BF and the Guacamole Adventure

How's that for a title?

As I was preparing meals for the week, bf took it upon himself to bust out some AMAZING guacamole for us to share.  I'm not usually a fan of guac, but for some reason this was guac like no other.  Allow me to walk you through the journey to some of the best (and most simple to make) guacamole I have ever had.

Bf got out all the ingredients.  He meticulously chopped and readied them into individual bowls.  He juiced the lemon.  He measured the salt.  And best of all - he photographed the entire thing.  This is one of the many reasons why I love this man.

Here is the photo journey of "Bf and the Guacamole Adventure":

3 avacados - halved (duh)

1 tsp of garlic (he chopped this himself and made it look blog worth. TRUE LOVE)

1 lemon - juiced
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup diced red onion
3 tbsp cilantro - finely chopped
2 roma tomatos - diced
1 pinch cayenne pepper
1 serrano pepper
1 tsp garlic

Mix it all together and serve with Rice Crackers.  They have really yummy ones at Safeway.

Trust me, if you're looking for a healthy snack to fill your munchie cravings - this is a fantastically easy option!  Especially if you have a bf who loves to watch YouTube videos on how to cut food properly.

xoxo. Go Eat Guac.

To my 17 year old self...

I got the idea for this post from Kelly (@kmcaffee05) over at The Six of Us who got it from someone she knows on Facebook.  We bloggers like to share with each other, especially when it comes to posts such as this one.

The idea of writing to my 17 year old self made me think about lots of things about the person I currently am vs. the person that I was 11 years ago. 17 year old me was still a sarcastic know-it-all, but the big difference was, she didn't actually know a damn thing. Here goes nothing..

Dear Candice.


First things first - let's work on those eyebrows.  Seriously. NO one needs to have eyebrows like that unless  they are hanging out with Ernie on Sesame Street.  Bert called, he wants his eyebrows back.  No joke, go to a store and ask the lady to fix them for you, you will thank me for years every time you look at your grad photos.


Next, I realize we have a bit of a weight problem going on here.  Bagels with bacon bits and cream cheese are good, but you don't need 3.  You only need half of one.  And just because you have friends who can drive now, it doesn't mean that going to the drive thru for every meal is a party.  I know it really is a party, and you will remember most of those lunches for years and laugh about them with friends, but you really need to eat a salad every now and then.


Just because boys pay attention to you, it doesn't mean they like you.  They might like you, but at 17 they will rarely ever come forward and admit it.  Right now they like you for your boobs, and maybe because you are starting to get pretty out-going and witty.  Don't let them use you though, but go with it because the lessons you learn will shape who you become later on.


Don't take your friends for granted.  You will lose some people that you wished you had the chance to say things too before they were gone.  I know you are still young (don't get mad at me for saying that - just stating a fact) but you are not immune to adult-type situations.  If I knew this letter would actually reach you, I would provide you with dates and time for you to go and stop these things from happening.  You'll get through it, but you'll never forget what you didn't say.


The friends you are making right now will be the people that are in your life to this day.  Don't do them wrong because you will be left to feel guilty about it for the rest of your life, when you realize how amazing and wonderful having close friends can be.  I know you guys drink, but don't be dumb about it.  OH and ps: remove the empty 60 Absolut bottle from under your bed before Mom and Dad move in a few years.  I know it was your first 60, but let it go.....just let it go.


You wanted to be a doctor until you realized you hated the sight of blood.  Then you wanted to be a teacher.  Or an artist.  Or an Early Childhood Educator.  Or a Cake Decorator.  Well - I'm not quite there yet, BUT you will get to do all those things after you have children.  Even if it's not possible to do it the way you dream of, there's lots of other kids who need a parent with all of those qualities.


And one last thing: Honey, you're eyebrows are dark and are the size of halloween candy Mars bars.  Bleach blonde highlights pulled through a cap, with black roots, is not your colour.


Take Care of yourself and never feel like you're not good enough,


Big C.


ps: Tyson will cheat on you, so make sure you sell all his DVD's before you kick him out.  Gotta be worth a couple thousand, at least....

