Remember that post I wrote about me having a week off from work? Well that didn’t happen, in fact I ended up working the majority of that week (I’m not complaining, in this economy that is lucky). But nooooow I have this week off (well I’m on-call but I don’t know if that counts lol) which means I am free! Which probably will end up in my sleeping endlessly and cleaning. But hey, I’ll take it for what it’s worth.
Awesomeness Of The Day: So I logged onto my blog today and was completely flabbergasted that I had 5 new comments. From people I don’t even know. That’s right… I did not pay these people to read my blog. Hah. It’s really good to see that people are enjoying my blog (excluding friends) and especially leaving comments to let me know. That is way too cool, and I love you guys already! So keep em coming because I appreciate it loads 
Unless all those messages were spam… Which means I’m one gullible person.
I ended up going downtown today with one of my really good friends from college and we went to my faaaaavourite (am I going to be expanding words throughout the whole bloooog?) restaurant. It’s all dark and grungy; it has dark bookshelves stuffed with books and chandeliers and an overall dark atmosphere. I think I like it so much because it looks like a scene from Harry Potter *insert nerd face* But that’s not to mention that it has completely amazing food for super cheap prices. It’s within the area of the University of Toronto. We hung out on the patio and I had a pint of sangria which was deliciouuuus. And I ordered Pad Thai which is THE best at that restaurant. If you’re ever in Toronto, let me know because I will send you straight there!
Not So Awesomeness Of The Day: Toronto weather sucks balls. Excuse my french, but I am just furious. I turned on the Weather Network before I left my house to see what it’d be like today. 25 degrees WITH RAIN! WTF is that?? So I dressed down a bit. I get to downtown, it starts to drizzle and fierce winds decide they want me to have a bad hair day. Then it’s pure sunshine and extremely humid. What… the…? I hate you, Toronto! Why do you hurt me so?
WTF Moment of the Day: I stumbled upon this amazing work of literature a few weeks ago on the ‘nets. It really screamed to me and I think this deserves a Nobel Peace Prize. In fact, a Pulitzer as well. R.Kelly recently published a list of 24 things that he wants you to know what he wants to do. They are all worthy of your attention and really speak for itself. Here is the #1 thing that R. Kelly wants to do:
1. To make the p-u-s-s-y cry (“P.U.S.S.Y. Cry”)
I’m sorry, but can we take a moment to let that sink in? Also, #15 has made me swore off of GUCCI for the rest of my life:
#15. To eat the coochie of all the girls wearing Gucci (“Every Girl”)
I’m sure half of you right now are going: “HAHAHA….. Wait, what?” because that’s usually how I handle my WTF moments too. So there is your useless tidbit (almost typed tit, woops) for the day. Enjoy and see you soon 
It’s Sunday. Meaning, doing things that you didn’t get a chance to do during the week. Laundry, cleaning, even that porn subscription you forgot to renew. That’s what Sundays are for. Church? Nah, that is so ’80s. So decided to update and refresh my blog with a new entry! *enter applause here*
On Friday, the hubby and I went shopping at my store (Foot Locker) because they were having a staff appreciation weekend which means 50% off most merchandise. Mama needed some new shoes! So I ended up leaving the store with 3 pairs of shoes, 6 pairs of socks, and my dignity out the window. Pics are posted below! For your viewing pleasure Afterwards, we went to see Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince which means I almost peed my pants with excitement. My rating: The movie was good. Not great, not absolutely mind-blowing; but good. Oh and way too many sexual innuendos… Maybe it was just me? I seem to turn everything dirty. That’s riiiight. It was also two…hours…and…45…minutes… *Groan*
Oh here’s my rant of the weekend: DAMN FRUIT FLIES. Let me tell you, I have NEVER in my life seen so many fruit flies than the ones I have in the house right now. What the hell? Did they all decide to hang at my place before winter hits? Are they on “Cribs” and needed a place to crash or something? I Febrezed the shit out of them when there were literally 20-30 on my window and I feel like they multiplied while they were dying. WTF? I come back in a second or two and there are literally 15-20 back on my window. If anyone has any awesome remedies to get these crazy hoes out of my bedroom, let me know. Suggestions are welcome!
