My Wagon

I'm not exactly sure where the term, "Falling off the Wagon" comes from, but somewhere along the way it got the connotation of losing motivation from/stopping your diet, lifestyle change, whatever you'd like to call it. I've told you my story about falling off the wagon, and about how I've since got back on.

This post isn't about how I think I've fallen off again, because I haven't, my motivation is still very high, and my mind is still in the right place. My brain may be on vacation, but that's all it is.

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I think my wagon is a little dilapidated, like the house nobody wanted when you played the game Life. It works just fine, it's just a little slow and I'm certainly not to get off it any time soon... unless I find a shiny new red one. 

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I like to think there is a shiny new red wagon out there for me. On this wagon I'll go to the gym at least 2-3 times a week, drink copious amounts of water, and behave on weekends.One day I'll find you shiny red wagon, one day...

Side note: Has anyone seen the movie Radio Flyer? If not, watch it, it's old but oh so great. 

Television

I love going to the movies, it's all about the experience of  going out for the night, seeing a new movie, and loading up on super buttery popcorn. I would go to the movies one to two times a week if I could. Superman on the other hand hates the movie theater for some strange reason. He doesn't like sitting in a dark room surrounded by strangers in uncomfortable chairs... so I only get to go with him if he really wants to see a movie, if I sulk a lot or bribe him.

My love affair for the movies doesn't have a whole lot to do with movies though, because when I'm at home, it's all about quality television (by my definition). I watch a lot of TV. Once fall rolls around my PVR feels fat and I have 2-5 television shows lined up for everyday of the week (except Friday's and Saturday's because they suck for TV and I do have a life on the weekends). Last week I was bored and actually went through all my favourite shows and the hot new shows and figured out when everything would be on in the fall to see if there would be any PVR conflicts and be prepared!

Summer TV isn't bad, because it does boast some of my favourites (Big Brother, True Blood and Entourage) but it doesn't remotely compare to the Fall/Winter.

To fill in the holes Superman and I will generally watch seasons of shows instead of movies. It started with Grey's Anatomy (my third time watching it, his first), moved on to Lost (my second time watching, his first), followed by Kyle XY, Prison Break, The Office, Entourage, True Blood and most recently Dexter (which I'm beyond sad to be all caught up on). Those are just the shows that I've started/caught up on with Superman! It doesn't even include my guilty female pleasures like Private Practice, Jersey Shore, the Hills (I caught up on that in Season 1), and Being Erica (which Superman now watches too)... to my American friends, I highly recommend downloading Being Erica, it's one of the few television shows Canada has to be super proud of!

 Since Superman has been all wrapped up in his video games lately, I started watching Drop Dead Diva...

and I love it. For those of you that don't know, Drop Dead Diva is a Lifetime series about a beautiful 24 year old model, Deb who dies and instead of accepting the fact that she is dead, hits the "Return" button while at the Pearly Gates and gets stuck in Jane's body - a 31 year old fat lawyer. The show is hilarious and heart warming. The woman who plays Deb in Jane's body is an amazing actress, and portrays so perfectly how a model would feel suddenly being fat.

I really can identify with this show. I've always felt like the fat girl, and even though I am not necessarily fat I've pretty much always been the biggest friend. Even at my lowest weight I've always felt like a fat girl. Although Deb's experience is the opposite, anyone who has every struggled with their weight will likely enjoy this show (and others too - not leaving anyone out!).

Now, if you'll excuse me I am going to watch another episode!

P.S. I'm taking suggestions for the next series to catch up on or finish (if it's already over) - it must be boy friendly! 

Bathing Suit Shopping

 It's an itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow polka dot bikini...

 

Is it just me or do you get this horrible nightmarish song stuck in your head when you go bathing suit shopping?

Since I'm going to my cottage this weekend, and I am not feeling remotely comfortable enough to wear any of my bikinis, I have had to go the dreaded bathing suit shopping. I think everyone hates going bathing suit shopping, not just the ones who look bad in bathing suits no matter what it looks like.