Taboo Topics

There are few things I try to stay away from in my social media presence.  Whether it's Facebook, Twitter or Blogger - I have a filter somewhere in my mind. For some reason when I write, it shows more then when I'm speaking in real life.  I'm like a trucker in person -- err make that a trucker from space.  I'm just random. Then you put me in front of a keyboard, and all the sudden I know big words AND when to use them (for the most part).

I was just reading my friend Kira's (@kixy_stabbs) new blog - and I realized that there were some things that I choose never to put out there.  This has nothing to do with the fact that her blog is exactly what I would say out loud in person, but the fact that it's not what comes out when I talk/type online.  Reading her blog and enjoying every word, I realized I had created filters for myself re: my online presence.   I realized that I rarely swear, I don't talk about sex and I generally don't rant.  I like things to be happy, happy, joy, joy all the time - while keeping in mind that people of all ages read what I type on a daily basis.  On Facebook, I have little cousins and family members that don't need to know that I can't go a day without dropping the f-bomb, or that bf and I just had a nooner and it was awesome.

Even typing THAT was hard!

I have a filter, and I use it - but I try and use it for good.  I applaud those who don't have one - you speak what you feel and it is a pleasure to read.  Keep swearing and talking about your adventurous love lives, I will continue to live vicariously through you over here in PG-13 land.  Check out Kira's blog "Dirty Fucking Laundry" for a filter-free view of life, which is the best view there is.

*insert grey hair here*

*sigh*

Bake for the Quake - BEST IDEA EVER!

This is amazing and just what I have been waiting for.  A combination of cupcakes, baking, tweetups, April 20th, helping japan and being in Vancouver? SHOOT ME.  I mean that in a good way.  Shoot me with excitment because this event, being put on by Joy (@Gourmeted) of Gourmeted and Melody (@GourmetFury) of Melody Fury's Culinary Misadventures is going to be epic.  I can tell already and I don't even know anymore details other then to go HERE and read about it!

Event information:

Roundhouse Community Arts & Recreation Centre

Date: April 20th at 6-8:30pm

Address: 181 Roundhouse Mews Vancouver, BC

Get in touch with them at @BakeForTheQuake on twitter, as they are doing an open call for Vancouver bakers.  Help this awesome cause and retweet if you live in the Vancouver area, please and thanks!

4:20. Cupcakes. Charity.

Baked in Vancouver has found it's home, and it's at Bake For The Quake. 

PS: I need helpers, so let me know if you're interested and available :)

SEE YOU THERE, VANCOUVER!!

Love & Nature

Yesterday was a beautiful day on the west coast, so bf and I decided to go for a nature walk because that's what we like to do.  Crawl around, get dirty and take lots of pictures.  We drove out to Maple Ridge, and visited Golden Ears Provincial Park.  It is full of nature trails, waterfalls and beaches - and there is even a camp ground that we will definitely be camping at this summer.

Yesterday was also my Dad's 58th birthday.  This is relevant because when I was a little girl, he used to take my sister and I on hikes, while my mom got to have some time to relax away from us screaming children.  As bf and I explored around the park, I was reminded of those hikes with my dad, where he showed me that flipping over rocks and logs can reveal a whole new world of creepy crawlies.  Since I couldn't spend his birthday with him, as he lives in Ontario, this was the next best thing.

road block - or chin up bar??!!

ooooo mossy.

have you hugged a tree lately? I don't advise it - they are covered in spider webs (and spiders)

exploring the trails of the park

bf has some serious photography skills

a camera on a tripod works great for self portraits!

xoxox

fishies were trying to go upstream

you can always find love in nature

I made him do this in front of the moss heart - he's such a good sport 

We walked and talked and climbed on rocks - and then it started to rain so we went home.  All in all, a great place to take a hike and fall in love with nature, and your significant other, all over again.

:) 

Detox Day Three: Uh oh.

