It’s been a long ass time…


Well hello there!

It amazes me I still knew how to log on AND figure out how to add a new post. I can’t even call myself a blogger anymore, that is how much of a slacker I am over here.

It makes me sad in a way, blogging used to be such a big part of my life – and now, it just isn’t. I think blogging was something I did when I had something better but not as exciting to do. Homework? Nah, I want to blog. Or blogging was an excuse to get out of the house. It gave me an excuse to go do things, to experience more, to say ‘yes’ more often. It was a way to document the little things that I otherwise would have forgotten if it didn’t show up on my TimeHop.

When I started to phase out blogging, I feel like a lot of my favourite bloggers were doing the same. Posts were getting more sporadic. No one was showing up as often as they were. But after signing on here again, I realized a lot of you are picking it back up again – not to mention Charlene, totally publicly peer pressured me to get my ass back in this chair and post something for me to read. So Charlene, this attempt to at least show up here a little bit more often is going out to you.

SO I guess you need a little bit of a catch up of my life?

And this kind of sucks. Because at this moment I realized how little there is to catch up on. Am I literally this boring? Fo’ realz?

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I landed my dream job. It is amazing. I can’t say enough wonderful things about it. I work from home, so I have a pretty awesome desk area. Not as awesome as it will be when Jamie and I get our own house and I have a full room to decorate, but it’s still pretty awesome.

Jamie won season hockey tickets from the newspaper, and somehow I have been lucky enough to not attend one game. I am telling you – life is good.


I got glasses. Sort of. I was getting really bad headaches. Google told me I either had a brain tumour, or I needed glasses. I went to the Optometrist, who said my vision was fine, I just had some slight eye strain from staring at screens all day. So I have glasses, but they don’t have a prescription in them. They reflect blue light – so they are basically like sunglasses for my computer/tv/kindle/devices.

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I still drink too many Monsters, and should own stock in Starbucks.

Really not feeling this season of Greys. I’m not a Meredith fan – I don’t like her drama. I need more Alex.

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My Christmas tree is up. It went up a week later than I would have liked, but now that it’s up – it’s so beautiful. I love Christmas. CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS.

I signed up for the Reddit Secret Santa, which immediately just stepped up my ‘coolness’ on the ‘cool scale’. I kept going back and forth between national vs international partner – and decided to go international, because #MapleSyrup

I tried shawarma, and I loved it. It did hurt my stomach a little though, but I am hoping it was something besides the shawarma. I am yet to go back though.

Seriously, am I really this boring?

I guess so. That’s all I can really update you on to catch you up to speed.

How was this post Charlene?


Stereotypical Canadian Night

“She grew up watching hockey, with her daddy on saturday nights” – Dean Brody: “Canadian Girls”

Let’s go back in time to November 5th, around 6:45 AM. Jamie said to me in my pretty lethargic state something along the lines of “I won hockey tickets on Twitter. It’s either tonight or Thursday night. Not sure what day.” I then may have responded with the word Jennifer Lawrence said when asked what went through her head when she fell going up to receive an award “It was a bad word, that started with an ‘f'”… I began my negotiations on what is in it for me, and then agreed to go.


Later that morning we learned the game was actually Thursday night which allowed time for denial, anger, acceptance – you know the normal stages of grieving.

Yesterday came around and I was asked to pick up the tickets to save us time later that evening.. I actually neglected to say that this was my FIRST EVER hockey game – I know, I put Canadian stereotypes to shame. So I was beyond nervous just picking the tickets up, so I decided to treat myself to a White Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks first!



Jamie picked me up after work, he showered, and then all the festivities were able to start. I negotiated earlier in the week, going to a frozen yogurt bar which just opened up. Jamie enthusiastically complied to my demand needs.


After the deliciousness it was time to go attend this game. We were walking towards the door with a herd of people and I loudly said to Jamie “okay stay close! It’s your first ever hockey game, and I am sure you are nervous”.. Everyone turned around and awkwardly stared at him.

We got to our seats and waited for it to begin. At one point it was ‘practice’ which I thought was pretty dumb – what the hell were they doing in the days leading up to the game? Watching movies? During their last minute practice, they were shooting pucks at the glass REALLY hard. I might have jumped and yelled a little bit every time.

This was like a legitimate sports game. They even sang the national anthem. Jamie took me to a Blue Jays game once, and they sung it, but I don’t know how credible they are – I mean, everyone randomly stands up and sings “take me out to the ball game”..

