Officially, most of Canada is about to disown me. I am... dare I say it... that A-word that will make my closest friends cringe...

Acclimatized. I'm acclimatized. To California. And I like it that way.

I first realized this last week. The weekend before the one that just passed, we had summer temperatures. It was 30 or 31 C both days. And I'll admit it -- I spent the weekend by the pool. Come Monday, though, the temperatures started to drop. By this weekend, the highs were around 17 C. Now, funny thing. When I look at a forecast and see daytime highs between 15 and 17 C, I think two things. First "Why is it so cold?" and second, "Winter???" It was when I realized that I was thinking these things that I also realized that yup, I'm now a full-out weather wimp.

However, I'm clearly a case of "can't fully take Canada out of the girl" if I can devote that many words to talking about the weather.

So, let's see. There's not a ton that's new over here. Pico had his first haircut during the same summery weekend. I'll have to post a pic here soon. I'm gearing up for a very busy May, which is awesome. Sleep? Who needs sleep? ;) And yes, we're officially heading into The Birthday Zone. Shhhh. For the record, I've been holding at 25 since my 25th birthday (although I may still change that to 26, cos 26 was an amazing year), and in rock years, I think I'll be 22. So, choose whichever one you'd like. Although, I may actually give the actual age I'm going to be a chance. For those who don't know me, yes, it's still in my 20s. And for those at BevMo who think I'm under 21, bless your lovely souls. MUAH!!!

While I've been off in the land of blogging self-exile for a couple of weeks, I have been keeping up with the news. So for those of you who haven't heard this story yet, I'm thinking the world may be ready to welcome Prince William as king. Seriously, anyone who would not only land a helicopter in his girlfriend's backyard, but also use one to pick up his brother on the way to a stag party, is definitely the people's monarchy.

Now, I'm going to go do some catching up on pop culture, so I can rejoin the land of blogging more than once every few weeks again. And by that I mean there's a copy of InStyle magazine practically hopping up and down on the coffee table, it just wants to be read that badly. I'm sure to be back with my usual rants about the second coming of '80s fashion, otherwise known as The Tale of The Mountain of Missing Left Hot Pink Legwarmers (and how they got there). Cheers!