I knew it was inevitable that I would mess up, and if any day of the week - it was going to be a Friday.
I am dedicated to the cleanse, but like Rebecca Black so mono-tonely told us, "you gotta get down on Friday"  My definition of getting down is to drink.  I realize Rebecca is only 13, so she was probably talking about fooling around with boys (just being honest) but regardless.  Bf had brought home some Kokanee, and I had (undisclosed amount) of it.

I began the day right on track.  Woke up and had my favourite combination of green pills and oatmeal, and washed it down with what I am now referring to as "my tincture".  It makes me feel like I'm in that movie 'The Craft' and this is just part of what it takes to be the best me I can be.  If it worked for Neve Campbell, maybe it'll work for me. Manon! Manon! Make me skinny!

All the food we had prepared at the beginning of the week finished up yesterday,  leaving the dishwasher full of tupperware and empty tincture glasses.

I goofed.
I cheated.
Whatever you want to call it, I enjoyed myself.
I'll get back on track for Day 4 - and hopefully stay strong for the next 8 days.  I have always said that losing weight is never as easy as it is when you have a television crew following your every move, to make sure you get it done.  I need to find that incredible sense of motivation from somewhere, perhaps in the form of a pending wedding....my own wedding....that would be more motivation then I could stand to ignore.

Tick tock, bf, tick tock...

;)

Day Two: Twestivals make it hard to detox

I was doing so well. 

I woke up, ate my breakfast of pills and oatmeal, and drank my water full of who knows what that is helping me get skinny.  I filled up two bottles of water and headed off to work, feeling proud of myself that I made it to day two without a hiccup! YAY ME!

Then I get a bbm msg from Lindsay (@causticchick) that she had an extra ticket to the YVR Twestival.  For those of you who don't know about Twestival, well let me tell you - it's where a bunch of people from Twitter get together and raise money and drink wine and take silly pictures in awesome photobooths (@threesixtyphoto)!

For example:

@causticchick, @tessmccann @niftynotcool @Jkemshaw and me gettin' our silly on

I had never been to a tweet up before, so I was super excited (and admittedly nervous) to see what it was all about.  There were going to be a lot of people there that I have been corresponding with over the last 2 years, and after 4 hours and a last minute, failed and desperate shopping attempt - we arrived at The Lookout, and got in line with our new friend Tess (@tessmccann) - I could feel the excitement already and I'd only met one person so far!  Immediately we ran into Dennis (@DennisPang), one of my longtime Twidols (haha) due to the fact that he is very well-known on Twitter, works in social media, and still takes the time to interact on a human level.  We got in the elevator and made our way up to The Lookout where everyone, except me, was drinking free wine.  I gave my wine ticket to Lindsay because she was being a detox cheater - and I instead held onto my poorly charged Blackberry for dear life.  We got up to the top, where Tess won a beautiful (lol) watch, and I won 2 tickets to Bard on the Beach -- and cue my look of confusion.  It's apparently a Shakespearian Festival they perform on the beach, and it's pretty well-known around town to everyone but me, I guess.  I was hoping it would involve food, but if it involves The Merchant of Venice I'm equally pleased.

the view from The Lookout on a nice, clear Vancouver day

They were giving out lavender donuts and pork sliders and other delicious snacks - NONE OF WHICH I PARTOOK IN.   Not one - I was on a mission to stay on track for Day 2 of my detox, and NOTHING was going to deter me from said mission.  

The night was amazing.  I seriously can't even list how many amazing people I met - some who came up to me and picked me out of the crowd.  I never paid attention to how many followers I have, but I always try to communicate with anyone who let's me know they are out there.  Last night, it blew my mind how many people said they were glad to meet me, and all I did all night was stare at other peoples chests (nametags, pervs) to see if it was someone I knew!  It was like meeting old friends for the first time - I know you, but I don't really know you, but I do know you - and you know me! What the!  I was so overwhelmed by the number of people I recognized, I forgot that we were there for any other reason then to meet amazing people.  I turned to Lindsay and asked her, quote: 

loveyourcake Vancouver candice 

I just asked "is something going on here tonight?" #yvrtwestivalhttp://yfrog.com/h7xj1wnj

Her answer was "The Mayor is about to speak" and then burst out laughing.  I turned around and saw this:

@MayorGregor - The Mayor of Vancouver

OOPS!! My bad!! HA!

