Month: October 2014

Would you live here?

The Brentwood, California home that used to belong to Marilyn Monroe is for sale. Monroe was found dead in this home the age of 36 of an apparent suicide ( I have to say it because you know, CIA conspiracies and all that jazz).



Would you live in this home knowing it was the scene of Marilyn Monroe’s death?

Would you buy a home knowing someone,anyone (famous or not) had died there?

Personally, I love the look and feel of this home and if I had the money would snatch it up because it’s beautiful. Even though I love Marilyn Monroe’s movies, I’d give the house a good old sage cleansing before I unpack my boxes.

I would give any home I live in a sage cleansing. If I could I would give people a sage cleansing.

Click here for more photos of the listing

Marilyn thanks you for your time 



A Halloween costume retrospective (It’s just a bunch of Hocus Pocus)

It’s Devils Night! Keep your pumpkins in the backyard and your cats indoors; there’s mischief afoot!


I love you, Max Dennison

I feel like a little kid again. I’m getting anxious and have so much running around to do for last minute costume preparation with Matt. We’re going to a Halloween/Birthday party for our friends Sarah and Josh and I’m pulling a Kate Middleton and recycling a costume. We’re going to the party as Dorothy and the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. I’ve been Dorothy almost every years since I was thirteen years old. What can I say, I’m lazy and the costume still fits.

Shake it off. Haters gonna hate hate hate. 

Tomorrow I’m going to watch Hocus Pocus while I get ready for the party and count how many Elsa’s show up at my front door for candy. I won’t give out any Kit Kat’s unless they sing a verse from Let it Go. Sorry, kids. This ain’t no free ride. You’re going to have to sing for your supper. Literally.

I’ve been posting some throwback pics from Halloween’s of yesteryear on my Instagram account and thought I’d share some of my favourite costumes with all of you!

Let’s travel back in time to 1988

To any parent thinking of dressing their child up as a clown: Don’t do it. Let my mother’s actions be a cautionary tale to you all.

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Good luck sleeping tonight, Mommy Dearest

My Mom always asks why my sister and I pick on her (lovingly of course) and I think it all stems back to this moment. We look right pissed.

This next gem is from 1989 or as I like to call it, “The year we didn’t give a f*ck. ”

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Look at us, being all politically incorrect. My poor sister is walking around appropriating Indigenous Canadian culture and I’m literally wearing a pillow case on my head.  My costume is one pointed hood away from being incredibly offensive! And my Mom’s just smiling away like nothing in the world is wrong…

In 1992, I begged my Nani to make me  a She-Ra, Princess of Power costume. She-Ra was a hyper-sexed bad-ass and the twin sister of He-Man.

This is what I wanted to wear: 2243636-3239456630_c064f895b6

This is what I ended up wearing.

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I’m not sure why I refused to take off my mittens, but I feel they really added a certain something to my look. Of course, nobody knew who I was supposed to be, but I went to Halloween parties that year and I slayed everyone with my Sword of Protection.

Hocus Pocus minus 1 (1994)

The year after the movie Hocus Pocus was released, my sister and I decided to dress up as the Sanderson Sisters for Halloween. I lost the epic battle to be beautiful Sarah and instead, went out for Halloween as Mary; the vacuum cleaner riding, husky, barking witch with slight facial paralysis.

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Everyone thought we were Marilyn Monroe and Little Red Riding Hood,  but we didn’t care. We yelled for Thackery Binx and pretended we had never seen paved roads before. 90’s kids can relate, this movie is a Halloween and Hollywood classic.

What were some of your favourite Halloween costumes? What are you dressing up as this year?

Tell! Tell!

Yes, Please: Ben Affleck

Careful, everyone.  Avert your eyes, alert the church elders because this post contains pure sex:

That’s right.

You know you want it.

A sleepy looking, scruffy, salt and pepper-haired Ben Affleck.


Via Lainey Gossip

Are you kidding me? I’m actually getting angry. He looks too good. 


I could chip a tooth off of his back muscles. I don’t even mind the flat bum and kindergarten pants look that’s going on south of the navel.

Just hug me. Hold me. Bring on the beard burn. Like steel wool, just rub your face all over my face. It’s okay if you draw blood. I’ll wear my disfigurement like a badge.

I can go to sleep now.

Thank you, Internet. Thank you.

Who’s your celeb crush these days? I open the floor to more hotness.

Things that went right

At night before I fall asleep I usually play back everything that went wrong that day:

How I accidentally called a co-worker “Dude” , how I noticed my hair has been falling out (stress? malnutrition? Diet Pepsi?) and how Paris Geller didn’t get into Harvard.

