I joined a cult...

...is just one of many reasons that I could have form not blogging for so long. The truth is I am just crazy busy at work, and am also committed to a curling team, a Rugby team, and 8 little girls in pink shirts. The only reason I am getting this up now is because I just realized, at the last minute, that curling is starting at 7:30 tonight, instead of 7:00. I only realized it about 2 minutes before I was all set to leave, so I am really glad I remembered, or I would be sitting at the North Shore Winter Club very pissed off for half an hour.
Some highlights from the last little while:
- Mark and I found a very good Vietnamese restaurant. I had almost given up on ever finding some decent bun and pho in Vancouver, so I am surprised we actually bothered trying this place, but it was good, and I am quite pleased.
- I commenced my role as a Guider for a Sparks unit at a church in the West End. The girls are so cute. Well, except for one. She's a little pain in the ass and I don't like her.
- Went to see "Beauty and the Beast" on stage at the Stanley theatre. It was my (and Mark's and Mark's parents) Christmas gift from Mark's sister and brother-in-law. It was pretty good. For a stage version of a Disney movie. I mean, really.
- Constructed a balsa wood rainbow as a centrepiece for circle time at Sparks. I was going to take a picture of it, because I was very proud of how crafty I was in making it, but I forgot.

Okay that's it. I have to go. My time is just not my own right now. Sighs and pity.

I'm Worth It! (sort of)

I was looking at my work-out wardrobe recently and I was appalled. Old, worn out t-shirts, shabby and discolored; one decent sports bra that is constantly being quick-washed in the sink and hung over night to be used again the next day; and a choice between two baggy pairs of running shorts. It'’s pathetic. I am a committed and earnest exerciser and I deserve to go the gym looking at least slightly better than a hobo.
So today I went to the Lululemon Factory Outlet Store and treated myself to a new pair of shorts and a top from the flawed factory seconds. After all, I'm worth it.
Baby steps for my inner cheapskate.