Friday, Beautiful Friday

Hey folks,  I have missed you.  This new job is kicking my ass and the days have gotten away from me.  Lately, I’m having a hard time getting out of bed in the morning.  Evenings have not been much better.  I don’t feel like cooking when I get in and end up falling asleep on the sofa while attempting to watch an hour of Netflix or Amazon Prime.

You know what else I haven’t been doing much of? Eating.  I just don’t have much of an appetite lately for some reason.  No, no, I’m not sick.  My bloodwork and tests all came back a-ok a little while ago.  My doc upped my meds a little bit and I think it might be the culprit. NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING!!  I’m not advocating starving oneself, but have to be honest and say that not thinking of food 24/7 is actually very liberating.

That being said, I think I might have lost a couple pounds.  I just feel a little lighter around the mid-section.  My scale broke a couple weeks ago and I have not replaced it since.  Maybe I’ll do that this weekend and I will start my Monday morning weigh-ins once more.

It’s a rainy day here in Montreal, but I kind of like this weather. I just love wearing my little rubber booties and walking through puddles.  You can keep Summer and it’s crazy heat and humidity.  Fall is my favorite season.  The air is so cool and crisp, all the pretty sweaters come out of hibernation, and it puts me in the mood to bake and cook. Hhhm…guess I really should get that scale sooner rather than later!

Have a great day, all!



Will There Be Bathrooms In Heaven?

Oh I certainly hope so!  It occurred to me the other day that I cannot remember when I had complete privacy in the loo.

What spurred this on?  The picture below.


Excuse me, but don’t you have a litter box???

I can never have a moment to myself in there.  If I take a shower, they are crying at the door to get in.  Occasionally Angus will use his weight (and there’s ALOT of Angus) to push up against the door that does not close properly and I’m greeted by a sandpaper tongue on my feet as I’m trying to dry off.

Brushing my teeth is nothing short of a plea bargain process.  The minute I head in there and turn on the faucet, they are both climbing over one another to get a sip of water from the sink.

My right knee has a permanent bruise on it because any time I sit on the throne, one of them smashes the door against my leg as he tries to squeeze his way in.  Yes, my bathroom is that small.

Oh and don’t get me started on the washrooms at work.  Why is it that the minute I step foot in there, half the building walks in at the same time? It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya!

Do your pets do this? Or maybe it’s your kids? What is the deal with the world coming to an end the minute a bathroom door closes?



Meanwhile Back At The Pharm

I walked to my neighborhood pharmacy (see the play on words up there?) the other night to have my prescription filled. I had never noticed this clerk before.  We had a bit of an awkward conversation. It went something like this:

Pharmaguy – So this isn’t your first time taking this medication

Me: (not sure if it’s a question or statement) No it’s not.

Pharmaguy: Any allergies?

Me: No

Pharmaguy: Any possibility that you’re pregnant.


Pharmaguy: ……..

Me: Oh puuuh-lease! Come on now.

Pharmaguy (while looking on his computer screen) Well you never kn…..oh wait you’re fifty-thr…hhmm…uhm, well still, I’ve seen it happen before. Some ladies have kids in their 50’s.

Me: Well, I feel REALLY bad for them! That must be just awful!

Pharmaguy: ….bahahahahhaa!

Check, please!


Monday Non-Weigh-in

I know what you’re thinking…oh boy, she must have really gone off the rails to not post a Monday weigh-in.  How rude! lol!

The scale and I have had a parting of ways.  I know this is going to sound funny but…my scale broke.  I know, I know, my dog ate my homework, the alarm didn’t go off, etc, etc., but it’s true.

No, it’s not because I’m too heavy and broke it. One of the little legs on the bottom of the scale broke when I dragged it across the tiled floor. When I step on to the scale, the numbers keep going up and down like a crazy game of power ball. I’m no engineer, but I think it might have something to do with the weight not being evenly distributed?  Mind you I was THRILLED when the numbers stopped at 152 at one point.  Wishful thinking.

Yes, I tried fixing it, but a piece of the plastic actually snapped off. Looks like I’m going shopping this weekend for another one. I was debating getting one that reads your BMI, but thought better of it.  How scary would that be?

I hope you are all doing well. Thanks for stopping by.  I know my posts are few and far between lately, I’m going through a little something and it leaves me with zero energy to write.

A couple funny things happened this past week and I’ll share that in another post.

Hey! I’m off to see Crazy Rich Asians tonight with a friend tonight. I promise to be good and NOT get any popcorn or cola.

Have an awesome day.

A Little Rant


I rarely do this.  I try to keep most of my posts positive.  Today’s post though is an all out rant.

Here goes. I am so fucking sick and tired of people with zero belief systems in place regurgitate the same unoriginal sound bites over and over again when speaking to Christians.

I’m fed up with people who have never read ONE verse of scripture tell me that religion is man made just to control people.

I’m fed up of people who have never stepped foot in church say they don’t go because “it’s boring”.

I’m fed up of people who believe in the church of themselves say that all Christians are judgmental.

I’m fed up of people saying stupid things like “what kind of God would ALLOW bad things to happen to people.”

