Ahh, summer. Time for sun, friends, and annoying stinging insects. Yep, I've got myself a lovely bee sting. The last time I had one, I was 9 and playing baseball when I fell and my hand landed on one. A traumatic experience, I assure you. One that came rushing back to me this afternoon. I'm wearing a really pretty sundress, quite proud of the fact that it's not gathering and rolling in places due to my sometimes strict workout. I felt something on my back, underneath my dress, so I naturally go to scratch my back. Until I feel an excruciating sting. I swear I lost my eyesight for a fraction of a second. Yes, that's dramatic, but I'm allowed to be, I GOT STUNG BY A BEE!!! So I hike my dress up in the bathroom mirror, and sure enough, there's a couple of angry red welts on my back. I thought bees could only sting once before they die. Apparently I got the over-achieving one of the hive. Needless to say, when I saw him writhing around on the ground near where I had been standing, I quickly put him out of his misery. Now I'm waiting for someone to check for a stinger. How exciting. This day is getting better by the minute. Oh, did I mention I'm on vacation? It's only a 3-day-weekend thing away from the current events at home, but this is not what I imagined. Thankfully my kids are with me, whining and fighting all day. I don't want to get too spoiled.
FYI That NYC Expert Last lipstick in 'Smooch' looks amazing on top of NYX's lip liner in 'Nude Pink'. It's my new favourite thing in life. Topped with Julep's lip gloss in 'Charming'? Ugh. Don't even. LOVE. Pure love. I'm also trying out Maybelline's 'The Falsies' waterproof mascara. So far I'm liking it. It does plump up my lashes. I'm going river-tubing tomorrow, so we shall see how the waterproof claims hold up.
Friday, 18 July 2014
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
It's Where The Heart Is...
It took almost 30 years, but I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up: a real estate agent. No, it's not just some spur-of-the-moment decision. I've been thinking about this as a career for about 4 years now. I haven't pursued it because, quite frankly, I'm not a very confident person. I've thought that all of the other agents I've seen must have something I don't, some 'in' that I don't have, more talent, better personalities. But I've realized, I do have ambition, and passion. I know this isn't just something I can dip my toes into, test the waters, see how it goes. It costs a lot of money, and you're being relied on by people to find a home. But that's what I love the most about it. Helping people to find a place to raise their family, shelter their children, build and keep memories. It's not about buying a house, it's about selecting a home. I remember the excitement I felt when we were looking at homes to buy; you immediately latch onto the things you love, think about what you can fix, place pictures on the walls in your mind. Or you walk into a house that you cannot, under any circumstances, live in. Houses speak. I honestly believe this. They have voices, pasts, memories. It's about finding one that you can love enough to listen to, to place your own memories in. So I'm deciding to share my passion, to help others in any way I can to find their own 'dream' home. It's going to take some time, but I'm in for the long haul. And it's been a while since I've been this excited about something. I'm lucky enough to have a few friends in real estate, I may start study sessions. :)
I took my kids to the carnival in town. It seems inflation has hit everywhere. I spent $40 on 2 rides, a bag of cotton candy and 2 small stuffed animals. Who charges $10 for a 2-year-old to catch a plastic fish?!
Maybelline Colour Sensational lipstick in Born With It and Peachy Scene are my obsessions at the moment. And I'm in the market for a new facial cleanser and moisturizer, my Garnier ones are getting low.
I'm going back to gluten-free. I did it last year- felt great, lost weight. Then Christmas came, I went on the biscuit train and never got off. I've felt really bad for the last couple of months, getting stomach problems after eating bread, pasta, rice, etc. I started again last week with all of my favourite GF foods, and I feel really good. It's not a fad, I know. And I haven't been diagnosed by a doctor. But it feels good for me, so I'm running with it. I have this great book 'The Fast Metabolism Diet' by Haylie Pomroy that has a lot of great information about GF and general well-being. Good read.
The recycling man goes through our blue bin and picks out the beer cans. Apparently they're not being paid enough by the city.
