:: One Day – “Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll have today” ::

I was home from work for a day last week with my little one. We puttered around and had far too much screen time.

Her choice was watching Kinder Surprise Eggs being opened. I’m not making this stuff up. She’d watch hours of this stuff if she could. I have no idea how she came across it, likely clicking a random link while watching Max and Ruby on youtube or something. It is so odd, this Kinder Surprise channel. Since she started watching it she’s asked to make her own video – very strange. The only thing more odd that I’ve caught her watching was Baby Alive videos. She doesn’t even have a Baby Alive. Monitor your child’s screen time people.

My choice was:



I’ve watched this movie over a handful of times. It must be a Movie Central favourite, it is always on. And I think it is one of mine now too. Here is the trailer for it, including cheesy-announcer-guy-voiceover.

If you think you might actually want to see the movie, stop reading here. Spoilers ahead.

The film is about Emma (Anne Hathaway) and Dex (Jim Sturgess) who meet and spend the day together, their graduation date, July 15th, 1988. You can tell right away that Emma has the hots for Dex, but he’s just not feeling it. She’s a little dorky, and he’s a bit of a playboy used to having anyone he wants. Their first day together just hanging out ends in a passionate kiss. I think this kiss always gave Emma a bit of hope that one day they’d be together. 

The first time I saw the movie, it was sort of on in the background while I did other stuff around the house. I can’t say I really paid much attention to it. I’m not a huge Anne Hathaway fan, yet every film she’s in is usually worth watching (this scene from The Dark Knight Rises comes to mind).

Because One Day is the title of the film, and from the snippets I caught, I thought instead of the movie being about the one day they met, July 15th, I thought it was about waiting for that one day that Dex finally saw what was right in front of him. Emma.

Halfway through the film, it seemed as though Emma had given up on Dex. When she sees him after some time apart she can’t help but be pulled back to those old feelings for him. Her line “I thought I got rid of you” makes you ache a little for her. She had tried to build a life with another poor schmo Ian, a comedian that she doesn’t find funny. And she had tried to move Dex into a place in her heart and mind that would allow her to have a happy life without him.  

She did one day end up with Dex. It took them many years and relationships, a wedding and a baby (for Dex) for it to happen. And I think even when Dex married the woman others expected him to marry, Emma always remained on his mind.



They were only together for about a year when Emma dies. It is tragic, she was hit by a truck while riding her bycicle home to see Dexter. Oh how I cried.

After Emma’s death Ian finds Dex at the cafe he runs and tells him:

“She made you decent, and in return, you made her so happy.”

No matter the crap Dex put Emma through, watching him devour women, drugs and other awful self-harming behaviour, he made her happy.

Good movie, worth a watch.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll have today.”-Emma

:: #tbt – Full House ::

Do you remember TGIF? And not just the phrase we repeat every Friday as we attempt to roll out of bed in the morning.

You know, the block of T.V. shows that aired every friday night. Family Matters, Step By Step, Dinosaurs, later on Boy Meets World and my all time favourite Full House? I used to want to be like DJ Tanner, and I use to think that if I was her little sister, I would not be anywhere near as annoying as Stephanie was. Although, I’m sure my own big sister would find that doubtful.

This video has been making the rounds on the interwebs for over a week now. But I feel like I needed to share it on my blog for posterity purposes. I plan to pick up the Full House DVD set at sometime soon to share it with my daughter. I was a huge fan of Full House. Still am.

When Jesse starts singing the theme song in the clip above *swoon. I think in season 5 or 6 they used a shortened version of the song. But I always loved it when they’d use the long version which included:

What ever happened to predictability?
The milk man, the paper boy, evening T.V.
When did I get delivered here? Somebody tell me please
This old world’s confusing me.

Clouds as mean as you ever seen.
Ain’t a bird that knows your tune.
Then a little voice inside you whispers:
Kid don’t sell your dreams so soon!

And yes, I have it memorized. Who doesn’t?

It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized Bob Saget’s comedy is pretty vulgar. He sure isn’t the straight arrow guy that he portrays as Danny Tanner.

