Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Life Lately

I was all inspired by Rae's summertime post, although my summer hasn't been quite as magical looking as hers is, I've had a few magic moments between working working working.

Magic number 1:


A little music festival happened a couple kilometers from my house, and so I took the Saturday off from the tattoo shop to spend some time with the boys. Well honestly the kids ditched us the second we were through the gates, but that was fine.


It was HOT out. Not like, kind of hot, but like half the people there had sunburns by the end of the first day hot. Like, it's totally worth it to stand in a half hour line to refill your water bottle hot.

I was most excited to see Father John Misty, The Black Keys and The Sheepdogs, and very curious about how Jane's Addiction would be. Everyone we saw was great. ESPECIALLY Father John Misty. Love that guy!! I searched for a video to show you all and a guy posted one from almost exactly where I was standing.




The guy in the red hat in the corner of the video is one of the artists from Tattoo Zoo, Mason, and I was right beside him! :) Small world.

See? This is the picture I took.




It was a good weekend, and Ryan and I got to spend a lot of time together, just him and me, not doing errands or being in or around the house. It's funny how that kind of thing becomes a rarity.

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Magic number 2: (lol)

I have been giving T-dog his various allergy medications in a little scoop of peanut butter every morning and night, and I've found that using a fork makes it a little easier to clean. I swear, cleaning peanut butter spoons is THE WORST. Anyway after a week or so of doing this I realized I made a peanut butter rose.



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Magic number 3:

I've been given about a month of full-time bookstore work, because they can use all the help they can get around there with setting up the Fall books. You should see the insane amount of pallets piled high with boxes and cases of books that keep arriving and arriving, every day there's more. And every single book in every single box on every single pallet has to be meticulously recorded and stocked in its appropriate area, and then the shelves have to be labelled and stocked in the store by course. It's a huge job.

Anyway bla bla bla, that's not the magic part. The magic thing happened last week. I was putting a million books on a million shelves in the bookstore and I literally, over the course of 3 days, heard 4 people mention adult coloring books.

So I emailed the bookstore manager, who is also the manager of the printshops around both campuses, and said hey, we should get coloring books in here. Or, you know, maybe I could design one...?

I just threw it out there. And HE SAID YES. So I've been working every spare moment on this new super fun project. Here's an example page I posted on my never_see_them_fing instagram:


Right now I'm drawing a skyline of Victoria for a page. I am aiming to have 60 pages ready for September. Wish me luck with this!!

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Magic number 4:

The movie Trainwreck. It is HILARIOUS. Ryan surprised me with movie tickets last night and since I am a huge Amy Schumer fan and a huge Bill Hader fan it was a no-brainer, we had to see it. I totally 100% say go see it unless you are easily offended, like the 2 ladies sitting in front of us. I kept hearing little exclamations like "OH THAT'S DISGUSTING" hahaha

Maybe look at some of Amy's stand up before you see the movie, actually.

I like her. A lot.



Friday, 24 July 2015

wow

So finding time to write blog posts is difficult sometimes. I have a lot of balls in the air at the moment, but I still have all the good intentions of telling you all about going to a music festival last weekend. That was already five days ago! What the?

I have Sunday off, maybe that'll be the day I take some computer time. I can't believe I live in a world where it takes me a week to blog about something.


This is my new dayplanner from Ban.do. It kind of says it all. 

Please don't forget about me, blog friends! I'm doing my best!

I have been more into Twitter lately though, it's easy to use on the bus or on my breaks at work. Check me out at @novaisawesome, I mainly RT things I find especially hilarious, but I also read and respond to my internet buddies. 







Saturday, 18 July 2015

When you're in the bridal party you have no time to take pictures

My little sister got married last Saturday.



Her and her ... HUSBAND! (WHAT THE FUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck my little sister has a husband omg) have been together for EVER. They were high school sweethearts and it just feels right that they're married now.

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Setting up and decorating

The day before the wedding there was a lot of work to be done: moving chairs, hanging lights, finishing all kinds of finicky decorating thingys, stalking stocking the bar, etc etc etc. My sister knows me and that I didn't want to be around a bunch of strangers all day, so she gave me the task of making a sign to go over the candy bar. I went out with the maid of honor and we scoured the town for a chalk board. How hard is it to find a chalk board you may ask? Well. Our first destination, WalMart, was closed due to the power being out (?) and yeah. Nowhere else in the town has even heard of chalkboards I guess.

I ended up finding some acrylic paint and kitchen "art" with roosters on it at the dollar store and improvised.


