Sigh I shouldn’t even HAVE to write about this. Honestly. It’s disgusting. Please people, for the love of holy things, tell me that you flush your toilet after dropping a deuce when you are at home. Yes? Then why the hell can’t you do the same when you crap in a public washroom? I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve flung open the door to a bathroom stall to be greeted by a bowl full of shite. Your shite. The toilet works too. I know, I flushed it with my foot from the doorway while holding my breath so I wouldn’t have to breathe in your fecal particles as the contents swirled themselves away into our wonderful, magical sewer system. If I can flush the toilet, YOU CAN FLUSH THE TOILET. There is no excuse for not doing so. If for some magical reason you find out after dropping your…

The fact that it’s already September is mind-boggling. I had so many personal goals and plans that had to be put aside this summer. It was more important that my kids summer was fun and the only time I could complete anything was if they were immersed in a show or game and I couldn’t handle the guilt of them being tech zombies. I completely underestimated just how much them being home full-time would affect my ability to complete tasks. The distraction alone thwarted progress. My kids must have set a world record for how many times a person’s name can be spoken in one day. The more I tried to work on something the more they insisted they needed me. It was a clear sign that things weren’t jiving like I’d anticipated they would. There were fun moments paired with frustrating moments as we tried to figure out how…

I love the Internet. Give me a cell phone with the Facebook, Instagram and Twitter apps, and I’ll get lost for four hours (#jokingnotjoking). Do you need to know the full (and rather brief) discography of Sugar Jones? Look it up. Do you need to find out what a burst ear drum looks like (I had no idea and I’m 35)? Look it up. Do you need to understand how Keyboard Cat came to be? You do. Look it up. In fact, the first time I spoke to my boyfriend-now-husband was on ICQ (I hyperlinked that for you sweet, young things). We were in high school in the early 2000s, okay? So, basically, without the Internet, my children’s lives would never have been realized. I know, slightly dramatic. And, as much as I love the instantaneous pleasure of finding an answer several seconds after asking a question, the Internet, of…

You know I’ve said it a time or two. The thoughts are usually accompanied by some horrific picture of my double chin or muffin top fully exposed. I’m sure it comes across as some hilarious caption to an unflattering photo, but the truth is, I believe it. I think Strongman is a sexy sport. But probably not for the reasons you think. When I’m training, I’m focused and determined. I have a goal in mind, and the only way to achieve it is to work for it. One more rep. One more run. One more lift. It’s not always easy and comes with a hefty price. I risk getting hurt. I usually walk away with a bruise or two. Often there are tears because I fear that I’m not reaching my full potential. It’s a gruelling process, and it requires grit to persevere and accomplish the task at hand. So,…

Who doesn’t love great stationery? If you’re anything like me, you’re collecting pretty notepads, humorous cards, and fancy writing tools to the point of obnoxious. I like the idea of having an assortment of things to go through when it’s time to write a particular note or send a greeting card. Of course, it’s easy to stop by the dollar store and grab a scribble pad and generic card, but have you ever received a truly personalized message in a carefully picked design just for you? It’s a lovely feeling to know someone took a little bit of extra time to show you some love. So, when Anick told me she was launching a subscription box for stationery from Canadian artists from the East to the West, I was thrilled! Last week she messaged me to ask if I would be in the area. She had a special package for…