Change rooms suck, they're small, cramped, and you never look good under the lighting. Not even mentioning the fact that anything that involves you having to get pretty much naked in a box sucks.

A few weeks ago I went on my first adventure to find a bathing suit. I hate one-pieces and the idea of having to revert back to one is heart wrenching, so I decided I would try and find a tankini. After trying on about 10 bathing suits in one stores cramped change room, I moved on to The Bay. They had a huge sale on, and I grabbed about 15 bathing suits. After waiting to finally get in a change room, I tried them all on, and found a suit I really liked, except it was too big. I went back out, only to find one left... in my size... but missing the top.

I searched all over the mess of a store (something about sales make a store look like it just was in the Wizard of Oz), with no luck. The bottoms were black, and they were the best part of the suit, so I convinced a sale lady to sell them to me even more discounted, and I got the suit for 75% off (they were 25% off + 50% of the suit missing). I then had to go find a matching top at another store, which was quick and easy.

It's a bikini with the newish style of high waisted bottom - sort of 50ish style (like this).

Last week, I went shopping with my cousin, and happened upon the most beautiful turquoise one piece bathing suit, so pretty and stylish that even I would wear one. It was regular $175 and selling for $59.99 at Winners. I had to have it, and it even looked pretty good on me (or as good as it could look). I decided against it the first day, but ended going back this weekend since I couldn't get it out of my head.

I'm armed with bathing suits for this weekend, but still hate the fact that I have to wear them in front of other people. My stomach flips at the thought.

What's your bathing suit story?

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Update: here is a similar bathing suit to the one-piece

Hiatus

No, I'm not going anywhere (until next week anyway). But apparently my brain already thinks I'm on vacation.

Next weekend I'm going to my family's cottage. Every year on the long weekend in August (the long weekend that's there just because), my family gathers at my dad's cousin's cottage. It all started many years ago after my dad's Uncle passed away, and we all went up to their cottage following the funeral (or something along those lines). The family decided that it was kind of ridiculous that you spend your entire childhood together and then you grow up and only see each other at weddings and funerals, so... Odyssey was born.

That was 12 years ago. So each August long weekend, is Odyssey (which is good for me because I actually don't know what to call the August long weekend and we all just call it Odyssey weekend now). The weekend of eating, drinking, tanning, swimming, talking, bonfires, board games, tenting it, and so much fun. Over the years we have organized it to a tee. The first year we all brought our own food, and there was too much of this, too little of that and not enough room in coolers and fridges. The next year the menu was born, and we started planning for everyone. The menu includes a BBQ on Friday, Justa Pasta night on Saturday, and Polish night on Sunday (my dad's side is 100% Polish) filled with delicious breakfast and mouthwatering beach snacks.We shop and menu plan for everyone, and everyone gets their duties for the weekend so it's not all left to the Mom's.

Now if you're still following, I said this was my dad's cousins cottage. So this isn't your typical family shindig  it's a lot of people. Some years we have over 40 people, staying in a good sized cottage and in tent city (as we like to call it).

It's easily my favourite weekend of the year, trumping anything else. I've never accepted a summer job without this weekend off as a precursor, if they said no (which they never have) I would simply just find another job (family first!).

 Anyways, so as I've said before, this weekend was kind of a huge reason to be at -20 pounds weight loss, since we're in a bathing suit all day during the weekend. I didn't make it to that goal, but I am almost at 10 pounds loss, so I'm content with myself. I don't care what I gain there, I'll just get back on the wagon when I get back, and I truly mean it.

But... my brain is already on vacation and I'm eating like it. I'm not pleased with this either. Last night after a killer frisbee game (my entire body hurts) I came home and made home-made french fries, then proceeded to eat about a cup of sugared gummy worms. They were good, but this is bad.