I took my kids to the carnival in town. It seems inflation has hit everywhere. I spent $40 on 2 rides, a bag of cotton candy and 2 small stuffed animals. Who charges $10 for a 2-year-old to catch a plastic fish?!
Maybelline Colour Sensational lipstick in Born With It and Peachy Scene are my obsessions at the moment. And I'm in the market for a new facial cleanser and moisturizer, my Garnier ones are getting low.
I'm going back to gluten-free. I did it last year- felt great, lost weight. Then Christmas came, I went on the biscuit train and never got off. I've felt really bad for the last couple of months, getting stomach problems after eating bread, pasta, rice, etc. I started again last week with all of my favourite GF foods, and I feel really good. It's not a fad, I know. And I haven't been diagnosed by a doctor. But it feels good for me, so I'm running with it. I have this great book 'The Fast Metabolism Diet' by Haylie Pomroy that has a lot of great information about GF and general well-being. Good read.
The recycling man goes through our blue bin and picks out the beer cans. Apparently they're not being paid enough by the city.
Monday, 2 June 2014
Hot Fun in the Summertime
Oh, how I love this weather. Warm, breezy, cloudless days perfect for tanning, spending the day in the backyard, and having lunch on the patio while the dog frolics on the lawn and takes a huge dump as we're eating. Really, dog? Really? You had plenty of time while our backs were turned to the barbecue, but decided to wait until we raised our forks to drop a deuce right in front of us. Thanks.
On a positive note, I'm actually getting a tan. Could be the high UV index and low SPF of the sunscreen, but hey, it looks good. And I haven't found any sign of melanoma, so I must be doing something right. It usually takes my pale white skin until August to get any sort of colour, but it's only the beginning of June and I don't look so transparent. I've also been playing baseball every weekend with my co-workers on a company team, so that may have something to do with it. I spent this past Saturday in the sun at my mother-in-law's (which made my 5-10pm shift kind of suck) and then played a double-header in the park on Sunday. Sufficed to say, this may be as bronzed as I get. Which is fine, because it means for the first time in years, I might actually get away with moving up one shade in my foundation. Eee! This is exciting to me.
While we're on the subject of skin, I've recently realized how impressed I've been with mine. It's the smoothes and clearest it's ever been. I have a Garnier regime that I use every day and night, which I've only just realized was a strictly-Garnier regime. I bought all of the products separately and at different times, not really thinking about brand, just needing something (preferably on sale).
The Skin Renew Gel-Cleanser is really nice; it comes out onto a soft bristle head (there's probably around 45-50 soft rubber bristles) and cleans away a lot of the dirt and makeup on my face. It has Vitamin B5, Vitamin E and Green Leaf extract, which is supposed to make it more 'soothing'. And it is a nice gentle cleanser that makes my skin feel amazing. I don't find it quite exfoliating enough for my skin, so I prefer to use it on it's own in the morning, or in the evening after I use my St Ives apricot scrub. I use the Lift Anti-Wrinkle & Firming moisturizer in the morning, it doesn't leave my skin feeling greasy or dry, it's just the perfect amount of moisture. And with an SPF of 15, I know my skin's going to be protected from the sun. Then I go in with the Ultra-Lift Anti-Wrinkle Eye Roller, which is amazingly refreshing, especially during these hot months. Seriously, can we get a mega-roller ball for the rest of the body? I don't need it to have any sort of anti-aging properties, I just need it to feel like a giant ice cube minus the drippy mess. Is that weird? Probably.
My evening moisturizer, the Ultra-Lift Anti-Wrinkle Firming Night Cream, is just as moisturizing as the day cream, but a little heavier. It's not greasy or anything, I just feel like it's a little thicker, which I'm alright with since I'm not putting makeup over it and it's getting washed off in the morning.
I've also tried their Dark Spot Treatment Mask and it's aaaaamazing! Seriously, I've never felt anything like it. It so moisturizing and refreshing, and it makes my skin look and feel 10 times better than it did before. I have combination skin that gets drier in the winter and oilier in the summer.
