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I wonder how many people will judge me by my beach reads..





Meh they'll probably be accurate.

Bye!

I leave for Cabo tomorrow morning so i'll be gone for one WHOLE week. Who's sad? No one? Okay.



I can't wait to come back with 100 pictures, a tan and some blurry memories. Adios Amigos!!

Cabo, Cabo, Cabo

That's THREE Cabos for THREE more sleeps till I'm there!!


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Now I wish I had a bunch of crazy funny stories I could tell you from my weekend, but I don't. I DID go to ride twice, hung out with the two babes I mentioned on Friday and spent lots of time with...

My homeless looking friend..



Quit eating your house.



Yesterday I tried to rent Sharkwater on the TV, but didn't have any luck. Sasktel sent out a new remote control and updated all their services and guides, meaning they made everything confusing and screwed me out of a Sunday matinee. I know this movie is supposed to debunk shark stereotypes and media depictions of sharks, but I was really using it to scare myself right before Cabo. Just because they didn't eat you Rob Stewart doesn't mean they don't eat people, it means you don't look like you taste good. Or they were full.


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Speaking of shark poachers. Okay I didn't mention shark poachers, but they ARE mentioned in this movie. I need to talk about the seal slaughter that is currently going on in Canada. LIKE we Canadians need ANOTHER reason to be embarrassed.. Bad movies, mediocre shopping, Howie Mandel, Jean Chretien, the amount of things we borrow/import from other Countries. All I can say is thank GAWD for Bieber. ANYWAY, this next thing TOPS the list. Actually it's more than embarrassing, it's horrific. Think the movie The Cove but replace the dolphins with seals and the Japanese for Canadians. Go to Canada's shame, click "act", sign the letter and knock something off the list of Canada's embarrassments. Please Please PLEASE.

Help save these little guys..


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If you have twitter re-tweet my seal tweet or add Peta and retweet one of theirs. Or if you have a blog, post the link. Make this Monday count!!

Happy Monday!!!

Scream 4

It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!! Guess what comes out?!?

Scream bijillion!!! I mean 4..


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All those exclamation marks are deceiving since I don't really care that it came out today, however, I do want to. It reminds me of highschool (since that's when I watched the rest of them) and I'll do anything to re-live those glory days. Anything. Like sell my Man's phone. Going once.. going twice..

Speaking of movies I still haven't seen Paul...

Who can say no to this??


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Everyone.

What else do I know? Last night I went for suppa with THESE two babes..



They both gave my brown hair the stamp of approval.

So today would technically be day 19 of the Crazy Sexy Diet Cleanse and so I figure I should probably talk about it.



Over the past week I haven't been answering the daily questions or abstaining from ALL of the foods the cleanse recommends. Last night I had a glass of wine and some chicken. Yup, some chicken. I feel like I dropped the word cleanse as I realized I'd already gotten lots out of it. I've already formed some healthy habits that are more than a cleanse but a lifestyle. I start my day with lemon water, I kicked my morning cup of coffee for tea, I drink my green drink at least twice a day and LOVE it, I eat a semi-raw lunch and I steam all my veggies. Clearly I can't give up sugar, alcohol and wheat forever but now these aren't everyday foods but more so whenever-I-feel-like-it foods, which I tend to feel like come Friday.

All in all, I'd say this book is DEFINITELY worth reading. Do you need to do the cleanse? No, but you can do the things that work for you. A little here and a little there is better than nothing. If there's a habit you can kick, kick it. If you can't give up your Earls and Moxies chicken Quesadilla's, don't. If you can stop eating meat everywhere but those two restaurants, do it. If you can't stop eating 3 hours before bed, don't. If people think you're a walking contradiction, who cares?

Happy Friday!!!!!!

Beauty Food

I bought another book last night. I know what you're thinking, how many health books do you NEED? Apparently a lot. I've been reading Kimberly Snyder's blog for a while now so when her book finally came out this week I just couldn't help myself. She definitely has a similar approach to health as Crazy Sexy Diet concept, however, there are a few minor differences. The reason I wanted this book was just to see what sorts of foods to eat for certain beauty benefits. Tell me what to eat to get long lucious hair. NOW. Thanks.



