After four tense hours of driving between Toronto and Detroit (I am not a long-distance driver so I applaud myself on that one) we tucked into our Westin Heavenly Bed, heads nestled in Heavenly Pillows, breathing in heavenly spa by Westin white tea aloe scent diffused throughout the hotel, and I had a dream that–surprisingly–I ended up remembering when I woke up.
In my dream, I was having a meltdown because I realized that I might not be able to accommodate two invitations to go camping, one from an aunt and …

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He says, “Happy 1st Birthday to D–!”
Indeed! It’s so hard to believe that D– has entered our lives and our married friends’ lives have changed so much as those who have married approximately five years ago moved on to the next stage. Earlier this year, we attended another first birthday party where I bought clothes and felt a twinge because the birthday girl was far more interested in imaginative gifts like toys. So, before I left, as much as NPY and I like buying …

We just got back from a surprisingly nice weekend to “the Island” (Vancouver Island)–food post coming soon, of course–and the rest of the month, one more week, promises to be busy and stressful. This is one of those annoying “I’m too busy to blog” posts.
On Friday, I’m writing the first exam I’ve written in several years and the darn thing is worth 90% of the final grade. While studying during the week, I also have to arrange selling or getting rid of all of my furniture and packing things up… …

I hate to admit it but sometimes I find it difficult to get into CBC television programming. I like Little Mosque on the Prairie and The Tudors, but if there is a large demand for what gets recorded with my PVR, CBC shows tend to get the short stick. Thank goodness for getting complete seasons on DVD and long summer days….
The premise of Being Erica has been vaguely familiar to me: by some mechanism, a grown woman gets to go back in time and re-do significant life events. Anyone who is plagued …

Something is up this year, it makes me feel like something is in the air and I can feel it as well.
I have 11 first cousins on my mother’s side and three of them are moving between cities this year. One cousin is uprooting after 10 years, moving one province over with his wife and two kids. It was somewhat inevitable that he would end up in Vancouver since his brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew live here. One cousin is moving from “out east” to Vancouver temporarily for a training …

I went through a cleaning fit on July 5 and dug up my Expo 86 passport (which I still don’t know where to stash) and had a tingly feeling that I might be finding this little souvenir exactly 25 years after I wielded it dashing from one exhibit to the next. Not exactly. It seems that my expo visit was on the three days June 30-July 2, 1986.
My mother, younger sister, and I were in Vancouver en route to spending the summer in Hong Kong. We would have gone to …

I don’t know which season it was, but in the past, NPY told me that if the Canucks won the Stanley Cup, he would move to Toronto, the Canadian city he has grown up to hate.
Then the Canucks’ 40th season kicked off in October 2010 and a couple months later, my huge pangs of regret/remorse/”what if” started to kick in. I can see myself living either in Toronto or Vancouver for the next 5/10/forever years and do not know how to decide what move to make next. The cities are …

Once upon a time, I loved the rugby stripe look. At my most ardent, I had two rugby shirts and I was also in the market to buy flip-flops and bought blue-and-green rugby stripe ones from Old Navy. I did not know at the time how well they would work out for me: the fabric straps are a touch dressier from rubber straps and never rub and blister the top of my feet; the shoe surface is “felted”, smooth to the touch. The flip-flops have long been cracked where the …

Since leaving the University of Waterloo in 1999, I’ve had no reason to venture into KW (Kitchener-Waterloo) and visit old haunts. Every now and then my Toronto friends, who also spent some time in KW, venture to the Etobicoke William’s and tell me and a flood of memories hit me.
With gas prices surging, lack of fast (enough) transit to Etobicoke, and time constraints, I had to visit the new Queen’s Quay location that Leo warned was really small.
No kidding. The coffee shop shares a space with some really quiet pet …

I’d be a skinny b**** right now. :) Following up from my remarks on Bethenny Frankel’s Naturally Thin, I thought I would share my favourite sayings to psych out and not eat as much as I want. I obviously need them tattooed to my hands because I do not consciously think of them every day, yet over the years they have risen to the top like cream and remain my favourite, resonating the most. (Mmmm, cream….)
Eat to live, don’t live to eat.
- I really believe this, that food should just …