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Thank You For The Mammaries (Day 24)

Admit it — you love breasts. We all love breasts, really. It’s possible that breasts could be called an American obsession and, in fact, I would venture to say that men everywhere take great lengths to recognize the hypnotic allure of a shapely breast. Big ones, small ones, fake ones, real ones, round ones, square er, semi-round ones — it’s all good stuff. For some women, breasts could easily qualify as their most enthusiastic component, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.  

So what’s *not* to love about breasts? I’ll tell you what — that bitch known as breast cancer. Sure, we all love prostates and ovaries and skin and throats and brains and lungs and all those other body parts that contract cancer, too, but being a woman who doesn’t have, say, a prostate, I worry more about breast cancer than I do about any of the other varieties. Which means you get to hear about this subject today. You’re welcome! Not to mention, breast cancer statistics1 are nothing short of grim. Consider these applicable to the U.S. in 2008 alone:

– 250,230 new cases
– a 1 in 8 incidence
– 40,480 women died from the disease. In one year. And people are pissed about the 4,3652 troops who have died in six and a half years in Afghanistan??
– the highest rate of cancer only after lung cancer

Thanksbeto the Twitter, I found out about a little project going on in Toronto called ProjectPink!. The idea, started by Darryl Koster of BusterRhinos Southern BBQ3 in Whitby, Ontario, was this: talk about how every woman should have a dash of pink in their hair at some point in their life which then manifested into his agreement that he’d dye his hair pink if Torontonians purchased 1,500 BBQ sandwiches4 between now and December 18. Most importantly, though, 50 cents of every sandwich purchased would be donated to the Breast Cancert Society. Sweet! Some of the way cool Toronto bloggers and tweeters I follow — karmacake.ca and cakeordeath.ca5 — decided that if the number was met, they too would put pink in their hair, and so on and so forth, and, let’s just say that a little viral revolution was born. Of course, never one to be left out when it has to do with a mini-revolution, and because I have always, always, always wanted pink in my hair, I jumped on the bandwagon.

You may remember those research studies “they” do on kids where they put deliciously yummy candies on a table and tell the poor, drooling four year-old that if they can wait five minutes without eating the candy, they get them all, but if they can’t wait the allotted time, then they’re basically headed for a life of unhappiness and destruction? 😉 Well, I fall into the latter category. I have gotten much better as I’ve gotten older (ahem), but my OCD6 tends to kick in when I’m excited about something and I just simply cannot. wait. Yes, I have zero patience and yes, I have negative 500 willpower. Your point?

What I’m getting at is this: my very favourite colour is pink. You could say that I am somewhat of a pink fanatic; my Twitter page is pink, my NaBloPoMo page is pink, my iPhone case is pink, I only use pink file folders at work and now, thanks to ProjectPink! my hair is now pink. No, I am not channeling my inner Avril Lavigne rocker girrl, despite the fact that I live in Ontario from whence she came. I like to think that I’m just taking this opportunity to promote ProjectPink! in my own little way before December 18, as well as fulfilling yet another item on my lengthy Canadian bucket list. Of course, the pink hair also most certainly qualifies under “Things that would never have happened in Houston, Texas”. 😉 

I’ve gotten mixed reactions. I see people glancing at it like “does she have pink in her hair?” or, alternatively, probably thinking “talk about age-inappropriate!”. The cool, hip people I know are like “omg, I lurve it so much!”. The uncool, non-hip people I know7 are like “hmmm, okay”. When I tell them it’s for breast cancer, they get it, but really, they don’t. It washes out in six to eight weeks anyway, but I honestly don’t care one iota — I love it and every time someone asks me about it, I tell them it’s for ProjectPink!  If I can do a teeny, tiny part *and* have pink hair, then I’m one happy girl!

Now that this long post has come to an end, I can say in conclusion, fuck cancer and support ProjectPink!

P.S. You may have heard that the United States Preventive Services Task Force recently suggested that women begin to wait until they’re 50 to receive a mammogram. Well, my message to USPSTF is this: you should get out of my way because if you persist with these guidelines, you can assume that I’ll promptly be putting on my killer 4-inch heels and coming after you — so watch out! Also, you should know that I think about you when I touch myself. 😉

1 Source: breastcancer.org
2 As of 11/22/09 at 1:25pm EST. Source: antiwar.com
3 OMG. Southern BBQ in Canada?! Cornbread, sweet tea and baked beans? Yes, please!
4 By which I do not mean Canadian BBQ or “hamburgers”. I mean real BBQ sandwiches. You know, like brisket.
5 Does anyone else see the pattern here?
6 I don’t really have OCD, but I like to blame my impatientness on OCD rather than the fact that I just simply have a lack of willpower. 😦
7 You know who you are.