Just had a WTF moment. Please check out this picture and explain to me a) who in their right mind would wear these pants? b) why do they look like a diaper that can not withstand any more urine on top of leggings? Oh and incidentally they are actually called: skinny silk jersey harem pants. I kid you not. I can not make that shit up. Although personally, I would call them diaper pants. Imagine wearing those on a first date? Geeeez…. Okay okay, I’ll stop. That is all.
Anyway, hope everyone had a great weekend.. Weather here is absolutely shite. I feel like I’m living in bloody England. It’s been raining for 4 days now! Where the hell is summer I ask you? And here are the awesome pics of my new shoes. Such variety.. Ahh I get fuzzy feelings just thinking about new stuff 
… I will also use the “Word Of The Day” in my posts from now on through my handy dandy iGoogle page.
Prepare to be amazed!
I figure I start a new concept on this blog which will become a habit I’m sure. From now on, every week I will list one or a few confessions. They can be random and they can surround any aspect of life. I will hesitantly admit a few things in life that I enjoy and simply love. But really, I figure I throw some things out there for you all to be amazed by and never think I was capable of such ludicrous insanity.
#1 -> I am addicted to The Food Network. In fact, as I type this… it’s on that devilishly addicting channel and I am merely listening to the background noise of Chopped. It is on for most of the time I have the TV on, and yes I have dragged another ruthless soul into my conquest for recipes (my 8 year old sister, who now chooses to watch it). I don’t know what is the appealing factor for me. The new recipes and secret ingredients always tend to captivate me, and perhaps it’s because my Ukrainian grandmother (who incidentally makes THE best perogies) has surrounded me with recipes all her life, and pretty much taught me to cook. I aspire to have a library of recipe books one day, and that one day will be when publishers lower their ridiculously overpriced books.
I think I love all the chefs personalities. One is insanely enthusiastic, while another would rather go fishing in ice cold weather with no clothing on than do the show. They are all so varied and crazy and I love it! A part of me has always wanted to be a pastry chef, so that part of me loves to see the creations that masterminds have come up with.
#2 -> I am a huge Harry Potter fan. It’s been a while since I introduced this confession, particularly because I am a nerd deep down and can’t bear to admit it quite yet twenty and can’t bear the thought of anyone my age or older insidiously laughing at my nerdy obsession. Alas, it is true. I have read and bought each and every single book that has come out in the series. I have watched the movies on endless occasions, and as it currently stands… I am re-reading the 5th installment of the series to refresh my memory before I take on the 6th and 7th books (which I’ve yet to read). Enter blush face here.
Here is why I am insanely addicted to HP: 1) Ever since I picked up the first book when I was in grade 3 or 4, I have become fascinated with the warmth that the book projects. I can’t put my finger on it, but every time I read the books I feel this sense of comfort and warmth within me. Like I’m in my cozy home with a mug of coffee in my hand on a rainy day. Or the type of comfort you feel when you see an old photograph of family. Or the smell and warmth of laundry. It’s a sense of familiarity. Just something that resonates deep down. 2) I’ve always been captivated by the writing that Rowling has emitted throughout the novels. And I am quite jealous. I feel like her writing has impacted on why I wanted to be a writer all along. To give others that warmth that I felt. To create imaginative and descriptive pieces which spark the reader.
As I finish writing it’s now 2:30 in the morning, and I have written a post about nothing exciting. Which I’m sure you don’t care about. But let me into your world, what are your confessions? Or should I say obsessions? What makes you tick, and more importantly.. What makes your gear run?
I haven’t updated for quite a few days (okay, a lot) so finally decided to hop back on the blog-train. (Get it?)
Ah how I have craved numerous days off from doing anything. From running errands, or even working. Yes I know it’s ironic now that I have a job, I want days off? I mean ask me this a month ago and I would say “Shoot me. I don’t want to stay home and do nothing everyday.” The ways I preoccupied my time were quite mind-boggling. But back to the point, I went to work today, and today is the only day of the week that I work. Last week I was pretty bummed about that, but not anymore! Even though I’m still on-call for this week I reallyreallyreallyreally hope I don’t get called in. I want this week all to myself. And to curl up in bed and finish reading Harry Potter.
