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A Big, Little Mistake. That was Super Fun.

My friends and I are 100% guilty of geeking out from time to time. This weekend was no exception, while most would initially think our geek-out was spending some time at Fan Expo, we actually made our way up north to Horseshoe Valley (which is, surprisingly, not as north as I thought). Where I made the biggest, little mistake of my life. I had a Gob Bluth weekend.

Horseshoe Valley Resort is great for fun weekend getaways and our off-road Segway experience was a perfect way to pay homage to Arrested Development and have a little fun in the sun.

Prior to this past weekend, I’ve never been on a Segway and have really only seen them from a distance (where I immediately laughed at the people using them for city tours), they’re surprisingly easy to use. These machines are smart. There’s a speed limiter that will control how quickly you can go uphill, downhill and on flat terrain (they max out at about 20 km/h). I was told that going downhill will not feel natural at first and the only thing to remember is to not panic. So, panic? You know I did!

We did some test runs and the tour guides felt we were good to go. Onwards. We got a bit of history about the area and I rode through some fresh horse poop (whoops). I began to grow comfortable with this 100lb piece of machinery and took the lead (behind the guide, of course), we hit the steepest hill on the tour, I felt the bar cutting into my stomach, o.m.g. I think I’m falling off.  I do what any logical person in control of their vehicle would do, I jumped off. Fortunately I was smart enough to hang on to the handle bars but that wasn’t before it turned and rammed a tire into my calf. Le sigh. I failed.

The tour was fun, I wish it was longer, we took silly photos and I made a few videos. I’m ready for some show and tell. Enjoy, gang.

Because I like to look like an ass in most photos

Could totes be an ad for Segway, no? Oh you know, just a casual afternoon, off-roading and on an adventure!

Hey Rosetta! Serenaded Me

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.

Went to check them out at The Edge studios at Sugar Beach last night and was surprised with how intimate the performance was – there were so few of us there. I’m not complaining at all, I loved having a nearly private performance with one of my favourite live acts ever.

I saw Hey Rosetta! live before hearing any of their recorded stuff and was so impressed with the show they put on that I bought the album the moment I got home. Seriously, they’re that good.

They played an additional song for the crowd (bonus points!) and it was nice, towards the end of it, we all had a little sing along. I got the sense that the band was really enjoying it. I’m glad we all let loose a bit, during their soundcheck, I was commenting to a friend how people at a lot of Toronto shows are lame and stand staring up at the band like zombies. I then busted out a (quick) move. After their final song, they chatted with the fans, super cool band. I got to meet Tim, the lead singer and actually asked for a photo. I never ask celebrities/musicians for photos (Why? You think you’re better than me? Why aren’t you asking for MY photo? I’m dumb.)

Check out the videos from the live session below and if you’re digging them, you can click here and download their live session at the XM Studios from November 2010, for free. And if you’re in the giving mood (and you should be, they just gave you an album!), support USC Canada by leaving them a tip.

(Eastern Euro) Father’s Day Gift Ideas

My inbox has been flooded with Father’s Day emails, I’m starting to feel the gift giving pressure and it’s causing major anxiety. Father’s Day is when I’m reminded of what most Dad’s want, but what if your Dad is so not the all-Canadian, catch playing, Kobo reading, techie? What if he’s more, I still listen to my Walkman – don’t you dare throw out my cassettes, I’ve been through war – no food goes to waste, yes, even the eyes from that lamb’s head gets eaten, I want to call family overseas but I don’t want to learn about Skype – kind of Dad? What do you get someone who seemingly doesn’t need or want anything? Especially not anything current/cool/luxurious?

My Dad is the hardest person to shop for. I buy him something and he’ll complain about me spending money to buy something silly when he doesn’t need anything. Yet, I don’t buy him anything and he tells me I don’t love him. It’s lose/lose regardless, but I think I’ve devised a way to make this lose/lose more of a not quite winning/lose situation.

Let me paint you a detailed picture of my Dad, perhaps yours is like this, too. My Dad is an Eastern European immigrant, he and his older brother moved to Toronto to start a new life, while his 4 other siblings remained in Europe. He’s not the most loving or openly supportive of fathers, but I’m going to blame his cold exterior on the fact that he was raised in an Eastern European home where I can only imagine the children were bred to breed and farm, not love so much. He’s beaten cancer – twice, is at home on sick leave and now that he’s got all sorts of time on his hands has a perfectly manicured garden, barbecues often (but really loves to burn the crap out of the meat – I thought I hated steak but then I had the most delicious medium rare cut of meat and realized… meat can taste good, I never knew). He is very patriotic, I can attribute this to Croatia’s fairly recent independence (yes, I realize it’s not SO recent but he’s still celebrating independence). He has a satellite system set up to catch Croatian television signals because he loves to watch Croatian soap operas, Croatian Idol and Croatia’s Next Top Model (although he’d never be caught dead watching their English counterparts). He’s had a standing subscription with a Croatian magazine that he has delivered to him at the Croatian deli. He has sausage parties in the garage (not what you think) twice a year – he and his buddies get together to make the best kobasa links around. He used to play soccer but now focuses his attention on bocce and some card game, I don’t think its poker, perhaps its skopa.

