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a night on the town

is just what the doctor ordered!!

babe scored some tickets to a concert for last night.

we went to go see Kenny Chesney.  why not!  i mean i am not a country fan, but floor seats, down town Toronto and babe sounds like a fun night.

and it was.  there are youtube videos and pictures to document the insanity – and no – i will not post the videos. lol

we went to a swanky, over the top restaurant before the concert.
what to eat, what to eat???
a burger cost 20 bucks!!!  how could i order a 20 dollar burger and feel ok about throwing away the bun??

so this is what i ordered…

it’s some sort of chicken with “the chefs secret sauce” …there was definitely soy sauce and hot sauce in there…i gotta tell you it was delicious.
mmm mmm good.

see how much i am enjoying it? lol

here were some other options on the menu.

waaaay over priced, but you know what?  i would go back again.
i mean they had heated toilet seats!!!  heated toilet seats people!!!!
i never ever sit on a public toilet – but how could you not try it out?

and these were your options:

kinda makes a 20 dollar burger acceptable lol

as if the washroom wasn’t sweet enough…there is a wall of wine on your way in and out.  um hi, this would be my heaven.

once we were done and asked for the bill – this is what we got:

at least they have a sense of humour! clever clever

i would do it all again in a heart beat.  what an awesome night!

i leave you with a picture of the well known CN Tower…so pretty at night!

and one of the CN tower from babe’s sunroof!

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smell ya later

spring has most definitely sprung in Toronto…
i have the sun burn to prove it 🙂
my face has been kissed by the sun and it makes me feel so alive!
my freckles are coming out, my desire to be outdoors longer has reawakened…
the days are getting significantly longer, and the birds are waking me up at 4am.
(at first i thought this was cute, now i wish they could wait till at least 6am)
summer is right around the corner and this makes for a very happy bee
i don’t even go near my computer till late in the evening!!

with the warmer weather…comes the stinky people.
really, there was no way to sugar coat that statement.

the gym has been a bit of a struggle for me over the past couple of weeks.
not in the sense that it has been difficult for me to get motivated enough to work out..
thankfully i still want to go.

face it…when you are working out…you sweat.
i get it.
in the winter months that was fine…but now that it’s warmer outside…it’s warmer inside.
my gym has yet to turn on the A/C
i personally think it should be on all year round in a gym – but hey that’s just my opinion.

walking in to the gym…you instantly feel this mugginess.
the only fans there are ceiling fans at the very back of the gym – the part of the gym i don’t use.
it feels like there is no air circulating…at all.
literally after 5 minutes of weights…i am already hot….never mind getting my butt on the elliptical.
doing my 30 minutes on the elliptical is a little harder these days.  i guess more sweat is a good thing…but it is a bit of a struggle.

the machines are lined up against a wall next to eachother,  so you are always working out beside someone.
no biggie.

you are all aware of my food issues…but i am not sure if i have ever discussed my “smell” issues. lol
i have a thing about taking in someone elses…scent.
i can deal with perfume and all things pretty (to a degree)…but when it comes to bodily functions, i swear…i want to hurl.
i do not deal well.
i think it came from years of relying on public transit that turned me a little OCD in the personal hygiene department.

so, i am kicking ass on the elliptical…running my little booty off…and i’d say about 10 minutes into it…i am struck with a wall of stank.
it could be comparable to walking into a room full of prepubescent boys…and their dirty hockey equipment.
no offense to the boys who may read this…it’s just boys have this unique smell when they are sweaty….i grew up with 2 brothers…i am very well aware of this smell.

so on the elliptical i am surrounded by sweaty people…who are getting sweatier as the seconds tick by.
there have been times i thought i wouldn’t make it…that i couldn’t even do a full 30 minutes on the elliptical because the smell of other people was making me nauseous.
seriously.  a little deodorant goes a long way people.

(don’t even get me started on the sounds some of these people make.  it’s enough to make a hooker blush!
meh, that’s another post for another day.)

so as soon as my 30 minutes are up…i race into the change room and wash my hands…because…alot of people don’t wipe down the equipment after they have used it…so my sweaty hands have mingled with someone elses sweaty hands – and that thought alone makes me queasy. (that is another huge pet peeve of mine  – wipe down your sweat when you are done people!!)
i grab my stuff and race right outta the gym, sanitizing my hands as i zoom home… and throw myself in the shower.

thank god i live so close to the gym and don’t have to use the showers there…that’s a whole other OCD moment i won’t bore you with. lol

i am hoping the A/C kicks in soon…otherwise i am going to have to find more creative ways to get my cardio on…cause i am not sure how much more stink i can tolerate.
i might have to dust off my Turbo Jam and give it a go.

as you were 🙂

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circle of memories

i am an extremely sentimental person.
i call myself a memory hoarder.  if something means anything to me…i keep it.
whether it was given by someone i still love, or someone i don’t…if it brings me a sweet memory…i keep it.
i have a box in my storage room of notes passed between me and friends in high school!
some notes even from grade 7 and 8.
(you know the days before cell phones and text messages)

enter the ring.

my 2nd favourite ring of all time.

it looks like this:

this was a gift i gave myself.