I learned a lot of things during the game:

  • A “penalty” is a grown man time out
  • booing the ref is nothing but annoying – IT DOES NOT CHANGE THE OUTCOME
  • No one claps for the other team for doing anything good – it is kind of rude
  • Jamie is unaware where the players moms sit
  • Jamie also does not know how the hanging things from the roof get cleaned
  • When the big buzzer goes, it does not mean its time to leave – it means there are 2 more periods and 2 breaks to go
  • The refs need to ‘consult’ over if the puck actually is in the net. I see it in the net. CLEARLY it is in.
  • At the end of the game 2000 people belt out “Sweet Caroline” for no reason at all




After the game was over and we were leaving it was heavily snowing. Just to make the night that much more Canadian.


In the end it was not a horrible night. The FroYo was amazing. The game was different. It was a pretty decent first hockey game experience!

Do you like hockey?
What is your favourite frozen yogurt topping?
Would you belt out “Sweet Caroline”?



Calling All Americans, I Have Questions!!!!

“My upbringing in Canada made me the person I am. I will always be proud to be a Canadian.” – Jim Carrey

A few weeks ago I asked for help in finding a new show to Netflix.. I was suggested by a few people to try out “Friday Nights Lights”. I was somewhat skeptical as we all know I hate sports. Lets just say, I have been MIA, as I started it last Saturday (4 days ago), and I am currently on episode 9 of season 3!! I am absolutely in LOVE with it. However, it has led me to a bunch of questions regarding the US. Yes, I understand it is a show, which is an exaggeration, however a lot of my questions are due to the fact that it is such a different way of life than here in Canada…

PicMonkey Collage 1) What is a college interview? What is the point of a college interview? I cannot for the life of me wrap my head around this one. Here, you go online to the “application centre” check off the schools you want to apply to, pay your fee, submit your grade 12 (and maybe grade 11) transcript and then you wait. Within a few weeks you will receive a letter in the mail saying “hey, you’re in, pay these fees by this date, see you in september”. What is this interview for and why do you need one?

2) What is the deal with HIGH SCHOOL football? I don’t understand how intense it is. I get that I am watching a show which is based around high school football. BUT the town literally SHUTS DOWN friday nights for a HIGH SCHOOL football game. Our games would be in the afternoon, and (only speaking for the high school I went to) unless you were a parent of or dating a football player you didn’t really go. Maybe if your gym class watched for the period.. I just don’t understand what is so special about it. I don’t get it.

3) The HIGH SCHOOL football coach is a full time job? Ours was the guidance counsellor who volunteered his time after school.

4) “Let’s eat some barbeque”… Okay what? To me, a barbeque is a cooking device which cooks your meat over a grill powered by propane and fire. You do not eat a barbeque. You eat barbecued meat. Do you said “Let’s eat some skillet fry”? I don’t get it.

5) You have to purchase TICKETS to go and watch a HIGH SCHOOL football game? Why? It is hosted at the school which you fund through your taxes. Why do you need to buy a ticket to attend your childs game?

6) The radio station discusses every detail about the game, like they are on TSN. Again, I don’t understand it. Do they forget its a high school game? I mean, on our radio they will announce the final score, but not brainstorm possible ideas which the coach might use.


So, to you American citizens, please explain this to me. I cannot comprehend it. Why???

I Hate Sports

“I went to a fight the other night, and a hockey game broke out.” – Rodney Dangerfield

I think I have mentioned quite a bit just a few times, that I absolutely hate sports. Blasphemy right? How could someone hate sports? It seems so absurd. I feel like my reasons are completely legitimate as I am with a 100% sports addict. If Jamie is not watching sports, hes playing them, if hes not playing them hes reading about them, if hes not reading about them hes playing sport video games, if he is not playing video games hes talking about them, if hes not talking about them hes sleeping. Maybe that is a bit extreme – but not really. I have decided to compile my reasons, in no particular order.

Terminology: Oh my God!! Terminology is something which drives me absolutely nuts. There are terms which make no sense what so ever. For example:

Handicap: By definition, “Handicap” means “A condition that markedly restricts a person’s ability to function physically, mentally, or socially”…. Seriously, WTF does this have to do with golf? Really? Think about it!
Fantasy/Fantasy League/Fantasy Draft: One word which remains constant is “Fantasy”, again, lets look at the definition: “The Faculty of imagining things that are impossible or improbable.”, in other words “bullshit”, so why the hell do people care so much about their “bullshit team”. In addition to this, I hate having to wait around for Jamie to finish “drafting” his “bullshit team”. Tick tock.

