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One Thing to Remember

There's no right or wrong;
good or bad;
saints or sinners;
innocent or guilty.

Just remember...

If you've had a rough time,
OR having the time of your life!

If you just got fired,
OR recently got promoted!

If you feel you could have done better,
OR accomplished your last goal!

If your significant other cheated,
OR you found the love of your life!

If you ran away from your fears,
OR forever lived fearlessly!

If you're watching someone you love suffer,
OR celebrating another's acquired health!

If you're feeling helpless,
OR see opportunities everywhere!

Everything... EVERYTHING happens for a reason.

Hakuna Matata!

Baby Scallops

Yesterday's attempted head banging to Chris Cornell's Dandelion left me with a sore-ass neck (yes Jimmy, that's gonna need some ice)... and a craving for sea scallops!

So off to ol' Highland Farms I ventured. Wild bay baby sea scallops....ohhh yea.

1. Skillet
2. Olive oil and/or butter
3. Onion, garlic, herbs
4. Scallops
5. Cook for 2-6 mins.

Done. Yum.

(Shit, I think my prof just caught me drooling.)

"Well, actually, the disposition of the protagonist as... ... ...Ahhhh. My neck. I think I'm gonna need some ice. I'll be back. Owww."

;)

Critique of the Week: San Sebastian

9 AM Sunday morning, scavenging through which carton of free-run eggs to throw into my basket when my attention veered to a large black rectangular stamp collected from the night's prior adventure.

Saturday May 22: Horseshoe Tavern.

And let me just say, what an awesome time... from the checkered dance floor to the grungy green room. I got to watch the first two bands perform: Paint and San Sebastian, both incredibly talented, fresh and energetic.

If you didn't happen to see San Sebastian get DIScovered on disBAND check 'em out yo! Not only are their mod-like, retro-pop, rock & roll tunes fun to party to, the guys themselves are super appreciative and chillin'... and OBVIOUSLY good looking.

So much so that I had to take out the ol' trusty Flip to get a piece of that action/ass recorded. Check it out!!...


http://www.myspace.com/wearesansebastian

"If the lesson you most need to learn at a certain stage in your life is acceptance, you might notice that a constant stream of people who drive you crazy are entering your life. Or, if your lesson is to be less controlling, you might notice many controlling people surfacing in your day.

Reminds me of what Buddha said so many years ago: 'Imagine that every person in the world is enlightened but you. They are all your teachers, each doing just the right things to help you learn patience, perfect wisdom, perfect compassion'...

If you don't have the awareness to know that this is what's happening and deny personal responsibility for your role in the scenarios you're drawing into your life, then these types of people--or should I say teachers--will keep appearing in your life.

They'll continue to recycle, and in progressively more painful ways, until you see your role and your opportunity for advancement in each interaction."

The Saint, The Surfer, And the CEO, Robin Sharma

Respect /ri-spekt/
Synonyms: esteem

(1) Esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability.

(2) To hold in esteem or honor.

(3) To show regard or consideration for: to respect someone's rights.

(4) To refrain from intruding upon or interfering with: to respect a person's privacy.

(5) To relate or have reference to.

Sugar: The Bitter Truth

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You Better Shape Up, 'Cause I Need a Man... HOLD UP

Today I present to you a hybrid creature born from this featured video of which is awarded the most mis-matched, and yet successful, duo to ever hit the Tube of You:

Danny Zuko and Sandy alongside Snoop and Dre? Honestly... too AWESOME to miss!

The one that I want! Da-ra-ra-ra-ra! Snoop Dogggg!

Obsession of the Week: Ne-yo Yo

Though soon to be two years old, Ne-yo proves an example of how quality music lasts. Check out 'em out yo!
Sexy Love, Year of the Gentleman (2008)

The Boys are Back in Town

After a long walk through High Park foraging for pine needles (yup, they come in handy for tea, as well as for attacking unexpected intruders), I came home to a smack in the face! A smack that resurrected distant memories of JT's posters taped to the inside of closet and wardrobe doors.

