Ridiculous Girl

  Facts you will need to know for this blog post:   Fact 1.   In 2010, I tore all of the ligaments in my left knee while sparring in Taekwondo. Fact 2.  It was very painful. Fact 3.  I saw Dr.Korkola, specialist in orthopaedic surgery, who advised that I go for surgery immediately, followed by months of intense physiotherapy and rehab. Fact 4.  I said no to his suggestion.  Not because I am scared of surgery, but because I am deathly allergic to working out. Fact 5.  So I have lived with a damaged knee for 8 years.  It’s been annoying, but has not really impaired my life much (probably because I am deathly allergic to working out and will not do so under any circumstance.) Fact 6.  Dr.Korkola is VERY handsome. Fact 7.  I’m not quite sure why Fact 6 is important, but knowing me, I feel like it’s something that will come up later in this blog.     Ok.  Now that those facts ...

Do you ever crave change? Crave it so bad that it's all you can think about? Well..... I was the living, breathing result of change. In the last 5 years, there had not been a single day in which my life wasn't changing.   Looking back over those years, I had gone through almost every major life-changing event that one could possibly go through.  Divorce, a new home, going back to work, a new car, starting dating again, new friendships, new relationships.......the list went on and on.   Add all of this on top of learning how to be the best possible single mommy I could be to 2 wild and crazy gals, and you've got a woman who pretty much defined the word "change". But I have to say that there was ONE thing that didn't change.  One thing that continued to be a consistency in my life year after year. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my hair. My long, crazy, mommy-messy, tangled, ridiculous platinum hair.   It was the one thing that co...

A night, not too long ago, I was invited to my neighbours' house for dinner and drinks. It was exactly what I needed that night.  Good friends, good food, and good drinks. As my neighbour grilled chicken on the bar-b-q, his wife and I sat and drank Corona's at the patio set nearby. As he flipped a large chicken breast, covered in red seasoning, he said to me, "Leo!  Tonight is Mexican-inspired for you!!  I made a tangy mexican rub for the meat, we're drinking coronas, and soon, a shot of Tequila!!" I burst out laughing while I held my fingers in a giant X towards him, "No!  No tequila for me!!  Corona is just fine, thank you!!" He went "PFFFTTTT!" and waved his hand at us ridiculous girls and and then kept on with his bar-b-q'ing. Several hours later, we had taken the party inside.  With bellies full of yummy food, we were catching up on time spent apart, laughing at hilarious stories and listening to our favourite 80'...