I told Twitter that I binge ate 15 cookies today, and they totally didn't judge me. Which is crazy because I judged me, so why not them? I've found myself sneaking around as of late, hoarding cookies and other sugar-based goods like it's communist Russia and I'm on food rations. I've never experienced cravings for… Continue reading Dear Diet: I’m Over You.
As some of you may know, I'm getting married in September. To answer your questions, wedding planning is not really happening at all and no, I'm not nervous. The hubs and I are having a super simple, camping wedding. No catered dinner, painful speeches or horrible Powerpoint presentations where transitions straight out of the 90's… Continue reading Weddings Confuse Me
Dear body; It's been a whole 26 years with you and my how the time flies. Your frontal cerebral cortex is fully developed, your feet exhibit the hardened callous of a fearless festival-er and earth walker, and your hands are starting to show the wrinkles of hard use - grasping, painting, washing, and embracing. Fear not, dear… Continue reading A Love Letter to My Body
Today someone asked me if I had a picture of myself. Given that I spend most of my time behind a camera, I was all, "oh probs, and if not - I'm sure I can whip something up real quick like". Turns out, it's not at all 'quick like', and surprisingly challenging. Not just operating… Continue reading The Selfie: A Horrifying Adventure
I was raised liberal. In a sea of extended family members that touted conservatism and gun ownership, my mother and I remained the black sheep of our family - an anomaly. For most of my life I had some pretty standard liberal views, obviously climate change is a thing, pro-choice, pro-affirmative action, anti-dogmatic religion, pro-renewable… Continue reading Just Because You’re a Liberal Doesn’t Mean You’re Tolerant
I live in Southern Alberta y'all (picture below for those who failed geography), which might confuse you since I say y'all constantly. Maybe my heart is in Texas, who knows. Here in Alberta we can have some pretty harsh winters - and every year is the same. Apparently, (according to CBC) the winters here in… Continue reading Winter Amnesia
By all accounts, I'm a pretty awkward person. That is until we break that metaphorical barrier when we go out together and I have one to many Alabama Slammers and lose all sense of personal space and volume control. But, under normal circumstances, I'm pretty strange. I like to fill the silence with awkward conversation… Continue reading On Being a Patient
We moved last weekend, and due to a lying, thieving internet service provider, we were without internet for the first week we lived here. Which actually wasn't THAT bad because we spent time unpacking instead of power bingeing Netflix. Regardless, moving is pretty much the worst. What a great way to be confronted with the… Continue reading Moving is the Worst.
If I could go back in time and wag my very judge-y finger in my woefully, unprepared face, I would have. Unfortunately for me, I was just arrogant enough (and also the right amount of drunk) to think that I could handle the impending 18 hours that come alongside an entire tab of acid. Unfortunate,… Continue reading One Time I Took a Tab of Acid and Turned Into the Most Primal Version of Myself
I have a deep, dark, and shameful secret. It's one that I don't tell just anyone. But, I know I have a problem, and the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I. Love. The Twilight Movies. (Queue women dropping dish-ware everywhere.) I know. I know. If you want to forever un-subscribe… Continue reading A Dark and Terrible Secret