If I read anything worth repeating, i'll repeat it. Your welcome.

Next up I want to talk about Coconut Oil and the fact that I FINALLY bought some. Considering it's over 10 dollars a jar (usually at least 15) I could never commit to buying it. I'd put it in my basket, walk around a bit and then inevitably put it back. And by put it back I mean set it on the nearest shelf. Coconut Oil in the Cereal section? Why not. Frozen foods? Sure. JUST kidding I never put it in the freezer. Only the fridge.



As appy before supper yesterday I put it on a turnip. Or is it a rutabaga? THAT is the question.



It looked like this before I cut it up...


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I believe there was a time when I was eating certain "fries" and calling them "rutabaga fries". It would appear as though they were actually TURNIP fries. Why didn't anyone tell me?! It wouldn't be the first the time I've looked stupid. I embrace it.

Anyway, last night before settling in for supper and the latest episode of The Real Housewives of OC I did a quick Yoga Meltdown session. It was quick because I fast forwarded through the parts I didn't feel like doing. In these next set of photos I'm trying to do THIS position with my arms extended forward as per Jillian's instructions..


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However, I should get extra points and extra abs for having to deal with THIS while doing it..











If anyone wants to borrow her for your next work out, let me know. She'll work for vegetables. For real. Or dirt. Or dust. She'll eat anything.

FOOD

I’ve continued to eat fairly cleanse friendly since I spoke about food last, however, I’ve become a little more lenient. Like…

This cereal has sugar BUT it IS gluten free…



I don’t know these are made of (or the pop chips I also ate) EXACTLY but they ARE down the organic/healthy aisle…



Annnnd the name sounds guilty, “wheat squares” but.. I got nothing, I just ate’em.. And they were good..



Yesterday though, I enjoyed a lot of my current cleanse friendly FAVS...

Socca



My personal version of a Green Drink


1 Cup of Unsweetened Almond Milk, Cinnamon, as much Spinach as you can stuff in the blender and TONS of French Vanilla Stevia. I could drink these all day long. As long as I can eat ALL my real food too.

Starbucks REFRESH Tea..



So let me tell you something, or don’t let me, it doesn’t matter because I’m going to tell you anyway. I was just humoring you. So I’ve been STRESSING about my dresses/clothes (or lack thereof) for Cabo for the past mmm month. Yup, a solid month I’d say. I’ve been all like, “I have NOTHING to wear. WHAT am I going to wear? No I can’t wear that short tight black dress to a BEACH wedding.” Follow, giant eye roll and long icy stare at my Man. When it comes to dresses my motto has always been short and tight or slightly baggy and REALLY short. There’s no middle ground here. There’s no just above the knee or mid-thigh dresses in my closet. If there was I’ve shortened them by now. My dresses are above the entire leg or just below the butt cheek.

Okay, so now that I’ve painted you a picture I need you to look at this picture for second. If you’re seeing a scandalous hooker I need you to re-paint it. I follow the one body part rule, legs or boobs, therefore I am still classy. Leggy, but classy. Moving on..

Class or no class beach weddings call for flow-y beach-y colorful dresses. Fancy but not too fancy. Can you see why I’ve got my panties in a twist. Where am I supposed to find a flow-y beach-y colorful fancy-ish dress that’s not too short and looks good with brown hair? Since the shopping in this city sucks, I turned to the internet. I actually went so far as to call a store in Edmonton (Aritzia) and ask if they could ship me two dresses I saw on the internet (they will).

While my dresses were in the mail I prowled the malls here in search of a back up. NOTHING. My eggs were all in one basket. One basket riding in the back of a Canada Post truck.

Welp, Monday they arrived. I got the package on the way back to work from lunch and couldn’t wait to tear into the moment I got back to the office. Won, won, wooooon. Fugly.



Well one was fugly, unfortunately I sent it back too quickly to snap a pic, and the other one was well not great. For one I ordered it before I knew I was going to have brown hair instead of bright blonde and two, I didn’t LOVE where the straps were located (too far towards the spot where, if you have some, cleavage is supposed to reside). Anyway, that one is on the top of the pile in the above picture. The rest are dresses I already own.

