Dinner for Two

It’s been a long time. Bullet points this is how my life has been.

  • working tons
  • traveling tons for work
  • overworked and underpaid
  • nailed down a wedding date and venue

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Finding My Footing

For the first time in my adult life I feel disorganized.

I’m a girl who likes lists. I use my day planner on the regular, I make lists of books I want to read, places I want to go, makeup I want to buy. I like to prioritize. But these past few months I feel like I’m constantly chasing after my life. It’s running away and I’m just trying to keep up with it.

My new position is challenging, but in the best way possible. Being in charge of an entire district that is spaced out over such a large area has been hard to manage. I’m finding that I’m spending most of my week in the car, in the air and in hotels. But I know I need to be grateful. I was bored in my last position, and if it wasn’t for this promotion I’d be sitting in my office twiddling my thumbs. My first week managing the district I came home on the Friday and I broke down. I was mean and nasty to Geordie and I felt like I was not going to get the hang of things. But I’m the consummate overreactor, and things are starting to make sense. I just need to find the time to write things down, set the bar realistically, and open my eyes to see the results I’m getting instead of just feeling overwhelmed.

Kelowna is a lovely city and the transition to living here has been easier than I had anticipated. Our new condo is beautiful, and it’s so mind blowing to have all of this space and be paying less than what we were paying in Vancouver. I finally feel settled and can spend the time sprucing the place up knowing that we’ll be here for the foreseeable future. People are nice here, it’s almost like being back in Winnipeg, except the scenery is better. It’s a smaller city, big enough that it has a Sephora, but small enough that people still have manners. It feels comfortable.

I’m also getting back to basics with my food and exercise, but that’s a post for another day.

Finally, I have to rave about a product. Being the beauty product whore that I am, I’m always looking for something to make me feel better about my poor, unbalanced skin. And then this came into my life.


This mask has saved my life over the past two weeks. My skin has been looking tired, dull and uneven. I’ve used this twice over the past couple of weeks and I can honestly say it is the best mask I have ever used from Lush (or anywhere else for that matter). It’s gritty texture makes for a great exfoliant when you’re washing it off, and it gets slightly warm, which always tricks me into feeling like its working better! And in comparison to most lush products this is not that expensive at all. My new fave.


I had planed to write a big long schpeel about being one year post op. And then I was clicking through the VSG vlogs that I enjoy watching and I saw LessOfSarah’s latest video. Dr. Aceves, who performed countless┬ábariatric surgeries including my own passed away. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel absolutely gutted. I’ve heard before that people can have a certain “messiah complex” when it comes to their surgeons. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I saw Dr. Aceves as my savior, but I did and still do credit him as the man who gave me the tools to take back control over my life. Continue reading


Remember back in the early 2000’s when livejournal was still a thing, and msn messenger usage was rampant? Is my age showing by admitting that these kinds of things were everything to me when I was younger? Along with these terrible online outlets for teen angst, there was also the ubiquitous “survey”. Where you would answer random questions about yourself, 0r give a certain number of facts about yourself and then your friends would do the same. I’m feeling a bit nostalgic for that so I decided to do a 27 facts about me, since you know… I’m an old 27 year old hag. Continue reading

Sometimes I Like to Get Drunk…

And blog, and listen to bad music, and pretend I’m Adele circa 2007. This is what working in Fort St. John has done to me. I retreat to my hotel and drink too much Pinot Grigio (eww since when do I drink white wine?) and snack on almonds all while crooning “Make You Feel My Love’.

I have to drink alone in my hotel room because last weekend I was stalked around the hotel bar, and on to the next bar by this creepy woman and her super cute Irish boyfriend. Apparently her name was Lisa as well and she was trying to get me to have a three-way with them. It was terrifying. I don’t do three-ways. I only do me-ways. Continue reading

The Ties That Bind

My family dynamics are complicated. I’m sure everyone feels this way in some capacity, but I feel it to the extreme.

I haven’t spoken to my mother in nearly 3 years. Today she called me to tell me that my uncle who I have very little contact with is dying of lung cancer. It was the strangest conversation of my life, when it ended I felt a strange sense of emptiness. Not emptiness in the sense of loss, but emptiness in the sense of being totally devoid of emotion. My mother and I have never been particularly close. I acknowledge that I probably wasn’t an easy child to raise. I was very closed up, unable to express my emotions. But my mother is ill-suited to be a parent. She can be maternal, but there are issues mentally that I feel make her unable to make the selfless sacrifices needed to raise a child, especially a daughter. Continue reading