August 2012
Moments.
{I’m sorry I’m not sorry this post is so long. But seriously. Don’t know how this happened}
My most embarrassing moment
Well this is an easy one for me. And yes, obviously it has to do with my weight. It all started in Mr. Bailey’s grade 6 gym class (so cliché, I know). In true tubby form I faked some exquisite injury to get excused from the exhausting game of capture the flag. (Although it...
July 2012
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125 & MSN.ca
I’ve thought about this post everyday for the past six months. Every, single, day. What words I would use, what sentences I would string together to get my feelings across. First I’d have to pause for a moment, take a deep breath, and calm myself as to not explode my thoughts onto the screen with a series of Oh My Gods, capital letters and exclamation points.
But.
But, you guys,...
It’s Friday! It’s Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. Damn you Rebecca Black for making me always think of you on Fridays.
So I am feeling PEPPY (yes, the word ‘peppy’ and yes, in capitals) on this rainy, winter Friday morning. Why? Oh I don’t know, perhaps because I stared at myself in the mirror this morning and was all like, “you’re sooo good looking.” “No, You’re good looking.”...
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So, You Wanna Have Nice Hair?
I know, I know, the title completely makes it seem like I’ve got professional-smooth-criminal type moves to give advice to others about hair, when in reality my professional hair resume is worse than a beauty school dropout’s.
But wait, hear me out.
Growing up tubby I’ve always put a lot of thought and effort in prettifying my hair. During my heaviest weight my hair was pretty...
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Oh what’s that Little Blog? I’ve been neglecting you? False. I have not… okay, okay, I may have been just a wee, little bit, but things have got real, and I knew if I logged into (oh who am I kidding? I never log out) my little blog world the only words that would escape my fingers would be, “you guys, I am freaking out about my interview” and too many “oh my...
I had an interview this week. An interview where I’d be working for my dream (d.r.e.a.m.) company. And in a position I truly believe I could excel and make a difference in. It’s a company that from start to finish (and everything in between) I believe in, support and without a doubt would love to contribute to.
Part of me fears this post will jinx me, but it’s all I’ve...
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Lazy-Lizzie.
I am excited to do nothing tonight. Noth-ing. It’s going to be fabulous and lazy and full of all things awesome. This morning in bed I made the executive decision not to run today, but to simply head home after work and have a guilt-free, twenty-something, I-still-have-no-real-obligations night. I’m going to make a delicious dinner. And probably drink a glass of wine. Download some trashy TV. And...
Great galloping gummies (Gummie Bears, Anyone? Anyone?) I am not preggers. Promise. How I missed that obviously placing a heart on my food-baby would come off as being preggers, I do not know. But nope. I’m not. PHEW. But while we’re on this topic, let’s talk about kiddies shall we? I want kids. Three. Or four. Or lots, and lots and lots. Why? Because I think siblings are the best things ever (hi...
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Firstly, I had no idea how addicted I was to Instagram until it went down last week. Twitter now seems sooo lame, and I believe Instagram is where it’s at. In other social media talk, I still don’t have Facebook. I KNOW. It’s been like 2 months of “I’m sorry, the URL is invalid.” RUDE. Because the URL is totally valid. Jeesh computer. Jeesh.
So this week has been one of my favourite weeks...
Sometimes. Sometimes when I’m sitting at my desk, hands cupped around my warm coffee, I daydream about all the beautiful places I’ll go, and all the beautiful people I’ll meet. And then? Then I get overwhelmed with a sense of excitement about life.
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