Are we seeing a pattern here with all of these products? Yes, I'm starting to worry about wrinkles. I'll be 30 next year, and two young kids who drive me to my breaking point on an almost daily basis, so my skin is starting to show some of this stress. We'll see how this stuff works. Fingers crossed.
-N
On a positive note, I'm actually getting a tan. Could be the high UV index and low SPF of the sunscreen, but hey, it looks good. And I haven't found any sign of melanoma, so I must be doing something right. It usually takes my pale white skin until August to get any sort of colour, but it's only the beginning of June and I don't look so transparent. I've also been playing baseball every weekend with my co-workers on a company team, so that may have something to do with it. I spent this past Saturday in the sun at my mother-in-law's (which made my 5-10pm shift kind of suck) and then played a double-header in the park on Sunday. Sufficed to say, this may be as bronzed as I get. Which is fine, because it means for the first time in years, I might actually get away with moving up one shade in my foundation. Eee! This is exciting to me.
While we're on the subject of skin, I've recently realized how impressed I've been with mine. It's the smoothes and clearest it's ever been. I have a Garnier regime that I use every day and night, which I've only just realized was a strictly-Garnier regime. I bought all of the products separately and at different times, not really thinking about brand, just needing something (preferably on sale).
The Skin Renew Gel-Cleanser is really nice; it comes out onto a soft bristle head (there's probably around 45-50 soft rubber bristles) and cleans away a lot of the dirt and makeup on my face. It has Vitamin B5, Vitamin E and Green Leaf extract, which is supposed to make it more 'soothing'. And it is a nice gentle cleanser that makes my skin feel amazing. I don't find it quite exfoliating enough for my skin, so I prefer to use it on it's own in the morning, or in the evening after I use my St Ives apricot scrub. I use the Lift Anti-Wrinkle & Firming moisturizer in the morning, it doesn't leave my skin feeling greasy or dry, it's just the perfect amount of moisture. And with an SPF of 15, I know my skin's going to be protected from the sun. Then I go in with the Ultra-Lift Anti-Wrinkle Eye Roller, which is amazingly refreshing, especially during these hot months. Seriously, can we get a mega-roller ball for the rest of the body? I don't need it to have any sort of anti-aging properties, I just need it to feel like a giant ice cube minus the drippy mess. Is that weird? Probably.
My evening moisturizer, the Ultra-Lift Anti-Wrinkle Firming Night Cream, is just as moisturizing as the day cream, but a little heavier. It's not greasy or anything, I just feel like it's a little thicker, which I'm alright with since I'm not putting makeup over it and it's getting washed off in the morning.
I've also tried their Dark Spot Treatment Mask and it's aaaaamazing! Seriously, I've never felt anything like it. It so moisturizing and refreshing, and it makes my skin look and feel 10 times better than it did before. I have combination skin that gets drier in the winter and oilier in the summer.
Are we seeing a pattern here with all of these products? Yes, I'm starting to worry about wrinkles. I'll be 30 next year, and two young kids who drive me to my breaking point on an almost daily basis, so my skin is starting to show some of this stress. We'll see how this stuff works. Fingers crossed.
-N
Friday, 30 May 2014
The Things I Love About George Takei
His humour. His wit. His openness. His acceptance of diversity and individuality. And I don't even KNOW the man! He has this incredible ability to make me laugh and cry at the same time. I'm speaking, of course of his Facebook posts (unless you want to think that I'm cool enough to know and talk to him, in which case, yeah, we totally just had brunch). He has these great memes and amazing sarcastic quotes, but then he fires out a post which scream injustice and demands action. I'm speaking mostly of the boycott of Arizona's 'Turn Away The Gay' bill, which would allow business owners to turn away any LGBT customers. Some might call it 'religious freedom' but it is, in my opinion, straight up discrimination. If two men walk hand-in-hand into a store, you don't turn them away because they're gay, you let them shop like you would any straight couple, because they're human. Arizona's Governor Jan Brewer vetoed the bill (yay Jan!). However, Mississippi has recently passed the law, which I understand will take effect July 1st. Shame on Gov. Phil Bryant.