As I type this, my Mom, my Aunts and Grandma are on their way to Ottawa for a night, and we're going to a buffet tonight. I just need to behave, or have a serious workout. I need to convince my brain that is already on diet healthy eating hiatus, that it's not vacation time yet! I need to lose another 2 pounds (maybe more now, my Wii man is out of batteries!) before vacation!

Wish me luck!

The beautiful cottage I get to spend one magical Odyssey weekend at every year!

Foods I Love - Part 2

I figured that since I created a Foods I Love - Part 1 post over a month ago, that I should probably make the Part 2. Otherwise the title: "Foods I Love" would have sufficed, but my hips say otherwise. I could probably create a "Foods I Really Love, but have to Avoid because I am on a Diet Changing My Lifestyle" post that would go on more than anyone wants to hear read. So instead Part 2 features foods that I love and am still allowed.

Food number one. And by one I truly mean one. I am not exactly sure why I didn't include the pickle in part one, since I have had a love affair with pickles my entire life. This girl can eat pickles. I go through a jar of pickles almost every week. I kid you not (Superman would contend).
I have mentioned previously that my dearest Mother owns a restaurant. Well you peoples without the knowledge, back in the day  there were food shows (and still to this day, they just aren't as good anymore). Yes you heard me right, food SHOWS. It's like a conference with company food SAMPLES (I'm getting too excited). Restaurant owners/managers go and sample new foods for their restaurants/stores and can make purchases. When I was younger I would go with my Mom sometimes, and if I didn't she always brought home sample goodie bags, and I had the best lunches in my class for a week. This one show I went to with her and I met Mr. Strub. Yes, the Mr. Strub. He gave me a ginormous pickle (okay like 3), it was more cucumber-sized, than pickle. Delicious. Anyways, pickles are 0 points and purely awesome (I think the pickle in the picture should be glowing).

Food number two. Frozen yogurt. It's much better for you than regular ice cream and I think only crazy people or liars can taste the difference. Chapman's has a bunch of flavours that make my tummy and summer happy. I also buy cheap ice cream cones, so I feel like a little kid again, and can pretend like I just went out for ice cream (Ottawa has pretty much NO ice cream shops, where as my small home town has many, two are even across the road from each other). For most of the Chapman's frozen yogurt, it's only 3 points for half a cup, and if you buy your cones right, 0 points for the cone. So if you're good all day, then you can a sweet taste of heaven after dinner... followed by a pickle (I would seriously  do this, and seriously have done this).

Food number three. Feta and goat cheese. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I love cheese (so much so I singing some Ashlee Simpson L.O.V.E. in my head).  Feta and goat cheese (the soft unripened kind) is delicious on salad (I can't eat salad without cheese), and it is way less pointage than any other cheese (that I've found so far). Feta happens to be my favourite anyways... for it's salty godlike taste (the Greek's were onto something). Feta cheese is only 2.5 points for 1/4 cup. Goat cheese is a new love affair for me, and it's 2 points per oz (whatever that is).

Food number four. Avocados. I don't care who told you avocados were bad because of the fat, they were so wrong. Avocados are so deliciously good for you. I love chopping up avocados on salad (a new discovery for me), guacamole (I mush up the avocado, add some diced tomatoes, salt and lemon juice, simple and delish), and on sandwiches. Half an avocado is 4.5 points and worth every single one. Find some good chips with low fat, salt and pointage, and you've got a delicious weekend snack. Just behave.




So that concludes Part deux. I may do this again, I may not. If you like it I will, if you don't I probably will anyways, because I love food.

The Funny One

"A day without laughter is a day wasted."

Charlie Chaplin

  

Since the beginning, Superman and I have always argued over who is the funnier one in the relationship. I always say me, he always says him.

He always humoured me in the beginning of our relationship by calling me "Smarty Pants". He always let on that I was smarter than him, and it wasn't until we had been dating for a few months that I realized how ridiculous my nickname Smarty Pants was given the fact that I was dating a genious genius (I actually just spelled genius wrong the first time). As we became closer and learned more and more about each other, I quickly realized that he is the "one" for everything (the smart one, the fit one, the hot one, etc.), but I was determined to hold on to the funny one. I had to have something!