This is what I had to listen to a couple of weeks ago. We were all meant to go on a boat tour but it got cancelled due to rain.

One of the women in the group offered to open up her home to everyone.  It was an ok day, until….

I’m not sure how the conversation veered to it, but someone brought up a story that made headlines a while back about a baker who turned down business from a same sex couple for a wedding cake because of his religious beliefs.

The usual happened; they bashed the baker and sympathized with the couple.

It’s been said before, but your rights end where mine begin.  I don’t think the baker did anything wrong and apparently neither did the Supreme Court in Colorado. The baker did not refuse to sell them anything in the store or to serve them; he just made the mistake of being honest and backing it up with a reason why. My view is there are plenty of bakeries out there, just go elsewhere.

As for what kind of God would allow bad things to happen to people, let me answer by saying this – the kind that gives you free will to do all sorts of idiotic things.  The type of God who will not force you to worship him, but rather give you the option to a get out of jail free card through his Son.

It hurts me so much when I hear people make such flippant remarks towards God. Then I usually feel a little angry and would like to knock their heads together and yell “WAKE UP!”  Finally I just resign myself to the fact that they don’t realize what they are saying, and think “You effing fool.  You have no idea of what you’re talking about.”

I’m at a loss at what to do when this happens. I feel that by standing there and listening, I’m giving the impression that I agree with what they are saying. I also feel that if I try to explain scripture and God to them, they will immediately dismiss me as a “religious nut” and not take the time to actually hear what I’m trying to say.

Advice given to me from my wiser than his years son was “Just tell them that you’re a Christian and that the conversation is making you uncomfortable.”

Now why didn’t I think of that?


Monday Weigh-in

I can explain….it’s not what it looks like…


Actually, it IS what it looks like. What happened? Life. A lot of dinners out with Meetups, snacks at the office. Lots of them. Too much time alone with said snacks….lol!

Well, I think it is time to pull out the big guns.  So, this weekend, this happened.


Yup. I caved and got a gym membership. Go figure. I’m actually excited about it.  The gym has undergone a change of owners and is now a 2bFit.  They have personal trainers, an osteopath, a massotherapist, a physiotherapist, and an acupuncturist, and they offer zumba, aerobics, and yoga.  They also have a conference room for workshops or speakers.   A personal trainer under previous management bought the place and has revamped it. Good for him!

To keep things interesting and motivating, I did a little shopping and bought new workout clothes.  Aren’t the leggings cute?


I’m heading out there straight from work and plan to go every second day.

It’s time. If I don’t do this I am going to explode one day.  Plus, this has got to be the least effective weight loss blog ever. LOL! Hopefully all the “in betweens” have kept you entertained.

Have a great Monday, all!

People Suck And Here’s Why

Hello folks. I am officially back.  I took a little break from blogging as I’m still working my way through the newbie stage of my new job.  I get home in the evenings too freaking exhausted to write and can’t dilly dally in the mornings anymore like I used to. Which is a shame…because I love to write in the morning.

Anyway, what I’m about to whine about is really first world problem material, but it still gets to me and has put me in a foul mood.

Its just been one thing after another this past week. I think I have officially resigned myself to avoid people from now on.   Why? Because most of them suck.  Let me explain.

I am long over due for a vacation.  Not a resort vacation, but a real adventure into a part of the world that is rich in culture, art, food. Enter Italy.  I have wanted to do this for a couple years now, but never got around to it for various reasons.

I have a friend that keeps encouraging me to just do it. So, I brought the topic up with another friend, and she got all excited and said she wanted to come with me.  My ears perked up!  The thought of not having to pay a singles supplement on a guided tour is music to these ears, people. I also have not seen my childhood friend in way too many years.  She moved to Petawawa with her soon-to-be-ex dullard husband.  Don’t get me started on that guy (her second husband). She sure can pick ’em. Anyhooo…

On Friday I sent her a text saying that I was going to open up dialogue once more with the travel agent.  Was she still interested in joining me for the trip.

I should have known…here is the big cop out, one excuse after another.






…”The Karen”…..”The Mother Person”….what the eff are you going on about, sister?

Did she forget she had a 12 year old, whom by the way, is doing very well and is happy with her dad one week and her mom “The Karen” or “The Mother Person” the other week.

She and her soon to be ex are on good terms, she has bought a house so she’s not hurting for cash, her ex is paying child support AND spousal support,(a point I have voiced my disagreement over. She works, why should HE pay for her since she called it off?) she has a good job.  What’s with all the lame excuses?

All I can say is I’ve lost a lot of respect for her.  It shows me how very different we are. If her youngest child were a baby, I would totally understand. If money were an issue, I would totally understand.

What this is, is typical Karen. Flakey.  The damsel in distress. The girl who thinks she can do anything she wants without consequences.

Although she is a dear friend, we have gotten into many falling outs over our lifetimes. This has shown me that not much has changed. We would definitely not be good travelling partners.

Looks like I’m back to square one and will be travelling solo. Just as well I guess.

I don’t have much to say to her anymore at the moment. I just don’t have the patience for women who need to be saved, who can’t imagine a life without a man.  It’s so not me.

It just proves to me once more, that the only person I can rely on is myself and not to wait around for others if I want to do something.