Freaks & Geeks, Undeclared, Knocked Up, Superbad, Pineapple Express ... this man has reduced me to a smitten little kitten. You can take your Brad Pitt, your George Cloneys, your whoever’s .... I'll take the big guy who'll l make me laugh and give the best hugs. I mean c'mon ... look at him ....

You want a trip? I'll give you a trip!

Dearest Internet Spooks and Shadowy Figures,

It's that time of year again when Andrea says good bye to all the lovely people she's met, throws her most beloved possessions into some boxes that will be sent home to join last year's pile of beloved boxes stacked away in her parents’ garage, and hop on a plane destined for some strange far away land. And although the plane ride won't be as long as the last, the finish line is a bit farther away, about 3,821 miles away. "Why?" you may ask, and to that I must put a better question, “Why not?” I have done the responsible adult thing for about a year and I think I've sold enough of my soul for the time being to merit a little get away. George Bernard Shaw said that "Youth is wasted on the young" and I hate it when old white men are right, so with spite in my heart and a quarter century birthday looming over my head I'm hitting the road.

And so ...... next week yours truly will board a plane in Buffalo with her sights and red shoes set to take on Charleston, South Carolina. If the Great Beings in the sky and weather permit I'll make it down to Savannah in time for my birthday, an epic day that will be drenched in as many mint juleps and Jack Daniels as a girl from Bruce County can hold ... then once the hang over subsides I'll drag myself onto an overnight bus to Miami and maybe even out to the Keys. Eventually Florida's shinny veneer of sunshine, messy crab shacks, and debaucherous nights will fade a way and when I wake to find that I've had my fill of crusty tanned geriatrics I'll fly away to see what Gustav has left behind of my beloved New Orleans. A couple bowls of gumbo, 1$ street beers, and a cemetery or two later it's over to Texas to see some old friends and maybe some new (ideally red cowboy boots or tall dark cowboys please), and then I'll keep on going until Obama wins the election, I've seen the showgirls in Vegas, and finally until I can dip my toes in the waters of the Western coast - kids, Red's going to Hollywood.

Am I crazy?

I'll see you on the road.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XypVcv77WBU&feature=related

http://www.theselby.com/
Whenever I poke around this site it makes me want to settle down long enough to setup a fabulous, yet simple home. I think my fictional abode would look something like a cross between Marie Antoinette's farmhouse, but inhabited by your crazy brother.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/obamas-trip-bounce-the-me_b_115440.html

Mtl

I love summer nights.

and then they added bacon!

Some times in life you come across things that are just too good to be true, but happily this old clichéd phrase need not always apply and every once in a while you find yourself indulging in some little jem that does not come with a side disappointment.

Enter a chocolate bar flecked with bacon. It really is that good.

Ou! Happy National Grilled Cheese Sandwich Month! I think this is something Canadians could embrace.

and so it begins ....

"Just slap anything on when you see a blank canvas

staring you in the face like some imbecile. You don't

know how paralyzing that is, that stare of a blank

canvas, which says to the painter, ‘You can't do a

thing’. The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerizes

some painters so much that they turn into idiots

themselves. Many painters are afraid in front of the

blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the

real, passionate painter who dares and who has

broken the spell of `you can't' once and for all.”

(Vincent van Gogh, October 1884)

I am not a big fan of firsts. I've always hated first days of school, reading the first chapter of a book, or officially meeting someone for the first time, so naturally I find myself a little daunted by the prospect of starting up a blog. So that's all I'm going to say for today. The End.