That’s my Dad and no, he does not want anything to do with the Kobo, Kiehl’s facial fuel kit or an iPad this Father’s Day. Or ever.

Sound a lot like your Pop? I’ve gathered a list of items I think my Dad will thoroughly enjoy; feel free to test these ideas on your simple, yet complicated Papa, too.

Tackling the Patriot

My safest bet is usually something that has the Croatian flag all over it. The thing that’s great about this idea is, it doesn’t have to be nice. In fact the tackier, the better.

Like these Croatian soccer shorts:

Or, if you’ve got some cash money to drop, get this Croatian Grb necklace:

Although, if you’re like my family, you’ve had something like this since the baby shower the family had thrown in your (unborn) honour. So, maybe some jewelry cleaner to polish off the one he already owns.

Books Make You Smrt

My Dad used to be a huge reader, until he got his Croatian satellite set up. I want to encourage him to become less dependent on television (perhaps take a note from his daughter and do away with cable altogether). I recall him saying how much he loved reading Ernest Hemingway and had a bunch of his books that had been translated into Croatian, but (not surprisingly) a gypsy family member back in the homeland stole them from him. I’ve been sourcing out contacts (over the course of the past three years… whoops) to buy some from, do you know how difficult it’s been to find Hemingway books translated into Croatian… even with the internet.

For the Homeland, Get Ready

Power and the Money, Money and the Power, Minute After Minute, Hour After Hour. I love Gangsta’s Paradise and while my Dad won’t get that song reference, he may become a Coolio fan after watching him in Ta Divna Splitska Noc (A Wonderful Night in Split). I saw this movie in The Film Buff a few years back and have been meaning to tell my Dad about it. Basically it follows 3 storylines on New Year’s Eve night in the port city of Split, Croatia. A tale of drugs (port city, obvious drug issues), widows (and she’s probably sporting a entirely black wardrobe throughout the film) and sex (to get more drugs).

Get in Mah Belly

My father loves to cook. My brother and I thought our safest gift was to give him some sort of cookbook. This past Christmas, my brother got him a Jamie Oliver cookbook, a barbecue book and a new apron. I got him a William Sonoma fish cookbook and a coupon he could redeem with me when he had decided what his first recipe would be, I would pick up all of the ingredients for him and only bring home the freshest, best tasting fish. He’s known to host a few fish fry nights throughout the year.

He saw the cookbooks my brother gave him and scoffed at the gift, saying, “Vhat the hell is this? You no think I know how to cook?” Not the case at all, Papa. I didn’t sweat a bit when he reached for my gift, because I thought mine out a bit more. I know my Dad loves to cook and eat fish, but he always prepares it the same, tired, old way. The cookbook I got him has easy to make recipes that’ll spice up his fish dishes.

With the success of that gift, you may like to try this for your Dad. If you can’t find a specific fish cookbook, you can always scour the interwebz for simple fish recipes, type them out (obviously, give credit) and make your own, “To Papa, with fish love” cookbook. Better yet, you can offer to cook him up a recipe for Father’s Day. Cue “awwwwww”.

Back to the Homeland, Get Ready

Our original Father’s Day plan for 2011 was to send Dad back to the homeland for the summer. In a momentary lapse of judgement, my mother asked what he thought of that gift idea. His reaction? “I will not go without my wife”. Why my mother opened up the opportunity to have her man-free summer plan ruined is beyond me.

My advice to you, if you want to send your Dad back to the homeland for a few months, don’t tell him. Just do it. He’ll thank you for it. Eventually.

Bland Up this Father’s Day

You can totally ignore everything in this post and just get your Dad a pair of khaki’s or cargo shorts. Surprise Papa! This is what you’re getting on Sunday! But be sure you give him a lesson in fashion at the same time. I once bought my Pops a brown cashmere sweater, he never wore it. I called him on it and found it hilarious that he was concerned he couldn’t wear the brown sweater because he had no brown pants to match it with. That was the day my Dad learned that denim on denim is a no go.

So, good luck. Get creative. And ignore the expensive iPad emails. Chances are, your Dad misses you and just wants to spend some time with you. Then yell at you a little.

Oh, Hi(gh) Park

“I don’t have time.” I can’t believe I’ve finally taken after my mother and have added that into my daily vocabulary. Shudder. But in all honesty, I don’t have a lot of time on my hands right now. I’ve been settling in to my new job (YA. THAT’S RIGHT.) and new apartment (DOUBLE YA. THAT’S RIGHT.)

