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Last Sunday I left my cellphone at my parents house. When I realized this, first I thought "crap that sucks". Then, when I talked to my Mum and she informed me I'd have to wait a few days before I could get it back, I moved on to "That's going to be really inconvenient". My inner self was ready to move into full on panic mode. But I figured it's only a couple days no big deal if my main source of communication is well incommunicado. I can handle this.

Naturally I went straight to Facebook to update all the people, that clearly pay attention to my every move, that I would be without a cell for a couple days and the only way to reach me would be online. Sunday became Monday and Monday stretched out until Tuesday arrived. I think I spent most of Tuesday thinking about how I would be getting my phone back. Then it was delayed to Thursday. The rest of my Tuesday inner dialogue went something like: "THURSDAY? 2 MORE DAYS WITHOUT MY PHONE!?!?! HOW AM I GOING TO DEAL WITH THIS? No, no calm down you've gone 2 days what's two days more? Get a hold of yourself. You're right, I don't need my phone I'm not ruled by it. OMG WHAT IF I MISS A TEXT OR PHONE CALL!?!? No big deal it's fine" *twitch*.

On Wednesday night, on my way home from volleyball, I had managed to pull myself out of my cellphone induced craziness. That is until I arrived home to the front door of my building being locked and me not having my key to get in. I couldn't call my boyfriend who was upstairs or my neighbor. Even if I could find a pay phone I didn't have change or know their numbers. I did manage to connect to some sketchy wi-fi with my iPod and email my boyfriend in hopes of him reading it. Then I just stood under my window and shouted his name until he finally heard me. Okay that sucked, good thing I'm getting my phone back tomorrow.

Thursday...well hello snow, so nice to see that you are showing up just enough for my Mum to push the delivery date back to Saturday. Wait..Saturday?!?!?! FML.

So now it's Friday and I am ranting (whining?) on my blog about not having my cell for five measly days. Which brings me to ask: When did my cellphone become my life line? I know that at some point carrying around quarters to make a call was normal and I had all the numbers I needed memorized. Now panic sets in if I leave my phone at home for a day. When exactly did I become so dependent on this little piece of technology? I remember for years I only ever turned my phone on to make a quick call then turned it off again (I also remember how it infuriated my family and friends that they couldn't get a hold of me easily because of this). I used to refuse to text message people because of how impersonal it felt. Now I probably text more then I call. My phone feels like an extra appendage, and I don't even have a some super fancy model like an iPhone or Blackberry. This little blue thing with buttons is controlling my life! I'm so tempted to just toss it away and be rid of the damn thing.

What a good idea, I could be phoneless! Hell I could delete my Facebook profile, say goodbye to Twitter, stop pinning things on Pinterest and quit blogging about crap that goes on in my head. I could break away from these invisible chains that hold me down. Maybe I'll just walk away from my computer...from society! I could run away to be a hermit in the woods where I would live off the land and only accept mailed letters as forms of communication! Yes!! Why haven't I thought of this before? I could do this, it would be wonderful and oh so freeing...I'd answer to no one but myself!!! But then again...those LOL Cats are pretty cute. Guess I'll just wait until Saturday instead.


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Going Gaga Over - Current Obsessions

My never ending list rages on!

1) Tarte LipSurgence Natural Lip Stain. I have a few of these but my favourite is Enchanted. It's a lovely berry colour that goes with just about anything. These lip stains are easy to carry, easy to apply, moisturizing and full of peppermint-y goodness.

2) The Kinect for Xbox 360. This kicks some major butt. Lots of fun games like Adventures and Dance Central will have you leaping and turning around in no time. I like that I don't have to hold a controller and there is no half ass-ing it, you get some good workouts.

3) Pinterest. Seriously if you haven't checked out Pinterest yet do it! I love LOVE it.

4) I'm totally wanting a new camera so I can have some more exciting pictures to use on the blog. Right now I'm struggling with the quality I'm getting from my little point and shoot. I don't want to go too over the top or fancy though. Currently looking at the Nikon Coolpix p500 12.1mp digital

5) Red Hair! I went through a long stretch of dying my hair all sorts of variations of red and black. I eventually switched to dark brown then grew out all the colour damage. It's probably been over a year since I last dyed my hair and even though I appreciate my natural hair colour, I am feeling the itch to dye it again. Right now I am pouring over every different shade of red trying to decide a colour. All I know is I want it to look like a natural red, I will be tinting my brows to match and it will be done at a salon.

Taaa for now!


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Back To The Grind

There is nothing like the deep internal sigh that happens when you know your vacation is over. It's saying farewell to sleeping in, relaxing and the guilt free over eating that only the holiday season can give you.

