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Sunday, February 24, 2013



*tap, tap*
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.





I'm having a midlife crisis.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013



This is what happens when you take a girl to Mexico two months before her 30th birthday; she comes home with tons o' freckles and some crazy new ideas about changing careers and chasing dreams.

I blame the hashtag YOLO and my non-creative job.

confessions.

Sunday, February 3, 2013


It's Sunday, but since I only update my blog once a week - twice if I'm lucky - I figure some of you will read this on a Wednesday and E's visually appealing link up banner will make total sense. For the rest of you, I'm sorry.

1. I have a love/hate relationship with trends. I either (a) have to eat, breathe, sleep   (insert latest fad)    or (b) want to gouge out my eyes every time today's hottest craze is waved in front of my annoyed face. For example I'm ALL over the blogosphere's recent love affair with triangles (couldn't be more smitten with an isosceles equilateral if you paid me), but if another one of my favourite bloggettes uses "it's the little things" to sum up a post, I'm going to throw up my cookies #seriously. It's almost as bad as my previous nemeses, "I know right?" or "totally amazeballs".

2. I'm the biggest hypocrite and will likely forget my above rant and hashtag itsthelittlethings on my next Instagram of Saige hugging Gabe. Maybe it'll get me my first piece of hate mail (something I'll likely print and frame).

3. Speaking of trends, can I tell you how much I want to scream "re-do!" every time I walk by an amazing plaid shirt. Where the EFF were all these cute checkered shirts back in May when I was shopping for our camping inspired photo shoot?! I must have flipped through every freaking sales rack in Vernon before finding ONE thrifted flannel number in the petite section of all places! I'm typically a medium so it's x-small tag was much too short and much too tight for my non-teeny frame - "RE-DO!" is all I'm sayin'.

4. I can't believe I just uploaded a photo of arrows highlighting my thighs and ass. How can you tell I'm beyond caring? 

5. I've never been hit on; and if I have, it couldn't have been that awesome or obvious because I don't remember. That'll teach me for surrounding myself with beautiful friends (and bringing them to the bar with me back in my single lady days). 

6. In the last 72 hoursI've eaten an entire box of digestive cookies {the good kind where one whole side is covered in chocolate} to myself. I'd like say Gabe helped, but if I'm being totally honest, he only got one a half. What can I say? I've never been all that good at sharing.

7. You'd never know by my above eating habits that I have a suitcase at the foot of my bed containing nothing more than swimsuits, snorkel gear and sunscreen. Maybe my white cellulite will get hit on by polite Mexicans looking for pesos?

8. Gabriel's shocking red hair is not the only thing turning heads these days; that high pitched scream (the one he came out of the birth canal with) is getting A LOT of unwanted attention and me no likey. His shrill protests are loud and piercing and have me apologizing all day, every day. A man literally cupped his ears at the ski hill this weekend in response to Gabe's 'don't you dare pick me up' tantrum. He seriously sounds like the most spoiled baby ever making Trev and I look like the worst parents ever (especially when we ignore his outbursts with well rehearsed smiles, pretending we're not 3 seconds away from losing it ourselves). We keep telling ourselves, "it's just a phase - a really long 16 month phase that's sure to pass".

9. Saige has sucked the fun out of shopping for clothes. She refuses to wear anything remotely girly which includes: all dresses, all skirts, shirts with ruffles, sweaters with hearts, leggings with lace, etc. Her closet is FULL of sweet floral rompers and little pastel cardis and she could... care less. If it's not a graphic tee or sports jersey or collared shirt, she's not wearing it, period, end of story. Go ahead and laugh while I use her sparkly UNWORN tutu to mop up my mom tears. I wish her tears about not being able to wear what she's most comfortable in and my own parenting values on encouraging individuality didn't interfere with my preschoolers wardrobe. 

10. My BFF/co-worker who graciously agreed to come along with me on a sketchy home visit fell down the client's stairs! She made a horrifying thud and all I could do - after we left the house of course - was laugh... uncontrollably. Picture a hyena trying to ask if someone's alright mid-manic giggle and that's me. I don't know why I think people hurting themselves is so funny, but I do.

I'm going to H-E double hockey sticks.

See ya there ;)

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