I had to tweet it, and as the Mayor proceeded to give his speech about how awesome we all are - my tweet was being played on a giant screen behind the Mayors head.  Then it was retweeted a few times, and remained on the screen during his entire speech.  We were howling.  It was our claim to fame for the evening.  I wanted the Mayor to add me to Twitter, but he was busy telling people to vote for him at the next election.

We proceeded to walk in circles and meet lots of new faces - all the while me staring at everyones glass of wine in their hands, and in Lauren's (@niftynotcool) case, a glass of wine in each hand.  Lucky Lady!   I got to meet Mel (@TheSassyFiles) - my longest twitter friend since back in 2009, and she was just as amazing in real life as I imagined her to be!  She was with an equally awesome group of local ladies, who were far better dressed them myself (@BurrowsGirl, @missvitamindee, @Canadian_Kelli).  The sweetest compliment of the night was from Kemp (@kempedmonds) who said that I was "funny and engaging" on Twitter.  So nice! I was happy that people think of me that way, rather then "the bitch who tweets too much".  There was Colene (@colene), junior member of #teamskinnybitch, who took one for the team - or should I say took TWO for the team, in the form of donuts. Thank you for eating my donut!  The @GoPopcorn crew was out in full effect, and we caught up with Amy (@VanCityAmy) Nick (@Phanyxx) and Dennis (@DennisPang) around the photobooth (@threesixtyphoto), and talked Twitter.

@GoPopcorn in the photobooth!!!

There were, however, a few things I would do differently the next time around:

#1. I will charge my blackberry because it's reedonkulous to think that I would not want to take out my phone for the entire evening and tweet everything I see/touch/bump into/do.

#2.  I will not be on a detox.  I will eat donuts to the full extent, and I will do it proudly, with 3 glasses of wine.

#3.  I will bring a pen and paper and write down everyones name that I meet.  I hope I connected with everyone, but I feel like there were so many more that I wasn't able to find them when I searched for their names and now they're somewhere out there in the Twitterverse.  I'm reminded of Fifel, in and American Tale, or whatever it was called. 

#4.  I will dress fancier.  I didn't know it was going to be all 'la dee da' and I felt like a schlub.

#5.  I will give a speech. (about what, I'm not sure, but a speech none the less...)

#6.  I will wear shoes that are comfortable, and not insulated with those pads used to prevent furniture from scratching the floor (i was in a hurry and had to improvise)

After the Twestival, we went out with a whole group of my Twidols (I can't help it) and I watched them eat and drink and be merry.  I was merry, I just skipped the eating and drinking part.  We talked about muff cleansers, and looked at our silly photo booth pictures.  They taught me that there is a way to change my setting so I don't have to see every conversation everyone has on Twitter (the sick part tho...I like seeing it, and evesdropping, and then adding my own two cents).  It was very informative, and made me OH SO HUNGRY for more....more food, that is.

Overall, it was an incredible night of new/old faces.  I say faces because I only knew these people through an avatar on Twitter.  It's so strange how you can walk up to a complete stranger, and feel instantly comfortable - but that's the magic of it all.  You never know what you'll  get if you don't put yourself out there for the world to meet.  So next time you hear about a tweet up, get yourself a ticket and see what it's all about.  Maybe I'll see you there, and we will stand beside each other, on our phones, and tweet about how awesome everything is.

Day Three of detox is another story altogether....coming soon. 

Thanks to everyone that I met - and those I missed, I'll get you next time :)

Day One: I want to eat EVERYTHING

So far today, I have taken 12 pills and 60 drops of something or other - and I did it all in the name of Detox.

