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Busy Baby

What a week!!!  First snow – IN SEPTEMBER!  Swimming!  Hoarding!  Visits!  Langdon’s life is most definitely a busy one. Read more

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Pack It Up

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin… Read more

Megu Luvs Vintage

If you’re my cat – you’ve got to love vintage.  There’s no other choice. Read more

Crazy Fun

Jeff + I have hectic lives filled with worldly possessions.  It’s too zany – you’ve got to see it to believe it. Read more

Living in a Gypsy Adult Dormitory

No, I didn’t enroll in gypsy college!  But I am taking some courses! Read more

Hoard Much???

Hoard much?  Because we do!!!  Jeff has pockets of stuff hoarded in all corners of Western Canada!  Time to finally make use of some of it! Read more

What Keeps You Going?

Last night in Calgary for the summah!!!!!!  I’ve been up since 3am because my brain is going bazonkers + there’s too much to do before we leave Alberta!!!! Read more

One Of Many Weekends To Come

Still in Chinatown, Calgary.  This past weekend was the first of many weekends that are to be bestowed upon me this spring/summer. Read more

Big Burden in Exshaw

Hi everyone!!!  Hope all has been well!!!  Sorry for the lag in posts.  My brain is scrambled.  Canada is the frying pan.  Saturday was a happy mix of work/play.

 

 

 

Of course in natural Shelli/Jeff style,  we started the morning at a book sale at the Canmore library, because it’s not like we don’t have enough things already.  I don’t know where we are going to fit all of our books when we finally consolidate both of our collections.  It’s going to be IMMENSE.

Why, Jeff….why???  So many books!!!  Well, at least I scored some books on Kachina dolls, because no household should be without.

After breakfast, photo shoot time, of course!!!!

This is Jeff’s workwear look.  It may not seem like it, but this simple outfit is carefully calculated.  If not, Jeff would be wearing a size medium floral vintage Aloha shirt with striped slacks + a red fedora.  That is the straight up truth.  Is Canmore gorgeous, or what?! 

Locals only, bro!!!!  If I were a Canmore local, I’m sure I would appreciate tourist season, but at the same time, I’d probably want to run over a few of them.  Traffic in little Canmore gets a little hairy with confused drivers + rrreeeeaaaalllyyy sloooow pedestrians.

Aaaaah, “downtown” Canmore.  One could not have asked for more beauteous weather.

Unfortunately for me, fun was over, pronto.   Jeff + I had to drive to Exshaw to his shipping container to unearth some crap for work.  If you don’t know about my hell surrounding the Leviathan, take a peek at the horror I experienced last year right BEFORE MY WEDDING whilst loading this dastardly monster of steel.  MAXED OUT.

On the way there, I spied mountain sheep grazing + I shrieked in an ongoing sentence, “STOP THE CAR OR SLOW DOWN GET A PICTURE ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW!!!!!!!!”.

Cuties!!!  Look at all those cute little sheep tushies!!!  Jeff puffed up his chest + scoffed, “Oh, puhleeeze.  You’re making me slow down for sheep?  Puhleeze.  You’re such a Japanese tourist!!!”.  Yo, I’m from Los Angeles, we don’t have no mountian sheep!  And technically yes, I’m Japanese + yes, I’m a tourist in Alberta.  Suck on that!

Don’t worry, no sheep were harmed in the making of this photo.  The car was driving courteously slow for the not so bright sheep to scuttle away.

Now’s my chance!!!  Camera ready!

This male sheep + I locked eyes with one another + looked into each others’ souls.  It was creepy.

Uuuuuuuugh.  The Leviathan.  Hang that head in shame, Jeff!!!!!!

In the belly of the beast.  “No0000!!!  Waaaaait!!!  I’m still alive back here!!!” I wanted to scream.  Go to the light!

Ok, get this.  To get into the Leviathan, you have to pull a bunch of crap out.  Not fun, people, not fun.

A rack chock full of vintage western shirts.  You couldn’t even slip a piece of paper into this rack, it’s that stuffed.  What am I going to do with all this stuff, you ask?  My goal is to: 1) sell to the Japanese vintage market 2) Ebay 3) Flea Markets + 4) sell to Vancouver costume houses.  Get ‘er outta dere, eh!!!!