But just this evening I read a post that Mr. Takei shared; "Parents Of Transgender Son Share Their Emotional Story With Inspirational Mini-Doc". It was one I had seen floating around my Facebook feed that for whatever reason, I didn't click on. Not because I wasn't interested in the subject matter, more because most FB share links send me to weird Norwegian diet sites. But I'm so happy I decided to take the plunge and read the article, because it restored my faith in some of the people we have in this world, and gave me hope that maybe we're not a completely screwed up society.
The article tells the story of beautiful 6-year-old Ryland Whittington, a transgender who was born a girl but who now lives as a boy. I was most intrigued by the fact that the son they speak of was so young when he realized 'she' felt like a 'he', just 2-years-old. I really had no idea that at that young an age, transgender is even a concept. I have a young daughter who, at the age of three, wanted to dress up as Buzz Lightyear for Halloween and totally rocked that space suit. She played with trucks in the dirt, wore a blue pair of shoes, and never took an interest in the pink side of the toy section. She was the quintessential 'tomboy'. And my husband and I never tried to sway her to 'the other side' or push Barbies and makeup on her. If it was a phase, she's grow out of it, and if not, we'd go on loving her just the same. But she did eventually develop an interest in dolls and Disney princesses. This boy Ryland never did. He (she, at this point still) identified himself as his little sister's 'brother'. He dressed up as Spiderman and Woody and hated wearing dresses. His parents finally figured out that he wasn't going through a phase and maybe they should pursue his preferences, after researching the staggering suicide rate of trans people. So they cut his hair into a handsome 'male' fashion, let him dress more masculine, changed the decor in his room to be boy friendly, and noticed how happy he was. Like he was complete, free to be himself.
I ended the video in tears. I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be so young, so vulnerable, so confused about who you are or who you 'should' be. He was trapped in a body that he didn't understand, that didn't match who he was in his mind. That terrified me. I couldn't help but think about my own children. What if one of my daughter's woke up each day, wanting her entire wardrobe to consist of blue jeans and Transformers shirts, who wanted a blue room and a train set and wanted me to call her by a different name (the boy in the story didn't bring up that point, but his name can be used as a boy's or girl's. My kids have distinctly female names). What would I do?
I would love her. I would accept her. I would call her him/he if she wanted. I would hug her as much and as tightly as I do now. I would cry just as hard when she falls and scrapes her knee as I do now. I would get just as anxious and excited for her (far in the future) wedding day as I do now, regardless if she wore a dress or a tux. 1 Corinthians 13:7-8a "Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen."
You can't mask discrimination with religion. You accept diversity with open arms, and an open heart. You stamp out hatred with the fervour of stopping a spark from catching on dry grass, and spread love like wildfire.
Let's hope that what these parents have done for their son will not only shape his life, but will reshape the views of those who are trying to take away his freedom, and the freedom of every other affected minority.
-N
But just this evening I read a post that Mr. Takei shared; "Parents Of Transgender Son Share Their Emotional Story With Inspirational Mini-Doc". It was one I had seen floating around my Facebook feed that for whatever reason, I didn't click on. Not because I wasn't interested in the subject matter, more because most FB share links send me to weird Norwegian diet sites. But I'm so happy I decided to take the plunge and read the article, because it restored my faith in some of the people we have in this world, and gave me hope that maybe we're not a completely screwed up society.