It's tough because he's actually pretty hilarious. I am often in laughing fits from his ridiculous humour and try to hide the fact that he is funny.

It's a tough race, and we generally flip flop for who is in the lead. But today, I must say he took a one-up on me for making me laugh out loud alone in a room (you know it's funny when...)

He must have been reading my blog, when he was IMing me, because this is how the conversation went.

Him: what's a live-in boyfriend?
Me: really? (thinking: maybe I am still Smarty Pants)
Him: that makes it sound like u purchased me from a box in Russia or something
Me: bhahahahahahhahaHAHAHAH

seriously...

Oh my lord, I may just have to give him a 3 point lead, because I'm still laughing.

Procrastination

Everyone does it, some more than others. I happen to be, and always have been a massive procrastinator. I always put stuff off (including this post... I was going to write it yesterday).

In high school it was homework. In University it was reading (until the day before the exam) and papers (also the day before it was due). Now for the most part it’s cleaning. I dream of cleaning while I’m at work, but when I get home I would rather do a million other things (sit on the couch).

I also procrastinate in my health. I procrastinate starting diets (that’s kind of how I ended up in this mess, it’s not like I didn’t notice myself gaining the pounds) and starting exercising (always tomorrow).

Usually I like to do a massive clean of the apartment on the weekend, and as I have said, this summer has been full of plans, which always fall on the weekend. Since I never want to clean after work, a lot of stuff has been neglected. Superman is a neat freak, and I’m messy (not dirty… huge difference!), so the apartment is always tidy, but there are those things that get skipped over when you’re tidying.

Yesterday was my cleaning day, and after a bit of procrastination I actually did get quite a bit done. Along with the usual clean-up I scrubbed the way over due to be cleaned bathtub (my least favourite thing to clean), under the couches (always a huge dirt and dust collector), and did a massive dusting. I didn’t have time to clean all my cupboards, baseboards and closets, but I made progress.

I even did my dishes… always an outlet for my procrastinative (it’s not a word but I think it should be) nature. I hate doing dishes. I promised myself I wouldn’t live in an apartment without a dishwasher, but what’s a girl to do when she loves it, but it doesn’t have one? You suck it up and move in. I could do the dishes after I eat, I could do the dishes the next day, and I could do them when I notice it’s time to do them, but instead I do them a day or two after that and I end up spending 30 minutes doing dishes and getting gross prune hands.

What kind of procrastinating do you get up to?

Vada

I totally believe I was born to be a mother. I was obsessed with playing house when I was little, and played with dolls much longer than any of my friends did. Later in life, I've always been the responsible friend, the mom in a house full of roomies, and of course, most importantly I've always wanted to be a mom. That being said, at 22, I am so far from being ready to be a mom (much to my mother's dismay). So, until then to put my nurturing qualities to good use, I have my furbaby Vada (I'll still keep her when I have real babies too!).

I have always been an animal lover, on the fence with whether I am more of a cat or a dog person, but recently I narrowed it down to cat person, because I love all kitties, and I can be a bit stereotypical when it comes to dogs (I am partial to medium and big dogs, and not so much with the little ones).

When I closed the door to my one chapter of my life (finishing university), I opened another, moving out of my roomie quarters and in with Superman and his sister (temporarily until we got our own place). A couple weeks before the permanent move I really started talking about getting a kitten - I hadn't been planning on it, but sometimes when I get an idea in my head I can't get it out. I harassed Superman, constantly talking about our kitty cat, and how we were going to get a kitty, and how much he wanted a kitty, how cute kitties are, etc. etc. etc. you get the point. I wouldn't let up, and I was constantly on Kijiji looking for a fluffy kitten. I was set on finding a boy, but then one night I had a dream that I got a kitten and named her Vada. Within the next day or two, I found the ad for Vada and Superman gave me the thumbs up to email the person. When the little kitten was still available, we made the plans to go pick it up (I say it, because the lady had no clue what she was).

