shopping. And I love shopping for girls and making purchases for two, was, well, double the fun.

I also had the pleasure of listening to their conversations, which are quite interesting to say the least. One is almost 8 (going on 18) and the other is 7 (going on 17)….slightly scary.

Maddy: OMG, like, I so want a convertable (after seeing one pass us on the road)!

Gracie: OMG, I know, me too! My mom wants to get me a punch-buggy, but I don’t like those.

Maddy: Me either! Like, my brother Ryan loves punch-buggies but I hate them.

Gracie: Ya, I know.

Maddy: We should pretend we are sisters all day. That will be so fun!

Gracie: I know, let’s do it. I want to be your sister.

Maddy: But we have different hair color, is that gonna suck?

Gracie: No it won’t. My sisters at home don’t really have the same color hair as me and like, we’re still sisters.

Maddy: Ya, you’re like right. OMG I wish you were my sister for real.

Gracie: Ya, me too. OMG I love that top!

Maddy: OMG, that is sooo pretty. I’ll ask my mom if she can, like, buy them for us. We’ll be like sisters who like wearing the same kind of clothes.

Gracie: Okay!

Mom bought them the shirts. And matching skirts. And matching hoodies. And matching socks. *Ahem*

Proceed to checkout….Madison starts talking to the lady waiting at the counter and telling her their life stories, all the while pretending they are sisters…

Maddy: OMG, this is gonna be so cool us having the same clothes. But my shirt like yours – mine is the pink one and yours is the green one are like two different sizes because I’m taller than you so I needed the medium and you needed the small but our skirts are both size 6X and our socks are like the same size because there is no size.

Gracie: I know, I like the skirts and the shirts are the same except they are like different colors, but that’s okay. Our hoodies are exactly the same. And we don’t want to wait until school starts to wear these because we want to match now.

Maddy: Ya, we want to match now.

Maddy: Um, you’re like my best friend.

Gracie: You’re mine too. I have other best friends.

Maddy: Ya, me too. I have like five best friends and you’re one of them. My mom said it’s okay to have more than one best friend because people have enough room in their hearts to like, love a lot of people and stuff.

Gracie: Ya, I have like a million best friends. Well, my whole class is my best friend. Except two stinky boys. They’re so not my best friends. Just the rest of the class.

Maddy: I know a couple of boys that I don’t like very much and no way would they EVER be my best friends. Never. OMG it’s so fun pretending to be sisters.

Gracie: I know, I wish I could sleepover for like a whole weekend because my sister Hanna got to go with auntie to spend the whole weekend and like I want to do that at your house.

Maddy: I know, maybe my mom will let us do that next weekend.

Gracie: I want to do that. My sister gets to go for the whole weekend and it should be fair so I should get to stay for a whole weekend.

Maddy: Ya things have to be like fair.

Gracie: Can we go in the pool later?

Maddy: Ya my mom said we could. I got two new bathing suits, well one is a bikini and the other is just a one-piece. They’re both green but I think the one-piece one is going to be too big. It’s like a size 8, but I really only take a 6X and sometimes a 7 but they didn’t have those sizes so my mom said get the 8 and if it’s too big, it’s okay. So I picked that one. I like your new sneakers.

Gracie: Thanks I like them too. I like your Hannah Montana sandals. You got those because you like Hannah Montana right?

Maddy: Ya, I like that show. I saw the Hannah Montana 3D movie at the theaters.

Gracie: I did too. I liked it. I like Hannah Montana, we watch that show all the time. Like a lot.

Maddy: Me too.

Gracie: I want to go to McDonalds. Your mom said she would take us.

Maddy: Ya she said she would. And I so want to get in the pool when we get home. It’s so hot out.

Gracie: I know. I have a pair of Hannah Montana sunglasses.

Maddy: Ya, me too.

I could go on, but like, you get the drift. The whole day, the two of them were chatty cathies and I’m sure they drove my son up the wall. He managed to keep himself occupied luckily. He did a lot of eye rolling and such.

The girls finally fell asleep around midnight and woke at 9 this morning – I could hear them upstairs giggling. They came down a short time later, once again dressed in matching outfits. Oh the life of little girl best friends!

See that photo? Yup that one. It was taken this past summer at Calaway Park here in Calgary. One of my best friends and I bought season passes and took our kids several times during July and August.

While we wished we were in an air conditioned building happily slugged along, our kids ran ahead excitedly. I snapped some photos and the above picture in now featured at http://www.schmap.com HERE, which is kinda cool. So if you’re looking for a fun place to take your kids and have a giant bunny hug them, Calaway Park is the way to go. Yay baby!

Not just any job, a writing job. Writing! I love to eat, sleep and watch tv too but don’t get paid for that write, it’s one of my great passions (of course along with photography), you know, besides Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked icecream.