Live Games

This is something else which is horrible. Please keep in mind I have not gone to many sporting events. In the summer I went to a baseball game, I’ve gone to a lacrosse game, and I have seen Jamie play baseball every week in the summer.
1) I cannot pose for a photo prior to, without looking scared out of my mind.
2) Why would I want to sit THAT close to someone? I don’t know you. I do not want my arm to know your arm. Also, if you are sitting beside me, do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, start commentating the game to me. Im sitting right beside you buddy, stfu, I came here so I didnt have to listen to the paid commentator commentating.
3) To all of you drunk obnoxious neanderthals – do everyone a favor and not come. No one wants to listen to you calling the other team onto a fight
4) MOST IMPORTANT. It irritates me to NO end having to listen to people YELL at the ref. Your displeasure is NOT going to change his call. Sit down, and shut up. I Jamie did not pay for me to listen to you yell at something that is out of your control. Why don’t you go and yell at people who litter, maybe you can save the polar bears.


If I am watching sitting through a game, why do I need to watch the replay of the ball/puck/object going into the net in 18 different views. What does it matter? It went in. What else is there to see. The ref said it went in, it went in.

After watching a game where you also watched 18 different views of each goal/score/touchdown/hole why must one watch the highlights AFTER the game which is recapping the replays? Seriously? Watching the game was torture enough, why have re-watch the replays?


Round and round the merry go round, we get it.
The commentators annoy me also, “lets go racing boys” – week after week, its annoying – do everyone a favor and come up with a new saying. Better yet, mute the microphones.

NASCAR has to be the WORST for replays. Yes, he crashed, we saw it 18 different ways, but now must we listen to 14 different drivers, and 12 crew chiefs take on the crash? It happened, clean up the track so we can get a move on and finish this race so we cant watch the highlights.

Pitting – if I wanted to watch guys change tires, I would hang out at my local Canadian Tire for an afternoon and take in all the ‘excitement’.

The “roar” of the engines are “exciting”? Some of the best sleeps I had, I fell asleep to that “roar”

Lastly, I hate the talk to “racing strategy”. Really? If I am interesting in watching “strategy” I would go witness a chess game AFTER hanging out at Canadian Tire.


Nothing like seeing grown men slap each other on the ass after a “good play”.

Back to the commentators. Seriously, how much do you hate your life during each game? Talk about boring! “He has the ball. And he just passed it to him. He has done the unexpected here and passed to someone else. Oh no, he got tackled. What a run. Bad times. The other team has the ball now. And they’ve kicked it. Shocking.”

I threw a football with Jamie once. He tackled me. I was on the grass. THE GRASS.


I am Canadian, and I hate hockey, is this blasphemy or what?

It it too fast + the puck is too small = hard to follow = headache = annoying

Enjoying/Watching hockey is like celebrating the cold and the snow, two things I hate. Oh, and its on ICE, so it is even colder.

I hate the smells of the area, and the disgusting fried food they provide.

I think it is pathetic watching grown men have a temper tantrum and fight with each other on the ice. Grow up and act like men, not 13 year old boys on the schoolyard.


Aside from just being boring and having to listen to “HARDER, HARDER, HARDER” like some weird sexual thing, this is the sport Jamie watches when there are no other sports on. Therefore, I hate it.


I went to game. There were drunk men. The man beside me wouldn’t stop commentating.

Baseball takes forever to finish.

Not only is 162 games/season WAY too long, but the fact that 8 teams make the playoffs. There are 30 teams, that means 26% of the teams make the play offs, they should only have 4 teams to end the season faster.

You can leave, go get a pizza, come home, eat the pizza, and you missed absolutely nothing,

Blogmas Day 22

Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone. – Charles Schulz

Jamie and I did our Christmas this morning. I am going to save all of the Christmas festivities stories/photos for one big post after everything is all over. However, I did want to do a post on something I made for Jamie. I was going to do it weeks ago when I originally made it, however, I know that he reads this and I did not want to ruin Christmas.

For his birthday or Christmas I always go the sports route. He is (lightly putting it) OBSESSED with sports. I keep thinking though, how many sport things can you really give someone? So I try to get more and more creative. This year I made coasters! I was actually SO surprised how well they turned out!!!

IMG_4175It was not a good photo due to just how shiny they turned out – you can really tell in the bottom two… and of course the left side turned out blurry. Just work with me.

So to make them I ventured over to Home Depot (all by myself!!!!) I purchased 9 single tiles (I think they were like 20 cents each – completely affordable). The ones I got were 4 1/4 x 4 1/4, I really wanted 4×4 but they did not have them. The ones I got actually turned out to be the perfect size ad I did not have to cut a whole lot of the photos to create the white boarder. After Home Depot, I printed off some photos from different sport things which I thought he would like (NASCAR, football, hockey, baseball – covered all my ‘bases’ – get it?.. I get so proud when I can make a sport reference).

coastersI cut all the photos to fit the coasters as perfectly as I could. I used a scrap booking paper cutter to ensure that the edges were even – so much better than scissors. I then covered the tile in a thin layer of mod podge and attached the photo. I waited 30 minutes for it to dry and then added a layer of mod podge to the photo. I chose to wait the 30 minutes as I figured that the photo would start to warp if it became too saturated. After the first layer on the photo dried for 30 minutes, I applied a coat every 30 minutes for a total of 3 times and then I let it dry over night. The next day I put a layer of polyurethane on it which will protect the photo from liquid. I put a total of 3 layers of the polyurethane on, with 24 hour drying time between each layer. I over did it with the layers, but I wanted it to be perfect. You could definitely get away with 2 layers of mod podge and 1 layer of polyurethane.

