Of all the things I love about my home; fantastic view, large sundrenched deck, low mainenance yard, alley access, simple floor plan, quiet street, nice real estate neighbour to my left, stowic unapproachable neighbour to the right…yes it is my little piece of paradise, yet there is always something every woman (or man for that matter) can find flawed about their castle.

For me, and likely every woman out there, I find the lack of closet space my biggest issue. As I stroll through the many images of beautiful homes I’ve had the pleasure of viewing and photographing, I can’t help but admire the walk in closets! Some of these homes have one in every bedroom, and often also sport walk in pantries in the kitchen (ahhhhh).

But I have something special that I affectionately refer to as my walkin floor. Yes, like most teenagers, I have a closet, but alas it is far too full of clothes I just know at some point I will fit into again, and so the clothes that I do actually fit into find their place lovingly on my walkin floor.

Some items are in piles, some items are in neat stacks, some piles consist of collections of mismatched socks that have sadly lost their twins in traumatic laundry accidents, or have been stolen by our beloved labrador for chewing experiments. Either way, it is both interesting and challenging to locate the exact shirt I had intended to wear each morning, usually resulting in a massive dig and restructuring because my walkin floor system is not anywhere near as organized as the walkin closet I dream of having some day.

So as much as I adore my humble abode with stunning open views of the Port Moody inlet, I find that if not for the stunning views and sundrenched deck I would have this sucker up for sale in 10 seconds flat and take the first offer that hit the kitchen table.

As a side note, I recently found 10 of the missing sock twins from the corner of my walkin floor. They are all clean and ready to be reunited with their grieving twins, except for the holes that the dog affectionately adorned them with…which means they can only be worn on Sundays and in certain company. Oh well, waste not a holy sock, want not a walkin closet. A girl can dream, right?

Ok, so I said it out loud & likely offended a few souls out there, but frankly we are all weird. The question is "how weird is weird to you?". Some of us have huge tolerance levels for weirdness, and others have none at all. I have a huge tolerance and find people whom others would classify weird quite interesting...because they ARE weird. I don't "judge" people anymore because I've been known to be amazingly wrong about my preconceptions. Plus, I'd hate for someone to meet me on a bad day and tell everyone they know that I'm a bitch, when the truth is that I'm a very nice person who enjoys observing weird people, while occassionally having bad days.

Do we judge others too quickly? Yes - and it is a destructive habit! The reason I bring up the subject of weirdness is because I attended the ACDC concert the other night and was surround by the largest crowd of weird people I've ever encountered before. But I mean weird in a good way. These people were huge fans - devoted fans - adoring fans - drunk and/or stoned fans - whom could not have been more excited about the arrival of their favourite band to Vancouver than Premier Gordon Campbell getting away with bringing in the HST. It was like watching roughly 55,000 people milling around the street whom had all just won a large sum of money in the lottery. They were adroned in red flashing horns, ACDC t-shirts, headbands, school boy shorts & ties, tams, wigs, tattoos & wide eyed excitement. They ranged in age from 12 - 70 (similar to the Rolling Stone's concert crowd). Let's face it...to the everyday Joe, these people were pretty much as weird as weird gets, next to Gay Pride Day attendees! And as a side note, watching "normal people" watch "weird people" was equally as entertaining. Damned I wish I had my good camera with me!
Below is a 15 second video clip of the concert. We had floor seats, but if I could do this again I wouldn't pay for a floor seat as it was a waste of money (unless you have no intension of actually "seeing" the band). If you can't understand what they are singing in this clip, don't worry - we couldn't either because the decible levels were unregisterable!


I SAID THE DECIBLE LEVELS WERE UNREGISTERABLE!!! lol.

Ok, so the bottom line here is that you just gotta love people for who they are. If they are weird to you, then so be it. Now if only you knew how weird you are to others...

No matter whom you voted for in the last Provincial election, you do continue to have a voice after the fact, it is merely a matter of exercising it.

Recent news is the imminent inception of a Harmonized Sales Tax system where the GST and the PST are blended to create a Harmonized Sales Tax (HST). This hugely affects the people and business' that were previously exempt from collecting PST on their sales. An example would be the restaurant business. My first thought was that people would be less likely to pay a gratuity to their server on the total tab to make up for the cost addition of 7% that was not previously there. Only time will tell how much of an impact this will have on the already struggling industry, and how many more jobs will be lost in the current economic climate. Campbell's timing on this is hideous, but then most of his decisions are. One long time Vancouver restaurant owner suggested that for many restaurants it could amount to a $50,000.00 per year loss in sales which is easily the difference between staying afloat or closing the doors. Expect more doors to close that open with Campbell at the helm.

It is not news that Premier Gordon Campbell is both thoughtless and careless in his implementation of policies, but his recent re-election only proves that those whom took the time to vote spent as much time researching the candidates as they did going to the voting both to mark their "X" on the voter's ballot. They say a devil known is better than a devil unknown, but a devil non-the-less.

I find BC'ers quite complacent in many ways, accepting the ignored campaign promises and never acting to make change when they get kicked in the pants again and again by the devil known. We all had the same chance to NOT vote for Campbell and although I chose to vote for a "devil unknown" I was unfortunately in the minority. Does that make me smarter, faster or stronger than those who voted for Campbell? Oh, how I would like to say yes here, but the answer sadly is no. It does however give me the right to point out that we all have the same chance to Act or Accept on our futures by being a little less complacent by speaking your minds now on every issue regardless of whom you cast your vote for or who is currently in office. Your words do carry weight, but they must be in volumes to be effective. For example, sharing this blog opinion counts as acting against the implimentation of HST!

With every issue that strikes a chord in you, add these three words to your opinion…Act or Accept?