I’ve been at my job for over a month now and I’m still showing up every morning which is a good sign. I’m looking forward to getting in to the office each day. It feels great to be in a creative environment, where you feel like the opinions you have matter and are actually being heard. Where I’m not ignored or belittled when I see room for improvement and I don’t have to worry about protecting my work. I’m working in a true team environment. It’s so refreshing. It also helps that I’m a big fan of the company – it has to do with music. Sha-wing.

My apartment is so pretty, too. Who knew I’d be able to transform a ‘sad boy’ apartment into such a bright, airy, pretty place. All it took was some paint, pretty bedding, fancy bedframe and a bit of creativity when it came to rearranging the layout a bit. Even my landlord, who came by last night, was surprised at how different it looked. Good job, me. Penny loves it, too.

I was up bright and early on Sunday, ran a few errands and got prettied up for the day ahead. Olgie swung by for coffee (The Good Neighbour, such good lattes), scones (berry and white chocolate from Cobs – TO DIE FOR) and cherry blossoms (High Park Cherry Blossom Festival). Perfect morning. The cherry blossoms were gorgeous, the park was abuzz and we couldn’t have asked for better weather.

I feel that with Spring comes new beginnings. And I truly am starting my new life, right now. I’m over my transition. I’m a different, better, happier person today than I was months ago. Even a year ago. And most importantly, I truly know who I am, what I want and how to get it. I don’t focus on the negative anymore, because I’ve learned how to remove all negativity from my life and continue to move forward. I’m setting goals again, reaching those goals and challenging myself. Spring has sprung, Ivana is awesome.

And now some more pics from the cherry blossom festival.

Exercising Patience

I wish it were possible to take a picture with my phone of me staring at my phone that included the phone. For now, this will have to do. I am, quite literally, willing my phone to ring. Ring, gosh darn it. Ring and whisper sweet awesomeness into my ear.

I feel like a teenage girl waiting for that cute guy I kissed on the weekend to call me back. Except, I’m not waiting for a guy to call me back and as a side note, teenage boys weren’t interested in teenage Ivana – I had yet to grow into my face. And was a bit weird.

Have been staring at my phone non-stop for the past few days. Checking my emails and ensuring I haven’t missed any voice mails.

Also, am welcoming distractions. Besties dropped by the shop today bearing coffee (which I had no time to pick up on the way to work this morning) and a cookie. More guests like this, please.

Please, I just need/want you to tell me I’m awesome. Because I really am. Kthxbai.

Lacking Comfort

Isn’t winter the season of comfort? Comfort foods. Comfortable clothing. Just comfort? I can’t help but feel like I’ve spent this season out of my comfort zone. I feel like I have no familiarity and not knowing what’s going to happen in the next day, week, month is starting to get to me. For years, I’ve been working towards short and long-term goals but being out of full-time work, an apartment, the works, I feel it’s difficult to set goals until I become a bit more committed to the path I’m on.

I’m in a position in which I’m able to do whatever I want and while I’ve got a few ideas and am working on a few things, I haven’t fully committed to one path. There is so much I can do, why not try for all and see what I’m meant to get in to? Right?

I initially started this post with, “whhhhhaaaaaa”. While I’m not in tears about the state of my life, I am thinking about what I’m doing, why I’m here and what I’m supposed to do. It was just yesterday, I found myself on the side of a country road, on the verge of tears, whining about how I want my life back. I’m in this transitional state and it’s killing me. I want things to happen, I want to move on with my life (or rather, start my new one), I had carved out a nice little life for myself since moving out of my parents place a few years ago and while I pretty much abandoned everything I had in the past few months, it was all for the right reasons. I think.

I find myself wondering if I have a problem, I know I’m an anti-hoarder. I purge. Not in the binge and purge sense, but I don’t have sentimental attachments to anything and I worry that when I’m on a purging spree, I can’t stop. Basically, I’m at the point that I’m concerned about the state of my purging habit. I need to stop removing things from my life, get out of this transition, shed my cold Eastern European shell and start adding to my life again.

Until I find something I’m happy to make a part of my life, I will continue to bake. Which I’ve been doing a lot of lately. Baka even likes to watch and comment on how I take after her with all the baking I’ve been doing, yet she still won’t share any recipes with me. Seriously? Seriously. I have a new Baka photo to share, while I wish having these photos up will shame her into passing along these heirloom recipes, she has no idea what the internet is. Or a cell phone for that matter. This is Baka over the holidays, likely after I asked her which of the grandchildren is her favourite (my brother, Jure, first born grandson, obviously).

I Want Ray Ban Vision

I’ve rewritten the words to the song below, it’s a bit sad though. I lost my Ray Ban vision. Sort of.