Even though my time off work this year was short, it was one of the nicest and most relaxing weeks I've had in a long time. Once the whirlwind of Christmas passed, I got to spend some much needed time at home with my fella and accomplished a lot of household projects that had been sitting on my to-do list for months. For the most part, aside from groceries and bang trims, I basically didn't leave our apartment. We even decided to spend New Years at home drinking champagne, eating pizza and watching movies. But now it's back to life back to reality. C'est la vie.

Happy New Years everyone!

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Gotta Love Awkward Encounters

So dollar stores, best things ever right? A cheap place to pick up just about anything for a buck. Pens, cups, cookware, art supplies and stocking stuffers. As long as you're not too concerned with quality it's a great place to grab it. There are of course a few things I see at the local dollerama that I wouldn't really want to buy there. One of which would be a pregnancy test.

I have no problem buying cheap no-name ziplock bags, but I don't know if I would want to leave my parenthood status update to the kind folks at the buck shop. Can you just see the relief on some poor girls face when the dollar test tells her she's not pregnant; then a couple months later she feels a kick? I shudder at the thought. I'm down for a deal, but it's definitely something I would splurge on for the best possible brand. Just about every time I walk past the tests there I think to myself: does anyone actually buy these? Apparently yes.

The other day I was happily Christmas shopping with my Mum and took a detour into the dollar store to pick up some more cookie boxes for my gifting. As I stared at the shelves I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a quiet "excuse me". I turned to see a lady timidly nod her head and ask me if I could help her with something. She directed me over to where the pregnancy and ovulation tests were and asked me to explain the difference between the two. There I was standing in the dollar store trying to find the words to tell a stranger what the two tests did, while my mother looked on from a distance with a mildly amused face. After my awkward 'did someone just ask me this' pause, I went on to describe in deep and scientifically accurate terms what they were (the blue one tells you when you can get pregnant - the purple one tells you if you are) she thanked me and went on her way holding a purple box. All I could think was "good luck lady may the dollar store Gods be on your side".



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Going Rogue

Well hello there blog long time no see!

It seems I went AWOL on the internet for a bit. Aside from the odd Facebook update, my blog has sat dormant, my twitter is silent and the backlog on all my favourite reading links has certainly piled up. Sometime real life takes over and writers block kicks in and you take an unofficial hiatus...then forget you took one. Oops! All I can really say about it is: onward and upward my friends!


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Going Gaga Over: Current Obsessions

1) My new portable Air Conditioner is at the top of my favourites list right now. It makes my apartment habitable again.

2) Shark Week on Discovery Channel. Every year I get a little bit more excited for this jawesome week. This year I made t-shirts. No big deal, I'm just a nerd.

3) Tarte Lights Camera Splashes Mascara. This is my new go-to item. It's Waterproof so I can't sweat it off and my face doesn't react to it. Plus my lashes look great.

4) Bronzers/Self Tanners. I don't know why but my legs no longer seem to retain any sort of tan. So I have to fake it. Right now bronzer is where it's at.

5) Swimming. My parents pool, a lake, a river, an ocean...it doesn't matter where I just want to swim.

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Gorging Ourselves

This past weekend The Boy and I took an outing to Taste of the Danforth. Every year Greektown shuts down the street to cars and opens up booths filled with stomach satisfying food. There's usually a mini carnival as well for the little kids. But for the big kids the good eats is where it's at.

(Roasted corn on the cob)

We started off with a really good pulled pork poutine, however in a haze of hungry appreciation I did not stop to take a picture until we had already moved on to the corn on the cob. The corn is cook in it's husk which gets pulled back before the vendor dips it into warm butter and hands it over. You can then proceed to a side table that is filled with spice shakers so you can season your corn to your hearts content.

(Chicken Souvlaki on a Pita)

I think it's illegal to go to Taste of the Danforth and not eat souvlaki.

(Loukoumades/Greek Honey Balls)

So these little fried balls of dough may not look special in this picture, but man are they delicious. For only a few bucks I got 12 of them still warm and sprinkled with fragrant cinnamon. I also picked up some rather large pieces of Baklava (my Mum would disown me if I hadn't brought her some) at the same time. My mouth waters just thinking about biting into these tasty morsels. Can somebody please bring me a few dozen more?

In a health conscious move, we stopped off to get some watermelon to help wash down some of the more greasy food. Unfortunately we then washed the watermelon down with ice cream. Sometimes you just have to let your taste buds lead you.

And now I think I hear the gym calling.


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