Push

Say you are sitting in Starbucks and you see a woman with a stroller who is struggling to open the door.

You have a choice. Either return to your issue of Glamour newspaper while using your stealth peripheral vision to see who goes to help the woman or you go and hold the door open for the woman.

Say you decide to help the woman. Your morals, your belief in how to behave in any situation, requires you to act. She will say thank you, you will reply with “Oh, it’s no problem!” but inside you are secretly full of glee at …READ MORE

The 10 Project: AKA: I NEED YOUR HELP

I drove home today with fingers itching to type this post. Ahh, so this is what it’s like to be inspired!

On a recent road trip, I listened to The Five Secrets You Must Discover Before You Die (STAY WITH ME, NOW) and it blew my mind in the way that only having someone articulate the things you already believe deep down inside but don’t know how to say does. The secrets are based on interviews with people who were nominated all across Canada and the United States due to the wisdom, happiness and contentment they displayed to those around …READ MORE

Tell Me I’m Normal

1. When I go to Starbucks,  I become irrationally worried that I’m going to forget my order. I will spend the entire time stuck in the drive thru saying my order on repeat.  But attempting to say it casually as well, so I don’t come off as a *robot. (Because yes, that’s a serious concern I have- people mistaking me for a robot). “Venti, non-fat, no whip, white hot chocolate, Venti, non-fat, no whip, white hot chocolate. Why yes, it IS cold out today. Oh you like my hair? Thank you! What would I like? Oh that’s easy, Venti, non-fat, …READ MORE

fevah Part II

Oh, hi. I’m dying.

Okay maybe not but *whatever the hell I’m battling, it’s currently kicking my ass. Like, if me and this sickness were in a boxing  ring, I’d be pinned to the mat yelling “SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, I GIVE UP, YOU WIN- TAKE EVERY SEASON OF THE WEST WING! TAKE MY VINTAGE WRANGLERS FROM THE 70′S THAT DO WONDERS FOR MY BUM! TAKE AWAY SWEET POTATO FRIES FROM THE EARTH! “, the second the starting bell was heard.

I was feeling tremendously sorry for myself while watching ** Lecture 3 in Game Theory (sexily titled “Iterative Deletion …READ MORE

Life is what happens when you are moderating fights regarding farting in class

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

What Boyfriends Are Good For

You know, there was a moment today when I realized that being single sometimes really sucks. Did I get a wedding invitation and not have a date? Was I realizing that there’s no way I was going to be able to eat all the rice krispie squares I made? Did I have an itch I couldn’t scratch?

No. No annnnnd No (and for that last one, get your head out of the gutter).

I was having to drive my car in for an oil change. You know when you have to drive your car in and make sure it lines …READ MORE

The Least Interesting Post Ever

I ate a bagel yesterday and now my stomach feels like there’s glass in it and invisible people are using it as a trampoline.

Gluten is such an asshole.

In other far cooler news- check out the project Peter and I are working on. In a word? Mind blowing.

Okay, ‘mind blowing’ is two words. Don’t blame me for my inability to count correctly. Blame this bastard bagel that is ruining my insides. I suspect my stomach feels how Amy Winehouse’s liver must feel. Angry and wanting to collapse on itself like a dying star.

The Secret Project will be …READ MORE

15 Things I complain about but secretly enjoy

1. 99.89% of the nicknames that have ever been bestowed upon me.

2. Snow.

3. The Hills.

4. Mondays.

5. Coming home after a vacation.

6. Chick flicks.

7. Mornings.

8. Eating vegetables.

9. Christmas shopping.

10. Tequila.

11. Soul Decision.

12. Mud Puddles.

13.  Getting Older.

14. Airplane Food.

15. Dr. Phil.

If it came down to reading this post or taking a nap, I think I’d vote for the nap

You know, I’m not oblivious. I feel it too. This little blog of mine has been rocking the title LAME for a while now. I have to search my archives with a miners hat to find a post that I’ve written that I’ve actually felt proud to have published.  But, it is what it is and I refuse to feel bad about this little writers slump that is slowly choking the life out of me.

I’m kidding. Kind of.

The thing is, life is happening. Just nothing that warrants full explanations, detailed elaborations or 500 words. Here are the top …READ MORE

Heavy boots (in hindsight, I should have called this, “THE MOST DEPRESSING POST EVER”)

So, today was the worst Presidents Day ever. Wait, I don’t technically get to celebrate Presidents Day, but my province had it’s own holiday but it doesn’t sound as cool. As some of you have already read (thanks twitter! For allowing me to share everything in 140 characters or less), the BEST part of today has been the fact that I found out someone got into my bank account and withdrew everything. So, if that was the best part, use your imagination to imagine the worst part and if you guess it involves TEARS or getting licked by Mickey Rourke …READ MORE