I ate some oatmeal for breakfast, with a yummy side of pills and tainted water.  As soon as the pills entered my mouth, I knew there was no turning back (mostly because I couldn't return it at this point).  I stuck with the diet all day, and even spent $6 on bottled water because I forgot to bring mine with me.  Grand.

Lunch was brussel sprouts and curry chicken.  It was great...seriously.  Then later I had some cabbage -- just cabbage, cut up. YUM! Then for dinner I had more pills as an appetizer, followed by cabbage rolls and a salad.  I made these cabbage rolls with the help of bf the other night, and they turned out fantastic.

First, we cooked up some extra lean ground beef, about 6 servings of brown rice, and added in 4 tomatoes, onions, and an egg.  This took a while to cook, but it was a necessary part of the cabbage roll equation.

In the background is some basil tofu that I will get to at a later date. Also Yum.

So we boiled up a big pot of water, and dropped in a head of cabbage.  This was not as easy as Google said it was going to be, because when we tried to tear off the leaves, they basically crumbled in our hands.  We boiled them anyways and did the best we could to make them "roll-like".

This was the best piece of lettuce - obvs.

The rest of them did not work out this well, but I thought I needed at least one picture to make it look like I knew what I was doing...

So then we put them all (wedged them all) in a casserole dish and baked them, covered, at 350 degrees for 40 mins.  They held together wonderfully, and have been a great go-to for lunches or dinner.  We kept the salt and pepper to a medium, and Google said to add parsley too, so we did.  

Drank a ton of water, but the only exercise I got today was walking too and from bus and skytrain terminals. 10 minutes in total.

Am I skinny yet?

Heaven must be a party...

I'm not a religious person, but if there really is a Heaven up there - then it must be a party like no other.

So many amazing people, some famous to the world and some famous only to their families - Heaven sounds like it would just be one big ol' social event.  I wonder if they have Twitter? I hope so....

With the passing of Elizabeth Taylor today - someone mentioned to me that she was probably met at the gates by Michael Jackson.  This instantly sparked my brain into thinking that he would have had a cocktail in hand, and a cigarette in the other.  This also had me wondering if people go to Heaven and stay the same way they are when they pass - or do they get to get back in time to when they looked something like this?

I hope it's the latter - and I would like to go back to age 25.  Everything was still perky, and I didn't know what lower back pain was.  I have never bought into this whole Heaven place in the past, I only wished it were the case when someone I knew passed away.  Moving into the future, I think I will keep an open mind about what people choose to believe - because if you know for a fact that you are going to Heaven, then you must be really excited to see everyone again and party with Elvis.  In my case, if Heaven actually does exist, I want to be greeted at the gates by Chris Farley and Phil Hartman - and I want them to take me over to my friend's places/clouds and have a keg party.  After that, I'd like to go see my Opa and Grampa.  Hell - they can even come to the kegger, if they'd like.

So thanks Liz, for making me think about things.  I hope that wherever you are, it somehow tops the amazing life you had here on this planet.  You were sexy, smart, and had more jewellery then I could ever dream.  If you brought any with you, please save me some to wear to my keg party when I get there.

RIP.

Detox Time

No one needs to tell me that cleanses aren't good for you.  I don't want to hear about it.  I know that the best way to lose weight is to exercise and eat properly - I have been there, done that, been around the block, and then done it all over again.  The last 7 months of my life have been a free for all - and it turns out "all" just means "fat".  I was so healthy and spunky last summer - where did that me go? and PS: Her clothes called, they want her body back.  So last night I wrote about how enough was enough.

The time had come to buckle down.

I decided to do this Wild Rose Cleanse on the suggestion of Lindsay (@causticchick) and a few others who have tried it in the past.  I know that a cleanse is not the answer to my problem - but it is, at least, a start to a solution.  I am the type of person that needs the jump start, the "kick in the ass", if you will.  I went to the store and bought the cleanse, that sounds like a lot of mumbo jumbo - but the point is, I INVESTED money in weight loss, and this is a fact that I do not take lightly. If I put money into something, I expect to see something in return.  I expect no less from myself, having been the one who paid for the results - I NEED TO SEE SOME RESULTS.

