~The Nurse Is In~

death cab for cutie, transatlanticism

The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on

green car.

Remember the feeling of possibility? When life felt ripe and the world was your playground? The rush of adrenaline knowing that you were a mound of clay waiting to take shape. Career-less, Love-less, Personna-less. What an exciting stage in life-to sit at the wheel of your car and just drive, not knowing where you were heading but knowing something truly remarkable was in store for you. Friendships seemed unbreakable, dreams vivid and you, the writer of the script of your life.

I remember that feeling on more than one occasion. First when I began my years at UBC, again when I moved to Winnipeg and finally when I moved back home with a nursing degree in tow. Nervous excitement that the possibilities for me were countless and endless, that I could explore every option and keep doing so until something just fit. A new home, new friends, money in the bank account and a young, fresh outlook -all the ingredients to endless possibilities.

What an exciting stage in life... youth, tonight I salute you.

Calling All Angels, Jane Siberry

a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body
oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing

then it`s one foot then the other
as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it`s how long? and how far?
and how many times before it`s too late?

calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don`t leave me alone
calling all angels
calling all angels
we`re cryin` and we`re hurtin`
and we`re not sure why...

and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
why it`s...it`s almost as if
if you could only crack the code
then you`d finally understand what this all means

but if you could...do you think you would
trade it in
all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you`d miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving

calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don`t leave me alone
callin` all angels
callin` all angels
we`re tryin`
we`re hopin`
we`re hurtin`
we`re lovin`
we`re cryin`
we`re callin`
`cause we`re not sure how this goes

Sia, Breathe Me

This is the song that plays in the final scene of Six Feet Under. Truly one of the most moving songs and scenes I have ever seen. Brilliance.

4:30am

A friend once told me, "Have faith in life." Seemingly simple words, but the strength behind them, insurmountable. These words ring in my ears tonight as I contemplate how good life is when you just be, believe, when instinct becomes your faith.

sex in the city

I just finished all 6 seasons of Sex in the City - one of the greatest series on television to date. For the past 3 months this show has been my only-me-alone time - something I don't get much of. I would put on my comfy clothes, curl up in a blankie with a plate of baked goodies and sit down to watch what the girls were up to. I was honestly surprised at how I took to the show. I found myself talking to them out loud as if I were a part of their weekly brunch conversations, laughing with them as they diagnosed the latest sexual antic and crying real tears when one of them was hurt or angry.

The characters of this show are truly amazing. Each woman represents a part of every girlfriend in my life. What I liked most about the show was the reality of their relationships. Mr. Big, Steve, Harry - none of the men were knights in shining armour who showered the women with gifts, always said the right thing and never had fears or doubts - they were real men and that made them loveable. The ending of the show was perfect, each woman ended up with a reality they had rebelled against and ended up realizing what they had rebelled against was what they needed most. This show is more than just a shocking sitcom about sex, its about love, relationships and friendship. If you're needing a way to spend some quality "me-time", this is the series for you.

Lost

Chris and I have a new love - Lost. We are addicted. A friend of mine lent us the first 2 seasons and for the past month, it has been Lost marathons night after night. It is one of the best shows on television well, ever. We are 1 episode away from cold turkey. We're scared people, the withdrawal will be too much. If anyone can hook us up with Lost, Season 3 Episodes 301-306 - we will forever be in your debt. It will catch us up and we'll be in synch with the show.

My favorite character is John Locke. His story fascinates me. His character has changed dramatically from the first season to the second and not for the better, but I still like him. I think he's the strongest character on the show and has plenty more tricks up his sleeve. I also quite like Claire and Charlie. I am curious to see who Claire's baby grows up to be and what the mysteries are surrounding his 'specialness".

I am also curious about "The Others". I hope they do not turn out to be a bunch of scientists running a psychological experiment in the form of the Dharma Iniative. That solution would be too obvious and a bit boring. I hope the show breaks away from the scientific/technological operations going on on the island and goes back to the concept of "the island as a being" explored more on Season 1. The mystical healing powers of the island that have cured Rose and Locke intrigue me and I hope Season 3 sheds more light on this.

Any Lost fans out there- lets talk.

27 red balloons

I hate aging. There I said it. I'm embarrassed to admit that aging really, truly bothers me. I know it defies all logic, age is just a number and the natural progression of life but all in all, I hate it. I don't really know why it bothers me considering I'm truly happy for where I am at 27. I have a wonderful family, fabulous friends, a loving boyfriend, a kick-ass condo and a job that challenges me each day. I have my health, I've done a considerable amount of traveling, I have hobbies that I have time to pursue, I have money to spend... And yet the age factor still makes me cringe. I think the thought of running out of time to pursue my goals and spend time with my friends and family scares me. That said, 27 doesn't feel so bad right now.

I had the perfect 27th birthday. All my friends and I went up to Mount Seymour and spent the day snowtubing. It was a day of wipe-outs, hot chocolate and icicle toes! Afterwards we went back to my place and had tea and cake courtesy of Meens. She made the tastiest vanilla raspberry cake - mmm! Later in the night, the remaining few went out to Honey for dancing. It was a birthday I will not forget! Pictures are posted in my Photo Albums, feel free to peek!

I look back at the last ten years and so much has changed. The last few years have solidified my persona. I feel confident in my identity as me, daughter, friend, sister, girlfriend, neonatal nurse. I suppose if 27 feels this good, it can only get better! That said, 28 - take your time!

do u wanna be on top?

Last night marked my semi-yearly "America's Next Top Model" season finale night. We had a showing of about 8 girls and 1 boy - our token male viewer! We ate a stupid amount of baked goodies and spent a great deal of the show doing more yelling than viewing. Its comical how a group of well educated, somewhat intelligent young women can take something comparable to a glorified beauty contest so seriously!

Needless to say, Caridee won. That was a given, she was the most commercial of the three. I still feel Michelle should have won, she would have given something to the modelling world that was dark, unique and beautiful. Caridee will deliver more of the "beautiful blonde swimsuit" thing, which she will do very well.

I am still of the belief that the judges know who the winner will be from the very get go. They have a particular "look" they are seeking that particular cycle and the girl who has that look wins. Talent somewhat plays a role, but a small role.

The show is trash but trash at its best. Its entertaining and a great excuse to get your girls together and be girls. To the next season - may the brown girl not be a freak and win!