So where am I working? Let me tell you the whole story. Get popcorn and a drink because you’re gonna be here awhile or bored and you might as well keep busy with food and drink.

One of my super best friends Karen called me on Monday. I was busy sleeping curing some disease when the phone rang. She told me that one of the writers where she writes left the job and wanted to know if I was interested in the position. Well hells bells. Yes!

She then tells me to write to the ‘boss man’ and ‘be funny’. Well that’s not gonna happen easy because I’m funny 24/7, even while sleeping, so that’s not difficult at all to achieve. I write an email to apply for the position, and I’d like to believe I was offered the job less than 24 hours later because the boss thought I was rivoting, couldn’t take his eyes off of my email sorta deal. Or, it may be, because they were desperate for another writer and desperation makes people do things they wouldn’t normally do, like hiring me. Either way, I got the job!

You can find me at Babble (Fame Crawler) and if you want to read any of my stories, I’m giving you my blessing to do so (aren’t I sweet?) (No seriously, read them. Please?). You can also read my co worker’s stories too-’The Lead Blogger’, ‘The Caffeinated’, ‘The Gossip Whore’, ‘The Brat (Karen, the awesome chick who recommended me), and me, again, this is all about me, ‘The Princess’ (Sassy Smith).

Aren’t you just so excited for me? I, um, actually get paid for writing about celebs and I don’t have to be nice when I’m writing about them either, although I can’t really swear or call their kids ugly but I can so get past that. Can you even imagine my excitement? Let’s just say my excitement is annoying my family, it’s that good.

A big thank you to Karen, Whit and Ada for helping me get started (Karen said she was so happy I wasn’t a tool, ha) and to my fellow co-workers, who welcomed me aboard. I was going to send you all cash as a thank you, but that’s tacky. Instead, wrap your arms around yourself and give yourself a hug, from me to you. Aren’t I thoughtful? Yes, of course I am.

I worked sooo hard today. What did I do you ask? Let me tell you. I spent about, approximately, sorta, perhaps, kinda FIVE HOURS 20 minutes on the phone with my wench Angie and we SHOPPED browsed on Ebay. And, and, and, get this…..I witnessed her Ebay virginity being taken. How awesome is that? I walked her through the transaction like a proud mother bird watching her baby bird fall from the tree. Wait, not fall, fly. Ya fly. That’s what I meant. No, seriously, she did fine. And by fine, I mean she should step away from the Ebay. I’m kidding. She really did suck at the whole Ebay thing. Joking. She’s not to be trusted with a mouse and a monitor and an Ebay account. Again, I’m teasing. It’s called sarcasm. Try it sometime, you might just like it. I recommend it with a bowl of cereal. Nothin’ says fun like Shredded Wheat and a side of sarcasm. Yum. Ha. Where’s my medication you ask? Ya, I think I forgot to take it. Note to self: Find it.

Anyway, after doing all that shopping shopping shopping work, we decided we should get off the phone because 20 minutes was a long time. Nine am to 2pm, IS twenty minutes right? Right. Thought so. Calculating time is my forte. I should be a timesmith along with the wordsmith that I am. Ooh double threat. Shaaaazam!

She’s the kind of friend, who you may not talk to every single day but you know that she thinks about you and you think about her and when you do talk, you can share anything. She’s the kind of friend who would drop what she’s doing if you needed her to come over and give you some wicked migraine pills to help ease your stupid painful migraine. She’s the kind of friend who hurts when you hurt. She’s the kind of friend who would finish putting together your patio set because you’re too girlie to figure the fucker out and may break a nail. She’s the kind of friend who laughs with you AND at you because she knows that you would never get mad at her for making fun of your blonde moments. *Because you’d be mad often since you often have them*……..but I digress.

She’s the kind of friend who makes really yummy potato salad and loves that you love it. She’s the kind of friend who loves your chocolate chip cookies so much, that’d she hide them from her own offspring to totally enjoy them all to herself. Now that’s a friend.

She’s the kind of friend who can say ‘fuck’ and make it sound so funny and at the same time, she can say just the right thing to make you feel better when you’re down. She’s the kind of friend who, you actually haven’t a clue what the hell she’s saying when she’s really riled up because of her accent but you think it’s freakin’ hilarious to listen to her.

She’s the kind of friend who cares about how to approach you or tell you something for fear of hurting you, because she would never want to hurt you. And she never has.

She’s the kind of friend you’ll have for life, no matter where she lives and now she’s going to be living far far away and although I’m sad about that, sad that I can’t just call her up and say ‘can you come over?’ and sad that we can’t have any more of our girls out breakfasts with Ang (another sweet friend but this isn’t about you wench…haha) but as her friend, I’m very happy for her new life change.

Penny, I wish you much success in your new home, your new city, your new everything and I will be coming to visit because you’re going to make me some of your potato salad and I’m going to sit by your pool and you’re going to take me shopping. Bossy aren’t I? I miss you already.