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Blast from the Past: Classy Bride

by Karla ° Thursday, June 4, 2009

Or, NOT.

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Blast from the Past: Graduating Class of 2000 Kegger

by Karla ° Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Clearly a sober and mature bunch grads ready to enter the workforce.

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Blast from the Past: I don't even know where

by Karla ° Sunday, May 31, 2009

Since we're on the topic of the good old college days, these photos were taken, um, I don’t even know where we stayed. Look at me. Does it look like I am capable of remembering details like where I slept for a week?

One of these guys was my best friend who started dating someone who didn’t like me so that was the end of that friendship and the other guy went on to become a totally ripped body builder. At least that's what his Facebook profile says.

These photos are the epitome of my adventure in Mineral Engineering and Geophysics; mud-coated Dr. Martens, Professors jamming on their guitar and red eyes from, clearly, all the studying we did.

Somehow, of this wickedly awesome bunch, I graduated on the Honour Roll top of the class. Shocking, I know.

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Blast from the Past: Neon Orange Jumpsuit Style

by Karla ° Thursday, May 28, 2009

God, what year is it? I’m not sure I even know anymore because selling and buying a house and all the cleaning and boxes and people involved to complete these transactions has caused my brain to involuntarily push its reset button to FAIL because I’m still signing legal documents with my maiden name and dating them 2008.

While I slowly spiral into insanity, postings may be light, but then again, I’ve been known to drift between islands of insomnia and then glide into days filled with 15 hours of sleep and it’s quite possible I’ll land on an in between island of creativity and start cranking out brilliant posts about the state of society and how wallpaper is totally a fire hazard.

But for now, all I’ve got are several blast from the past posts that may or may not include pictures of me with freakishly long nails, a veil on my head and a white lace thong.

Which is pretty different from these blast from the past pictures where I traveled to the center of the earth and prepared for such a journey by dressing in a neon orange jumpsuit with reflective tape across my boobs.

These photos were taken in 2000 from Vale Inco's North Mine in Sudbury, Ontario as part of a third year Mineral Engineering Technology field trip.

We went into a few different mines on this field trip, but this one was a Nickel/Copper/Cobalt mine and by the time we left, I had a substantial portion Inco's 10 billion dollar a year profit from ore-filled rocks and precious metals in my pockets.

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Blast from the Past: Train Engineer Style

by Karla ° Friday, April 3, 2009

Wow. Apparently I am so absolutely thrilled to be wearing these overalls from grade 9 (or maybe grade 10, I don’t remember) that I can’t even contain my excitement enough to hold the camera straight. Either that or I was drunk when I took this picture. Either option is entirely possible.

All that’s missing here is a matching pinstripe train engineer hat and then I’m set for Halloween this year. At least that is, if I don’t pass out from a stripe overload induced seizure.

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Blast from the past: High School Home Economics

by Karla ° Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I sewed this dress in a Grade 11 Home Economics class.

Besides preparing students to take up Pilgrimage or follow in the footsteps of the Duggar family, Home Ec is also where I learned that the secret ingredient to homemade Mac ‘N Cheese is mustard. And looking back at what I learned in high school, I’m quite certain that learning how to make bread-crumb coated Mac ‘N Cheese from scratch was all that my brain retained. Well, that and how much fun it was to play with ramp-y things that create inertia in advanced physics and that no amount of heat can burst a fireproof beaker. Oh! And how to make bong.

Are you shocked yet that I moved on to college to graduate top of my class in Mineral Engineering and end up on the Presidents Honour Roll? Yeah, me too.

But damn can I ever bake a make a mean dish of Mac N Cheese.

And sew lame dresses, apparently.

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Blast from the past: MC Hammer Pants Style

by Karla ° Monday, March 30, 2009

These pants where all the rage back when I was in grade five, or six, I don’t remember exactly but man oh man I’m pretty embarrassed I have kept them all these years. And for what? To wake up one morning and say to myself, self, I am going to find my 20 year old MC Hammer pants and then post a ridiculous photo of me wearing them on my blog.