I spent the night preparing meals using the food guide provided in the diet.  Since I am the worlds worst cook, I recruited bf and we spent hours slaving away in the kitchen.  I typed ingredients into Google and then modified the recipes to include everything I bought got at the grocery store.  Who needs rhyme and reason when you're trying to lose weight.  Less reason, more lose.

The first recipe of the night was for these delicious brussel sprouts.  Simply add balsamic vinegar, olive oil, pepper, salt into a bowl with the sprouts cut in half.  Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Next, just lay the little sprouties out like so:

Pay no attention to the explosion in the back that used to be my kitchen.  I think we used every dish in the entire condo - and then washed it and used it again.  I knew there was a reason I was no good at cooking, and I'm pretty sure it comes down to the fact that I can't stand when things are in between dirty and clean.  Cooking is always in between clean.

Putting the OCD aside, I have prepped some other amazing meals that I will be sharing throughout my first week of the detox.  I don't know if there's a way to completely detox myself - I'm basically a toxic wasteland at this point.  But I will give it a go - and will be posting my way through it.  If you click on the link for the diet at the top of this post, it will take you to the acceptable food list.  It's actually quite yummy, and very filling.  I have some excellent recipes to share with you too!  So join #teamskinnybitch and even if you don't use the cleanse itself - just try using the meal plan and see where it gets you!  If you want to send me money to hang onto for you so you feel like you are invested - I'm down for that too. 

End goal: new summer dress from Anthropologie and an awesome pair of Michael Kors gladiator sandals.

Let's do this.

We Have An Issue, Papa...

I have really gone and done it this time.

After a most recent shopping trip, and a daily reminder from my current wardrobe - this body is NOT prepared for the upcoming summer dress season.  And yes I know I blogged a while ago about Team Skinny Bitch and how I was gung ho - well... SHOCKER!! I didn't follow through - but @TheSassyFiles (Mel) @jessicabair (Jessica) and @caustichick (Lindsay) sure did.  Now here I am, one month away from sexy spa vacation with bf in Ucluelet and I feel like I ate a balloon bouqet whole.

The food has been prepped.

The running shoes have been found.

The cookies have been removed (don't ask)

Next time you see me - I'll be less of me.

I welcome this.

Breakfast for 2 in Whalley World

After last nights antics of frolicking around downtown Vancouver AND a solid 11 hour sleep - breakfast became our number one priority in life.

Seeing that it was 1:30pm, bf and I knew that there was only one place to go - Ricky's.  No question.  All day breakfast - all the time - and oh so close!  I had never been to Surrey Central before, but knew that I needed to bring my camera.  You never know what you'll come across in Whalley - which is what I love the most!

Let the good times begin:

This face says "I'm excited for breakfast!"

Bf's waffles.
I so scooped the whip cream before he even had a chance to see the plate.

Us, being precious.
When I showed bf the picture, he said "We should have taken it without your frumpy coat on"
Apparently, not so precious after all...

Flippy Floppies make me happier then Bounty chocolate bars!
(That means VERY happy)

And because a trip around Whalley wouldn't be complete with something random and
out of the ordinary - I give you: Rooster truck.

And now - we nap.
Hey, we're no Bill & Ted, but I would certainly consider that an excellent adventure.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

If I had a clone...

Imagine the possibilities of life if you could clone yourself?
Obviously I understand that this means there will be two separate "me's" out there, but it would be so awesome if, somehow, they shared the same thoughts and emotions (get on that, science).
I woke up this morning, and thought about all the things that I would love to do today - go for a run, go for a hike, go shopping, clean the condo, eat something delicious. Then I thought - let's be realistic.  It was 11:30 am and I hadn't even left the bed yet. Truth be told, the sun gave me a hint of motivation, but I knew that once I left the bed, I wasn't getting dressed until it was absolutely  necessary.