The article tells the story of beautiful 6-year-old Ryland Whittington, a transgender who was born a girl but who now lives as a boy. I was most intrigued by the fact that the son they speak of was so young when he realized 'she' felt like a 'he', just 2-years-old. I really had no idea that at that young an age, transgender is even a concept. I have a young daughter who, at the age of three, wanted to dress up as Buzz Lightyear for Halloween and totally rocked that space suit. She played with trucks in the dirt, wore a blue pair of shoes, and never took an interest in the pink side of the toy section. She was the quintessential 'tomboy'. And my husband and I never tried to sway her to 'the other side' or push Barbies and makeup on her. If it was a phase, she's grow out of it, and if not, we'd go on loving her just the same. But she did eventually develop an interest in dolls and Disney princesses. This boy Ryland never did. He (she, at this point still) identified himself as his little sister's 'brother'. He dressed up as Spiderman and Woody and hated wearing dresses. His parents finally figured out that he wasn't going through a phase and maybe they should pursue his preferences, after researching the staggering suicide rate of trans people. So they cut his hair into a handsome 'male' fashion, let him dress more masculine, changed the decor in his room to be boy friendly, and noticed how happy he was. Like he was complete, free to be himself.
I ended the video in tears. I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be so young, so vulnerable, so confused about who you are or who you 'should' be. He was trapped in a body that he didn't understand, that didn't match who he was in his mind. That terrified me. I couldn't help but think about my own children. What if one of my daughter's woke up each day, wanting her entire wardrobe to consist of blue jeans and Transformers shirts, who wanted a blue room and a train set and wanted me to call her by a different name (the boy in the story didn't bring up that point, but his name can be used as a boy's or girl's. My kids have distinctly female names). What would I do?
I would love her. I would accept her. I would call her him/he if she wanted. I would hug her as much and as tightly as I do now. I would cry just as hard when she falls and scrapes her knee as I do now. I would get just as anxious and excited for her (far in the future) wedding day as I do now, regardless if she wore a dress or a tux. 1 Corinthians 13:7-8a "Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen."
You can't mask discrimination with religion. You accept diversity with open arms, and an open heart. You stamp out hatred with the fervour of stopping a spark from catching on dry grass, and spread love like wildfire.
Let's hope that what these parents have done for their son will not only shape his life, but will reshape the views of those who are trying to take away his freedom, and the freedom of every other affected minority.
-N
Thursday, 29 May 2014
Eye Spy
Lately I've been re-evaluating my past; more specifically my pension for tweezing my eyebrows. When I was in high school, girls shaved their eyebrows. No joke. I never understood why. Although high school is all about learning, and by grade 12 all of the reformed shavers had gorgeous, enviable and now-popular luscious brows. I, on the other hand, tweezed. It never looked that bad, and back then thin brows were everywhere. Well, I'm paying the price for taking advice from Tiger Beat. Either my brows are too small, or my face is too big. But it's easier to change my eyebrows. Being blonde, I'm terrified of eyebrow pencils. It's easy to go from prom queen to drag queen. A couple of strokes, to be exact. I'm contemplating going to Sephora and just plopping myself in a chair and telling the sales girl "fix these PLEASE" before quickly resorting to sobbing. As long as it costs less than $50. Ghetto brows, that's what I'll end up with. :/
The little kick in the grass that my dog does after she poops is quickly becoming the highlight of my day. She's such a donkey.
The lilac bush in our driveway is finally blooming. It's such a gorgeous smell, especially in the morning when I'm walking my daughter to school. There's really nothing better than nature waking you up. It's so invigorating. I still need my coffee in order to feel human, but the flowers really get me the rest of the way. I'm going to have pick some for my makeup table. Fresh flowers always seem to boost my creativity.
The little kick in the grass that my dog does after she poops is quickly becoming the highlight of my day. She's such a donkey.
The lilac bush in our driveway is finally blooming. It's such a gorgeous smell, especially in the morning when I'm walking my daughter to school. There's really nothing better than nature waking you up. It's so invigorating. I still need my coffee in order to feel human, but the flowers really get me the rest of the way. I'm going to have pick some for my makeup table. Fresh flowers always seem to boost my creativity.
