Ok Cineplex, you wooed me back to you

You tricky little devil, you marketing genius, you. Did you read my blog “For the love of Ryan Gosling… SHUT IT!” a few years ago and realize I was breaking up with you and in an effort not to lose me forever you set a plan in motion to win back my love? Because it worked, I do love you again Cineplex and I think our love story is one for the movies…

Cineplex and had a turbulent relationship to say the least. We started out as friends; I remember the great adventures of my childhood when “he” introduced me Indiana Jones at the Eaton Center or The Land Before Time at Warden Woods. We were so innocent then. But soon our relationship blossomed, and we began spending every weekend together. Snuggled up with popcorn, a Jumbo Coke and friends, “he” took me places that were Fast and Furious, and made me feel special when “he” asked me to Save the Last Dance. But Cineplex had issues “he” needed to work out, issues “he” chose to stay in the dark about and my staying was only enabling “him”. Continue reading

Diary of a Working Mom: Where did I go?

It’s funny the things you notice at times. Right now I am obsessed with other people’s nails. The pretty spring colours, the dark shellacs, the French manicures, the real and the “enhanced”. I can’t stop staring at them, and then down and my own horrible hands. Man, my hands have aged horribly in the last 2 years.

I used to have nice nails and soft hands that smelled of the latest Bath and Bodyworks scent. Before Henry, I had a standing appointment at my local nail salon and every Friday night I got a pedicure and every other Friday I got my nails shellacked and an eyebrow wax. I had great nails and great feet (great eyebrows too). Those days are long gone and one look at my bushy eyebrows and horrible hands/feet prove it.

The last time I had a manicure Henry was 3 months old (he is almost 2), and the last pedicure I had was before I went to Croatia last July. And my eyebrows get waxed if I am lucky once every 2 months.

What happened to me? Continue reading

Diary of a Working Mom: What’s your excuse?

Nothing irritates me more than seeing some moms taking pictures of themselves back in their bikinis or skinny jeans looking fit and great with the caption “What’s your excuse?” And let me be clear here, I am not jealous or “hating on” them for looking great I am happy for them, truly. I also think that they should be taking tons of pictures of the fabulous body they worked for and they should be sharing it! The pictures are not my issue. I also don’t think there is malious behind the use of the statement “What’s your excuse?” either. I understand the intention for motivation; that most of these Moms are just trying to encourage others to get up and get their lives back just like they did. But here’s the thing…not everyone’s life is the same and that phase implies that if I am not back in my bikini by x months/years after my baby is born I am lazy or full of excuses. Continue reading