We got her on the day we officially moved in together. Kind of romantic isn't it? I thought it was.

Here is the first picture I took of her after picking her up. She was so little and fluffy.

When we brought her home, she was a bit of a nark, aka, she fell asleep every five minutes, in mid-motion. The next day, her personality came out and she started playing. Little did we know the crazy beast we had just brought home. 

The little nark to the left and little beast to the right.









She has always been full of life and personality, keeping us entertained from the start. She may not cuddle like I would like her to, but she is absolutely crazy and will play until the cows come home, especially when the goblins come out after midnight. She has a sound effect for everything she does, loves water (particularly from large bowls and cups), will jump in any bag and has a spunkier attitude more than most tweens. My mom even loves her like a grandfurbaby... or as she calls her her grandkitty.

I truly believe animals are part of the family (and hate anyone who treats them otherwise), and well, I treat mine like she's my child, she can get away with murder (of buggies).

 

 

 

life's journey with a SMILE

I kind of just realized that my posts over the last couple weeks have been pretty negative, and that's not cool to me.

I created this blog for many reasons, and one of those reasons was not to make it my vent and complain space. I want it to be a happy place where I can go and write and be creative. I have always dreamed of being a writer (an accomplished one), and a blog is a great place to get the ball rolling on that.

Yes, I've had some shitty things happen over the last couple weeks, but that doesn't mean I should make my humble blog annoying for my readers (there are so very few of you, but I am so happy to have you here!!). So, although I am bummed at my slow weight loss progress, I am so happy to be on the right track, and although I had some bad technology luck over the last couple weeks, I was laughing it off.

The truth is, everyone has a story that can make you cry (thanks Amanda Marshall for coming up with one good thing out of your singing career), but those stories make us who we are today. I've had some really shitty things happen in my life, mainly the loss of my brother at such a young age, but I am still a happy person. I complain a lot (my childhood nickname was actually whine-burger), but I am not complaining about my life. I really love my life. I feel blessed to have what I have. In my 101 in 1001 the first thing on my list is to get my gratitude tattoo. I have always been grateful for my life, and for that reason I want to get that tattoo. I want to get the symbol for gratitude on my ribs, to simply remind me everyday to count my blessings and have gratitude for the life I was given (I have two other tattoos, which is for another day's post).

My blessings that make me happy and grateful:

I live with the man I love (who makes me very happy) in a great apartment.

I have a job within my degree that is an amazing opportunity that allows me to have a lot of flexibility to cater to my life (and I got that job a few short months after graduating).

I have quite possibly the cutest kitty on the planet, who entertains me, makes me smile and laugh constantly (it's true what they say about pets making people less stressed).

I have many close friends who mean the world to me.

...and I have an absolutely amazing family that I am very close with, that comes with incredible parents that are more so my friends than anything.   

How could I not be happy?

This is after all... my life's journey with a SMILE! (yah yah I know... cheesy).

What makes you happy and grateful in your life?

The Power of Three

This morning around 7am in my nice slumber, I was jolted awake (both of us) to a very loud crash/boom. One that could only mean broken mess. We (Superman and I) jumped out of bed to investigate.

To get the jist of this whole story I have to explain my apartment a bit. It has an open concept layout thanks to a half wall dividing the livingroom and kitchen. We had this grand idea (okay I lie, we saw it in another apartment) to put a table top on the half wall and have it act as our kitchen table to save space (amazing, right!?). I stained the table top, and it's been wobbling on the half wall for months now, and Superman is we are yet to secure it. It works fine as long as you don't put any weight on one side. Vada can stand on it, and it doesn't topple. I don't have a picture of what it looks like, but here is a before picture of the half wall to give you a better visual (my camera's landscaping abilities aren't top knotch).

