As some of you may already know, we didn’t get the Barbie Car under the tree this year. It wasn’t even in a stocking. After looking at five stores and not being able to find the simple, inexpensive $14.88 pink, plastic convertible I threw my hands up in the air, took a deep breath and… Continue reading Christmassed Out
Santa Claus is coming to town was always the last song we sang at my elementary school Christmas concerts. Girls dressed in their best dresses and little boys in shirts and ties, we excitedly sang our hearts out waiting to see my cousin Merrill come around the corner dressed as Old Saint Nick. Ringing his… Continue reading Santa Claus is coming…
We all have them: the days where it feels like our world is spinning so fast that we just can’t quite keep up. In the midst of my move, I’ve had a lot of them and instead of taking the time I really needed to relax, breathe and deal with the emotions and overwhelmingness of the… Continue reading M.E.L.T.D.O.W.N.
There are a handful of things in this world that make me absolutely, bat shit crazy and poor customer service is real high on that list. Standing angrily in a U-Haul Shop in Moncton, NB, I could feel my blood pressure rising and it was eating up all my energy to not roll my eyes at… Continue reading That Time I Realized I’m A Bitch (And I Was OK With It)
When I first entered PR school, I fantasized about my new career and how perfectly it was going to fit into my life and my dreams. I’d finally have the 9 – 5 lifestyle that just isn’t an option in food and beverage service, and I wouldn’t spend 10 – 14 hours standing every day.… Continue reading The Elusive Work-Life Balance (And Why It’s Total BS)
I can count on one hand the number of times Mr Hockey Coach and I have gotten snappy at one another, and lemme tell ya… 10 pm on Saturday after 12 hours of packing, traveling and unloading a U-Haul truck is one way to expedite the cranky-getting-process. As I tore open boxes in the kitchen… Continue reading BEWARE: The Monctonian Move Monster
The worst-kept secret in the history of candy is that F and I dressed up to go trick-or-treating last night. I’d like it out on the books now that I make very realistic elephant sounds, and if you play your cards right I may just show you one day. You bring the wine. F has… Continue reading Trick-or-Treat!