I guess I should have seen it coming with New Kids On the Block's escape from hibernation and the rise of young and lucky hopefuls like Justin B. Yup... tis true. It's the return of the BOY BANDS!

Full out. I'm talkin' groups of boys (at least three), tank tops, love ballads and synchronized-flow-into-every-movement dance routines including the "reaching for the camera" move, and the "hugging yourself while singing with eyes closed" move.

Now let's bring back Fromage for 2010!

B-tchin' Kitchen

Tony Danza meets the Fonz in Jessica Simpson's body... and she cooks. I'm talking about Nadia G. and her new cooking show Bitchin' Kitchen on FoodTV. This show has to be the fucking FUNNIEST cooking show EVER. She has a freaking episode of recipes strictly for hangovers!

Understanding Italian's an added bonus as Nadia invites her viewers to schpoff and learn to deep fry ravioli with sides of rompe palle.

www.bitchinlifestyle.tv

Choosen Drug of the 19th Century

I don't know if it was hearing the drunken men blow their vocal chords at the Jay's game, or having summer round the corner, but I'm sure every person reading this has at least one good memory with sunflower seeds. Of course we're talking about those you shell yourself... that's the whole point.

Family reunions at Wasaga Beach while playing cards, summer nights spent chatting in busy parking lots while our cars' batteries drained to keep the music goin', midnight chats on the porch, etc. etc.

You eat so many the salt cracks/thins out your lips, while a huge mountain of soggy shells pile up on your Kleenex. And you can't stop!

Sunflower seeds. The newest-old crack. See you at Becker's!

Halak, Game 6, Montreal

Are you serious? I nearly had a heart attack last night watching Halak deny Ovechkin and his brothas. Game 7 in Washington. How can you not go for Montreal with a goalie like that. Please. Halak's got a new blonde amiga. ;)

Songs of the Day!

Thought I'd share some favs...
Ohh. And the snapshot above is of an elderly man dancing in the streets. He is NOT kicking an invisible pigeon (thank you for your interest in his sanity dear reader).

...for fans of the original 106 & Park (enter Free and AJ):
Put it On Me, Ja Rule ft. Vita and Lil Mo
Rock Wit You, Ashanti (Murdaaaaa!)

...the lyrical acoustic heads:
Zero Percent Interest, Jason Mraz
anything Maroon 5

...the Big Shiny Tunes lovers (BST 2!):
Semi-Charmed Life, Third Eye Blind
Breathe, Prodigy
Drinkin' in LA, Bran Van 3000

...lest we forget the yearly Dance Mix compilations? Dire-ra-ra-ra?
Saturday Night, Whigfield

...for the less egotistical:
Mmmmmbop, sexy Hanson brothas ;)

...the live music hounds:
Dandelion, Audioslave
Load Me Up, Matthew Good Band

...the alternative chained-jean enthusiasts:
Butterfly, Crazytown
Faint, Linkin Park

...for poetic inspiration:
Thank You, Led Zeppelin (PS: Chris Cornell's version is worth a hell of a double-take)
When Your Mind's Made Up, Glen and Marketa (Check out Once)

...for those feigning the psychedelic:
My Girls, Animal Collective

...for those seeking Qiqong musical accompanyment:
Return to Innocence, Enya
anything Snatam Kaur

...for those of whom's Red Bull stash is dry:
Bombs Over Bahgdad, Outkast

...for the lyric-house junkies:
Worth the Wait (Dave Spoon Remix), Vorsprung
White Lies (Radio Edit), Paul Van Dyk ft. Jessica Sutta
Standing in the Way of Control (Headman Remix), Gossip

...the exam-induced insomniacs:
Die Another Day, Madonna

...for the young'ins:
One Bad Apple, The Osmonds
Sweet City Woman, The Stampeders
Light My Fire, Jose (pronounced Hose) Feliciano (trust me...by the 3rd go-round you'll be addicted)

Exhilaration...

Most feared, most needed.

Ever been home alone and felt the need to turn on the TV, or radio, iPod etc.? Cause it was too quiet? Kinda weird?