I have trouble falling and staying asleep, so I’ve been trying to get out all of the nervous energy by taking up knitting and writing before bed. Last night I forgot where the heck I hid my journal and my knitting was on the floor below me and I’m lazy as hell and couldn’t leave the perfect cocoon I created with my blankets. I could hear the clock ticking from down the hall, I could feel myself about to begin the nightly ritual of replaying everything that did/could/will go wrong in my life so instead I tried to think everything that went RIGHT yesterday.

Here are a few I’d like to share:

– Birthday cake flavoured M&M’s. It sounds gross, but my BFF bought them in the US because she knows my love affair with candy. I ate them for dinner. I’m a grown-up. This is what grown-ups do. They were a little strange at first but then it was like a birthday in my mouth. That sounds dirty. Gross.

– I was having one of my existential Shia LaBouf moments and luckily Matt was over to talk some sense into me. The whole conversation ended with me making up a song about my despair that made us both laugh. It was so silly and off key, but it snapped me out of my Fantine-like state.We rounded out the night by marathoning Mindy Project episodes at his request, letting his man crush on Chris Messina blossom into a full blown obsession.

– While I was supposed to be doing homework I was researching for my short story collection and realized I still had access to my university’s library e-journals. JSTOR ALL DAY EVERYDAY! This made me so happy. I read pages and pages of studies and the creative juices finally started flowing.


Tell me about your day. What went RIGHT for you?

Katniss kids, I just don’t get it.

I’m going to lose followers and friends but I have to say it : I don’t get the appeal of the Hunger Games.

I’m convinced this is because I’ve only read the first book, but I’ve seen both movies (as of yesterday) and I’m confused about the hype.


My best friend Rebecca goes all out for these movies (she probably wore a braid to see Catching Fire). She reads like a machine and unlike me, loves beautiful people starring in YA book adapted movies and TV shows. I’m more for people on TV living in the house from Roseanne and having sexy drug addictions or motorcycle gangs.

Matt and I watched Catching Fire last night and I felt like the whole movie was rushed. Is it because I didn’t read the book? Has that ever happened to you? You think the movie is as good as the book because you know all the details, know what’s going to happened, have the background details? I know why Matt wanted to watch – Jennifer Lawrence in spandex running around with beach waves I couldn’t even get from Bumble and Bumble.

Also, I want to know who’s a better crier: Jennifer Lawrence or Shailene Woodley in Divergent?  There were so many freak out scenes in Catching Fire I wanted to pass JLaw an Ativan and say night night.

Lawrence sells the bad-ass look better than Woodley, but Shailene’s tears are gold. GOLD!

Should I read the books instead?

What do you suggest. Am I showing my age by not caring about these things? I think in about 25 years I’ll be that old woman whose kids moved out so now she starts reading teen books to feel like she’s connected to them. I’ll also decide that will be the perfect time to get a belly button ring.


Chris Martin and Jennifer Lawrence split? Do you think it was Goop baby mama drama?


Via People

No joke, I think Gwyneth would be the hardest baby mama to get along with. I love Coldplay but you couldn’t pay me enough money to get involved with the ex of the former macrobiotic queen.

It’s probably one of those cases where  magazines will say, “Jennifer just wants to be single” or “Chris was too old for her” blah blah blah.

Tell me what happened! Was he too boring? He looks too boring.

Lawrence seems to have a thing for the Brits.

So who should she date next?


Traveling to 1989 with T.S

I downloaded it. Not at midnight, but still. First thing this morning I was on iTunes buying my copy of Taylor Swift’s new album, 1989. I was a skeptic, totally doubting whether or not Swift’s new sound would be as pleasing to the ears as her country roots, but I’m a believer. Pass the kool-aid and the high-waisted pants, I’m in.


I’ve professed my love for Out of the Woods but so far after my first listen, I’m loving Wildest Dreams. There’s a Lana/Lorde feel to Wildest Dreams that fills my melodramatic, black nail polish painted heart with glee. Like an older sibling, whenever I hear Swift talk about a beautiful man running his hands through her hair and leaving his clothes in her room, I’m a little shocked…and then reaching out for a high five wanting to know the dirty deets.

You know you would want nothing more than to sit with Swift in comfy sweaters and a bottle of wine and ask for play by plays of every date, every kiss, every roll in the hay. Then we’d have a discussion about the importance of safe sex (for the youth of America) and then have an epic dance party to Prince or Paula Abdul (1989 hit-makers, heyo).

Did you buy? Have you listened?

Are you secretly wishing she were born in 1987 so she could catch up to your 27 year old soul and write songs about friends getting married and wanting to still be free and explore the world? No? Just me?

