Adventures with J9

Saturday, a day at the spa..sounds innocent enough right? WRONG, especially on adventures with J9. When the day ends with an actual list of written quotes that makes you laugh uncontrollably, you know it was good!

It started with the idea (pre- Home renovation I might add) that we should have a girls day. I live in the boonies, and don't get to see my friends a whole heck of a lot, and yes we chat on the phone, but there is always a TV going, a husband asking questions, ect. I wanted to get away, and relax and most important, gossip.

We decided to visit Le Scandinave
Its beautiful!!!

My Day started bright and early at 6am. As i mentioned we are doing a little renovating on our main floor, so I had to get up and make sure the house was decent, not to mention i needed to pack (robe, flip flops..ect). Then at 7:15 the phone rings, its J9...she took a left turn into somewhere and was heading the WRONG direction. So i got out the trusty map...and she was good to go. She must have been flying cause she still made it here with 2 mins to spare...Glad i was driving to the spa. So after a few rather pungent manure episodes and 1 winning roll up the rim later, we were there



We arrive, change into our suits, get our robes, and off we go! There are 3 hot tub pools, 3 cold plunge pools (also known as the torture pools), 2 outdoor firepits, 1 Eucalyptus steam bath, 1 Finnish Sauna, and lots of chairs to relax.

Not to mention the "quite please" and the QUIET police shushing everyone non-stop. Apparently serenity is only achieved through absolute silence.

We decided from the get go, hey, If we are driving all that way, might as well making a day out of it. A spa package it is. Lunch, all-day access to the pools, 60 min massage, and a stainless steel water bottle....fab!. WRONG...jerks didn't have any waterbottles..I will eventually get over it.
Lunch...at a spa...how...healthy...haha
Ham and cheese sandwhich on a ciabatta triangle with your choice of salad...Salad...not a lettice salad. there was beet salad, cucumber and tomato salad (yum! thats what i chose), 3 different kinds of bean salad (probably not a good plan) and BRUSSEL SPROUT and balsamic salad...oh my goodness. This is what J9 choose. Ok, Brussel Sprouts on their own, not that appealing, but add a tangy vinegar that makes them brown, not exactly the best combo. She wouldn't even touch it. Ok..that enough, about lunch..EXCEPT!... when you go to a random spa, in the middle of no-where (especially one that is 4 hours from your hometown) you don't expect to see 5 girls you went to Highschool with there. No we didn't say Hi, bitchy i know, but they weren't people i talked to then, not about to start now.

1:15pm- Massage time!! I was personally looking forward to this. J9 was dreading the fact that she was about to get man handled...possibly by a man...But its on her list...too bad! And Man-handled she was...but the hottest massage therapist i have ever seen. All she said was " Glad i wasn't a guy, if i had a boner there was no way to hide it"

We spend a few more hours, hoot pool, torture plunge, steam, relax. and avoiding the "shh" police. On the way back to the changeroom the "shh" police are now conversing (quietly of course) at the door. No talking allowed...hello! you better believe i shushed the shhh police and won!

After a quick dinner and one car dance party it was time to head home. Hot husband has now been alone all day, and up to who knows what.

this is how the ride home went
J9:"WALTER'S FALLS"!!!! Lets go..."
Kim: "is there even falls there"
J9: "I dunno"
Kim: "call hot husband"
J9: "hey hot husband, whats in Walters falls"
Hot Husband: "what am i a tour guide"
J9: "yup"

a few random side roads later and one "oh Kimberley"

we were there!
picture, picture, picture.
J9: "thats it"
Kim: "um, its loud over there, lets go look"
j9: "OH, theres the falls!!"
Picture, picture, picture, a few random sideroads and one CRAZY STEEP one later "they should have a porta potty at the bottom from when you crap your pants"
we were home...adventures with J9...done, and I lived to blog about it....until next year!

Bucket Lists

The Bucket List - The list of things you want to do before you die....hmmm

So lately, my life has been filled with conflict(told you i was usually mid-crisis), mostly internally on how to deal with an outer conflict (a huge one) that has been plagueing me for what seems like forever. This UGLY conflict (a family issue..middle child symdrom maybe?) actually came to a head 2 weeks ago. I have been getting increasingly worked up about this, and more and more my WONDERFUL (love you honey) husband (from now on refered to as Jobo) has been telling me "just relax, focus on what really matters" or some form of the same message.

I got to thinking about this...what does really matter?