Or the need to make a comment on that oh so awkward date-silence? Gotta realllllly love those dude. Honestly those gotta be my fav (Shall me make out? Look in opposite directions? Talk about each other's middle names? Alrightyyyy then.).

Feeling empty is the most under-rated feeling out there. More of a rush for me personally.

Not knowing where your money's coming from, or what you're going to do today or 3 years from now and not giving two shits.

The feeling of being scared shitless and fearless at the same time: sky-diving... 24/7.

Yeee ha baby!!!!!!!

'Sooooo... my middle name has three letters and starts with the letter A... you guess.' Haha. Ohhhh yea. Does it get better then that? I don't think so.

Dreams...

You gotta love those dreams where out of NO WHERE you meet a really old friend who you haven’t thought of or seen in years, those people you wouldn’t bother calling or mere messaging because of how long its been.

And on the flip side, you don’t feel a need to, like the dream just filled the void left by time, and that on some level you know they felt it.

Short. Sweet. And with no need to dust off Miss Cleo’s epic encyclopedia of dream-ology, or dig StubHub for an audience ticket to the Montel Williams show, to watch Sylvia Browne pick her teeth with her flourescently-stenciled nails.

Mmmmm, Mmmmm Good!

Critique of the Week: Underground Wellness

Yooooo, what's up y'allll. This one is for Sean Croxton, Underground Wellness personal trainer, health coach and entrepreneur who airs episodes on YouTube that educate, motivate and reveal the truth about commonly held myths in the health and nutrition industry.

If you get a chance, check out his channel and episodes on Blog Talk Radio where he interviews amazing healers and health advocates like Paul Chek (genius!), Sally Fallon, author of Nourishing Traditions and Lierre Pierce, author of The Vegetarian Myth, just a handful of people I owe a crap load of credit to for changing my life. And I guarantee they will change yours... if not save it! Hunny I ain't kiddin'! Just click the interview you choose, while its playing, hit the iTunes icon and sync the podcast to your iPod for free.

And on that note... you MUST tune in to Josh Rubin and wife Jeanne as they educate you with educational and awesome vids on YouTube and the same on Blog Talk Radio. At East West Healing and Performance they've helped many get back to their optimal health and well being potential (along with myself who am currently in the process) with a blunt and no bull shit approach that will leave you in awe of their extensive knowledge, comprehension and consideration.

Sean Croxton of Underground Wellness
http://www.youtube.com/user/UndergroundWellness
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/undergroundwellness
http://www.undergroundwellness.com

Josh and Jeanne Rubin of East West Healing and Performance
http://www.youtube.com/user/joshrubineastwest
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/eastwesthealing
http://www.eastwesthealing.com/

Critique of the Week: B&T Food Centre

A whiff could leave one (with no sense of smell) in the ER for whiplash, and yet this market gets an A+ for selling teas for cheap, and Titanic-long cucumbers for fifty cents each! I'm a rhymer. ;)

Everything else is fair game and I hold no responsibility for those stabbed by frozen durian.

B & T Food Centre
3255 Rutherford,
Thornhill, ON L4K 5Y5

The Key to Success...

The biggest factor in whether you crash and burn or smoke the competition is simple: your WHY.

Men... if you're going to the gym everyday because you FEAR that missing two straight days will leave you looking more like Jay Baruchel from She's Out of My League instead of Gerard Butler, your military press won't accomplish shit.

NOW...

If you drive your sweet ass to the gym everyday because you know that Zeus-like body of yours is DESERVING of the best possible treatment, you'll be cranking out reps on the Swiss ball with no need to ask 'Muscle Guy' whether resistance bands will work larger muscle groups. Ye dig? Let's continue...

Ladies... if you're opting for that distinctly flavoured V8® over that delicious cup of loveliness (also known as the Tall Caramel Frappucino from Starbucks), because you HATE the vision of you wearing fat pants in July, you'll be waiting 'til everyone's asleep for the chance to attack that tub of Häagen-Dazs® while watching Bridget Jones.

NOW...

