Ridiculous Girl

"Mommy!  Mommy!" "Ooohhhh Mommeeeeeeeee!  Mommeeeeeeeee....." What?  Where am I? "Mommy!  Mommy!  Wake up!" It finally dawns on me.  I'm in bed. And it's the morning. I lift my eye mask slowly and see two tiny little faces staring at me and smiling. Without waking me up, my girls had somehow managed to climb into bed with me.  They had already found their comfy spots and were already watching Treehouse. I groan and stretch. "What time is it?"  My voice sounds like a dying frog. A very chipper voice answers.  "It's....ummm......six.......zero......4.  I did it Mommy!  I told you the time!  I can tell time!!"  Lola's voice is shockingly happy and loud for this hour. I try not to seem frustrated at the fact that I am up at six-zero-four......so I put on my best 'supportive' voice. "That's great baby.  Good for you".  I let out a huge yawn. I close my eyes again.  Just for a minute. 

I’m sure you’ve all heard of the recent Bachelor news.   Obvi!  No doubt i t’s been on the top of your radar. Juan Pablo did NOT get engaged. I speak of course of the Bachelor’s wishy-washy ending to the show’s “most dramatic season EVER”.    Last Monday,   Juan (I pronounce it “Hoo-Waaaan"), had to decide between his final 2 ladies , Clare and Nikki.   But unfortunately for Hoo-Waaan, his past came back to haunt him.  Over the course of the season, Juan did what no other Bachelor could ever accomplish.     He managed to insult and disgust...pretty much the entire world with his obscene comments.   Unfortunately for him, Clare had enough and stormed out , leaving Juan muttering that he hadn’t chosen her anyway.   Whatever Juan! So by default, Nikki won.    Or did she? The final rose ceremony was almost unbearable to watch.   Juan did not tell Nikki that he loved her....but rather that he “liked her.   A lot”.   Oh brother!  

Once you pass 35 years of age, you start to realize that you're not really young anymore. But you're not really old either? It's weird. You still feel young....but you're not. I remember being a kid and saying "Yeah, our teacher is old.  She's probably like, 38." I want to go back in time and kick myself in the head. Having said that ....I actually do love getting older.   I love having experience behind me.  I love who I have become, and I love knowing what I have overcome. I'm not super fond of the wrinkles though .....but there are always ways to fix that ;) Many things have changed from when I was a 20-something.......to now, a 30-something.  But the one thing that hasn't changed, is my love of partying and dancing.  I will go dancing at every opportunity, no matter what my age. One Saturday night, my girlfriends and I went to Bloke.  An amazing club in downtown Toronto.  We had a fabulous time.  We drank martinis, we danced and

It's been over 10 years since I downhill skied.   The thought of skiing always brings back fond memories.  Tata (my Dad) used to take me every winter since I was 7 years old.   I will never forget his lessons, our lunches in the chalet, and cooling down our hot chocolate in the snow.   Once Tata passed away, and life got busier and more complicated, my trips to the ski hill had completely disappeared.   It was like I stopped keeping in touch with a very good old friend who I loved hanging out with. I very often wondered why?   If I loved it so much, why couldn’t I find the time? Following my new motto of taking life by the “balls”....I decided that it was time to get back out there. I called the only person I could think of that would make this experience truly worthwhile and amazing. “Mama!   Wanna go skiing with me?” “Vat?   Okay!!   Lez go!   But first I have to bleach my hair.” Within a couple hours, we were all decked out and ready to hit t