:: Hide Your Crazy & Act Like A Lady ::


Summertime to me means lots of different things ice-cream, BBQs, beach time, camping…standard stuff. Another one of these things is unashamedly, unabashadly blasting country music on the radio, windows down, with messy hair and just not caring. You know the feeling, right?

I love all types of music, most of it mainstream stuff. I will listen to some heavy rock and my latest fav is indi pop. Just can’t get enough. Lana Del Rey’s Summertime Sadness is basically on repeat, along with Hold On When You Get Love by the Stars, and Shut Up and Let Me Go by The Ting Tings. Good stuff.

Back to country.

Maybe it’s because of that one summer in high school when I basically lived at my friend’s house. She lived in the country next door to my boyfriend at the time. If you could call him that. We were “going out”, but that mainly involved doing things like playing chicken in my friend’s pool, or cheering him on during his baseball games. I think it ended shortly after I tried to share a coke with him and he wouldn’t. I guess I had cooties? And days before my birthday. How convenient.


That summer was full of country music, hot summer nights and lounging by the pool. Despite how the summer ended, it will always be one of my favorite carefree summers.

Each year I attempt to relive a bit of that summer by almost permanently keeping the radio on a country music station.

One song that I have memorized and love to sing along to is “Mama’s Broken Heart” by Miranda Lambert.

The video is pretty silly and just depicts Miranda Lambert a a spoiled woman. I think she could’ve done a better job with it.

As much as I like listening to the song, a couple of lines always jump out at me, besides the reason that they are so darn catchy and fun to sing along to. These particular lines are really negative and I just feel like they are yet another reminder of our image driven society.

“Don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look.”


“Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady.”

But it’s just a song, you’re thinking, and I should just get over it, right? Wrong.

The first line is obvious. Appearance being the primary focus and how important it is and all that stff. Blah.

The second line that gets me, is the wherein a woman is called crazy because she is vulnerable and emotional. Granted Miranda might not deal with her emotions in the healthiest way…”at the expense of her liver.” But being broken hearted when a relationship ends, even shouting a person’s name and momentarily not caring about your appearance. Is that really “crazy” behaviour when processing a breakup? I don’t think so.

Feminspire (it really is a great site!) published a post about my guy Aziz being a naughty boy. Well his character Tom Haverford, from Parks and Recreation, was anyway.

The show aired an episode where Tom just got dumped by his girlfriend. Tom is telling his friends about it:

“She broke up with me. Didn’t really tell me why. Luckily when you’re the guy you can just tell people she’s crazy. ‘Hey, Tom, I heard you and Lucy broke up.’ ‘Yeah, man. Turns out, she’s crazy.’ That’s what they always do on Entourage.”

I’ll admit, I laughed when I watched it. It’s even more hilarious knowing the lengths that Tom will go to to get a woman’s attention. Irony right there. Which is part of the humour, I guess. And part of the point. Men are just as capable of being crazy as woman.

However, if you were to listen to a country song about a man being crazy, it’s usually because a woman made him feel that way. Kenny Chesney’s You and Tequila ft. Grace Potter is a recent example. Still a beautiful song though.

Back to Miranda’s “Mama’s Broken Heart”. I do like at the end of the song how despite her mother telling her to get a grip, she ultimately takes matters into her own hands re: revenge. While Taylor Swift might write a song about you if you do her wrong, and Carrie Underwood might wreck your car…Miranda, well, she’ll do a little more damage.

:: #tbt – Dinner ::

For dinner last night I had what I consider a “throwback meal.” You know, food that reminds you of being a child, or that you’ve associated a memory with.


I had a strange brand of mac and cheese that actually looked and tasted similar to Kraft Dinner – but without all the junk (way closer than Annie’s ever gets), ketchup, “raspberry fig bars” like Fig Newtons, and something that could pass for freshie/kool-aid (really club soda cut with a bit of fruit juice – I did use a kids cup, so points there?).