If you swing by the convenience store on your fifteen minute break to pick up that sexy veg-medley because you APPRECIATE and LOVE your body and want to thank it the best way possible, you'll be wearing that hot-ass Victoria's Secret halter top bikini by May... Canadian time honey. That's impressive.

IN CONCLUSION...

Action out of fear leads to failure... so don't declare war. Instead, flip the switch to a labour of love and you'll be seeing benefits faster; hold the guilt and shame.

(PS: If you do happen to lose your way and end up at the sugar and spice station with a Grande in one hand and a whip cream cuddled straw in the other, don't fret... some skinny people survive off McDonalds. A little treat won't doom you to indefinite belly-bulge-syndrome.)

Focus /f'oʊkəs/
Synonyms: to concentrate

(1) If you focus on a particular topic or if your attention is focused on it, you concentrate on it and think about it, discuss it, or deal with it, rather than dealing with other topics.

(2) The focus of something is the main topic or main thing that it is concerned with.

(3) If you say that something has a focus, you mean that you can see a purpose in it.

(4) If you focus your eyes or if your eyes focus, your eyes adjust so that you can clearly see the thing that you want to look at.

(5) You use focus to refer to the fact of adjusting your eyes, or other instrument, to the degree to which you can see clearly.

(6) If an image or a camera, telescope, or other instrument is in focus, the edges of what you see are clear and sharp.

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Ungrateful Women... Bitch You Mine!

DISCLAIMER: This well-wasted one minute of your life will MAKE your life... along with making you crap your pants.

A Snipit of Unqualified Wisdom...

One month since I started this... and my whole life changed. People met, things explored, and a HELL of a time of new beginnings. Too deep for you?

Here are just some words of encouragement, and hopefully a tittle inspiration...

Now I'm not here to restate the obvious that's been told by the self-help section of the now-physically-rearranged Chapters (in my hood)... but we all know that energy is equivalent to life.

Now if what I'm hinting at is boggling your walnut, just know: CREATIVITY expressed breeds energy, not RedBull people.

So whether you love to play soccer or you're into weekly curling meets, get that energy out there. Whether you love to dance circles around pedestrians along Queen, or you love to sketch futuristic outfits in your pad, regardless of anyone seeing them... let it roll. Whether you love to paint or fiend to rearrange wall-concealed wires and plugs to make a building light up and function... do it. If it's working on your beat up car, or talking crap about celebrities in the upmost professional manner (enter Perez)... get on that!

It doesn't matter whether someone acknowledges your self-discovered creativity or not, but it's important to get it out. Because once you start doing something, even if the thing you love doing takes up only five seconds of your day, it matters... and things start happening. Don't do it primarily for others. And for J. Murphy's sake...

... don't take my word for it!

Man I Love That Song...

Everyone has that one song. It may not be your fav but you can't deny it... like crack, or better yet... a speed induced automotive time machine. "Doc? You there Doc?"

That rare time you hear it on the radio, you neglect the conversation and start waving, head banging, or shimmying to it. A song that takes you back to your most memorable year in high school, or your first psychedelic experience (haha, whatever that may be... or include), that first boyfriend or girlfriend, that time the song played during an awkward silence, or that time you decided to take a walk in the middle of winter with your iPod and wiped-out on the sidewalk in front of a huddle of smokers on the porch of the house you're passing? Good times.

Mine happens to be by Big Wreck, a song appropriately named 'That Song' (with Eagle Eyed Cherry's 'Save Tonight' in second, and House of Pain's 'Jump Around' winning the bronze medal... and yes I can recite those lyrics, I did watch Mrs. Doubtfire).

Overarching moral of this blog entry? Take time out to recognize and relish those once in a lifetime moments, and buy winter boots with traction. "No worries! I'm alright! That was intentional!" :)

In Honour of Heart Month, I Thought I'd Hurl A Brick to Your Gut

Without further ado...

"Pride generally has a good reputation and is socially encouraged, yet as we see from the chart of the levels of consciousness, it's sufficiently negative to remain below pride.

The problem...is that "Pride goeth before a fall." Pride is defensive and vulnerable because it's dependent upon external conditions, without which it can suddenly revert. The inflated ego is vulnerable to attack. Pride remains weak because it can be knocked off its pedestal.