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Writ By Hand (Day 10)

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Was It Something I Said? (Day 4)

Apparently, the RCMP enjoys reading my blog. For nine minutes and eight seconds. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but apparently my recent post about going to Canada jail turned some heads in Ottawa. 😉

RCMP

 

 

Also, Internet Explorer 6? Seriously?

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The Great Harbord Street Pumpkin Festival (Day 2)

Harbord Street Pumpkin Festival 125What do you get when you cross a crisp, Fall night, more than 400 elaborately carved pumpkins, and closed-off Toronto streets lined with table after table? Why, you get the second annual Great Harbord Street Pumpkin Festival, of course!

Held the day after Halloween, residents of Harbord Village brought their carved pumpkins, found an empty spot, and graced the tables with their gourds. At dusk, the pumpkins were lit, the street was closed and was aglow. Literally. A silent auction was held at the Art Gallery, local restaurants featured pumpkin-flavoured items on their menu, a bagpiper played, and at the conHarbord Street Pumpkin Festival 152clusion of the night, the pumpkins were collected for composting. Even in the midst of a sea of orange, Torontonians still managed to stay green. 🙂

I walked down the street in awe. The night was clear and cool, and the plentifully fallen leaves filled the streets. The smell of hot chocolate and spiced cider filled the air. Parents strolled down the street holding hands; kids sprinted down the street screaming with excitement and practically burned off their fingertips from getting too much of an “up close and personal” pumpkin view. I didn’t blame them. There were pumpkins with Canadian themes, warts, wrapped like ninjas, with squash for noses, question marks, Inukshuk, a centipede-looking pumpkin made up of eight gourds, and, a somewhat humourous H1N1 pumpkin paired with a devil. I am quite sure that by “devil”, they meant “the media”. Ahem. DT Bistro had the most amazing pumpkins I’d ever seen — they looked as thought they’d somehow been flecked and there were literally hoardes of people gawking at them. Or maybe that was just me. Anyway. As I walked, I had flashbacks to the scene in “You’ve Got Mail” where Tom Hanks entertains his niece and nephew at what I thought was the Fall carnival of all Fall carnivals. There wasn’t Harbord Street Pumpkin Festival 011exactly apple bobbing (thanks, H1N1!) or face painting at the Harbord Street Festival, but there was plenty of happiness, leaves, spooktacularness, and witty, amothereffinmazing pumpkins.

Check out the full set of serious pumpkin goodness here.

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Let The NaBloPoMo Games Begin! (Day 1)

No, it’s not February 12. No, you didn’t sleep through the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, ostensibly just now waking up for the start of the 2010 Winter Olympics. My blog title does not in any way, in fact, refer to the 2010 Winter Olympics about which I’m already sick of hearing that I can’t wait to see; rather, it refers to my doing one of the craziest things I’ve done in quite some time — signing up for NaBloPoMo! No, I’m not speaking French, why do you ask?! NaBloPoMo is short for National Blog Posting Month, where crazies like me sign up to write a blog post every. single. day. for 30 days. Click the badge on the right to jump through to all the goody-goodness (and check my page while you’re at it). It’s official, yo.

I’m not a consistent, daily blogger. I’m not a consistent, daily anything, really. If you check my archives, you’ll notice that I will go through a period where I blog like I’m going down in a blaze of glory, and then take a two month week break. However, I am consistent at one very important thing which you already know if you follow me with any regularity: I’m a photo-taking fiend. I *love* taking photos. So, I joined the group “365 Days” on Flickr, where members are required to post a photo they’ve taken every. single. day. Let me just say that it was far more taxing that I thought it would be and I flickered out (wacka wacka) after about two months. The moral of that story is that I’m not always the best about doing something when I have to do it. That is to say I’m far better at doing things when it diverts my attention from what I should really be doing (i.e., working). Anyway.

I follow a few bloggers who post every day just to say they have and frankly, most of it is a heap of junk. I mean, who cares what you ate for dinner last night? I can’t, and won’t, promise quality content during what I’m sure will be a long November. But quantity, I can definitely promise. And luckily, as I mentioned in my last post, I have 46 unpublished posts, so I’ve already got a bit of fuel in the tank, so to speak. I may end up phoning in a post here or there, but I’m going to do my very best  to publish relevant and coherent drivel material that is as relevant as possible to my adventures in Canada. You know, relevant like introducing you to outstanding internet games or how people in Canada still use pay phones. You know, topics important to your life. You know you are so excited!

This experiement in my tenacity will likely be either the best 30 days of my life or a seriously flawed and dangerously dumb way to approach the busy holiday season. Here’s hoping for the former.

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