I'm trying my best to eat healthier. I bought a couple packages of sugar peas. They're really tasty. Not as good as ice cream or Snickers bars, but we'll see where we end up.
-N
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Crunch Time
Why are all the good snacks at their loudest and tastiest at 11 pm? Every time I throw a handful of chips into my face I'm worried I'll wake up my husband and he'll be sitting up in bed, shaking his head. But seriously, these barbecue Crispers are my LIFE.
I'm planning a trip up north in a couple of weeks. It's my friends' birthday party ('Dirty Thirty' if you will. I won't). I never really get to see my closest friends anymore. I moved to this little town 2 years ago, and it's 2 hours away from everyone. Well, everyone I know, you know? We moved here because housing was cheap and my husband's family is here. Which is alright, most of them are okay, I guess. But it's hard, seeing pictures and hearing stories from a crowd that you used to be in, experiences that you used to be a part of, and now you're just on the outside looking in. Don't get me wrong, I have a few friends here and they're great, but I'm not totally comfortable around anyone but those few 'special' ones up north.... Really I just need a car. That would basically solve it. First world problems, right?
I need to get me into some pyjama pants. Which reminds me, I need new pyjama pants. They're one of those things I never think about in the store, but as soon as it's couch time, I remember, Oh yeah, these are one of three pair of worn out pants with a hole in the crotch, I should get some new ones. And I have NO idea how those holes got there, I swear. I should probably sew them up, because every time I come strutting out of the bedroom my husband gives me sidelong glances and wiggles his eyebrows 'cause he likes my "easy access doors". Gross. Men are gross. He farts SO MUCH.... Gross.
My new 'escape' hobby is makingwishlists spreadsheets of makeup I want. Excel makes everything look more organized. Usually I wait until it's just me, late at night as per usual (you'll see this will become a running thing with me. Night-owl I am.) and I'll just watch all my favourite beauty guru's on YouTube talk about their favourite products. Every time they do swatches I'm like "Ooh, that's pretty! I'mma write that one down!" I now have 10 pages of product. Mostly drugstore. My Sephora list is a book unto itself. But lately that's just been my thing. I've always loved makeup, but I got out of it for a while because makeup from when I was in high school SUUUUUCKED. Cover Girl made the worst foundation, but I always bought it, because it was cheapest and geared towards young girls with no clue. Now, oh my god, the possibilities are endless! My first venture will be to stock up on Wet N Wild eye shadows and lipsticks, and forage for as many e.l.f products as I can. I want them ALL! I may try the latter one this weekend. There's a place in the city that apparently sells them. Right now I've only seen a few items in my dollar store and at Winners. PS Dollarama is kind of kicking ass lately with the beauty products. They had Essie's for THREE dollars! And some pretty nice CoverGirl mascara. CoverGirl does mascara way better than they do face. Maybe I'll post a pic if I get anything ooh wouldn't that be fun?! (Yes, it would---I have to answer myself just to boost my ego.)
-N
I'm planning a trip up north in a couple of weeks. It's my friends' birthday party ('Dirty Thirty' if you will. I won't). I never really get to see my closest friends anymore. I moved to this little town 2 years ago, and it's 2 hours away from everyone. Well, everyone I know, you know? We moved here because housing was cheap and my husband's family is here. Which is alright, most of them are okay, I guess. But it's hard, seeing pictures and hearing stories from a crowd that you used to be in, experiences that you used to be a part of, and now you're just on the outside looking in. Don't get me wrong, I have a few friends here and they're great, but I'm not totally comfortable around anyone but those few 'special' ones up north.... Really I just need a car. That would basically solve it. First world problems, right?
I need to get me into some pyjama pants. Which reminds me, I need new pyjama pants. They're one of those things I never think about in the store, but as soon as it's couch time, I remember, Oh yeah, these are one of three pair of worn out pants with a hole in the crotch, I should get some new ones. And I have NO idea how those holes got there, I swear. I should probably sew them up, because every time I come strutting out of the bedroom my husband gives me sidelong glances and wiggles his eyebrows 'cause he likes my "easy access doors". Gross. Men are gross. He farts SO MUCH.... Gross.