Man has habitually died for Pride- armies still regularly slaughter each other for that aspect of it called nationalism. Religious wars, political terrorism and zealotry- these are all the price of Pride, which all of society pays.

The downside of Pride is arrogance and denial. These characteristics block growth; in Pride, recovery from addictions is impossible because emotional problems or character defects are denied. Thus Pride is a very sizable block to the acquisition of real power."

Power vs. Force, David R. Hawkins

Last Round: Candid-Camera

Always being honest, isn't always easy.

And I guess the hardest part, aside from those who know you best, is being honest with yourself.

About your fears;
your insecurities.
About your awesomeness;
how fierce you know you are.
About your disappointments;
things you're not proud to admit.
About your desires;
your fantasies and dreams.

There's a little annoying voice that sleeps, eats, bathes and shits in the heads of all human beings;
deciphering between right and wrong,
between what's acceptable and what you should feel guilty about, about what standards have to be met in due time, and on and on and on and on.

And those that come out with the eye of the tiger aren't those who dismiss that voice, but rather accept it, letting it bitch to its content, knowing when it comes down to the wire, it's their choice whether to listen or not.

So throw down the gloves, spit out your mouth guard and begin to expect... no scratch that... begin to LOVE gettin' slapped around a lil' bit (enter closeline).

Bet you didn't see that hook comin'. ;)

'Cause you got... NO chance! No chance in hell!
You got no chance! No chance in hell!

Critique of the Week: The Vault

Friday afternoon, drivin' around on reading week, lookin' for my fix while listening to Nelly's 'Ride Wit Me' and unleashin' my ghetto-fabulousness while sippin' some tea... life doesn't get better.

I stopped by 'The Vault,' a store claiming to sell discounted and brand name sports apparel, and I was looking for shoes. I walked in and stopped twitching... my fix was appeased.

Rows of funky All-Star and Adidas sneakers, soccer cleats, casual Puma's, cute summer flats, even sexy rain boots. ;)

I came out with a pair of Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. collection sneakers for thirty bucks and a pair of long awaited olive green Tretorn rain boots for the same price!

As for the clothing, I didn't take the time to check but it looked pretty reasonable. So did the selection of brand name totes and accessories. So if you're looking for some great deals on great gear, check it out you fiend!

The Vault
946 Edgeley Boulevard,
Concord, ON L4K 4V4
vaultstyle.ca

Selfishness is Godliness

As the fifty-fifth Mandarin fortune cookie yelped for mercy from my stomach, I couldn't help but be inspired by a scene from a movie including blonde-haired Bette Midler sharing a joint with botox-injected Meg Ryan. So here goes...

To all men out there, do whatever the hell is it that you want: attempting to own those "Situation" abs, taking that hot ass by the bar to your car, and... and that pretty much covers everything that goes through a man's head, except maybe switching the order of which they were written.

To the ladies, dido. Whether it's quitting your currently horrible job to take time off, dancing like a clucking chicken at a funeral, growing a fresh new tray of wheatgrass (haha, mine failed), and the list continues.

Who gives a shit what you think, your amigos, the fam, your boss, that cute rando you decided to flip the finger to for no apparent reason to be understood by man. It doesn't matter.

The key to life is being selfish. Give a whole lot to yourself, and if anyone should be lucky enough to be graced by your godliness, they'll feel the love. 'Cause I've come to realize, that sacrificing your talent, desires and life for others only stiffles (yes I wrote stiffles) your energy and leaves you angry, eventually leading to your ass on a street begging for a spare orange peel to suck the remaining citrus goodness out of. True story.

Be clear on what it is you want, do it, and don't care for the consequences or approval from anyone. No apologies.

Amen.

I’ll Be Ready (I’ll be ready), Never You Fear (never you fear!)....Enter Pamela Anderson and Floatation Device(s)

Valentine's Day is not about last minute treks to Hallmark. Valentine's Day is not about the latest and most blingin' bracelet from sista Tiff. Valentine's Day should not conjure up frightful nightmares about what March's credit card bill will look like online. By the way, Valentine's Day is definitely not reserved for the sole percentage of the world's serious long-term relationship-ites.