URGH. I was frustrated, panicking, cursing my brown hair. There was only ONE thing and ONE thing only that could make it all better with the twist of a cap.



You thought that was going to be a beer, didn't you? I enhaled the fizz like it was smoke from a cigarette. Ahhhhhhh.

Side Note: Later that night I went home and tried on all the dresses I currently own. Turns out I have lots. And I like them. My Man was right. Don't tell him.

Other than all of that, work was work was work. Thank god for my assistant. She gets the little chair, I get the big one. Hierarchy. Behind her and to your right you'll find the cardboard I use to hold her captive when she's slacking off. Or typing too slow..




Happy Wednesday!!

Maid of Honor

Today I'm sharing with YOU my Maid of Honor Speech. Remember when I told you guys I was going to do "Wedding Wednesdays" and only did it once? Ya, me too. Anyway, it's Tuesday and I decided to post this for no apparent reason. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this, but I LOVE public speaking. Or I guess a more accurate statement would be I love telling my own stories in public or to anyone who will listen. Enter this blog.

Enter this speech..

So I figured I would just have to picture you all in way that would make me feel more comfortable. So now that I have you all drunk and naked I realize I actually should have had final say over the seating chart too. Does anybody want to switch tables with the devils?

For those of you here that have not had the pleasure of watching Kristin make a decision, I’ll start by painting you a little picture. One evening at Silver’s we thought we’d finish up awith a quick dessert. However, after 15 minutes of deliberation, 2 visits from the waitress and 6 very annoyed family members, okay 1 very annoyed family member, she finally decided on nothing. This is a typical occurrence with Kristin, always indecisive. I can tell you one thing for sure though and that is that is that saying yes to Rae was probably the easiest and quickest decision of her life.



Growing up Kristin and I were very different, and by very different I mean polar opposite. I very clearly remember the house being like a war zone from 3:30 until 5:00 o’clock Monday through Friday. See this was the hour and a half between the time we would get home from school and the time mom and dad would get home from work. This was also the hour and half Kristin took on the self-appointed role of the boss. (in which Kristin appointed herself the boss). We could have charged people admission to watch the kind of stuff that went on. The most suspenseful part about these fights were that they ended in a race to the phone to see who could pick it up, dial and spit out their side of the story the fastest. And if Teresa was really lucky that day we’d each run to separate phones and yell out our stories at the same time. The key to that one was being the loudest. Now deep down I knew it really didn’t matter how fast I ran or how loud I yelled because Kristin’s story always pulled more weight. She was the “good” child. Unlike most people Kristin was actually born honest, loyal and with the intelligence and maturity of level of a 45 year old.



I’d play house with her under the impression that we’d both be moms, have tea parties, do fake dishes, you know she’d wash I’d dry kind of thing. However, I always had another thing coming. Kristin was the boss, owner and manager of the fisher price house and there was only allowed to be one mother. Remember this was back in the early 90’s. Now you could probably have three. Whether I liked it or not, all the cabbage dolls and I would spend the afternoon following Kristin’s directions and orders. Next thing you know I’d find myself sitting alone in the furnace room because apparently I was attending school for an hour.

We also shared a bathroom, I know what you’re all thinking, Teresa and Dale must have been suckers for punishment. They were. See Kristin has always been very conservative, she likes her privacy, she’s clean and very organized. I am none of these things. When it came to the bathroom Kristin’s rule was simple, as long as she was in the bathroom first we could not be in there at the same time. However, if I was in the bathroom first she’d make an exception. This normally led to lots of fights and it didn’t take long before we both realized that if the other one was in there and the door was locked, all you had to do was line yourself up just right, and smash your body against the door. Like I said suckers for punishment. Anyone here, who knows my dad, knows he can fix anything. I haven’t tried it lately but I’m pretty sure that door still doesn’t lock properly. Those of you staying at my parents house might want to remember that.



The bathroom fights weren’t actually confined to the area inside those four walls. I remember in high school I’d be over Kim’s house hanging out and I’d get a call from Kristin. Let me point out at this was before I had a cell phone, she’d actual call Kim’s house line. So I’d get on there..

“Hello?”

“Where is my eye shadow brush?”

“What eye shadow brush?”

“The green one, top drawer, second from the right next to my blue eye shadow. I know you have it”.