You need to hear:

Wildest Dreams

Bad Blood (If it’s really about Katy Perry, it’s epic girl shit)

I Know Places


Oh, Canada

This week has been a somber one in Canada, especially in Ottawa and Hamilton (where I live). I’ve been glued to the news, reading as much as I can about the Ottawa shootings and the death of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo, the Hamilton soldier who was killed while guarding the National War Memorial.

It’s been difficult to read the stories of Cpl. Cirillo’s death and the accounts from the witnesses who courageously ran to his aid and tried to save him. This tragedy occurred just days after a hit and run in St-Jean-Sur-Richelieu, Quebec which killed soldier Patrice Vincent, a man who dedicated 28 years of his life to the military.


Drawing by Bruce MacKinnon

Everyone I’ve talked to, friends, family and co-workers have the same sentiment: No more, please. No more.

The only comfort this week has been the united front from Canadians who are collectively grieving and offering their condolences to the families of this week’s victims.

I haven’t felt like blogging this week. It just doesn’t seem appropriate to discuss pop culture and over-share my life when my hometown is still reeling from this week’s events. Hopefully next week I’ll be in better spirits.

Losing a pet and adopting again

One of my favourite blogs, Professional Dreamer, recently published a heartbreaking post about the loss of her beloved dog, Beth. It was so honest and filled with raw grief, it immediately took me back to 2005 when I lost my first pet, Zeus. There’s a sense of innocence that dies with your childhood pet that makes the grieving process that much harder. For me, I naively believed Zeus would live forever, and was filled with anger when I had to put her down.

When I was three years old, I fell down a neighbour’s stairs, hitting my head on a metal support beam in their basement and fractured my skull. In the hospital, my parents asked me what they could do to make me feel better. I know it sounds crazy because I was only a little tot, but I remember asking for a puppy. Weeks later, wearing my protective hockey helmet (part of the recovery process. I looked super cool!) we went to a local breeder to pick out the perfect addition to our family. The story goes (and it’s one of my favourite stories), a little white fluff ball left her mother and the rest of her litter and made her way over to me. When the breeder took the little runt back to her mother, she promptly crawled back to me. Everyone agreed: She chose us. It was meant to be.


Me (top) with my Sister (right) and the Zeuster

For 15 years, Zeus (affectionately called Zeusie because she was female) was my best friend and the friendliest dog. Whenever we had visitors, she would howl to say hello, and then run into the kitchen, grab a tea-towel from the oven handle and greet you, leaving her gift at your feet. I wrote Zeusie valentines day cards, gave her Christmas presents, celebrated her birthday and fell asleep next to her on the living room floor. We were buds.  A blood clot in her foot when she was 15 lead to the amputation of part of her paw. The vet said there was little chance she would recover and the best thing to do was put her down, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It cost thousands of dollars, but she miraculously recovered, wearing baby socks on her sore paw.

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Tea towel totin’ pup!

We had three more great years together before her aching hips, and inability to walk lead our family to make the tough decision to put her to sleep. It was and still is the worst day of my life. I refused to go home to our empty house for two weeks, crying day and night at my grandparent’s house for the loss of my pup. I asked questions like, “Where did she go? How does someone just stop being? What’s the point of all of this?” Existential and dramatic? Yes, but it was my first experience with death and I loved her so much.

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Awkward teenage years and still best buds

I vowed to never have another pet, specifically another dog, but the emptiness in the house was too much to handle. It was too quiet and I missed having an animal to cuddle with. Months later, on what would have been Zeusie’s birthday, my mom took me to the SPCA to adopt a cat. We were standing in the lobby, looking at a little orange kitten when a woman walked up to us and said, “That kitten hissed and scratched my daughter. Don’t get her.”

Excuse you, lady. Don’t ever tell me what to do!

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Honey is judging you while writing the great Canadian novel

I put the kitten in my arms and she immediately purred and fell asleep. It was fate. We signed the papers and just like that, I had another pet. I won’t lie. At first I felt guilty. I cried all the way home from a mix of joy and sadness. From the minute we brought Honey home, the dynamic in the house changed. We would laugh at her exploring the house, trying to nurse my finger tips, and getting stuck in closets and under bed frames. I became an obsessive, crazy cat lady. It’s been 10 years and I’m loving every minute of it.

Years later, I adopted Penny, my little Shorkie terrier. This time there were no feelings of guilt, no sadness or hesitation. I knew I could love and take care of a pup in need, so I ate my words and became a dog owner again.