You heard me right. I am in love with Harry Potter ever since I was in grade 4 I think. Don’t judge me okay, we all have our vices! And that is all I have planned for the week. And get paid this week too, which is always good 
Thats about it actually, my life is too boring as you can probably tell by now.
More updates this week, as I will be doing… nothing… Hope everyone had a great weekend
I was diverting any attention from anyone today watching the news today and apparently there were casting calls for the new season of The Biggest Loser at NBC in downtown New York. Yes people lined up yesterday night in order to see a casting director for minutes, complain about their weight, and how badly they wanted to lose it.
A very obese man being interviewed said: “I want to learn how to eat. I’ve had surgeries and gained all the weight back. I want to train my brain.” Or something along those lines. That interview segment literally stunned me for a few minutes. It boggles my mind that people who clearly have no control over their food habits are lining up in the weee hours of the morning to get on a televised dieting show. Now I give them praise for attempting to change their life and turn everything around; actually having the guts to go downtown and hope for the best.
But let’s get back to the interviewee shall we? “I want to learn how to eat” is the dumbest thing I have ever heard when it comes to losing weight. And trust me, I’ve heard A LOT of things. How about, for starters, we put down all the junk food you’re consuming on a daily basis and perhaps replace it with… oh I don’t know… Fresh fruits and vegetables? Fresh food IS out there. It is not that hard to go to the fresh produce isle in the grocery store and pick something healthy. It is not that hard to scan the Nutrition Label to see how much of your daily fat is on there. You do NOT need to be part of a televised, money-making industry that owns your soul with contracts to lose weight. He claims he wants to learn how to eat, but really… You KNOW how to, your will power (or lack thereof) is preventing you from doing that. You are fully aware that there are better and health-conscious food choices out there, yet each day you deliberately stay away from them.
I don’t know what I’m trying to get at here, because it’s great to see individuals try and change their lives no matter what steps those may be. I just feel that the approach and view of these individuals is a bit skewed. Eating healthy is not that hard. It may take a lot of will power, contribution, and motivation but that’s a different story. You don’t have to “learn how to eat”. Hell, I would even think you would take care of your body more after you managed to go under the knife for a specific reason such as obesity. If you had surgery, the first and foremost thing is to LOOK AFTER YOUR BODY. It’s not rocket science. I was not born around the healthiest food throughout my life, but I am now scanning every Nutrition Label I can find before I put anything in my mouth (and avoiding anything that doesn’t have one). So no, it’s not that hard. And no you don’t “have to learn”. There is the internet, books , even fitness communities that help people on their journey.
So instead of trying to get your 15 minutes of fame lining up and trying out for televised dieting shows, find help within your community and within your doctor’s office to help with the weight loss journey. Healthy living is around the corner, and it does not need to be ignored because the next best thing (fast/junk food) is around the corner.
Concious decisions sculpt our actions.
- K
I was watching a wedding show today. This is probably a regular occurance, since I love anything to do with weddings and I’m a woman who likes to spend LOTS of money in MASS proportions hopeless romantic.
This show featured everything from the budget, planning, and to the overall wedding. The scene that got me was the day of the wedding when the groomsmen toasted the groom and cheered “Last day of being single!” This got me thinking about the illusion of cuffs and shackles that roam the idea of marriage. It almost seemed like they were reminding him that not only is he not meant for this or simply scaring him into remembering that he will be with one person for the rest of his life. As if to say: “Well you won’t be single anymore! No more girls for you! Aha you’re in prison and won’t get any love!” As if being single is such a triumphant event that he will be missing out on.
First off, why do groomsmen almost always exclaim that it’s the grooms “last day to be single!”. Can we keep in mind that the couple probably has been together from the span of 1-whatever years together? Does that not count as a relationship in men’s eyes? Or is marriage that much of a prison sentence that men need to be reminded and shocked into the idea that they won’t be single again? (Again, no emphasis on the years spent together with their present partner) Why can’t we toast to: “Ahhh! The next amazing 30 and more years of your life! To the last day of being unmarried!” It feels like the single life is portrayed so damn much evidently throughout wedding days. It’s as if it’s hard to focus on the actual event taking place, and that we need to dwell on not only the past.. But carry it with us into the future. A lingering STD left behind by our special, caring friends. Yeah right.
