Hey Mom!

Hey Mom! So I'm not going to talk about minecraft today for two reasons: 1. It's my Dad's birthday. 2. I'm scared that it's the only reason you come back is to hear about minecraft and once I talk about it you'll leave and I'll be alone again :( So I thought about what to write about: my upbringing, my Dad's upbringing, your upbringing. Then I realized the only upbringing I'm going to do is bringing up my passport photo. At the turn of the season as summer gave way to autumn, I realized I needed to renew my passport. Apparently so did my Dad. So we piled into the car with my mom and head to our local Shopper's drug mart to get new photos done. And it is at this point that the normal ends. Firstly, they take your passport photo right in the middle of the store.  There is no photo centre, there is no alcove to hide your hideous passport hair. That's right they put a white pop-up background behind you and just snap your photo. So w

Hey Mom! Have you ever just known that something was it? Like walking into a store and knowing a shirt was going to be a great fit before you even tried it on (and by "fit" I mean fit into my budget because let's be honest, who cares about anything else). Well this, this post is the one. The one where I go too far and say too much. Here's the one.  It's about bras. Now if you are a male or just prefer to free-boob it you might want to skip over this one but, I figure if you've read this blog before you've already read about my multiple brushes with food-poisoning so the breast is pretty mild (Did you SEE what I did there?!? Because the post is about chest nuggets). I got fitted for a bra recently. Now, whenever someone had suggested it in the past I imagined some sort of large, medieval looking clamp so my response was usually "Nah, I'll just eyeball it." When the woman at the store asked me if the lady buckets I was trying on fit and I s