Well, here I am. Officially moved into the new place (pics to come I'm sure) with only a few things left to do.
There were two fatalities during the move in - the first being my dresser. It literally fell apart as soon as the guys started to move it. They think they can repair it, but I have yet to see proof. No biggie, right? Secondly, our box springs do not fit up our stairs. For the past week I've been sleeping with my mattress on the floor. Not great for the back, but damn do I feel artsy.
I've also set up with my POF profile and tonight was the first opportunity I've had to really look around the site (and the guys). I must say, I'm at bit disappointed. Sure, it looks like there's cute guys on the site, but I never thought of the daunting task of the first message. What do I say? "Oh hey there, I see you like _____ too. Neat-o."
I've received a few messages so far. Unfortunately, the senders are lack-luster and, ahem, not my "type." I'll give it some more time and see what happens. First impression: not all that it's cracked up to be. Le sigh.
10/23/09
The Dating Pool
Calgary is full of men. Rugged men. Manly men. Available men. There's definitely more men than women out here. But there's one obstacle that's in the way of me meeting these available men: Men, 0f the friend genre.
Of our group of about 15, there are 4 girls. Setting foot in bar with 11 guys and trying to get the cute guy across the room to notice you is difficult, almost impossible. Either the cute one assumes you're with one of them or you brother (who is part of the group) sabotages any possible chance for a relationship. Note: leaving the bar with a guy is not something that should be done in the company of your brother. Trust me, I've done it. It was with his friend. Talk about an awkward next morning....
So I've taken it upon myself to meet men. And the only viable option to my generation these days seems to be.... internet dating. Enter Plenty of Fish.
I've heard positive and negative things about this website. From random hookups to long-term relationships, there seems to be something for everyone. Err should I say someone for everyone? But is there someone there for me? I'm taking that question more as a challenge.
To successfully conquer this challenge, I need to come up with the perfect description of myself. It has to be full of my wit and my charm. But describing myself is one thing I despise. What do I say? "I like long walks on the beach and reading poetry."??
But I don't like long walks on the beach and I don't like reading poetry. I like short walks to the bar and reading fashion magazines.
This weekend I'll not only move my stuff to the new place, but I'll work on the perfect description of myself. I really wish it was a 3 day weekend.....
Of our group of about 15, there are 4 girls. Setting foot in bar with 11 guys and trying to get the cute guy across the room to notice you is difficult, almost impossible. Either the cute one assumes you're with one of them or you brother (who is part of the group) sabotages any possible chance for a relationship. Note: leaving the bar with a guy is not something that should be done in the company of your brother. Trust me, I've done it. It was with his friend. Talk about an awkward next morning....
So I've taken it upon myself to meet men. And the only viable option to my generation these days seems to be.... internet dating. Enter Plenty of Fish.
I've heard positive and negative things about this website. From random hookups to long-term relationships, there seems to be something for everyone. Err should I say someone for everyone? But is there someone there for me? I'm taking that question more as a challenge.
To successfully conquer this challenge, I need to come up with the perfect description of myself. It has to be full of my wit and my charm. But describing myself is one thing I despise. What do I say? "I like long walks on the beach and reading poetry."??
But I don't like long walks on the beach and I don't like reading poetry. I like short walks to the bar and reading fashion magazines.
This weekend I'll not only move my stuff to the new place, but I'll work on the perfect description of myself. I really wish it was a 3 day weekend.....
10/20/09
And life in the Wild Rose continues
I've been so neglectful to my blog lately. Why is that? Well, I really don't have a good excuse. Perhaps I've had nothing good to say, or maybe I felt nothing was good enough to share - but in the past month there has been a lot going on and I feel it's time to post again. So here goes nothing....
We've been busy for the past month searching for the perfect new place to move to. "We" being my current roommates Jeff and Aly. About a week ago we finally found it - only a 15 minute walk downtown, three bedrooms upstairs, two full bathrooms, a large backyard, and a quaint front porch. We've slowly begun to move and this weekend we will be doing the majority of it. I'm pretty excited to move into a place that's clean and clutter-free!
