Oh hi blog!
When summer vacation started, my summer plans list looked something like this: 1. get up at 7am everyday 2. learn a new language (preferably something useful like Mandarin) 3. blog a few times a week 4. go for a morning run 5. become a domestic goddess worthy of her own show on TLC. 6. PREPARE FOR HARRY POTTER WORLD!
Summer vacation is half over and so far this is what my list has morphed into: 1. get up before noon-ish (Like that ‘-ish’? I don’t like putting serious limits on myself. My body reacts badly to boundaries) …READ MORE
I have a healthy ego. I regularly am delighted by my talents (like knowing all the words to this song – just for you Ben), nod in agreement when people tell me I’m great (I assure you, this is a little more adorable and far less annoying than I just made it sound), and marvel at my genius. But people? I’ve got faults. Heaps of them. Truckloads of them. So many that you could stack them up, climb on top of them and touch the moon with your fingertips.
See? I wasn’t kidding.
September has been an amazing month but …READ MORE
I was going to start this post as though I was dead and writing to you from the great beyond. But it was high on the creep factor and low on the funny (much like a guy I made many bad choices with). But I felt like I need to make some reference to death since I’ve started getting emails with- “ARE YOU DEAD?”. Which has caused to reflect on the fact that hey, I’m not dead. So I should write something to show that I AM alive, even if I’ve spent every waking moment of the last two weeks …READ MORE
The funny thing about bloggers is that we are often far more private than what people would expect. I mean, we have no qualms about discussing our relationships, our sex lives (or lack thereof, ahem), our goals, our failures, the reasons we get up in the morning and the stuff that makes us hide in bed with a bottle of lemon flavored vodka and back issues of Real Simple . But sometimes, it would appear- that leaving comments is too public. That’s when my gmail box gets flooded.
This week I got a lot of emails from people who didn’t …READ MORE
Despite my love for sparkly prom-like dresses, my willingness to sit through hours of singing and dancing and my **mild appreciation of Wolverine Hugh Jackman, I wasn’t invited to the Oscars this year. AND WORSE YET, I wasn’t even nominated. I have a ridiculous vlog saved somewhere on my computer, I thought just making it would have been enough to secure a nomination, but no. If I would have vlogged about Slumdog Millionaire I would have got nominated. Man. I bet if I would have just looked directly into the camera and said “SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE!” I would have at least …READ MORE
When I was in grade one, I had a reading partner named Claire. Claire and I would choose our favorite books and share a tired, orange beanbag at the back of the classroom. We would read each other the stories and if we tired of reading, we would make up our own versions, which would always include cotton candy and/or a magical unicorn named Rusty.
One day, while sitting with Claire, I farted. Claire first looked surprised, then she started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she told me I was going to hell. God didn’t let …READ MORE
I’m going all cliche blogger on you and doing bullets.
(What a great way to start! I’m sure you all are hanging off the edge of your chair now that you know this post is in bullet form. I think I might even hear cheering from the cheap seats!)
I hate men. No, that’s not true. My lovelies (George, Josh and John- men who my heart calls only by their first name) shouldn’t be lumped in with the scoundrels that repeatedly stomp on my heart. Or at least.. other vital organs that are less cliche. Perhaps my liver? Anyway… men. …READ MORE
- ” I don’t think you do. I think you want to, but I don’t think you do.” (Apparently I’m fine with completely dismissing the feelings of others) – “Well.” (long, awkward, pause that’s heavy with regret and ripe with tension) “That’s a bit unexpected.”
- “Are you sure?”
- “Your sneakers look really white right now.”
- “You’re James, right?”
- “Why?” (Not said in a cute or coy way, but in utter bewilderment. I may or may not have been wearing a tank top stained with orange juice at the time)
- “I really love parts of you …READ MORE
My mom and I were talking the other day about that game show that involves the lie detector test. I asked my mom if she would ever go on and she cried out “OH NO!” before I had even finished the question. Of course, I followed that up with ” What? Is the milkman my real father? You have some deep, dark secrets that you don’t want to get out?” Silence. So I followed up, ” Seriously, you have big secrets?” And she responded with the two words no child wants to hear:
So, now I’m curious. But …READ MORE