Fast forward to this morning, post crash/boom. We walked into the kitchen to see that the cats (we're still pet-sitting his sisters cat and dog), had been playing and knocked over the table... with my laptop. I immediately was awake and checked to see if it was still alive, surely I couldn't handle another technology malfunction this week. The computer turned on just fine,and appeared unscathed. Then I saw the charger, my poor crooked charger. Apparently my computer survived the steep fall all because it landed on the charger, and broke it. So I am currently without a computer since it's dead (I'm at work using a spare) and still no Internet at home. I guess I should have factored in the possibility of two cats weight on the table.

1. Cellphone forgetting/stealing mishap
2. No Internet for a week at home
3. Broken computer charger

Please let that be all for my three bad things (bad things come in threes, don't you know?). I'm done, and awaiting patiently for my good karma.

P.S. Luckily my computer is still under warranty and HP is sending me a new charger for free again (this is the second time it has broken).

Weekend Re-Cap

I had a great weekend overall at home, despite the fact that I had my cellphone stolen (still yet to get a replacement, crossing my fingers for tonight), an encounter with grief, and came home last night to see that my Internet is broken, until at least Wednesday! (fml).

Why was it great? Because I was home. The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining, the breeze was amazing, and I got to spend some quality time with my Mom and Dad.

I finally calculated all my points this morning. I wasn't going to because I knew it was bad (are you surprised, at all?), but decided that I should own my badness and cheating. I still haven't weighed myself, I'm not ready to do that quite yet. Maybe I'll go for a bike ride tonight, and then weigh myself! My gracious Dad gave me his bike! I was going to buy one this weekend, but since I have to buy a new stupidstupidstupidstupid cellphone, he said he'd give me his (he never uses it due to back problems, among other things). So I'm happy to scratch off my first 101 in 1001 accomplishment. Back to the points (major sidetrack there), I'm like -29.5 over what I should of ate! I wasn't all that bad, but it adds up. There was Canada Day on Thursday, which involved snacks and a bit of drinking. Friday I had drinks with my friends from elementary school, which involved wings. Saturday I went out for dinner which involved a quesadilla, and half a bag of chips with Superman that night. Sunday involved driving home with a stop at Wendy's and after going to Subway and finding out they definitely didn't have my cell, a yummy drumstick ice cream cone, yeah whatever.  So it all added up, and hopefully not onto the scale.

Here are some pictures from the weekend:

 Canada fireworks with a view of Parliament Hill

They looked like twinkling stars!

My old man pupperoo at home, Ozzy

My parents amazing garden fountain!

A very tired kitty in the car after a long weekend.

Did you have a good long weekend?

Book Review: Heart of the Matter

As part of my 101 in 1001 I want to read 50 new books. I love reading books, but I'm terribly slow at it, it usually takes me 1-2 months to get through a book, so 50 books is an actual challenge. I originally was going to say 100, but that is actually a lot of books in 2.75 years.

Anyways back to the first book on my list. Last year in my final year of university I was craving leisure reading. It was my light at the end of the tunnel (that an my graduation trip with my Mom, Dad and Superman planned to Cuba the day after I wrote my final exam). For the beaches of Cuba I wanted to find the perfect chicklet (chick-flick novel) to read. After a great deal of Amazon searching I found the books Something Borrowed and Something Blue by Emily Giffin. I ate them up. I finished Something Borrowed  on the trip and started Something Blue finishing it a few days after we were back. They are amazing, and I have gotten many people to read them after me (all agreeing and enjoying). I also read her other two novels, Baby Proof and Love the One You're With in a short period of time.

