It wasn’t that long ago that someone made fun of my breasts. They’d stolen a photo of me, and posted it online with the caption of not settling for low-hanging fruit. Let’s be clear. I’m more wigged out by someone stealing one of my photos and re-posting it than I am about whether or not…
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hot tubs are gross.
That’s okay, you don’t have to agree. I don’t use them very often. And if I do, I’m typically by myself. I also am secretly fascinated by Disney, but can’t justify the cost. No matter how many times I’ve gone through the motions of trying to organize a trip to go. From driving, to meal…
When Harry almost met Sally
It actually perplexes me when the question is asked: can men and women be friends? I dunno. Can you keep yourself in check enough to not slather yourself on someone? Do you have enough self restraint? (I’m laughing saying this; you can, too.) A few years back, I met the wrong guy. I did. There’s no two ways…
When the stars go blue
Not every blog is going to churn out as a manifesto. But sometimes, even when I’m running late, and my head is pounding, there’s something that’s begging to be written. And said. And told. We were at Walmart of all places the other day. I think it might have actually been our first time at…
The Importance of the Bathroom Box
When I moved to Kingston, I was 35, and I’d never lived anywhere else. Yeah, I’d had a previous address in a different part of the province when I was a kid. But I’d moved up to Kitchener when I was 12, and my formative years were spent in the tricities, calling them home, planting roots,…
Settling the Score, Part II (Rebel Soul)
Jan is not a unicorn. It’s that we’ve become so accustomed to the mundane, that anything which seers the mediocrity must be magic. I’ve been richly blessed by the love of my best friend. Wholly, fully, completely, without judgement or reservation. He cooks, and cleans, and works hard. He owns a home, and a truck,…
Settling the Score, Part I (Wild Child)
“Settle down”, they say. I’ve heard this my whole life. My whole wild child, big mouthed, drama-filled life. When I was a little girl, I was loud. I sucked up all the air in the room with my big ideas, my “plays” and “productions”. And when I was pissed off, I was louder. If it…
Why weight?
I keep asking myself this over and over. It’s like that Peter Griffin meme – who the hell cares? The fact is – we all care. We care about weight, our appearance, and how we’re seen when we step out the door. At least in some capacity. Confidence should outshine the scale. And I get…
When it’s no longer January 1st …
We missed it. We blinked. And we missed it. January 1st has already slipped through the cracks. Sort of what happened at our house on New Year’s Eve. We were two minutes to the countdown, sharing a glass of bubbly (apple juice for Kids B & C), and thought – oh hey, we should put on …
Handle with Care 2019
I have spent the majority of the afternoon updating card after card, site after site with my new address. Who said moving was easy? Or at the very least, entertaining? If we talk about how life is full of balance – good with the bad, then 2019 was yet another year that reinforced how the…
CARE HUMPHRIES 