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Happy New Years!

Top 20 New Years Resolutions for 2015! Enjoy :) 1.  Wear less red lipstick. 2.  Don't swear as much. 3.  Don't listen to Guns N Roses as if they just released new music yesterday. 4.  Stop wearing track suits and UGGs like....everyday. 5.  Do not eat Nutella from the jar anymore (Even though it is THE most delicious jar/spoon snack in the entire universe). 6.  Start working out.  7.  And stop calling the walk from the car to the mall a "workout". 8.  Try a more delicate laugh.  One that is less like a hyena or donkey and more like a sweet, little chickadee. 9.  When nervous, do not bite nails. Instead, try a yoga inversion pose in which you hang upside down at your waist.  Even if you are in a public place.  People won't judge.  I'm almost sure of it. 10.  Read books that are not only found in the TEEN section of the library. 11.  Watch the news.  And not just the Life & Style Weekly updates that get posted to your Facebook

The clubbing zombie.

"Mishi?  Is this where Indian Motorcycle used to be??"  I ask my sister while pointing out my cab window. "LODZ!!"  Mishi yells my name angrily in Polish from the back of the cab.  (It's pronounced "ludge")  "STOP asking where Indian Motorcycle used to be!  You do this EVERY TIME we come to Toronto.  EVERY TIME!!  NO, that's not where Indian Motorcycle used to be.  It was on the other corner.  You sound SO OLD right now!" I sit back quietly in the passenger seat. I can feel the cab driver looking at me but I don't turn my head towards him.  I will not give him the satisfaction of looking back. I rest my elbow on the cab door and rest my chin on my hand.   "It was a really good club."  I whisper quietly. After a few more seconds, Mishi and her friends burst out laughing. Yes, perhaps I am "dating" myself by reminiscing about my party-girl days and the old nightclubs I used to frequent in To

A time of peace.

It was 8 years ago that my Dad passed away from cancer. I'll never forget the day that he left us.  December 14th, 2006. After months and months of pain and suffering, it was inevitable that my Dad was not going to survive this horrible disease.  Not only had the cancer taken away his energy, his muscle tone and his strength....but it had taken away something worse.  His spirit.   His last week was spent in the palliative care ward in the hospital and there wasn't a moment that he was left alone.   In the last few days of his life I had grown numb.  I knew what was happening and I didn't really want to face it, so I had blocked off my own emotions in order to look strong and happy whenever my Dad laid his eyes on me. We had slept in my Dad's hospital room almost every night for that last week.  We made beds by putting the lounge chairs together.  Our discomfort was nothing in comparison to what my father had been going through for the last few months, so w

But first....let me take a selfie.

As most parents can understand, when you have children, your home suddenly becomes a disaster zone.   It starts off filled with playpens, high-chairs, boxes of diapers, swingy-chair thingys, and any other massive space-taker that comes along with having a baby in your home. But as the years go on, and the large baby items make their way to the local donation centre, then your home becomes inundated with toys, books, electronics and random "stuff".  In my case, pink and purple stuff. Because I find myself so busy tidying up this stuff, in addition to the million other things I need to be doing every week (such as writing my fabulous blog), I find that the things I used to get to around my house are being completely ignored.  Things like sweeping, vaccumming, putting laundry away and organizing are all going out the window.  Come to think of it......I WISH that the dust and dirt from the floors was going out the window...that would make life soooo much easier! Anyw

Spare time? What spare time?

My cousin just had a baby.  A gorgeous little boy.  Her first. While texting back and forth last week, she said something that immediately brought me back to month 1 with Lola..... I'm only NOW understanding what spare time means when you're a mom! I know EXACTLY what's she's talking about. I remember all too well what it was like to go from no baby in the house....to "what the hell just happened here???"! -------------------------------------------------------- January 2009 It was 3 weeks before my due date and I was getting ready to bring a new fabulous child into this world.   I was pretty confident in what it was going to be like to have a new baby, even though it was my first.  The nursery was finished, my hospital bag was packed and I was rocking a new short hair do. I was going to be a super-stylish mom.  Like Angelina....or, Heidi, or Gwen!   I was soooooo excited! There was only one teeny-tiny thing that kept bugging me