Escape From Hostage Situation

Well, not sure if anyone is even bothering to check this anymore since it's been over two months since I've written anything. If you are reading this, well either thank you very much for your patience and continued support or perhaps you have too much time on your hands and should find something better to do than continually check my inactive blog! Okay, I don't mean that...please keep checking...we all know my ego needs to know someone, anyone is reading this!

I would like to report that my absence has been due to the fact that I've been too busy travelling the world and getting up to all kinds of fabulous and interesting adventures. Unfortunately, no such luck. It's the usual excuse - my brain and it's ability to be creative in any kind of way, has been held hostage drugs. The good news is I've made my escape from their clutches and I'm pretty sure they've lost my trail. And not to worry...I was treated fairly, there was no torture and I am in one piece. One skinny piece. They did deprive me of food, although I wasn't hungry anyways, so it didn't really bother me. Except now my clothes are all too big. Not really a problem when I was being held hostage, but now, this really poses a problem as I prepare for a trip to Vegas in a couple of weeks. I can't very well be hanging around Vegas in my baggy hostage clothes. After going through my summer clothes I was dismayed to find only two pairs of pants and one skirt that fit me. Okay, I do have some jeans as well (too big but they will do). And I guess enough shirts to make due. But I'm there for 5 days...and while Dave doesn't see the problem in only having a couple pairs of pants, (not to mention no shorts!) I feel that I can't very well wear the same things over and over. Not to mention we all know how messy I am...the likelihood of me not spilling stuff on myself is very low. And on top of that I have Dave, Mr. Fashionista, who has more clothes than most women I know. I don't want to look like a fashion mishap beside his hip fashion ensembles! Sigh. I will stop there as I imagine you all telling me to shut the F up and just start eating!

So now that I have escaped my captors, what are my plans? Well, I do indeed lead a charmed life. Having moved into an apartment with a million dollar view of the mountains and the ocean, I should be inspired to write more. I do have to go to Whistler for 3 nights next weekend...tough, but someone has to do it. Not having been able to ski too much this year I am stoked to end the ski season there. I will let you know how that Peak to Peak Gondola is. I will then return from Whistler, spend a week at home before heading to Las Vegas for 4 nights. Again, it's tough, but someone's got to take Westjet up on their killer deals! Hopefully I'll win a huge jackpot with which I can then outfit myself in a whole new small, hip wardrobe, which I could then wear on fabulous and interesting travels around the world. (Nice how that all ties in, isn't it.) :)