Being a woman in my mid 30's with a pretty extensive social circle, you'd think that I would have been in multiple weddings by now. But the truth is, I've managed to get by unscathed in the dreaded act of being a bridesmaid. Funny enough, the only wedding I have ever been in is my … Continue reading Always a bride, never a bridesmaid.
Adulting (v): to carry out one or more of the duties and responsibilities expected of fully developed individuals (paying off that credit card debt, settling beef without blasting social media, etc). Exclusively used by those who adult less than 50% of the time. -Curtesy of Urban Dictionary If you're a millennial, or even remotely of that era, I can guarantee you've … Continue reading Used to count sheep, now I count aches and pains.
During my tumultuous journey to find a suitable companion to grow old and miserable with, I ended up kissing quite a few toads (serves me right for having always looked for love in the swamp). Having been single for a number of years and having virtually no luck in the love department, I was finally … Continue reading Roses are red. Violets are blue. Crap, I might actually really like you.
If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me if I was back on the dating scene, I'd have enough change for, well, literally nothing because everything is ridiculously expensive- but I do get asked that question A LOT. If you've read even one of my previous blog posts, you know that … Continue reading Single Bells, Single Bells, Single all the Way…
It was a blistering hot Saturday afternoon, I found myself at a local lakefront festival surrounded by the who’s-who of my town that included the mayor and a local political party leader who probably peed in my childhood pool at some point when we were both kids growing up together. I'm sure I'm not alone in … Continue reading How many degrees of separation before I have to move?
Everybody has their own version of a horrible break up story. Unfortunately, many of us have experienced being lied too, cheated on, taken advantage of and even emotional or physical abuse in a relationship. We’ve all been exposed to the countless horror stories that cut like a knife from either our own experiences or those … Continue reading Life gave me lemons, so I took half the furniture
It was 2nd semester, my grade 10 year, I was just getting into the groove of “real” high school and learning how to style my frizzy blunt bangs, when I met my first official boyfriend. Having been sheltered for a majority of my primary years attending a church basement private school, the culture shock of … Continue reading My first (gay) boyfriend – a lesson in chivalry