The funny thing is, I rarely ate KD as a child. My Dad hated the stuff (along with bologna and cheez whiz). The times he did make it for us (we would beg for it) he would follow the directions precisely, and as we all know, those directions call for far too much milk. So it was really KD soup. I also liked it without the cheese sauce. So really, I liked plain noodles that I could use as a vessel to eat ketchup with. I was, and still am, a ketchup fiend.

My babysitters would sometimes make it for me if I was at their house. I can remember two of them in particular. I’m pretty sure the one hated me. I would ask ever so politely for her to please keep some noodles out before she added the cheese stuff. And every time she would say no, because it messed up the cheese/noodle ratio (?!). I was so sad.

Another sitter would add processed cheese slices and even cheez whiz to it. Please. No.

My Mom would add cut up hotdogs. I thought it was the best.

It’s funny and pretty neat how you associate memories and happy (or negative) experiences with food. Similar to scent memories. Like the smell of coconut can remind you of a tropical vacation, a person that uses a lotion with that fragrance, or even a person’s car air freshener. Once you associate a scent or, a food with a person or a memory, it has a habit of coming back to you.

What foods/scents are throwbacks to you?

:: Wanting ::



Have you ever wanted something, and then once it was yours you realized that you just like the idea of having it, not actually the thing itself?

This happens to me, and I can’t quite figure it out. Whether it be repainting a room, booking a trip, a new job, or a person’s attention. Once I have it, often I’m just meh about it. Or, I realize it isn’t what I really wanted in the begining. I just thought I wanted it. Or I liked the idea of it.

It works the other way too though. If I can’t have it, or think I can’t, I just can’t stop thinking about it. Obsessing. Waiting. Wanting.

Sure, I could blame it on a materialistic society, always wanting to keep up with what others have. But I honestly think there is more to it.

Perhaps it’s something about worthiness, or my percieved worthiness of self. The fear of rejection is an obvious conclusion. Nobody likes to feel rejected or unwanted. That they are not good enough.

I could get psychoanalytical and think back to my own childhood. My mother became very ill when I was a toddler. So ill that she couldn’t take care of my sister, brother or me. Some things happened between my parents, they aren’t really mine to share, but they divorced. My mother basically left us, but it wasn’t her fault I kept hearing, she was ill. But she did go. My mother left us. My mother left me.

I haven’t really articulated this, even to myself, until recently. Why have I always had such a desire to be accepted and wanted by others? To act a certain way and even do things that might compromise my personal morals.

A part of me has concluded that it must have something to do with the whole fear of abandonment. A mother child bond is thought to be the strongest bond out there. Being a mother myself, I know this to be true. I so desperatly wanted a daughter to “do things right” with her. To be the type of mother I always wanted. But not having that typical mother figure myself, I’m not even sure what that is supposed to look like. I do my best.

All this is to say that hopefully by being more aware of where this “wanting” is coming from, might make rejections in life more palatable. That I am enough as I am.

:: Book Club – Born Weird by Andrew Kaufman ::



Well, that’s not true. Or it might not be. I have no idea whether I love book club or not. I’ve never been part of one. I did just started one up though.

Meetings will likely the first Thursday of the month, our first one being August 1st. I’m hopeful about it. There is a good group of us. We’ll see how much of the book actually gets discussed, but it is a good opportunity to move out of the humdrum that is everyday life and try something new.

The book we selected to read is Born Weird by Canadian author Andrew Kaufman:


It’s off of CBC Books’ summer reading list for 2013. Not a novel I would normally gravitate to, or pick up on my own, but I guess that’s part of the point in joining a book club, at least for me.

The synopsis from the inside panel is this:

Who’s family isn’t a little Weird?

The Weirds have always been a little off, but not one of them ever suspected that they’d been cursed by their grandmother.

At the moment of the births of her five grandchildren Annie Weird gave each one a special power. But over the years these so-called blessings ended up ruining their lives.

Now Annie is dying and she has one last task for Angie: gather her far-flung brothers and sisters and assemble them in her grandmother’s hospital room so that at the moment of her death, she can lift these blessings-turned-curses. And Angie has just two weeks to do it.

