is this mic still on?
didn't think so.
this one's for you mom...
1. Mexico. Or more specifically, Isla Mujeres. My infatuation with this tiny island goes well beyond unhealthy and into DSM-IV territory. Obviously our Valentine's vacay deserves waaaay more than a bullet point in some lame ass Obsessions post, but it's all I gots for now. The Island of Women sure didn't disappoint and now I'm tempted to sell everything, buy the Spanish edition of Rosetta Stone [and a pimped out golf cart] and have our family of 4 take up permanent residence on a little island I call paradise. Big thanks to my parents and air miles for financing our kidless venture.
2. Daily Grace. As I was
checking out stalking some of our competition for Amazing Race Canada on YouTube, I stumbled upon my newest girl crush (move over Zooey Deschanel). I'm ob.sess.ed with this woman; she makes me want to quit my job and become a full-time vlogger (any excuse to quit my job these days). She's SO incredibly funny, cute, awesome, fill in the blank . If you're living under the same rock as me, would you mind picking up some milk on your way home? ba-bum-chuh! No seriously if you've been living under a rock, let me be the first to introduce you to the hilariousness that is Grace ?Idon'tknowherlastname?.
In the words of American Idol judge Nicki Minaj, "I want to skin and wear her".
3. Lucky Charms Cereal. Every once in a while Walmart will have a too-good-to-be-true-rollback-savings in the cereal aisle and I depart from my normal selection of either Cheerios or Rice Krispies and let Saige pick the sugariest most colourful box on the shelf. For the first time in Knol family history, Leprechaun loving Saige selected the St. Patty's Day cereal known as Lucky Charms. Lucky me, I not only get to be 'Mom of the Month' for allowing Saige to call this crap breakfast, BUT I also get to eat a new bedtime snack in the form of shamrock shaped freeze dried marshmallows. Seriously yumma.
4. Saige. Freaking freak I love her. We took her for her 4th ski lesson today and she's weaving through the pylons and stopping on command like she's a mini-Picabo Street. She had everyone on the magic carpet chuckling over her dramatic, "here goes nothing" speech at take off and she tells us on the truck ride home that she loves going fast and is ready for the big hill. I swear that girl has no fear and no interest in being a lady. A friend from school invited Saige to her princess party next weekend and Saige is "undecided" whether she wants to go or not because guests are expected to wear princess dresses and Saige ain't into frills. Right before my shopping boycott - say what?! yup I've challenged myself to stop treating wants as needs and to stop bringing junk [toys, clothes, craft stuff, decor items, kitchen appliances, etc.] into the house. It's about making thoughtful purchases versus impulse buys and not indulging the kids just because we can. ANYWAYS, right before I committed to my new anti-consumerism kick, I bought Saigers those Superman and Batman tees from oldnavy.ca and now I can't get her out of them (and wish I got an adult size for me). She's like the coolest kid on our block [aside from Gabe].
5. YOU. And I'm not just saying that to add filler to this post, I truly mean it. I feel badly that I haven't been all that stellar at returning your blog comments, Facebook messages, Instagram shout outs, emails, etc. Please know that I read every single one of your hilarious, sweet, encouraging notes and they make me feel super famous (like the 4th Kardashian sister or something). My hope is that one day (preferably in the very near future), I'll have more time and energy to dedicate to my little corner of the blogosphere. To all y'all who stop by and read the Knol hip-hop-happenings, I wuv and appreciate you (double whammy) and to all you bloggesses who bang off posts like it's no big deal, it IS a big deal and I'm going to high 10 you 'til the cows come home (cue Gabe's exaggerated "moo").
P.S. - the amount of spam comments I've been receiving is getting unrealz. I collected over 400 emails while on vacation and maybe 10 of them were legit #truestory. This sad realization has forced me to enable CAPTCHA. *gasp!* I know, I know, TOTAL pain in the arse (especially on a mobile), soooooo if you wanna leave me your wise and wonderful words, but don't want to prove that you aren't a robot, you can always type your frame-worthy comments on my Facebook fan page. Love you long time.