I found out two weeks ago that I am now the assistant manager of the store. Not a big deal since I had taken on all the responsibilities to begin with, but it's nice to have the title and to get a bit of a pay raise. Still hard to find the job I want out here - the opportunities are lacking to say the least. It's even hard to get people to talk to you about their career paths.... sheesh!
All in all, I am having a great time out here. The home-sickness gets less and less every day and I think that scares me a bit. I mean, who would think that I would EVER be okay being this far away from all my friends and family?? Maybe it's constant party feeling this town has and the aroma of cowboys in the air. It's quite intoxicating.
5/2/09
3,600km Later
Last week was a week that I will always remember. My Dad and I drove my car from Woodstock to Calgary - 3 1/2 days, 3,600km. With that much time spent driving, I ended up hearing a lot of interesting stories from my Dad. He also taught me a few things about Canada (and the world in general).
1. My Dad has passed out on a picnic table more than once.
2. After his first year of university, he flew to Calgary, hitchhiked to Banff and camped for a week. (All without telling his parents where he had gone).
3. A police car can radar you from anywhere (including when they are coming towards you.....)
4. Moose are very big!
5. The windiest corner in Canada is Portage and Main in Winnipeg.
6. My parents drove out east for their first wedding anniversary. After seeing the east coast, they woke up very early the next morning and drove straight home because they missed it.
7. My Mom really misses my Dad when he is gone.
8. Potash is used as a fertilizer.
9. The prairies are even more boring the second time around.
10. My brother is becoming more like my Dad every year.
11. My Big Nickel really isn't that exciting.
12. My Papa lived in Brandon, Manitoba as a child -which is on the 100th Meridian (Tragically Hip song).
13. Driving for 16 hours is hard and exhausting - I could never be a trucker.
1. My Dad has passed out on a picnic table more than once.
2. After his first year of university, he flew to Calgary, hitchhiked to Banff and camped for a week. (All without telling his parents where he had gone).
3. A police car can radar you from anywhere (including when they are coming towards you.....)
4. Moose are very big!
5. The windiest corner in Canada is Portage and Main in Winnipeg.
6. My parents drove out east for their first wedding anniversary. After seeing the east coast, they woke up very early the next morning and drove straight home because they missed it.
7. My Mom really misses my Dad when he is gone.
8. Potash is used as a fertilizer.
9. The prairies are even more boring the second time around.
10. My brother is becoming more like my Dad every year.
11. My Big Nickel really isn't that exciting.
12. My Papa lived in Brandon, Manitoba as a child -which is on the 100th Meridian (Tragically Hip song).
13. Driving for 16 hours is hard and exhausting - I could never be a trucker.
4/5/09
How Quickly the Tides Turn
Talk about a quick turn around. Two weeks ago I loved my job, last week I started hating it. Hating it to the point that I quit on Thursday.
The job wasn't what I expected and I felt a bit mislead - turns out I was a salesperson and had to make 100 calls a day. Not exactly my cup of tea.
It's all for the better though - I have a feeling there's something better waiting for me. Or so I hope.
The job wasn't what I expected and I felt a bit mislead - turns out I was a salesperson and had to make 100 calls a day. Not exactly my cup of tea.
It's all for the better though - I have a feeling there's something better waiting for me. Or so I hope.
3/21/09
I see London, I see France...
...everyone in Calgary can see Kathryn's underpants.
I've been working for the Underwear Affair for two weeks now and I LOVE IT! I get to walk around Calgary, be out at the bars and go to various expos and events to promote the event - all while wearing my underwear. Yes, it may seem strange, but believe me it's beyond fun. The crazier we dress, the better response we get....and it's also a good excuse to walk up to cute boys and talk to them ;)
But don't worry, I'm not in sexy underpants - I'm in Joe Boxers as they are our national sponsors. This is about the only place where being sexy doesn't sell - it's all about costumes and being fun.