Lastly you can apply cork or felt to the back of the coaster with hot glue. I would suggest against the felt as I feel it begins to cheap-ify the coasters where the cork will look more professional. However, Home Depot was out of cork so these babies are bare until the cork comes back!

They were so easy to make, and they look beautiful. Although they are not time consuming to make, the wait time is horrible especially if you are impatient like I am. It was totally worth it though!!!


  • Tiles (I used porcelain as the ceramic was uneven)
  • Photos (scrapbook paper would work also!)
  • Mod Podge
  • Polyurethane
  • Cork (or felt)
  • Hot glue


  1. Cut photos to fit tiles
  2. Paint a thin layer of Mod Podge on the tile and secure the photo
  3. Wait 30 minutes for the Mod Podge to dry
  4. Paint a thin layer of Mod Podge on the photo*
  5. Wait 30 minutes for the Mod Podge to dry
  6. Repeat steps 4-5, 2-3 more times
  7. Allow 12 hours for the Mod Podge to fully dry
  8. Paint a layer of polyurethane on the photo*
  9. Allow to dry for 24 hours
  10. Repeat steps 8-9, 2-3 more times
  11. Hot glue the Cork or Felt to the back of the tile
  12. Wrap and give

***ALWAYS paint the Mod Podge and polyurethane the same direction to prevent a criss cross texture****

Ellen’s “You Posted That on Facebook?”

“To make a mistake is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity” – William Arthur Ward

It is a very cold and dreary Saturday, which is pretty much the worst thing that can happen on a Saturday. It is more “Monday” weather. Anyways, by looking outside I had no desire to put clothes on (yes, this seems to be a common theme). I was so warm and content I did not want to ruin that. You will be proud though, I did get dressed…Around 2. Prior to this I sat on the computer and watched YouTube videos.YouTube videos. This is always a strange topic. Have you ever clicked on a featured video and then watch all the “related” video, and then the “related” video until you are either:

  1. Watching animal videos
  2. Watching people fall videos
  3. End up on the “weird” part of YouTube

The “weird” part of YouTube is somehow where I always end up. If you have never been to this area. I warn you. Do not. You can never un-see what is up. I’m talking popping cysts off backs which are the size of my head. Maybe even being taught how to stitch yourself up with a needle and thread. Maybe, how to give yourself Botox. Oh yes, I have seen them all.

Today was not one of those days though. Today, I watched Ellen!!! You either love her or hate her. I love her and I find her pretty funny. I watched one mini-series for a 30 minutes. She went through Facebook photos of audience members and displayed them. Facebook photos which need explaining or are embarrassing. I thought it was hilarious. So, I decided to find some photos of myself which are weird. I must warn you, no photos am I intoxicated, or naked, or anything like that, so in other words – These are all boring.

Art Class. In high school. I remember this day. Someone brought a camera and I modeled everything in the class from oven mitts to this glue gun. What is more embarrassing? I have a full album on photos from this class. What is even worse? How short my kilt looks. It is not short. My shirt was really long, and I am really short (5 feet!) So the shirt is misleading. If my hands were down straight it is longer that my fingers.

Our high school graduate trip. I was on a train and I was trying to sleep. I did not know this photo was taken until a week after we got home and there was this picture in different positions. I think 12 people posted me like this. The biggest confusion I have about this photo – what am I facing? Am I twisted?

If there is anything I hate more than anything. It is sports. I hate it. I hate watching, hearing, talking about it. I sat for a day and attempted to “score keep”. I have never ever, had a sun burn before nor after this. Just another reason as to why I hate sports. Oh, I also had a 5 hour flight the next day. My life sucked.


This, there is nothing to explain. I have a pink snuggie. I love my snuggie. I just thought it was cute.




Best for last.. My fat lip. Jamie enjoys showing off his sweet sports stuff to me. If you see above, you saw that I said I hate sports. I got 2 black eyes playing badminton. Like hate sports. Jamie was showing me his “super cool lacrosse trick” when the ball flew out and got me in the face. slightly less dramatic, but still as painful. He felt horrible and has never picked up the stick around me again. Im not mad about that.