Pay Stub Snub

Yippie it's pay day and I got a pay stub. Having just come back from maternity leave 3 weeks ago (that long already??) I wasn't sure if I would have been added back to the pay list so it was a nice surprise to know that I got my pay stub, which means I got paid, right? Wrong! I have the stub that shows me the money I should have gotten but my account, she got nothing! How hard is this people? Come on!!!! Anyway, apparently it should be fixed by tomorrow but I won't hold my breath. I never understand why these things are so hard.

Sure wish I had money to buy this:

Love you Marc Jacobs, but the only shopping I will be doing until I get paid is for groceries.

Hello friends, goodbye friend

Another packed weekend for me, full of visits and things to do. Friday night the fabulous LG came to town and stayed with us for the weekend. So nice to see her. Waylon was beside himself with glee since she left the door open to the guest room so he could sneak in there and sleep with her. Jojo took full advantage of that as well. Then on Saturday two more lovely ladies arrived (KLE and JM) with a little male play date for Stevie. So funny to watch the kids interact and spot the hilarious differences between little boys and girls. It was great to have all the ladies together to chat and find out what's been going on in each other's lives. All of us living vicariously through LG as she was the only non-married, non-momma of the bunch and leads a far more exciting life than the rest of us. Fully caught up it was then time for the Quebec girls to head on home, just in time for little C's nap as well. I am sure that little guy crashed as soon as the car pulled away.

Then we headed out to get a movie and buy some dinner. Dinner was delicious (pasta, garlic bread and a sauce made with Vodka) the movie, not so much. Colin Farrell made it seem like it might be worth it (although truthfully, I don't really like him). The guy at the video store said it definitely was. Both were wrong. It was so boring and not nearly as funny as video store guy claimed it was. We should have rented 21 like we originally planned. Then it was off to bed to dream about the next day's brunch. And brunch was definitely the highlight of the weekend. To start off it was granola and milk. The best granola you can find as well. So good that LG asked if they sold it so she could take some home to Toronto with her. Then we had Eggs Benedict. But not just an ordinary serving of it. This was nicely sliced French bread topped with crab cakes, topped with the eggs and then the sauce. Served with salad, bacon, sausage and roasted potatoes. You would think that would be enough. You would be wrong. After that we were then brought a hot scone each served with a Grand Marnier infused mascarpone cheese spread. It almost brought tears to your eyes it was so delicious. I'm talking, last meal of your life delicious. So worth the $20 that it cost.

After we stuffed our faces we decided to walk it off with a little shopping. Took LG to the stores on Dalhousie, through the market and ended up in the mall. So much nice stuff out there to buy. I did not indulge but probably will at some point (see my second post for some reasons why). Then we left our friend and made our way back home for Stevie and I to take part in our favourite Sunday ritual - RomCom Sunday's on the Women's Network. This week - Monster In Law. I wasn't too psyched about it, Stevie didn't seem to care either way.

The hardest part about this weekend was saying goodbye to another friend of mine on Saturday morning. This was the kind of forever goodbye that you hope never to have to do. She was so young and full of life. Sassy and hilarious. Work will not be the same without her. Lunch time will be even worse. Who will be around to make fun of me? Talk Top Model with me? Slack off at work with me (well, there are for sure others willing to do this but still). She will be miss by me and by everyone who knew her. The whole situation makes me want to gather everyone close to me in a giant bear hug and never let them go.

Two coats

What it must be like to be so skinny that you can where two coats at one time? This morning on the bus a woman got on and she was wearing two coats. And not like a jean jacket and an other coat but two full on winter coats. She wasn't a crazy lady, or at least didn't appear to be. In fact she was kind of really stylish. And skinny. The coats didn't look bulky or too tight. It was as if those two coats were meant to be worn together even though they were clearly two different coats. It got me thinking about being thin. Sometime I wonder how different my life would be if I was skinny. For the most part I am sure it would be the same. Same house, husband, baby, same me (personality wise) etc. Except I would have a way better wardrobe. Because the nice clothes of this world are made for thinner ladies. Thinner than me anyway. Having boobs means not finding shirts that fit right in the arms but can still be buttoned up at the same time. Having to buy a bigger size but try not to look bigger in the process can be tough. I imagine that shopping as a skinny girl is way easier. Everything would fit right, you would have so many options. Sometimes I see a badly dressed skinny lady and it makes me sad because I feel like if I was her size, I would be so stylish. If I had her body, I would for sure take advantage of the awesome options that would be out there for me. Alas, I do not. I have my body. And don't get me wrong, this body produced the most awesome little girl around so I am very lucky to have it. But with that little girl also came some extra curves that I am still trying to get used to. But not too used to. My year of wearing yoga pants is over and I am back amongst the working stiffs, which means fitting into clothes that may no longer want to fit on me. So what's a girl to do? Eat more cookies? Yes, but also start to get healthy. That's what it's about right? Who cares about thin/thick, skinny/fat it's all about being healthy. So that's what I will focus on. Curves aren't bad, but heart attacks are. So it's time to find some celery.

Me

Here is a photo post of all things me so you can get to know me better.

This is us (Me, D and little Stevie)

This is Mojo

And Jojo

And Waylon

These of some of my favourite things to photograph

And of course

Mon Nez

I've been thinking about my nose a lot lately. Now that I am entering the season of chronic blockedness, I'm starting to contemplate rhinoplasty. Jen did it, so did Cameron and that High School Musical girl as well. Ashley Simpson did it but fessed up to it being strictly cosmetic and not for reasons of the sinus nature like those other gals. For me it's purely about wanting to breath like a normal person. But I don't hate my nose so I worry that it will end up changing the way it looks. Not that I am against it, I mean if it ends up making me look better then I am all for it. But remember what happened to Jennifer Grey?

I guess it all seems way too extreme for me. Maybe I'll buy some breathright nose strips instead.