Ghey Pride

If I spell it ghey is that disrespectful? I dunno. 

 Anyways, Had a fun time going down and hanging out with Liz and Greg at the Pride Parade. Note to parade planner though…an hour and like 40 minutes…man that’s a long time……after the parade I hung out with a few members of our crew and went to the Old Spaghetti Factory and then over to a bonfire.

 I don’t get a huge amount of exposure to kids but I got to admit they can be fun sometimes. Janelle and I have solidified our decision to not have kids…it’s a bit strange to have truly made the decision…we never wanted kids…seriously never even considered it…but to have made the decision to not procreate does feel like I am closing the door on a whole lot of future Justin’s…it also feels somewhat liberating though as I can now throw all that possible energy into something else worthwhile. 

 Also…I’ve been playing around with wordpress on some of my other domains…fawk…I love that thing…going to be moving this blog over to a new domain soon…I just like the idea of it being pretty self contained instead of on something that will inevitably move on…ie: livejournal….myspace….nexopia…etc. 

 Enough yammering here are some pics:

Best city to live in if you drive…

Different strokes for different strokes…..

I’ve always been a somewhat competitive person…..but I’m actually trying to make a conscious effort to try to stop that…it’s not healthy for anyone….and frankly…I highly doubt anyone will look back from 2050 and go “oh yeah, that Justin guy….always the top sales guy…or always the guy with the cute curly hair”

Recently one of my coworkers mentioned offhand that the city she lived in (St. Albert Edmonton) was voted <a href=”http://money.ca.msn.com/banking/homebuyersguide/gallery/best-places-to-live-in-canada?page=21″>the best city to live in in Canada</a>. That is great and I am very happy but it really throw things into perspective for me a bit.

What is “best” and why do we always strive so hard to get there and why must we measure it? “Best” should be an individual metric…that only each individual person can truly reach. I don’t care who you are or what you accomplish but I hope you are happy (while doing no harm).

It got me thinking what is really important about where I live. My beautiful wife an I both acknowledge that our move from crackhead downtown to the south was great in so many ways but we really miss walking through a neighborhood…..there is something so intangible about being able to stroll up a neighborhood and feel the history though it.

We’ve decided to stay where we are another year…because of the large south window and patio where we can grow our plants….and truth be told the fact we have a fireplace and a washer/dryer means a little bit to us at this point. hmmmmmm fire…..

It frightens me that the “best city in Alberta” can be on that is ranked 163 out of 180 cities in walkability…to me…that would be one of my absolute top priorities, my coworkers said she really enjoyed this city and loved it…despite admitting that she had never once…not once…actually walked anywhere from her home….not to the store..or the walking trail…or the local community centre…or a coffee shop. (For the record, I really respect and admire this particular coworker, she is a great person). Is it even a city or a community if you have to hop in your car everytime you need to go somewhere?

The nearest reason I can determine it was “the best city to live in” was simply wage and high discretionary income….ie: people made a lot of money…and didn’t have alot of money drainers (ie: kids). While I am not a pro-kid guy guy I do think they are part of a healthy community…Most of my life I have made ok money but I am really excited to spend the next few years …frankly..not making that much money.

If my wife an I push it we will be debt free by the end of next year and WWOOfing throughout the Kootenays in Canada….got to embrace life people….or it just skips on by..

I met the Prime Minister

Me and the pm yo

I got hang out the with Prime Minster last Friday..it was a really great time hanging out with a great group of people. At one pint in the night I actually managed to steal the Prime Ministers beer and drink it throughout the night….sweeeet I also managed to get a really fly Iceland pin from his..ambassador? liason? I dunno..guy…