Yes, these über cool MC Hammer pants are actually emblazoned with signatures and neon-coloured drawings from my friends. I know! I'm shocked I had any friends too considering how much of a dweeb I must have been to allow myself to become a walking yearbook. God, at least I had the self dignity not to allow anyone to sign my crotch.

It also appears that I may have grown a few inches taller over the years and learned basic grammar.

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Blast from the past

by Karla ° Wednesday, March 25, 2009

At this exact moment in time, I’m living in the chaos known as SELLING A HOUSE. And I have to be honest, it is ridiculously exhausting vacuuming random kid crumbs and windexing endless dog snot and making beds and cleaning cat shit and picking up dog shit and fluffing this and straightening that and polishing sinks and picking up eleventy trillion toys and sweeping floors that are also perpetually coated in crumbs and taking out the already endless garbage of diapers and cat shit and dog shit and hiding toothbrushes and trying to cook food that does not have a weird smell and baking ONE FUCKING MUFFIN every day so my house smells like bananas and making sure there are none of Mark’s haphazardly tossed man socks lurking in a dark corner while simultaneously lining up all the randomly tossed shoes in the closet wiping up man whiskers from the sink and making sure that the counters are clutter free and the faucets sparkle and the diaper genie doesn’t smell and that there is no dog hair on my pillow case or deal-breaking pubes clinging to a bar of soap in the shower.

I feel bad for Nate, I really do, because well, we have to critically look and scrutinize every facet of this house right now to make it as appealing as possible, and that means Mommy needs to do other things besides play tickle troll and build the tallest Ninja castle in the whole entire universe out of lego.

Man oh man, and vacating our home every night while strangers analyze every nook and cranny of this house while our toddler screams that he wants A FRY MOMMY! I WANNA GO HOME DADDY! I POOPED! It kind of wears thin, you know?

I’m pretty sure the steam and gusto of my Type-A personality cleaning approach will quickly wear off if we don’t sell this house soon. And well, realistically, we won’t. The market in Ajax, as I’m sure in your neighbourhood, too, is a buyer’s market - a great time to move up or buy your first home, but not an ideal market for a quick sale.

Five years ago, when we put an offer in on this house, the market was HOT! And we actually had to pay more than asking price to win the bidding war. I think this was the seventh of eighth house we looked at, but we knew we loved the neighbourhood and this was the first house we walked into and were able to say the second we walked in the door that we wanted to put in an offer.

And now that we’re sitting here trying to sell our home in a bad economy, it’s kind of hard logging into a website where Real Estate agents can answer surveys and add comments about what their clients thought of our home. So far, we’re hearing the house is too small and the yard is too small, too. I’m kinda sitting here going DUDE! I KNOW! That’s why we’re moving because we have a dog that is the size of a human and he totally needs his own bedroom because I am sick and tired of sharing my pillow with him.

Wow. I just went back to proof-read what I wrote and I think I sound like a tired and cranky asshole. Totally time to lighten this up. I am a self proclaimed pack rat. But I’m only a partial pack rat because I’ll easily toss stuff that adds clutter and keep everything else that we can carefully store away forever and ever until I post pictures of it on my blog.

Which pretty much brings me to the point of this whole post. I am, between photography and writing and being a part time stay at home mom and trying to sell this house, totally at my max capacity for brain activity, so I thought over the next few days I would feature for you some of the crazy and weird things I have been keeping over the years that have been hiding in the dark basement shadows and untouched closet shelves for years.

So far, on this mission to delclutter, I have only tackled the clothes closet, but take a gander at this more than passé trend.

These faux-frayed shorts are from grade six.. Yes, grade six. I am not even kidding. They were all the rage back when I was like, what, 10? And the crazy part is not so much that I have kept these shorts all these years (although come to think of it is is crazy) but sympathize with me and tell me it is not just completely and totally uncool that my hips never ever evolved beyond those of a 12-year-old boy and my boobs never grew beyond an A-cup.

Be sure to check back later because just today I found a dress that I sewed for Home Ec in high school and jeans that I reconfigured with knee patches to look cool and leather pants that I actually wore to a New Years Eve party ten years ago with a faux snake skin shirt where I got really drunk and actually french kissed Mark in the same room as my parents.