If you grew up like many of my friends did, you grew up with a fear of sounding like Steve Urkle, getting a brain injury from not wearing a bike helmet and being viewed as a bragger if you touted your own accomplishments. Of course you’d smile in public, but any type of praise was dutifully pushed aside with phrases like “Oh thanks, I’m not as good as _________ (insert name of teammate) but I try”, ” I just got lucky”, “My team did most of the work” and/or ” Yeah I did okay”. It was on the car ride …READ MORE
* I’m not kidding. People have also emailed me before asking if: – Canada “celebrates Christmas” – If people really lived in igloos – How it felt to live in a country not involved in a war – Who our President is – If I get lonely (presumably because only 10 people live here. And we all wear plaid, drink beer and play hockey. Sigh, this is not true people, only in my dream world does such a country exist).
For those of you who dislike Canada (and sadly my twitter stream has had a few rather, unpleasant declarations- …READ MORE
I was thinking tonight about how I don’t know how to swim. I’ve always felt like this was a handicap, something that prevented me from living a life of glamorous weekend getaways, cuddling with Phelps abs (not his face, just his abs), fully appreciating the cuteness that is showcased every spring in the swimwear section of J.Crew. I’ve always seen it as a horrible flaw- yet one I’m too scared to overcome.
I’ve never experienced cancer like I am right now. I’ve never had a family member or friend get diagnosed, I’ve never felt engulfed like I do now. Submerged …READ MORE
Despite what movies and books tell you, there usually isn’t an ‘ah ha!’ moment. You won’t find yourself ironing your shirt and then suddenly decide to give up on routine, give in to what you want, let go of what you don’t need. No, no, it doesn’t work that way. It creeps on you, it seeps into your veins, nests deep inside your brain, takes up residence in your heart- and without warning or intention, you find yourself ready to leap for great big things and break out of the routine that you’ve called your LIFE.
Suddenly you think less …READ MORE
Obama equals change. 40 is the new 30. Iphones make you cool, not recycling equals polar bear murder, drinking beer will always mean you get the hot blonde in minimal clothing. We are bombarded with the idea that so much of what we see and taste and believe in, is equal to something else. Will result in something else. That our world consists of people, events, products that can be easily interchanged with other people, events and products. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and realized that though this can often be true, it is just as often …READ MORE
1. If I ever audition for American Idol, I will focus on SONG CHOICE. And you know, not sucking as a singer. And for the record? I despise bikini girl. NOT because she wore a bikini to the first audition, but because she talks like a baby. If Randy wore a bikini, I would not hate him. If he talked like a baby? Yes, there would be hate. Baby talk is grounds for friendship termination. Baby talk. It’s no good. Lesson learned.
2. There are situations where it’s impossible to say the right thing. Where every possible word will be …READ MORE
Sometimes people leave comments on past posts. Comments that deserve to be shared, comments that I’m afraid that most people never get a chance to read. I got this comment from Kit (I don’t have a url to connect to him) left on my Musts post and I thought it was worth sharing- it made me all swoony (so swoony in fact, I shared it with Brookem 2.4 seconds after I originally read it). It’s a comment that makes me hopeful, that reminds me that there is great power and therapy in writing, it reminds me that there should be …READ MORE
“You know, I’ve been criticized for saying he inspires me. To hell with my critics” – Chris Matthews
All the rest is here. And it’s brilliant.
Update: PALIN???? That’s ridiculous.
When I was in the seventh grade, my friends mom chased me around the house with an electric shock brush.
My friend (let’s call her Victoria), came from a very new- age family. Their house was home to crystals that stood taller than me, dream catchers, a hypnosis room, prayer beads, meditation mats and enough books on new age healing and psychology that I could have paper mached the Empire State building with them. In short, it was 100% different from my home in every way. And some days I loved it (when Victoria’s mom introduced me to reiki), and …READ MORE
Let me just say, the title of this post has nothing to do with the content. I just have had that song in my head for the last 3 days and felt the urge to share it with the masses.
You are welcome.
Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I’ve been feeling funky lately. Not “so cool, I’m DC Brain Supreme!” funky, but like “what’s the point of showering and do I really have to get out of bed?” funky.
I blame this on a lot of things- not having a teaching job again for the fall (hello broken …READ MORE