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Sippy cups and ex-husbands

September 8, 2010

ShareThere is no educational or social redeeming content in this video whatsoever. Just me doing my damnedest to be funny. I delivered this at one of my new Toastmasters clubs. It’s a cross between a stand up comedy routine and an “icebreaker speech” (a Toastmasters speech project where you introduce yourself to the club.) The [...]

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8 reasons why pajamas are my wardrobe of choice

May 19, 2010

Share For the past several weeks, I’ve been wearing pajamas exclusively. In public. Every day. Grocery shopping, out for lunch, the entire road trip through Mexico, on the airplane (no one said “boo” about it), to the movies, to the mechanic, out walking the dog. Even out for dinner with my high profile, semi-famous (and [...]

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Growing to accept my feet

May 10, 2010

ShareThese are my feet. Cute, huh? For most of my life I hated my feet. Hated them. Thought I owned the ugliest set of feet in the whole entire world. Fred Flintstone feet, I called them. I would compare my feet to other feet. And found mine lacking. Too big. Too fat. And what’s with [...]

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Our wild escape from Mexico

May 6, 2010

ShareNo. I did not look down. Well, maybe a little. I’ve been on the road traveling for the past 2 weeks. My *intention* was to continue to journal and to write some blog posts on the road. My *reality* was…well…not that. There’s a whole other post about the loss of awareness that resulted from not [...]

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Put one foot in front of the other…and don’t look down

April 13, 2010

ShareWhen I was a kid, every week I watched the Bugs Bunny Roadrunner Hour. My favourite cartoons were the ones where Wile E Coyote chases the Roadrunner. I really liked the Acme products. It was always so exciting to see what might show up in that box. Rocket shoes. Anvils. And of course, my favourite: [...]

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Why I spent all day Monday attending a 90 minute bellydance class

March 18, 2010

ShareI’m pretty sure hell is made up of treadmills, weight machines and sadistic Phys Ed teachers. I hate exercise. And it’s NOT MY FAULT. When I was a little kid (back in the day when children were allowed to play outside unsupervised) I was extremely active. Skipping (for fun!), riding my bike (to go places) [...]

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