Buckley's vs Semen

So after numerous requests and incessant nagging (and by numerous I mean two), I have been asked to share my side of the story from the Simple Life Canmore. Let's face it, what is Paris without her Nicole? Even though Linny and I have adamantly stated that we will NOT appear live together on this blog, it seems I am still contractually bound to make my individual presence known....and so it begins...

It is now day 13 of me carrying this ridonkulous head and sinus coughing cold which I mysteriously contracted while visiting Montana...it quite possibly could be SARS, we're looking into it. And seriously, how desperate am I swigging cough medicine whose consitency most closely resembles jizz and yet somehow manages to taste worse. Luckily, I've pawned off the sickness to nearly all of my fellow co-workers to ensure that I need not suffer alone. Oddly enough, it seems that the only three who can't seem to shake it are myself, Linny, and our other roommate Jessica J-Core. We basically sit around our living room at night hacking up our ovaries and braiding each other's hair - it pretty pathetic. Some have suggested that we stop making out with each other before bedtime in order to stop the spreading cycle, but the way I look at it, my boyfriend and I haven't stopped making out and he hasn't gotten sick, so clearly it's not the exchange of oral fluids that is the problem. If anyone has some old fashioned cold remedies they would like to share, by all means, we would love to hear them.

Currently Linny and J-Core are sweating out their impurities by hiking up to a backcountry lodge in Banff. I did this same hike about a week ago with Ryan and let me tell you, it's pretty much the perfect trail for a city-kid-first-time-hiker like him. After the steady 13km trek in (which we rocked), we were greeted by our chef, Pierre. Immediately we began snacking on his pastries and pate at the afternoon tea. Tea was followed by having sex in a log cabin, eating lemon salmon with homemade ceasar salad over a bottle of red wine, having sex in a log cabin, sleeping, eating quiche and sausages, morning sex, and then making sandwiches for the hike out. God I love sandwiches. I digress... And of course I'm including the gratuitious sex scenes for the sole purpose making Linny and J-Core uncomfortable upon their return in the hopes that they will have had the same cabin.

So while Linny and J-Core are on their own little romantic getaway, I'm heading up to Edmonton for my best friend's wedding. She met her fiance in high school...so basically for the entire 8 years that the two of us have been adults, we have never had the opportunity to walk into a bar together single at the same time. I guess we'll just have to hold off on that dream......like till we're 90. Oh, the damage we could have done. It pains me really, which is why I am so fortunate to have a friend like Linny. God knows no guy in his right mind is going to touch her with a ten foot pole...heh heh.

Anyways, I gotsta go to bed now. I just wanted to give one last shout out to Eugene, the abandoned stray cat that has decided to live outside our front door. Eugene caught his first mouse of the summer yesterday and proudly pounced over to show the half eaten rodent to all of us as we ate dinner on the front picnic tables. It was like a mini-episode of the discovery channel right in our front yard. I should have been totally grossed out by the event, but really, the more mice he scarfs down, the fewer I am gonna find in our kitchen in a few weeks. Keep it up Kitty!

Happy Canada Day Everyone,
Jenny