Between coats of grey I moved 300 chairs and helped with table cloth placement. I ended up bringing it all back to my mom's house and outlining everything with sharpies. I was going to just use the black paint but the only brushes I could find were super stiff dollar store type and they were not cutting it. Oh well, it turned out ok.

Everyone else worked much harder than I did. 

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Getting there from our house: Walk 1.2km, bus, bus, walk 2km to airport because we missed the shuttle, stop and pick blackberries, walk more, airplane, taxi. Stay at dad's house overnight. Borrow dad's Jeep. Drive 2.5 hours. Arrive very hot and sweaty. Start plotting ways to steal the Jeep from my dad.



Getting home: Drive 2.5 hours, stay at dad's house, boys go to football game while I go to grandma's house, sleep again, super early ride with dad on his way to work, airplane, airplane, shuttle, bus, bus, trolley, walk 1 block. Home by noon.

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Quote of the week:

My grandma: You can all come over to my place on Monday.
Ryan: We are going to a football game in the evening but I'm free all afternoon.
Grandma (to Ryan): Well you can come over any time.
Ryan: Grandma! You're not supposed to flirt with me in front of Nova.
Grandma: Well, you know me, I'm easy!
All: LOL
Grandma: Oh no, I'm not easy! But you can trick me! (wink)

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I have learned that I need to practice getting my picture taken before I'm in a wedding. Holy unflattering photos everywhere. Yikes. Thanks Facebook haha


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My family is fun. Due to a stupid foot situation I couldn't do much dancing and due to an antidepressant situation I couldn't do much drinking but I still had a great time and was there until 2-ish in the morning.



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Bad customer service stories.

1. The wedding taxi. 

There was supposed to be a free taxi set up all night for wedding guests. Great idea, right? Well yes, if the taxi driver wasn't driving a black car, parked with his lights off at the very far corner of the parking lot!

My BROTHER IN LAW (WHAAAAT NEW BROTHER!!!) ended up phoning the taxi company asking where the guy was, and they said he was there. He went outside and said he didn't see any taxi. I guess the guy got in trouble because next thing you know he drove up and started swearing at the groom and said he could forget it, no taxi for you.

And left.

No taxi. Luckily by that time there was maybe only 30-ish guests left so my step-dad volunteered to drive everyone else home. But seriously what the hell?

2. The hotel.

We heard numerous stories about this same hotel the day after the wedding but this was the worst one. After getting a ride to the hotel wearing literally just their wedding clothes, no wallets or anything, my sister and her new husband showed up to check in to their wedding suite.

Bridal suite?

Whatever it's called, you know what I mean. The fancy room for newlyweds.

So yeah they walk in and say "we are here for our room" and the lady says "there is no reservation for you here".

WTF

My sister said they stood there for an extremely long time while the lady did nothing but reiterate over and over that there was nothing under their names until finally one of them had to say OK WHAT IS THE SOLUTION HERE?

To which she replied...

"Well, we do have this other honeymoon suite available."

Um yeah, maybe she could have mentioned that first!

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Dogs and cats.

There is one thing you can't ever get enough of, and that's pictures of DOGS. At least in my opinion. So between my dad's goofy dog and my mom's 39248032984 weird little mops my instagram feed was flooded for a while with animal photos. 



There are a few cats in there as well. 

I think we need a bigger version of this one:

Bahaha. The standing up one's name is Wooly Bear and he's pretty awesome.
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There's so much more to tell but sometimes it gets boring to hear about people's sisters' weddings. I get it.

I'll end it here and maybe if I think of more good stories I'll tell you later.






Thursday, 9 July 2015

ant party


Walking to the bus stop I saw a beautiful shiny green piece of jewelry on the ground set in some kind of dark...WAIT A MINUTE


Tuesday, 7 July 2015

How many tattoos do you have? Part forty one - alien Mr. Burns

YES I GOT A SIMPSONS TATTOO FINALLY

This thing is still healing but I couldn't wait to write about it.

A long time ago (I don't know, five years ago or something) Chris Hold was an apprentice at Tattoo Zoo. Now he's a fucking big shot tattoo man in Vancouver. He came back to his roots for a little visit a week and a bit ago and I was lucky enough to find some time with him.

This is on the inside side of my right knee. No idea why the colors in this picture are so washed out, bad bedroom lighting I guess. Trust me, it's amazing and vibrant.


Here's a couple photos of the terrible bruise I got. There is something about certain tattooers and my thighs that equal insane bruising. Hey at least you can see the colors better in these pics.

Gross!!

"Don't be afraid!" YEAHHHHHHHH