I tried to recreate the scene in my front yard.

Was driving to work earlier this week, it was gloomy, the sun was just dying to come out, so I brought my Wayfarers with me. It seemed silly to wear them at the time, so I put them under my leg – to keep them warm. Have you ever tried to put on a pair of glasses after they’ve been sitting in a cold car? Fogged up lenses, frosted over at times. No good.

Anyways, on my way in to work that morning, I found myself with some extra time, I stopped by Cherry Bomb to pick up some coffees for me and my boss. It wasn’t until I was parking my car that I realize my sunglasses were no longer with me.

Not being ironic. I swear.

I knew immediately what had happened, it’s happened before with my phone, my access cards, etc. (I should really stop putting things beneath my legs when I’m driving). My sunglasses fell out of the car when I got out to grab coffees. Insert 10 expletives. I popped my head into the shop, dropped off the coffees and drove back (for a moment, I thought they were my prescription sunglasses….eeek).

Really, I should be happy I found them, but they were in a terrible state. The lenses were cracked and my poor glasses were flattened beneath a tire. (fyi… Nissan Altima, that was a no parking zone.) (Yes, that note applies to me, as well.)

Anyways, super boss observed the damage and since he has a bit of background in eye wear he told me they may be able to be salvaged. I’m heading over to see what can be done, fortunate I didn’t spring for the classic Wayfarers when I purchased my prescription pair last summer – that means I’ve got a spare set of lenses on hand. Rejoice!!!

Side note: Can I just tell you how my mindset has shifted? Normally, I’d be like, “no biggie! Now I can upgrade to the classic Wayfarers in tortoiseshell with polarized lenses.” Now, now, dear goodness, now my first thought was, “how do I fix this?”. That is what unemployment does to you folks, pinching my pennies resourceful.

How Often is too Often?

I get it. It’s Christmas. Companies are trying to get my to buy gifts for family and friends and sometimes I feel, more often than not, myself as well. I’ve signed up for quite a few newsletters and promotional offers through companies I’ve approved (I used to work in direct mail so I know all of your secrets, youwill not make money off selling my information Company xyz). I like to be in the know when Banana Republic is having a 3 hour sale – 40% off dresses and getting Holiday Baking tips from the Food Network but my inbox has been bombarded lately. Like, seriously, I’m starting to get annoyed.

Perhaps I’m irritated because I no longer work in an office and am not necessarily in front of a computer all day, welcoming any and all distractions. I’m actually busier than I was when I had a full-time job (odd, eh?). I really don’t think I’d be writing this post if I were still a 9-5er.

Have you noticed the increase in promotional emails lately? Do you wish you could get the satisfaction of crumpling up or tearing the paper like you do with snail mail junk mail? Hitting the delete key just doesn’t give me the same satisfaction. Le sigh.

 

I’m Still Writing Posts

I swear, I’m still writing. I’ve written several posts but I just can’t bring myself to hit publish. I think I’m finally discovering this thing called adulthood, heard of it? Well, it kind of sucks right now but I know that in a short while all will be well, and better.

I’ve been writing so much lately. However, the writing I’ve been doing is a bit uncensored and so much more private than anything I’ve ever written before and I’m not ready to share it with anyone just yet. The best kind of writing. Torment.

Picked up a guilty pleasure recently, The Book of Awesome. I thought it could provide me with some simple pick me ups throughout the week. Why didn’t I think of this idea? The idea is genius but the writing is just terrible. I’ve taken to scratching out bits I don’t like and writing my own posts in the book. I’ve got to organize some of these chicken scratch notes I’ve made and get them in a proper post so you’ll get the idea of the book from a far superior writer (clearly) (please sense my sarcasm). So keep your eyes peeled for new posts soon.

Sandwich Monster

S has been out of town for the past few weeks and I’ve been left to cook for one. It’s tough, you know? I’m not a fan of leftovers, day after – fine, beyond that, it’s left to rot in the crisper. Bad.

Fortunately I love sandwiches. So much. Too much. I mean, a sandwich is so versatile. It can be different, every single day. So, I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve had sandwiches every day for the past 3 weeks for lunch and dinner. Yes, I’ve consumed a lot of bread. But I don’t care, I’m sure you’ll be in sandwich envy shortly.

So the tastiest sammy I’ve had these past few weeks was not one I’ve made on my own but I’m thinking of trying to replicate it. I had dinner with some girlfriends at Earl’s. You know, for a chain restaurant with a corporate cookbook it’s pretty delicious. I ordered the Grilled Chicken and Baked Brie Ciabatta. Let me tell you, heaven between two slices of toasted ciabatta bread. Grilled chicken, garlic mayo, baked brie, baby spinach, fig jam and roasted apples. Dreamy.

Must find fig jam. Just thinking about this sammy is making me drool. Mmmm.