Penny and Me

Penny & Me, 2012

The death of a pet is devastating. No matter how many you’ve lost, it never gets easier. You can listen to ‘The Circle of Life’ on the Lion King soundtrack as many times as you want, but it still breaks your heart when they go. Sometimes I see Zeusie’s collar and I still get emotional that she’s no longer here. Sometimes I even look at Honey and Penny and think about the day they’ll be gone too. The thing that keeps me going is the thought that I’m so lucky to have their unconditional love in my life. The only thing I can do is make their time on earth the happiest it can possibly be, and when that time comes, I’ll do the same for another animal in need.

Everyone is different, and I don’t mean to suggest everyone go out and adopt another animal right away. This is simply my story of grief and opening my heart again to another pet (or pets).

My thoughts go out to Sian and her family on the loss of Beth. Take the time to mourn but be sure to remember the good times and how much she enriched your life. Big hugs your way.


Marie Claire wants you to Dress Skinny

Ugh. The size wars. Size equality and body acceptance is a struggle not isolated to the media, but one I fight on a daily basis when I’m jumping up and down to get my pants to fit over my bum.  I’m constantly on the hunt for a reason to get angry about size inequality. Whenever I see advertisements that promote weight loss part of me is intrigued while the other half is recreating scenes from Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman.

Here’s what I’m fired up about today, and why I think you should be fired up or like, warmed up, maybe even have a little hot flash over:

Marie Claire has published a book of fashion tips and tricks called Dress Skinny. Although “skinny” that unhealthily coveted image is in the title, the very next line of the title says, “Perfecting Your Style, Flattering Your Body, and Looking Fabulous.”


Hmm.. I Googled it. I had to. I couldn’t resist. Anything from a women’s magazine that should promote size equality using “Skinny” and an image of Heidi Klum in it’s title gets me a little riled up.

Here’s the book’s summary from the publisher’s website:

Size does not matter. By knowing how to dress your body—playing up assets, minimizing other parts—you will master the art of presenting your perfect self every day, for every occasion. With chapters devoted to hips, bust, waist, legs and arms, Marie Claire’s Dress Skinny curates a rich, inspiring selection of the right shapes, proportions, colors, and lingerie that are designed to flatter specific areas. Designers weighing in on the subject include: Michael Kors, Carolina Herrera, Tommy Hilfiger, Josie Natori and more. Dress Skinny is an unapologetic, innovative, and refreshing approach to reshaping your whole sense of style


Tsk tsk tsk.

Tricking me into anger  over promoting all things skinny and then telling me size doesn’t matter. If size doesn’t matter, why use such a buzz word?

shut your damn mouth



Because you know I’ll buy into anything promising to help me look thinner? Because you know how I secretly wish I had a thigh gap even though I know it’s unhealthy and unnatural? Because even though I’m not a size 0, I should dress like I could be considered a slim size 4?  Because “Dress Your Best” didn’t test well with focus groups? Or because “Dress For Your Shape – Or Don’t Because You’re Beautiful” was too long to put on a cover?

I’m calling you out, MC. That’s shady and mixed messages. No matter which way you slice it, you’re playing on both insecurities and the need for woman to accept their bodies.

It’s up to you ladies. If you want to dress like a skinny size 8, 12 , 16 or 20 buy this tripe.

Judging you. Judging you hard.


Date day!

I’ve been trying to use up my holiday days before the year is over so I’ve been MIA from the blogging world for the past few days.

I’d like to say my extra long weekend was adventure filled, but it was mostly spent in bed marathon-ing Gilmore Girls on Netflix.

On Friday I did get to spend some time with my niece, Abby who hilariously fears when anyone calls on speakerphone because she’s terrified Ursula from the Little Mermaid will steal your voice. I laughed. I shouldn’t have laughed but I did!

Saturday/Sunday – Low key chill days where I debate washing my hair or even putting on pants.

Monday was date day!

Matt’s off school for reading week so I took Monday off and we went to Niagara on the Lake for a day of Autumnal fun. The median age of this Stars Hollow look-a-like town is 65, which means I fit right in. Anywhere with a sea of sport coats and the scent of Aqua Net is my kinda place!

We started the afternoon with lunch at the Irish Harp. We ate till our bellies were full and took pictures like tourists.

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Irish Harp

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Niagara on the Lake has already busted out it’s Christmas decor. I’m not a big fan of the most wonderful time of the year, but I think I know what I’m getting Matt for Christmas….


One of the weird things we like to do is check out old cemetery’s. It’s a little morbid, but we love it. We found some gems and completed our spooky Halloween themed trip with a jaunt among the deceased.

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So cool right? The spookiest part was when I tripped over a gravestone, looked down and saw my own name.


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A nap (a five hour nap) capped off a wonderful Date Day!


Now you know where I’ve been. What have you been up to?

Once I get back into the swing of things with work and school (lots of projects due this week) I’ll be writing more commentary on pop culture and life things.