There’s good ‘ol Jeff shaking his fist at me as he rummages through his boxes.  He loves/hates the fact that he is the butt of my jokes on the blog.  He’s saying to himself, “By God, Shelli, if only you were within arms reach, woman!!!”.  Oh, Jeff.  Whatta sport!!!

Well folks the car was packed once again, but happily pour moi it was all offloaded at Jeff’s place of work.  Very satisfying.  Oh, by the way, as I write this post, I had the WHL (World Hockey League, you yankees) playoffs game of Edmonton vs Moose Jaw playing in the background.  Yes, Moose Jaw.  Put that in your pipe + smoke it.

 

 

Point Me To The Nearest Convent/Bull House

I had multiple thoughts today of becoming a nun.  Or a Franciscan monk.  Can a female become a monk?  These are questions that wandered through my mind today.  Lucky nuns.  They don’t have to deal with worldly possessions. Read more

Big On Bishop

After the 2 sweet weeks in Lancaster last week, work trucked us on up to luscious Bishop.  Bishop is situated in Owens Valley – a 5 hour drive from smoggy ol’ Los Angeles.  Read more

Living in Lancaster

I’ve been put up in a hotel in Lancaster for work.  Jeff has accompanied me to this high desert outpost.  Aaaaaah, the Antelope Valley.  Many quirks + hidden gems in this eccentric town.  You just have to be curious enough to find them. Read more

Mood Meter

Jeff is still in town + this week we were determined to overhaul my parents’ house + organize my Canada boxes.  It’s been a real chore. Read more

Strength + Vigor!!!!

Done!  Finito!  Fin!  Owari!  That’s it!!!  Today was the grand finale!!!!  Pretty much everything is out of my condo after today’s big haul.  Next weekend…cleaning! I can’t wait for this all to eeeeeeend!!!!!! Read more

Maxed Out

Hey!  I have to make this post super short.  We’re packing up the cabin + need to make it on the road to Vancouver today in the next couple hours!  Gear up for the next 10 hours of road!!!

Yesterday basically sucked a bunch of sour grapes.  I knew it was going to be a gnarly day.  I didn’t even put on my turquoise, y’all!!!!  Here’s the very full Budget van hauling ass to Exshaw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you cosmopolitan folk don’t know what a 40 ft storage container looks like, this is a big leviathan.  And this is what we filled yesterday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s me revealing the full van, biting my knuckles off.  Stop looking at my ankle socks!!!!  I had no choice!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We lifted, hauled, pushed + cursed.  If I needed to remind all of you, thank god I’m so buff.  But look!  Pretty!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poor Jeff is so tired + is working so hardcore.  Here he is laid out on the liftgate after hitting his head.  Note to anyone making a big move, some words of wisdom – YOU MUST GET A TRUCK WITH A LIFTGATE.  I cannot stress that enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We drove back to Canmore for our second load + Jeff nearly burst a blood vessel because he realized we forgot the keys to the storage garage.  He had a solution.  This is how Canadians remove locks.  Take an ax to it, Canuck!!!!  Get ANGRY!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All my costumer friends, I know it pains you to look at this next picture.  You’ll be even more sad for me when I tell you that during the ride, two of the racks fell over.  Jeff was raging because it knocked over his stupid Jesse James looking bike cruiser with the flames on it.  I was OVER IT!!!!  Go ride that ugly bike in Long Beach!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyways, these pictures do not convey the pain + torture + sweat that we endured.  We cleaned out: 1) the storage garage 2) the box storage 3) Peter + Dolly’s garage + 4) Roger’s garage.  Yeah, uh-huh.  That’s right.  4 locations.

 

 

At least he can still smile!

As for me, notsomuch.

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, we filled an ENTIRE 40 FT STORAGE CONTAINER.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This picture is blurry because I couldn’t see straight anymore.

 

 

 

 

At 9:30 I pre-wrapped myself because I couldn’t take it anymore.  We were looking at things left behind in the storage garage in the pitch dark with one flashlight.  Jeff still had to pick up things from a coworker + drop things off at Peter + Dolly.  I was like, “Yo, I’m out.”.  But, we found this old picture of lanky young Jeff + I felt slightly better.  Juuuust slightly.  Pictures like this remind me of things that I love about Jeff.

Wish me luck today.  I will need it.