Second, as the groomsmen toasted the camera shifted to the bride and bridesmaids getting ready. This got me thinking (I do that a lot you know) that this woman probably thought of getting ready, getting married, and having a husband her whole life (I like to be stereotypical in some situations, I apologize lol) She has probably dreamt of her wedding day as many times as she possibly could. So how is it that one day that reeks of happiness be shadowed by the negative idea of monogamy on the other end where her fiance is getting ready? It’s shocking to think of the two polar opposite emotions that are happening within a close vicinity of eachother.
I found the whole segment to be interesting and I was immediately bombarded with endless thoughts. Why is it that on such a significant day, we need to be reminded that we will spend a lifetime with that person. And no one else. Not one more person. Why do we bring it up on the day? Even more, why do we bring it up period? Are we not capable of forming these thoughts before the wedding day? Surely since we decided to take that commitment we thought it over.
Marriage is a tricky thing, and so are wedding days. I hope to answer all these questions one day, as I sit sobbing in my dressing room. Yearning for those single days. Not.
It’s summer. Needless to say I am barely doing… anything. Unless you consider Cheerios and 12 hour sleeps exciting and enticing.
On a good note, I finally got a job! Which is fantabulous because I’ve been job-less for about a month. I previously worked at Club Monaco (cue ooooh & aaaahhs) but quit because I wasn’t getting enough shifts and I don’t believe in buying a new outfit.. to wear for the company… with the measly paychecks they give me. 1) Barely get any hours + 2) Put money back into THEIR company by buying new outfits/wardrobes = did not make sense to me. Then again, I’ve never been good at math.
Also, I will be leaving to NYC again tomorrow I believe. I used to live there for a brief part of my amazing childhood (No, I’m not American, stop asking. Canadian all the way :D). And my grandparents still live there, so I’ll be visiting them for grandpa’s bday (which was yesterday, Happy Birthday Gramps! Good ol’ guy is 72 I believe! :D) Not to mention I really need to catch up on some shopping and stock up on my brands before I come back to good ol Canadialand. No taxes and better stock? What can possibly go wrong?
Let’s hope this summer has patios, beers, and everything in between involved and I don’t miss out on any of it! It’s been a while since I broke free for a bit, and went out [a lot]. Hope everyone is having a good week and a great summer. I’ll be back to posting later on this week, if you even care
Just a heads up that throughout the next few weeks I may be customizing & editing a bunch of stuff on the homepage and poking around at everything in between. So don’t be alarmed if you come back one day and this is now a fetish homepage. I kid, I kid. Since this is a relatively new blog I want to see how much I can change it for the better as well as attracting your 5 second memory span.
NEW: I renamed the blog to the initial web adress, because well.. I can do that, and my friend said it sounded better (as well as looked better on his toolbar. What a tool) So hopefully you love it as much as I do and any other suggestions that you may want to see in the future (or weekly posts about a certain topic) let me know! Fair game!
Hope everyone had a great weekend and Happy 4th of July to all my American neighbours! (Yes, Canadians like to stick U into every single word. Deal with it)
Say it ain’t so.
The two ugliest brands of shoes have conceived a child. I don’t even need to write endlessly about the shame that this brings society, or the fact that this is reality and I’m not trapped in some nightmare. Or the fact that this piece of footware actually..exists. I’m not even surprised at humanity anymore when I come upon a picture like this. The picture speaks for itself (fortunately, or unfortunately).
So if you ever want to spite your mother-in-law, or send that special ex of yours a wonderfully crafted gift that will cause tremendous happiness with a shot of euphoria, consider the Cruggs (copyrighted to me, I am the genius of such word fabrication). Perhaps even a wedding gift!
Weddings registry is so 2000, so how about a sexy pair of Cruggs?