i’ve been almost losing my ring for a good 2 months now
when i go to grab a water from it’s case it falls off…or in the shower…
i have found it under my pillow in the morning…in a complete panic when i realize that it’s no longer on my finger.
doing my hair in the morning
etc etc etc

For over 20 years this ring has pretty much occupied my finger
it would rarely ever be taken off
through the years it fit differently..but it always fit
sometimes i would struggle to just get it past the knuckle and sometimes it would fit perfectly like Cinderella’s slipper
it barely fits at all.

i have to retire my ring.
sure i could put it on another finger…but it would feel misplaced, unusual…wrong.

and so this is how my mind works.
my memory is not that great, but it’s amazing the things i recall as if they happened yesterday.
this is what my ring reminds me of.

it was 1990.  i think.
yeah it had to be 1990.
it was the first time my parents ever allowed me to leave the small city to head to the big city with my bff’s and no parental supervision
i am pretty sure a friends’ dad drove us down, and i lied to my parents saying we had a ride back when in reality we took the train home.
we went to Toronto to go see Sinead O’Connor in concert.  this is when she was underground, semi normal and really angry
like me
my favourite song was Troy.
i was wearing jean shorts at least 4 sizes too big (i think these were actually made by a pair of my dad’s old jeans), a white long sleeved shirt…my uber cool swatch watch… and black converse shoes
to the young-uns reading this…yes, converse shoes were cool 20 years ago….and if i remember correctly, they cost me no more than 18 dollars
imagine my coronary when i recently spent over 60 bucks on a pair.
i had spent 6 hours getting my hair done in braids and then beaded…not for that specific occassion since i had that look at least 3 times.  i think i just did it to piss my dad off 🙂
we went to the coolest/biggest mall in Toronto and hung out like we belonged…like we were cool
i gave a homeless man all my change, and then he tried to steal my pack of smokes.
we went in to a jewellery store and that is where i saw the ring
it was 15 dollars then…still a hefty price for a little girl like me.
my friends all thought it looked great, and thought that i should get it.  and so i did
it felt like such a grown up moment
i was in the big city, i bought my first real piece of jewellery…i was having the time of my life
which is a rare thing for me to say about my teenage years
i thought i would die seeing my bald idol perform.  i wrote down every song she sang on my leg.  i have a picture but i can’t seem to find it…which is a little upsetting.
after the concert we went to Union station and waited for our train…
on a total adrenalin rush.
playing with my ring between my fingers (which i still do to this day)
talking and laughing sitting on the ground…when i turn around
and a man with a trench coat on whips out his pecker.
true story
i pulled at my friends shirt and he showed her his pecker too.  lol…he showed all of us his pecker.
i was mortified!!!!!!!!!! i think my face turned a million shades of red.
is this what the big city was about????
that was a time men could do that…and no one would ever consider calling the police over it.
he was referred to as the pecker man for many years to come.

we were probably exactly like the girls that drive me mental today
squeaky, energetic, giggly

i promised i would never forget what it was like to be that young
but i really think i did
this ring…brings back all those amazingly awesome feelings of that day…of my youth

so i may retire the ring…
but i will never, ever give it away.
maybe when my lil’ bee is old enough…she can wear it…and the ring can make new memories.

here i am with my girls on that very day.  one girl is missing cause she is taking the picture.

it almost scares me to remember that in one of those bags is a white blouse with black polka dots i bought from le chateau.  my mom ruined it with bleach and i cried. lol

a part of me wants to go to this mall…since now i am the big city girl…and see if i can find that exact spot…and take a picture now, 20 years later.
thanks for taking a road trip in my mind.  it was fun
suddenly i have the desire to pull out my sinead cd!

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kiss the rain

do you remember that song?  Kiss the Rain – Billy Myers?

the title of that song came in my head during my walk the other day.

i came home from work, got ready for my 5 mile walk.  got my shoes on and went out and noticed it was raining.  well, more than raining.  it was pretty much pouring.
a typical fall day here in Toronto.
any other time in my life i would have taken that as a “sign” (meaning an excuse to be laaaazy)
and i would have thrown off the shoes, got in to my jammies, turned on the fire place and ate some sort of cold weather comfort food and patted myself on the back for having good intentions.
but i was actually bummed.  i really wanted to walk.
and then it dawned on me…well…why couldn’t i walk?  it’s only rain for god’s sake…it’s not gonna burn my skin…only holy water has that ability.

but we were umbrella -less.
no problemo.
we made a mad dash to the dollar store….arrived there soaking wet and still determined.

umbrellas in hand we began our walk.  it was nice at first.  almost healing if that makes sense.
i have always loved walking in the rain…since i was a child….but more a hot summer rain.
the further we got…the harder the rain fell.  the walk took a poo poo-ish turn
we were getting soaked, even armed with umbrellas.
i’m a stubborn girl…when i have something in my head i do it…but half way through the walk…well i was just not enjoying it at all.
the rain was just falling too hard.
so instead of suffering through it…we went home.
s’ok, instead of 5 miles i got in 2.78 miles.
better than sitting on my ass doing nothing.

i think that down pour may have stirred a cold within tho’.  i cannot afford a cold.  there is too much fun to be had.
but i’d do it again…go walking in the rain.  in a heartbeat.
that’s my story 🙂

click here to listen to Kiss the Rain

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