Mirror Improv

Rehearsal in the bathtub.

No, look at me!

The Berry Barn

The madre is gone now, but I will continue to post about her visit. As you may have seen on facebook, I took her to a place that advertised itself as the best in Saskatoon hospitality. This place was The Berry Barn. 

A barn! Or is it...

It was on a nice spot by the South Saskatchewan River, and to get there we drove by many farms, other Berry Barn-esque businesses, and the landfill.

"Any open houses in the area?" -Mother Wang

I actually live pretty close to the landfill. Handy if I need to find a bunch of seagulls to lasso to my giant peach!

Keeping informed

Went on a walk with the m-unit around campus the other day when I suddenly found myself strolling alone on the sidewalk. I looked around and there was the madre, intently studying a parking lot regulations sign. 

"Anyway, good to know."

My own car was parked on the street off campus.

Larry David

I see this in every parking lot I've been to, which is many here in the bush - black belt parking skills.

Fitting into this tight space must have been hard. 

Bravo, sir!

Life Dilemma

I am facing a huge life dilemma* - where should I work part-time during the day?

Option 1: lowly barista at Starbucks, making 15 cents above minimum wage. But I get to drink all the free coffee I want while I'm on shift!

Option 2: working lunch shifts at a "high-end" Japanese restaurant downtown. Here is a link to a most hilarious review... If you don't know which one I'm referring to, then I guess you'll never know because I won't tell you since it should be obvious. OK FINE it's the one left by EricaH.

Option 3: working the front desk at the Holiday Inn! If Snoop Dogg were to pass through town, he'd chill there, right? Except that it's a Holiday Inn Express, and I think part of my job would be to drive the shuttle bus between the airport and the hotel. Fun? Embarrassing? Awesome?

Because let's be honest, I am competing against high school students for these jobs, and ain't no one going to out-compete a high school student for their job like me.

Wouldn't it be fantastical to have to wear a stiff kimono while serving? And I could go really go all out and paint my face white and draw my eyebrows in an inch above where they really are, and make my hair into the shape of a peach so that I show off the sexy back part of my neck. Because according to the creepy guy who wrote Memoirs of a Geisha, people LO-OVE them some peach neck cleavage.


*not actually a dilemma

Food & Fashion

May I present to you a feast for the eyes and body!

Item 1.

Fresh greens, boiled in tap water and seasoned with boiled tap water:

Delicious.

Item 2.

Purple on purple on purple, with a necktie.

Say cheese! 

Sure that's fine too.

Classy Shopping

Webster's dictionary defines the word classy as an adjective meaning, "without class." True story.

I have been frequenting some extremely classy retail establishments since moving to the Bush. 

Yesterday, after a hard morning's work, I treated myself with a trip to Giant Tiger, a very classy Canadian chain, to which I had never been before. What a treat!

Canada is known for its giant tigers.

Fluorescent lighting and plastic hangers, my fave!

Then this afternoon I really went all out and went to the king of classy, Walmart.

Good job, Walmart!

interior of Walmart

Yes, Walmart sells "fresh" produce! Yes, I bought 2 Walmart-brand chicken breasts from the meat section! I am living it up and having adventures!