Tag Archives: Coquitlam

Well, I don’t know, maybe bras do bray.

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Yesterday I woke up at 6pm. The takeaway from this is that my sleep schedule has been borked. Again. So, natch, I’m pulling an all-nighter to right it. I have my first volunteer day for VIWF on Thursday. 10 am, Granville Island. I’ll need an hour to drive out there and an hour to get ready in the morning, and… Read more »

Productivity two days in a row? Madness!

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I’ve been productive today and yesterday. Granted, a bit less today, probably because I slept for fifteen hours and could have gone back for more (read: I’m exhausted). But I have gotten a lot done. Yesterday I started the huge task of reorganizing all my books. You see, when I moved here, my mom unpacked my books and organized them… Read more »

Living in a Horror Film

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I cannot describe to you the panic I just had. It was heart-attack inducing. I couldn’t breathe. Black spots covered my vision. Ok, maybe I can describe it. I’d gone to make some of my favourite tea — Yogi brand Green Tea Echinacea Plus — because it’s good for getting rid of colds, and I’ve got a tickle in my… Read more »

The Saga Continues: Katje is still persona non laundra.

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It’s the end of the month and yet again, I’m standing (well, sitting) here wondering what the hell just happened. I’ve spent maybe a week, tops, at my new place — I’ve spent so much time running around between Coquitlam, Nanaimo, and Powell River — not to mention Ogre’s house — that I really haven’t had a chance to be… Read more »

I love where I live

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This is the view of the sunrise from my balcony. With some creative help from Instagram. Let’s face it; the only way I can take really nice photos is with the help of Instahipster. I’m not ashamed of this. (Cue boyfriend saying “Damn hipsters, infecting my girlfriend!” in 3, 2, 1….)

The Saga of the Move: Part 4, or “The Pre/sequels We All Drank Enough to Forget”

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(Parts One, Two, and Three.) The worst of this move is over, thankfully. Moving out of a place is a lot harder than moving into. (Also I think there could be a sexual innuendo in that sentence, but I’m too tired to make it work. Feel free to give it a try in the comments.) As soon as I got… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 3, or “Return of the Clusterfuck”

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(Read Part 1 and Part 2.) The apartment in Coquitlam needed to be ready for me to move into. This meant there needed to be space for my stuff, first of all, and that my grandparents’ stuff needed to be moved out. That is, we needed to move out what we could of my grandparents’ stuff — part of the… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 2, or “The Stuff I Own Strikes Back”

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(Read Part 1 here.) We now had more problems than we’d started out the day with: not only did we no longer have the use of TG’s truck to get rid of some of the big stuff, including the mattress and box spring, but now we had to work on getting the truck to Courtenay Car Centre and getting it… Read more »

Lost in Coquitlamfield with a drunk GPS

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I just got back from driving my mom to the airport. She’s headed for Nicaragua for a month on a business trip. Okay, so there’s some personal time in there too. It’s a month-long trip to Nicaragua; she’d be crazy not to. I should say, mom drove to the airport, and I took her car back home. This is because… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 1, or “A New Home”

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Some of you may know that I moved recently. I talked about it a bit before my blogging, social media, and Youtube hiatus — not a planned hiatus, by the way, I just got so bogged down with the realities of moving and other work (like finishing the proofing of Bellica‘s third edition) that I literally had no time to… Read more »

Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick (but only marginally)

My passport was found! My Uncle Neil found it in a collage box in the East Den (ie, the apartment in Coquitlam — my house is the West Den, and mom’s house is the North/Main Den — we name the houses in a way that makes sense to the wolf-dog okay). How it ended up there I can only surmise… Read more »