In the armpit of British Columbia, Prince George. People make fun of me for living here, but it doesn’t suck. This restaurant is called Betulla Burning and I highly recommend it for anyone visiting my northern city. Nobody ever visits here. They should though. Sometimes we get Americans passing through on their way to…

Mmm...brisket pizza. I did not know I could eat spruce tips before this week. That was my “learned something new” a few days ago.

Inadvertently scrambled eggs are the worst. I scrambled custard a couple weeks ago. Turned away for just a moment.

I have family but I don’t even think I’m qualified to flip burgers at this point. So I’m jealous of people that can pay bills on their own. I guess the grass is always greener. I’m so dependent.…

NOM. This strikes me as something that’s Murica only. You guys have all the good food-type products. They confiscated my husband’s Goober at the airport. So I’m guessing ice cream won’t stand a chance.

My second daughter was born shortly after my husband’s grandmother passed away. It felt so much like that. Sadness and happiness and all the feelings in between. The entirety of the human experience was just all wrapped up into this short space of time. We named our baby after Nana. I’m sorry for your loss and so…

I’ve never read a more beautiful story that started with a can of creamed corn to the face. Actually it’s only story I’ve read like that. But it’s still beautiful.

It’s all very soothing until they trample you to death.

It’s my 35th birthday tomorrow. That looks weird to even type. Halfway through the 30s already. Wtf. My older daughter will be 8 in a few weeks. Wtf. TIME. You crazy son of a gun.

I had a glorious pizza today. Goat sausage, fiddleheads, grana padano, apricots, spruce tips, spinach apple pesto. NOM. What you eating?

YES. May as well go with a species native to Canada.

Where in the fuck were these horses when I was getting hauled off the plane in full panic attack?

Toronto: step up your game. I want horses.

Oh yes. It’s craft brewery day tomorrow. Maybe a mimosa with brunch.

It’s my almost birthday. So I made today my birthday because tomorrow is Mother’s Day. I want two days about me. So I drank a bunch of wine. Go me.

I’ve been eating lots of fat and losing weight. I concur. Eat all the fats.

I knew I recognized him from somewhere.

Assholes. I’m day drunk. Lady Heather is not holding back.

That’s me. Not holding back. You should have seen the WTF gesture I gave to the guy speeding through my neighbourhood. He’d probably smoke in the bathroom at the Met as well. Fucking asshole.

It takes a lot to drop my jaw these days, but this sure did it. Wtf???!!!??

Yes, geoduck. We used to dig these up when I was a kid. They leave a distinct pattern on the sand, and you can make them mad so they squirt water at you. At least I liked to imagine they were mad.

I miss my rocky west coast beach.

Don’t know if it will stay that way. They have to count all the advance and absentee ballots still and there’s one riding where the NDP are only ahead by 9 votes. So I’m glad I decided to go to bed because we wouldn’t have full results for days.

Yup, all on the island. I bet my FIL is loving it. My riding is “Liberal”. No surprise. But I know her and I think I’m just going to hang out at her office all the time until she does something that I want her to do.

Not close. CRAZY CLOSE. Lol. I’m not sleeping tonight. I’ve cracked the wine. Our provincial elections are never this exciting. The Greens have all the power right now.