You boys loved that first paragraph didn't you, haha. Now prepare yourself for sappy-ass-ness.

Valentine's Day is a time of light-heartedness. A time where you can wink past and whisper "Pssst. Hey. You're awesome." A time for the couples to look back at all the time spent together, and to show off how well they know each other by surprising each other with gifts tailored to they quirks and fetishes.

It's a time where singles party at Valentine's Day-themed clubs entitled "That Bitch Was a Gold Digger, I'd Rather Be Single." A time were single ladies may call up their equally single girlfriends to wallow in their loneliness (quite the paradox). When unattached men and women can call each other up for a night of fun and frolic. A holiday for carefree first dates… or last.

A time for wives and husbands to exchange morning notes on napkins before heading out the door for work. A time for grade threes to send out their most impressive V-Day cards to their crushes (I CHOO- CHOO- CHOOSE YOU!).

So to those of all facebook relationship statuses, don't waste another Valentines Day! Get out there and have fun with your baby, your hubby, your buddy, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, your invisible friend (how should I know if you're a creep or not?!?), your homies or your random choice for the weekend.

And boys, if your wifey's been drooling over that 3000-carrot-Lil' Wayne-mouth-guard-blinding diamond bracelet from Tiffany's... you know what you gotta do. And if all else fails remember one thing... the Hoff still loves you!

Engines Ready?

So today marks the first day of yet another 30 day smoothie fast. Well, to be exact it's not really a fast unless you're doing a water fast, but for efficiency's sake let's stick with that. Some of you think smoothie and conjure up pictures of neapolitan ice cream with walnuts and Nesquick chocolate syrup. But baby, that's not what I'm goin' for. We're talkin' straight fruit and veg. Something easy for a raw-vegan to grasp, but quite the pole vault for someone like my heavy-accented, wife-beater-wearing Sicilian father.

How can a vegetable smoothie taste good? Add a handful of spinach to a smoothie loaded with mangoes, apples, bananas, papayas and oranges, and aside from the slight change in colour, you don't taste the greens at all. It's an awesome opportunity to get in those extra chlorophyll-drenched goodies without the sacrifice of taste. Plus there are millions of green-smoothie recipes all over the web. Why does this feel like an infomercial?

So...let the 30-day smoothie fast begin! Doctah T, out.

How to Screw With People at the Gym

Boys take note. Next time you hit the gym, trying out one of these moves could get you laid by Valentine's Day. Quite the stretch! ;)

My Baby's Back And Kickin'

There's a lot I learn from wise old farts. One specific one, a delicious smelling one might I point out, soon to be 99 years young, has taught me almost everything I know, the good things anyway (I'll take credit for the rest). While most of the time I seem to be the one in the group that can't shut up, and other times the exact opposite, I found there to be a lot to learn from that silent sort of confidence found in certain people.

Those people who fly under the radar, those people who remain calm in times of distress, and those people who let out what they're feeling or thinking when they feel the need to. Those people that are consistent and who don't let their ego get in the way of their vulnerabilities. Those people who take it second by second, caring not for the expectations of others and knowing full on the boundaries between admirable and tasteless.

The sort of person who doesn't believe in self-supression. Who believes in ploughing and laughing all the way through. There are more than a few things I learned from this individual but for short-blog-entry's sake I guess the things I came away with are trust yourself, don't be to proud to go get what you want, and if there's only one thing you could do for the rest of your life, laugh.

Not bad for my baby who doesn't talk much.

1250-5000 words. Due midnight tonight...

Essays make me twitch.
Alcohol leaves me mellow.
Sunny winters leave me toasty.
'What if's' make me hit my forehead.
Dates make me fidgety.
Wheatgrass leaves me nauseated.
Music makes me brave.
Deadlines hold me back.
Water makes me satisfied.
Hangovers lead to tuna sandwiches (vegan?).
Silence leaves me comfortable.
Weed makes me sway.
Avocados and ACV... yeaaaaaaa.
3:45 in the PM leaves me annoyed.
TV wastes my time.
Dance breaks make my life.
Orchids make me wonder.
Soccer makes me fierce.
Concerts leave me groupy-like.
Challenges make me focus.
Frankness leaves me liberated.
Dresses make me strut.
Cargos leave me gangsta.
Computer screens leave me dazed.