Family...of course, they will always be #1. Friends...yup, any good true friend would bail you out of jail just like a family member would (either that or be sitting right next to you in the slammer...cough...J9.. cough), so I think that friends and family should be one catagory...but what else? Maybe i should rent the movie?

So while sitting at the computer, trying to think of the answer..or at least something to write and listening to the wind blowing outside, no i am not being all romantically discriptive, its just really windy outside, I just realized.... wait..I just had it...seriously

Ugh, My mind is moving way to fast for me to type or maybe that wasn't the answer.
I am thinking that my Bucket List is something thats going to take longer then 30 mins to compose. Maybe this weekend I should think about this. J9 and I are heading to Blue Montain to the spa, I think this would be a great place to reflect on my Bucket List. Although, adventures with J9 (she needs her own reality show..seriously) can get interesting.

I guess stay tuned, find out what I come up with...

Creepy Creeping

Facebook Creeping- def. - An act in which one looks at a friend's/stranger's facebook profile, pictures, and recent activity. Everyone denies their involvement in this act (when in reality most people do it when bored), then in turn accuse someone else of doing it later. - Urban Dictionary

So here is my beef with this. Complaining about facebook creeping is sort of pointless and well lets face it your own fault. You have added these people to your friend list, allowing them to see your information, pictures and activities. If you don't want people to see this stuff, DON'T ADD THEM TO YOUR FRIEND LIST!!. Someone on my friend list has well over 800 people on their friend list AND makes a point of sending DAILY love messages back and forth to their significant other via facebook actually changed their facebook status to a comment about people creeping.
I know my taking the time to blog about this isn't much better, but I am also not the one complaining about people creeping on my facebook.

We all facebook creep, isn't the the point of facebook? Isn't it a way for people to keep in touch, stay in turn with what your friends are doing? Don't we post our pictures and blog links (like this one) on facebook so people will check them out?

The basic low-down of this rant (yes, thats how it turned out) is...ready for it...its simple...If you don't want people "creeping" your facebook, don't add them as friends...especially since you probably have creeped them (or someone else) a time or two.

Great Expectations...

Expectations....who sets these and why do we always have to live up to them?
As I am writing this, on a major new website (that happens to be my homepage) the headlines read "Canada falling short at these games" with the byline being "not meeting medal expectations". I think this is CRAP! When the Olympic games started, the "expectation" was about getting the first gold medal on home soil (don't get me wrong, this is an amazing feat). I was shocked and appauled that what Jen Heil narrowly missed the gold (only to receive silver) was asked moments later how she felt abot dissappointing Canada???? Who said she disappointed anyone, and who gave that reporter the right to speak for Canada??? This has continued over the last week and a half anytime a canadian athlete doesn't live up to the "expectation" set forth.
I am now beginning to hate this word...Expectation...
Why can't they use the word Hopeful? I think we should use this new found Canadian pride the world is talking about to stand behind our medal "hopefuls", show these "expectation makers" that we are in no way dissappointed in any of our atletes representing Canada!!! UGH! this is actually making me mad!
Our athletes train day in and day out, they compete against the best in the world, only to hear how they are disappointing their country...this is ridicious!!! The only thing I am disappointed in are the people speaking for the rest of us (or at least me)

To Blog, or not to Blog??

So here it is, the answer, obviously it was to blog. It seems to be the thing to do lately. I have been following a friends blog slightlyinsanestacey (linked at the side over there -->) for a while. I have litterly known her most my life. Then my best friend from highschool decided to blog about turning 30 and the list of 101 things to do before turning 30. This sparked a conversation about blogging and turning the dreaded 30 (really...i don't see the crisis in it, but they seem to disagree, you are only as old as you feel) between slightlyinsanestacey and I. It was with her encouragement, here I am, my blogness in all its glory. I am new to this. I am not exactly the most technologically advanced. I don't own an MP3 player, I don't twitter, although I do facebook.

Things may change, and hey, my spelling and grammar may even improve (if you haven't already noticed, i type how i would speak, not grammatically correct, and as for spelling, its a lost cause here, so just deal with it.)

So back to turning 30? I currently am 28 years old, married, my husband and I own our house, we don't have any children ...yet (thats another blog for another day).
Is turning 30 really that bad? I still have roughly 501 days ( 1 year 4 months and a few days)to go. Should I feel like turning 30 is a dread? My husband is 30...he doesn't seem any differnt then when he was 29 or 28 even. Are there certain life event I should have accomplished? Maybe this list needs further investigation?
I guess in the days to come, we will find out.