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Is that a Banana in your pocket…

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First off. Happy Earth Day, everyone! (Remember, today is also the day we need to start bringing our own grocery bags to the store or we will be purchasing them for $0.05 each.)

hammockFor those of my readers who live in Canada, have you ever seen the television show called Dragons Den? It comes on CBC and it consists of entrepreneurs pitching their ideas in order to score some financing from “The Dragons” which are business experts themselves.

There was one episode where a person came on trying to market their banana holders so your banana’s don’t get bruised and mushy.

In the morning, you don’t really know exactly what you want to snack at work, and the banana’s are right there within your reach on the kitchen counter in the cute little banana hammock. Throw it in your purse and off you go on your commute to work/school. Once you’re ready to eat that said banana, it’s bruised like no other and tastes all mushy. Yech!

Nobody likes mushy bananas.

So, the person (don’t remember if it was a guy/girl) invented a plastic cover to go over your banana. Like a tupperware container for your sandwiches — just banana shaped. Well, the Dragons turned the idea down! Point being, my boyfriend and I were at Zellers a few weeks ago (maybe months…?) and saw this exact same banana holder! The guys ended up getting some sort of deal from other investors whom obviously watched this episode. I picked it up and had an “ah-ha, I remember this!” moment. But immediately put it down because I really don’t give a crap about banana holders, and the price was a little high for my liking even if I was interested in purchasing this product.

Okay, so the point of this blog entry was to mention that I stumbled upon something that reminded me exactly like the banana holders that were shown on  Dragon’s Den. Except with a little more erotic. Totally legit Banana Bunker. O_o I’ll leave the rest up to you.

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Climbers Rock

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11I actually miss those dry, scaly roughed up calloused hands of mine. I want to have my muscular climber back, back. I guess you don’t realize how in shape you were, doing something so amazingly fun, is so great for  your body, until you actually stop doing that one thing. Climbing had definitely kept me in shape from when I started in 1994, all the way up until I moved out of Newfoundland in 2006. That’s twelve years folks. I had built up some good muscle (mostly secondary muscles because my biceps were seriously, super peuniey). I mean, it wasn’t an exercise, or something that I felt I had to do — it was for pure enjoyment. I literally lived at the gym, when I had nothing else to do. That being, I was there 5 days a week.

I have yet to find something that excites me as much as climbing does. Soccer is all in great fun and keeps me active, but it does not keep me in shape if I’m only going to 2 games per week. That’s all I do right now, and it’s not enough. Running is also something I enjoy, but it’s a love/hate relationship.

Being from The Rock (Newfoundland’s nickname), “giving up” on climbing was hard. I wish there was something relatively close to where I am. Inconveniently the city had closed down one of the local indoor bouldering caves I had scoped out with the boyfriend a while prior to my move. Now there’s a bunch of outlet shopping stores there. I refuse to go inside.

While boyfriend was shopping around at MEC for gym bags to use a few weeks ago, as his was literally falling apart at the seams, I decided to browse the climbing section and look at the shoes. I’m currently rockin’ the lime green (they look yellow  but they aren’t!) La Sportiva Miura’s who has yet to do me wrong, and it has seriously been the best shoe to fit my small heel. I’ve never had troubles slipping out of them while doing heel hooks. I’m not really looking for a new shoe, because my 5 year old Miura’s are still going strong, without a resole, but what the heck. No harm in looking, so why not stay in the same family because obviously La Sportiva is my new BFF. I picked up a nice blue pair of Women’s Katanas, I’m pretty sure I was just sold on the color itself. Immediately I wanted to purchase them, without even trying them on, and without having a regular gym to go to.

After I was done, I went to look at their biners (I’m a sucker for different colored biners, JUST to use for my house key. I saw something on the table, so I scooped up one of many business cards that were laying down on the counter  in that same climbing section.

Obviously I’m itching to get back into the groove of things and pick up climbing again.

It was a Climbers Rock business card, and they just so happen to be a little bit out of my way. Burlington is unfortunately 80km away from me, and regardless of how awesome this gym is — it’s unlikely that I would become a regular. I think for now, I will have to stick it out and suck it up. I’ll be climbing at the University’s itty bitty pitiful wall.