8 hours left, tikity toc.

I'ma I'ma A Diva

Can you not help but shake that ass to Beyonce's 'I am Sasha Fierce' album! Stand back, no passengers on my plane. ;)

Pressure (cubed)

To be perfect,
To be happy,
To be everyone's best friend,
To be everyone's shoulder,
To be smart,
To be confident,
To be affectionate,
To be professional,
To provide,
To graduate,
To plan for the future,
To be the clown,
To break the silence,
To keep the peace,
To say thank you,
To say you love it,
To go for the gold.

When's the right time to be vulnerable?
To be afraid,
To be naive,
To be lonely,
To be cold,
To do nothing,
To fail,
To be angry,
To be lazy,
To quit,
To stay quite,
To take what you want and leave,
To tell everyone to fuck off?

My take?... The world would be a better place if we allowed some time for all those things. None good, none bad. They just are.

End it Off Right...

There are many kinds of crazy people in this world, and I just happen to be one of those who needs to always end my drive home on a good tune. I mean so good that I'll keep driving until I find one. So good that I'll spend another three and a half minutes singing along to a song while parked on my driveway with the car on, wasting gas that costs me 99 cents a liter. So good that I'll be hitting the radio dial double time while in the passenger seat with fists pumping. Yup, now ye know it. Watch out.

Just Do It!

Two cans of camel-coloured odour free paint lie in my closet to go over the fuscia walls I've seen since '94. One acoustic guitar has stood in the corner of my room with one broken string for 7 months. One children's 7-book set has sat on my bookshelf leaving me with six-and-a-half still left to be read. Two lucky bamboo plants planted in a vase by my window turned yellow 4 months ago.

Ever been in that spot where there's something you have to do, and you should do, but you don't want to do it and you do want to do it at the same time? Ladies? Those last 5 pounds of cellulite hanging under your right ass cheek (and your left... make that 10 pounds) all gained before heading on a beautiful Carribean vacation? I guess the best thing I can say is... (enter Nike slogan here).

'Cause after all, do those two big plastic bins of school books in the trunk that were to be taken to Goodwill 3 months ago, do they really weigh down the Corolla when driving under dangerously icy conditions? Cut the crap. The man that invented the phrase "safety first"... well, he lied to you. Just do it! Except if you're expecting an unexpected pregnancy, then boys and girls, 'Protect Ya Tings!'

Somebody Forgot to Eat Their Goooooooji Berries ;)

This vid is hilarious. I can't get enough of that Indian jingle! Pose for the camera baby!

Second First Post

I know right? Another effin' blog from another effin' broad who feels the need to express her ridiculously bullshit-wisdom and a whole host of other crap all over the web? Maybe. Maybe not. Whateverrrr! Haaaa!

Sush Got’Cha Loose

If all else fails… (the rolls are sloppy, or the waiter doesn’t come often enough to refill your water, or the lettuce in the salad isn’t broken into small enough pieces, or they think you’ll forget you ordered that set of dragon rolls and salmon sushi pizza) every lady knows that the one thing you can count on from Japanese restaurants is that their washrooms are like spas. And we all know that that’s the first thing we talk about when we pass the place’s name on to our closest sistas. You know… the beautiful sinks in the shape of frosted green glass bowls. Those majestic waterfall-spewing faucets?

And that's when my life changed forever. Ooh ye Koganei. Restaurant? Beautiful. Food? Great. And then twas time to freak-a-leak. Let me tell you, passing through that bathroom door took me back to Narnia; hold the fawns, sexy witches and fresh scent of pine. We’re talking ground zero, and I wasn’t prepared for no adventures. So for the ladies wondering what I think about the restaurant… its alright. Bring your harpoon!