My new 'escape' hobby is making
-N
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
Late Night TLC
Nope. Not that kind of TLC. I've been watching "19 Kids and Counting" and "The Little Couple" for 3 hours. Hubby and babes are asleep on the couch, now it's mommy's TV and nail time. This is literally the only time I get to myself, to paint my nails, watch what I want, and eat the 3 Musketeers bar that has been calling my name from the back of the cupboard where I hid it after I came home from the store. I had to open it under a dishtowel so the noisy wrapper didn't wake anyone up. The struggle is real.
So, back to TV. I don't really watch much of it. I try to get into shows and fall off the bandwagon 4 episodes in. Even "The Walking Dead". Love the show, still midway through the 3rd season. I'll get to it. But for some reason, those 2 TLC shows get me. I remember when 19KAC came out, and I, along with a huge number of people, I'm sure, thought What the bleep is this, 20 kids?? But it's a really cool show. Those kids are pretty rad. Way to go Jim Bob and Michelle. I just can't figure out the skirt thing. The older girls always wear skirts, no jeans. Is that a faith thing? I'm sure Wikipedia has the answers somewhere. And "The Little Couple" are 2 of the funniest people on TV. And genuinely funny, not like they're making jokes like their paychecks depend on it. It good. Good TV. Not always the case, especially for TLC (hello, 'My Strange Addiction' and 'Extreme Cougar Wives'?)
Something else that takes up a large part of my time (other than hastily throwing together a couple of Cheez Whiz sandwiches for the kids and tossing the dog a ball or shoe or baseball glove) is planning a trip to the States. That's what we call the U.S here in Southern Ontario. Or 'Mericuh'. But less often. I'm close to the border, 25 minutes or so, and I watch these makeup hauls on YouTube and Oh My Lanta!, the deals y'all get at your CVS, Rite Aid and Walgreens! Without this HST BS. I'm jealous. Super jealous. So I gotta jet over there. As soon as the loonie gets a little better. And when I get a passport. (Whoever came up with THAT idea needs to be hanged. Back in my day, we could cross the border willy nilly without having to worry about this passport business.)
Rant/ramble over. Bed beckoning. Same time tomorrow?
-N
So, back to TV. I don't really watch much of it. I try to get into shows and fall off the bandwagon 4 episodes in. Even "The Walking Dead". Love the show, still midway through the 3rd season. I'll get to it. But for some reason, those 2 TLC shows get me. I remember when 19KAC came out, and I, along with a huge number of people, I'm sure, thought What the bleep is this, 20 kids?? But it's a really cool show. Those kids are pretty rad. Way to go Jim Bob and Michelle. I just can't figure out the skirt thing. The older girls always wear skirts, no jeans. Is that a faith thing? I'm sure Wikipedia has the answers somewhere. And "The Little Couple" are 2 of the funniest people on TV. And genuinely funny, not like they're making jokes like their paychecks depend on it. It good. Good TV. Not always the case, especially for TLC (hello, 'My Strange Addiction' and 'Extreme Cougar Wives'?)
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Something else that takes up a large part of my time (other than hastily throwing together a couple of Cheez Whiz sandwiches for the kids and tossing the dog a ball or shoe or baseball glove) is planning a trip to the States. That's what we call the U.S here in Southern Ontario. Or 'Mericuh'. But less often. I'm close to the border, 25 minutes or so, and I watch these makeup hauls on YouTube and Oh My Lanta!, the deals y'all get at your CVS, Rite Aid and Walgreens! Without this HST BS. I'm jealous. Super jealous. So I gotta jet over there. As soon as the loonie gets a little better. And when I get a passport. (Whoever came up with THAT idea needs to be hanged. Back in my day, we could cross the border willy nilly without having to worry about this passport business.)
Rant/ramble over. Bed beckoning. Same time tomorrow?
-N
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