A month or so ago I found out that Emily's next book Heart of the Matter was coming out! I pre-ordered it and raced to finish the Twilight series (I was on Breaking Dawn). I ate this book up too. Emily Giffin is only getting better in her skills. She knows how to make you throw your morals out the window and want things you so far from believe in to happen. It seriously makes me wonder what has happened in her real life because she writes it so well. This book takes two characters, Tessa and Valerie alternating their stories between chapters. The two women don't know each other, but you read (quickly) as their lives merge in a strange way. I loved her first two books the most, and I love how Giffen sneaks in old novel characters into her new books, for example, 249 pages in, I realized that the Dex and Rachel in the book were THE Dex and Rachel from Something Borrowed. Amazing. 

I highly recommend this book. I wish Giffin was a writer that has been around forever and I had just discovered, because I cannot wait until she writes another book. I'm also a major judger of books by their covers, and her books are so pretty! I can only aspire to one day write good books like her (and have books with awesome cover, that say New York Times Bestselling Author).

P.S. My reviews are based solely on my opinion, I was not asked to comment on or read the books.

Home is Where the Heart is

I'm at home right now, and I love it. As much as I have a really broken heart right now about my cell phone, yes it's broken...  I'm so glad I'm at home dealing with this. In my About Me section I speak about how I would live here if I could, and days like today make me wish I could. It's a beautiful, gorgeous day. My cat Vada even loves it more here.

I love Ottawa and the city life, but whenever I come home, it's simple and just.... home.

Last night I met up with my best friend (we've been friends since she moved here in the 7th grade  and we never get to see each other), and two other girls I've known since kindergarten, it was a reunion of sorts, which was amazing! Afterwards, I went to a house party with my best friend. I didn't know a lot of the people, but my hometown is a small town, and everyone knows everyone in some way or another. I wasn't drinking (to save calories and because drinking a depressant when I was so sad would not be a good thing), so I was a spectator in the drunken debauchery, which was fun, but also very sad for me. You see, my party days in high school were spent with my brother. He was a major partier, and was the one that introduced me to alcohol, and the party scene. He lived his life to the fullest, which for him involved a lot of liquor and beer. I am not a partier as much as I used to be, and I rarely even drink, so when I'm surrounded by a party scene, I can't help but have a heavy heart and miss him so much. Being home is amazing, but it also makes me miss my big brother more than anyone can imagine. It's funny the things that will trigger grief, such as a party and everyone having a good time, a smell, a song (Life is a Highway), a hurst (this happened last week), a picture (how can they not?), or anything... it's an ongoing process that will never go away.

I've had a great day with my mom, doing our usual errand running around town (she always has a million things to do for the business), lunch and tonight we're going out to dinner as a family with my Babcia (grandmother). Later I will go spend time with Superman and his family.

I'm going to finish enjoying this beautiful day in my beautiful hometown before the weekend disappears.

My big brother and I circa 2005 (notice the beer)

Today's Supposed to be a Good Day

This morning I woke up happy to make the four hour journey to my hometown. I haven't been home since the end of May, which is a very long time for me. After last minute packing, organizing and filling the car, we were on the road at 10:00am. At the half way point Superman and I decided to switch drivers, grab some lunch at Subway, and walk the dogs (we're dogsitting his sisters two massive rottweilers). While inside Subway, I stopped to go to the washroom, I texted my mom to let her know we were at the half way point, and then went to the washroom. Somewhere between that and an hour later in the drive, I realized I was without my cell phone, my beloved, black, beautiful blackberry cellphone - my life. In a panic, I realized we would have to turn around and add another two hours to our drive. In my state of major freak-out I decided that instead of adding two hours to my our (two dogs, Vada, myself and Superman's) drive, I would call to make sure it was there (meanwhile tearing a part everything in the car). A man answered the phone, and after a mildly rude conversation (he refused to look for me at first), there is no phone.   

I am now phoneless, lost and hurt. It scares me that someone has access to all my emails, my facebook, my everything. I called Telus and reported it stolen, so that it is now a paperweight; however, the fact does not change, that everything that is on there, this girl, this horrible bitch has access to my life.I now cannot buy the bike I was going to buy, and I'm searching for a cheap blackberry on Kijiji. Sigh. 

I need some chocolate.