What follows is a quest like no other, tearing up highways and racing through airports, from a sketchy Winnipeg nursing home to the small island kingdom of Upliffta, from the family’s crumbling ancestral Toronto mansion to a motel called Love. And there is also the search for the answer to the greatest family mystery of all: what really happened to their father, whose maroon Maserati was fished out of a lake so many years ago?

And…I just realized that the author is from Wingham, Ontario which is a small town about 10 minutes away from where my Dad grew up…an even smaller town called Bluevale. My siblings and I used to all pile into my Dad’s blue Chevy cavalier and drive nearly four hours west to visit each summer. Now I’m wondering if he knows the author’s family. The author was born in ’68, so is 13 years younger than my Dad…but because the town is so small, there is a chance…

Anyway, feel free to pick up a copy (or kindle-kobo it) and read along. I’ll post again after our first meeting.

Happy Reading!

:: Who Doesn’t Like Dessert? :: Dairy Free Banana Split Bites ::

Jess on dessertsource

Have you ever seen The New Girl? I think it’s pretty much one of my favourite shows. Zooey Deschanel (I have a major girl crush on her at the moment) plays Jess, a total loveable, silly and awkward housemate to three guys. I think she’s pretty darn beautiful too.

I laughed pretty hard at the scene above when I first saw it. I 100% agree with Jess, how can you not be a dessert person? I mean, what is wrong with you? A couple people in my family are not “dessert” people, in that they prefer savory food. I get that. I appreciate that you enjoy savory things, I do too. But to pass up dessert? I don’t care if you’re full, you have to at least have a little, a taste. Haven’t you ever heard of the dessert stomach?
dessert stomach

Well, now you have.

Here is a fun little dessert if you just want a taste. I made it for my 3 year-old who is a big fan of sprinkles (who isn’t?). The recipe, directions really, were adapted from Bakers Royale as my daughter has a dairy sensitivity, so these are pretty much dairy free.

I give you,

(Pretty Much) Dairy Free Banana Split Bites




  • Bananas (firm work best)
  • Chocolate (I used dark as it’s what I had on hand. Milk or even white chocolate would be yummy too. I used regular chocolate as I just have to work with a sensitivity vs an allergy)
  • Ice-Cream (Luna & Larry’s Coconut Bliss – Dark Chocolate. Pretty much the most delicious ice-cream (dairy free or not) ever).
  • Whipped Cream (truwhip, it’s like Cool Whip, but dairy free and without all the yucky stuff )
  • Sprinkles (or chopped nuts or any other chopped treat you like to top your banana split with)
  • Maraschino cherries


  • Cut bananas in roughly 1-1.5″ segments and hollow out most of the center leaving some of the banana at the bottom. This is a bit finicky, I found a small paring knife and spoon worked best.
  • Melt chocolate (I use the old water bath method, but using a microwave would work well too).
  • Dip the bottom bit of banana in melted chocolate and then dip it again into the sprinkles.
  • Pop them into the freezer for 5 minutes to harden up.
  • Remove from freezer and fill them up with a little scoop of ice-cream, add some whipped topping to cover the ice-cream and place a cherry on top.


Voila! An easy peasy yummy summer dessert.


(Check out the mini sleeve tattoo – thanks daycare :/)

:: Life List ::

I think I started my first “Life List” when I was 14 years-old, lying on my twin bed with its pastel coloured duvet. I was daydreaming about the future and all of the things that I wanted to do and experience. At that age I had been living in a small town for just over three years. Already at that point it felt tiny, and I wanted away from all of the things that’d you’d typically associate with small towns.

Perhaps I would have felt differently had I been born and raised there. But moving to a town of 3,200 plus people (at that time), many who had lived there all of their lives (and many that still do), I just felt like an outsider. I’d moved to new places a few times in the past, but they were all moderate size cities, and with other military families who I related to.

You can find my ever evolving Life List above, under the menu. I’ll cross things off as I go, and add new ones as I think of them. What about you? Do you have any Life Lists? I’m always open to new ideas and experiences.