“I do not!” click. “Kim uhh pass me that green eye shadow brush..”

We’ve gone from sharing a bathroom to an office and from enemies to friends. We still may not see eye to eye on some things, okay most things but I’ve come to appreciate her views. All the qualities I once despised, the one’s that made her the “good” child, I now admire and aspire to. She is the most caring person I know, she is beautiful and she has an unreal sense of humor, the dry sarcastic kind that’s always entertaining. On top of all of that Rae really hit the jackpot cause she can cook. You better be careful Rae because now you eat all that baking and it’s just gone, but I heard guys don’t get their Man body until their like 29. Come 28 and that stuff will start hang around and muffin top will refer to more than just the actual tops of Muffins.



I always wondered what kind of guy Kristin would end up with. Bree, Taylor and I actually spent many nights in Mexico pondering this. I thought it would have to be this perfect Man, like the kind that came in a box with a dog named skipper and a framed picture of his mother. Someone organized, athletic, tall, funny, clean, punctual, polite, clean. But I was wrong. He’s not punctual. And his dogs name was Shillow. Kristin I couldn’t be happier for you, you’ve actually managed to find someone as nice and as genuine as you. See normally in a relationship there’s a giver and a taker. However, some one screwed up with this one because they’re both givers. Figure that one out, two indecisive givers. “Ummm you can have the last bite of sandwich, nooo you can, no really you have it” “Uhh Can you guys go do that in Rae’s office”.

Now in most of the speeches I’ve heard, all three of them, the maid of honor or best man will end it with the whole “this is the last time you have the upper hand” joke, but Rae never had it to begin with, so that’s not funny. So I figured I’ll just offer some final advice. And that is, that I advise you, Kristin, to talk to Grandma. Because the only person that I know who moves slower than Rae is my 75 year old grandpa, Bud. And those two have been together for 50 some years. So she’s got to have a secret.

Congratulations you two. Please raise your glasses. Here’s to my big sister, the boss, the beautiful bride.

Happy Tuesday!!!

Brunette Status

I dyed my hair brown.



And then I went home and did the LAST thing anyone in this situation should do. I watched the Real Housewives of OC.


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And questioned whether I had just coloured away any good looks that I had.

Now I'll tell you the difference between going brown and going blonde. When you walk out of the salon with highlights pretty much everyone will say, "Oh my GOD, I LOVE your hair. Looks SO good." Either that or you were already blonde and no one notices(what a waste, if not for attention than WHY would I have even done it?!?).

Now when you walk into the salon a blonde and walk out a brunette everyone's reactions are varying versions of, "Hmm.. It's brown." Is it? Well thank you for clarifying that Einstein. NOW I can sleep at night.

If they don't state the obvious they'll typically ask you stupid questions like, "is that your natural colour?" or "why did you decide to do that?" Why did I do it? Well actually I saw a German Shepherd walk by the other day and thought to myself, I want hair like him. WHAT does it matter WHY I did it?! Just tell me it's nice gawd damn it.

I've also heard, "it matches your eyebrows." Cool. And "do YOU like it?" What do you mean do I like it? Is this where if I say "yes I like it" than you'll say you like it and if I don't like it than you can be honest?

Dying your hair brown is like buying that dress that's just a little too tight. You know, like when you go shopping with a couple of friends who are close but not close enough to tell you something's giving you love handles in the back. You walk out of the change room and everyone just silently smiles and nods. You completely forget that this is a red flag and if it were really nice they would be telling you how amazing it is. So you buy it. You wear it. Meanwhile behind your back everyone's saying the size up was better.

Either way, I like this dress. I think.

Power of Pink

Thank GAWD it's Friday. The Power of Pink fashion marathon, I mean show, last night ruined me. I'm TIRED today. So for your viewing pleasure here are all of the pictures I took. Please keep in mind that..

1) I am fully aware of my horrific roots. I'm holding out till RIGHT before Cabo. Then i'll be a brunette. And smarter.

2) Most of the pictures include one my good gf's Kel. LOVE when we get to do shows together.

3) Some pictures are scary. And...

4) I have no shame. Obviously.

Oh and 5) I wore my bombshell bra.






















Happy Friday!!!