Climbing is an amazing sport. No matter what gym you step into, the clientèle is  pretty much the same. Every single person that I’ve met, and who has climbed regularly is naturally easy to talk to, very laid back and quite friendly. Climbers never make fun of those who are “newbies” at climbing. They actually LOVE that you picked it up in the first place and help you with your routes/boulder problems by giving beta, or even spotting a person whom they’ve never met.

I think I feel lost without it.

(Photos yanked from Climber’s Rock, taken by Jeremy Nathan.)

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Panic at the disco, stopped.

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hiThis morning. Happy and excited that I was going to get my hair done, for the first time since Christmas. At the same time, nervous butterflies going through hoops in my stomach. I didn’t want to confront my stylist about certain things I wasn’t happy with. (I hate how they try and get you to do certain things so they can make more money.) Leave that decision up to me! Regardless of that, I keep going back because he does a great job on the actual hair. What I don’t like is that they automatically they take you into the back room for a shampoo.

Aveda salons always give head massages with their shampoo, but I just can’t stand the one at the salon I go to. It’s not relaxing enough like the one I used to go to back home in Newfoundland (Sound Salon & Spa, in case anyone is interested lol). I was nervous because I was going to tell bucko I didn’t want my hair shampooed. Mainly because of the poor quality head massage (it hurts my neck leaning on those stupid sinks), but also because when he blow dries my hair, he does it with his fingers, and not a round brush. I want need volume! (You’ll see what happens in the photos below.) I have fine/thin hair and it just doesn’t look great when you fiddle your fingers through my hair then straighten the eff out of it with a hot iron. It sticks to my scalp like I’m a drowned rat. Put some product in there foo’!

Well, he brought me to the back and I’m like “stand up for yourself!” (in my head lol) and I’m like “Heyyyy. I actually don’t want it shampooed, can you just wet it or something?” And he was totally cool with it, asking me if I wanted him to cut my hair dry. Awesome. Plans worked.

Of course, he then proceeded to straighten it, but that’s what they gotta do I suppose if it’s all fluffy and voluminous (without product!) in the A.M. So, I let him do his thing. My hair cut ended up being ten bucks cheaper this way too, without the uncomfortable shampooing. Horrah! Here are some before and after pictures. LEFT: Before — my hair all nice, with a bit of volume. RIGHT: After — straightened to hell, but healthy non the less.

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By the way, today was so ridiculously gorgeous outside. Me, of all people could actually be comfortably warm out there with a t-shirt and capri’s on. Wait. I didn’t wear capri’s because I couldn’t FIND the damn things. I’ve moved into so many places while living in Ontario that I totally thought I had thrown them out with garbage, by mistake. This happened immediately after I came back from the salon to study for my online course that I’m taking. I wanted to sit outside on the deck with my shorts and tee shirt on. But I couldn’t find them!! I was so agitated that I literally ran back and fourth to my house to my boyfriends (well, it’s only 300 meters away, so it’s not that big of a deal) to try and find them. I didn’t have many boxes unopened from my move, and all of those were opened and dumped out onto my floor at my place. I ended up throwing out a bunch of stuff I haven’t worn since moving yto Ontario, so that was kind of a plus. But, yeah. Nowhere to be found. I was so upset! That’s all I wear to work in the summers and it was hot enough to wear them today.

But — panic came to a sudden halt when I remembered that I had a mini suitcase that was literally ripped open so that I couldn’t actually bring it on a plane anywhere and wouldn’t want it in storage so that bugs would get inside. So, I remembered – I living at my boyfriends last summer, so it MUST be at his place. Even though I tore his bedroom apart looking for it. I didnt look in the closet! (Hey, there’s barely anything in there….!). I had an ah-ha moment and found that dindgy little suitcase and all my summer flip flops and clothes were in there.

By that time it was 5PM and the hot afternoon sun had gone down, so I kept wearing my jeans. (Of course, right?) BUT STILL. I found them. Which makes me happy.

Have a good rest of the weekend!

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