If I had a clone, however, she would've been up at 8am. She would have a nice breakfast of oatmeal, nuts and fruit.  She would have a big glass of lemon water, and then get her Lotus Wear & Lululemon outfit on and head out the door for a 2 hour run around Whalley.  Once she was finished that, she would come home and take a shower - she would probably even shave her legs, because she's a go-getter.  She'd make a list of what we needed for groceries, and then walk herself down to Safeway and pick up some supplies.  She'd bring them home, put them away, all without waking up bf.  When she was finished cleaning up the sushi containers from last night, she would bbm someone and have them meet her at the mall so she could pick out a cute outfit to go out in tonight.

All the while, the real me would be able to stay home to wake bf up to tell him that I had a dream I had a baby - because he definitely needed to know that.  I would lay in bed and try and catch up on all the red blinky notifications on my blackberry, which would cause bf to not be able to fall back asleep, due to my "loud and constant" clicking of the keys.  I'd eventually move to the couch - all the while satisfied that I knew things were getting done, and more importantly, getting done the right way.  My pajama's would stay on until my clone got back from the mall, and at that time I would take her most recent purchase, and get dressed in it.  She has such good taste, so I never have to worry that it would be the wrong size or cause my ass to look big.

Clone would stay home and knit something, maybe make something out of clay?  She'd cook dinner for bf and she would make sure the turtle was fed too.  And while she was doing this? I would be going out downtown for a night out with the girls, feeling fabulous for knowing that part of me has exercised, ate healthy and had an overall productive day.  On Monday morning, she would get up and go to work and be the best Me that she can be!  I, on the other hand, may go on a vacation to Florida.

I know that cloning is a long way away, for us common folk, but man - it sure sounds sweet.  I'm think I'm going to start saving now, because by the time it's available, I want to be the first one on the list.

This is what March 17th reminds me of

St. Patricks Day ALWAYS takes me back to this photo.

Every single year.

I wake up thinking about this picture of my Bff and I, taken way (wayyyy) back in the day.  We were obvioulsy at Boston Pizza, as evident by our XL Green Beer Scooners, and we bar hopped and did green shots until the sun came up.  We even inherited the name "shooter girls" by the end of the night.  This was a time when my eyebrows were still a work in progress, and my face had finally been rid of the typical teenage acne. What I miss most about this picture, besides my Bestie, is that shirt.  Awwwww.  My shirt.
I have no clue where it went, or what happened to it - but every year I hope it is somewhere safe, being enjoyed by someone else who tried to stay fashionable on this oh-so green day.

Thanks for the memories awesome shirt, where ever you are....

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!

Had some wine and wrote a blog about my Makeup Bag

Here she is, the thing of beauty.  Beauty obviously defined by "gift with purchase" from Estee Lauder.  It has a handle, it's durable, and it holds my most cherished items.  My face.  Every morning I go to that little black bag and find my face to face the world.  It travels well, and it's got hints of jewellery all over it in black. Sexual.
Anyways, while I was on my latest work trip to Edmonton, I actually paused and had a glance at the contents...

What the hell was going on in there?! Between travelling and regular life, my makeup bag looked like a mish mash of the last year of my life.  Aside from the obvious mascara, eye shadow, spare toothbrush and edible body powder (what?! *blush*) I found some true gems. Allow me to share:

Here is a note from BF from my 28th birthday.  I glance at it sometimes and it makes me smile
because it's in girls handwriting because he had them sent to my work.  I wonder what people thought at
work when they saw the card.

These were from my toothache, and I hung onto some for fun...I mean pain...

Yet again - ambition turned to failure...such is my life. Anyone need any gold?

When I see this in there, I think 'Not today, buddy, not today.."

Ontario Fishing License.  Of course.  Why WOULDN'T I have it in there?

Here is a Pence from London - i've never been to London, but my friends husband did.
That's the story of my pence.

A Fiji Keychain full of sand.
MADE IN CHINA.

The best find of all.  I'm not a religious person, but this is the angel they
gave out at my Opa's funeral.
It stays with my face.
xoxo

Can't wait to see what next year brings ...

:)

Thanks for reading!