Not much else has changed around here - still getting to know the city and liking it more each day. I'm starting to really miss home though and all the small things about it. Lucky for me, we have free long distance so I can make as many calls as I want to make me feel closer. Hopefully the time will continue to pass quickly and June will be here before I know it and I will be at home for a visit. Fingers crossed.
I've been working for the Underwear Affair for two weeks now and I LOVE IT! I get to walk around Calgary, be out at the bars and go to various expos and events to promote the event - all while wearing my underwear. Yes, it may seem strange, but believe me it's beyond fun. The crazier we dress, the better response we get....and it's also a good excuse to walk up to cute boys and talk to them ;)
But don't worry, I'm not in sexy underpants - I'm in Joe Boxers as they are our national sponsors. This is about the only place where being sexy doesn't sell - it's all about costumes and being fun.
Not much else has changed around here - still getting to know the city and liking it more each day. I'm starting to really miss home though and all the small things about it. Lucky for me, we have free long distance so I can make as many calls as I want to make me feel closer. Hopefully the time will continue to pass quickly and June will be here before I know it and I will be at home for a visit. Fingers crossed.
2/7/09
The Pros and Cons of Calgary
Pro: The business men that wear suits downtown.
Con: The homeless men that collect bottles all over the city.
Pro: Chinooks.
Con: The dry wind.
Pro: The city doesn't use salt, therefore I don't have to worry about salt stains on my boots or the bottom of my pants.
Con: The piles of hard snow that turns into ice, which never goes away because there is no salt to help it melt.
Pro: The c-train gets me downtown quickly.
Con: The 20 minutes it takes to walk to the station.
Pro: I share the same sense of humour with my roommates.
Con: Our jokes remind me of the people I left behind in Ontario.
Con: The homeless men that collect bottles all over the city.
Pro: Chinooks.
Con: The dry wind.
Pro: The city doesn't use salt, therefore I don't have to worry about salt stains on my boots or the bottom of my pants.
Con: The piles of hard snow that turns into ice, which never goes away because there is no salt to help it melt.
Pro: The c-train gets me downtown quickly.
Con: The 20 minutes it takes to walk to the station.
Pro: I share the same sense of humour with my roommates.
Con: Our jokes remind me of the people I left behind in Ontario.
2/4/09
First Encounters
It's official. I live in Calgary. Does it feel real yet? Almost.
Today my brother took me to Ikea and in the distance I could see the mountains. That definitely made it feel more real. The closest thing to a mountain at home was the hill at Southside Park, or maybe the hills on some of the country roads, so when I saw the mountains I knew I wasn't in Ontario anymore.
When I look at my bank account it also becomes more real. Who knew groceries would be so expensive?! Thankfully, I begin work on Saturday and after speaking with the manager I may be able to get by with just a part-time job until I find something more up my alley. She mentioned something about 30 hours a week? Splendid.
Tomorrow I'm venturing out in the city by myself to explore a little, get lost and hopefully make it back to my house in one piece. It's a bit frustrating not knowing the city, but I know I'll soon understand the set-up of the streets and will find a few favourite spots of my own.
Today my brother took me to Ikea and in the distance I could see the mountains. That definitely made it feel more real. The closest thing to a mountain at home was the hill at Southside Park, or maybe the hills on some of the country roads, so when I saw the mountains I knew I wasn't in Ontario anymore.
When I look at my bank account it also becomes more real. Who knew groceries would be so expensive?! Thankfully, I begin work on Saturday and after speaking with the manager I may be able to get by with just a part-time job until I find something more up my alley. She mentioned something about 30 hours a week? Splendid.
Tomorrow I'm venturing out in the city by myself to explore a little, get lost and hopefully make it back to my house in one piece. It's a bit frustrating not knowing the city, but I know I'll soon understand the set-up of the streets and will find a few favourite spots of my own.
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