Ridiculous Girl

......continued from last blog.  Don't even GET me started if you haven't read last week's post yet.  Don't turn Ridiculous Girl into ANGRY Girl  >:(  If you HAVE read it...then please enjoy the following :)   Godspeed. The amazing thing about living next to fabulous neighbours is that they always want to hang out and they always want to have fun.   The BAD thing about living next to fabulous neighbours, is that they ALWAYS want to hang out and they always want to have fun! I always dreamed that one day I'd be living in a community where everyone knew my name......like in that 'ol Cheers theme song.  Well, like I always say ....dream it and it will be!   So OBVIOUSLY I manifested it.  Like....DUH!! I now live on an incredible street filled with fun people who not only know my name, but also care for me like I couldn't even imagine.  Neighbours who watch my home when I'm not around, neighbours who leave cute care packages on my fr

It was a quiet evening in Ridiculousville.   The sun was setting, the weather was hot and I was working hard on my garden.   I sat on my front lawn pulling out dandelion after dandelion, while intermittently wiping the sweat from my nose with my fancy new leopard print gardening gloves.   My new gloves looked super cool with my AC/DC shirt, my leopard-print Von Dutch baseball hat and my blue-tint aviator sunglasses.   Note:  One must ALWAYS look cool while gardening.  It is the outfit that takes gardening from "boring old lady" to "hip young mommy".   Write that down. I then took a short break from weeding to tend to my flower garden, and I began un-packaging my new solar lanterns.     For those of you who don't know me, this is how I work best.  I jump from task to task to task until all tasks are completed.  Some may say I have a problem with staying focused but I think that...............wait, what was I saying?? Anyway, I carefully placed

......continued from last blog entry ....... I'll never forget my first Tragically Hip concert.   My good friend Bill gave me a concert ticket for my birthday almost 20 years ago.  I wasn't exactly thrilled about it though.  I would have much rather preferred a new jean jacket, or a new pair of Ray Bans.  But alas, I was given this ticket, so I decided to make the best of it.   I didn't really know who "The Hip" were back then.  Only that they were some band that were adored by almost every living Canadian.  I didn't really know why.  I heard a few of their songs..... they were ok.....but who's kidding who, they were no Guns N' Roses. Bill was obsessed with The Hip, and so were all of his buddies who we went with to the concert.  It was fun to watch how excited they were before the show.   It was like it was going to be some monumental moment for them or something? The lights in the concert hall suddenly went down.  The screams of anti

"Guess what?!" My sister had never called me with such enthusiasm before. Something was o n the verge .... "WE have been invited by my good friend Bianka to attend an amazing pool party at some rich guy's mansion in Toronto!!  Tickets are $500 a piece, but we're getting in for free!  And not only that, but we're gonna be in the VIP section the whole time.  AND.....get this...the one and only, DJ Steve Aoki is playing at the party!  Apparently they paid him something like $80,000 to perform for the afternoon.  Can you believe this??  Isn't this insane?  BUT WAIT......there's more....it gets better...." It couldn't get better, I thought to myself.  A Toronto mansion?!  A VIP pool party?  Steve Aoki??  There's NO WAY this party could get ANY better.  But my sister continued... "After the pool party...........are you ready..........we're going to another Toronto mansion.........just wait.......where we're going to

Growing up I always had a desk in my room, even when I was very young.   Tata (my dad) always felt that it was important that we had a place in our rooms to do reading and writing.  Even at the tender age of 4.   I don't wanna brag but, I was kind of a genius.  I was like Boss Baby....without the Alec Baldwin voice. I always LOVED my desk.  I made sure it ALWAYS looked perfect and pretty.     I set it up with my funky multi-coloured pens (you know the kind that you click on a different colour on the top??  VERY popular in the 80's) and I also had a huge assortment of pop and push pencils (you know, those pencils that you pop the lead out when it was done and put it to the bottom to push out the next lead out??  those were also a HUGE HIT in the 80's. ps- I was VERY cool back then).  I also lined my desk up with numerous diaries, notebooks and colouring pads.  And on the side was my calculator which I used quite often to randomly add and subtract numbers while ho