Hey Mom!

Hey Mom! So if you know me at all, you know that I am one of the cheapest people alive today.  I make my home amongst coupon cutters, recyclers and handcrafters (please note these are not the crafters of hands but rather those who prefer cheaply homemade goods).  As you may imagine, I use the phrase "Too rich for my blood" more often than people post stupid things on Facebook (duh dum chee).  Yeah I didn't think it was that funny either... anywaaaaaaaaaaay Top Ten Things That Are Too Rich for My Blood 1. Sweet Potato Fries - Firstly they are gross, secondly you want to pay an extra dollar for fries that aren't even worth a dollar in the first place? 2. Brand Name School Supplies - The only difference between your cue cards and mine are the fact that I didn't need to take out a loan to be able to afford small rectangular paper. Nuff said 3. Condiments - Yes, it is weird to ask for ketchup when I buy a coffee but at least it's a free kind of weird. ...

Hey Mom! So I am upset today, there will be no youtube antics, the spring is noticeably absent from my step and I am not going to pretend to be alright.  Not for my friends or my family members and certainly not for complete strangers.  I feel beat up, I've spent so long just surviving, getting through the next day and on bad days just getting through the next hour. And today was no exception. Life is like that right?  It's like a foreign film without subtitles, right as you develop some form of understanding the plot twists.  If years were measured in plot twists this year has been a corkscrew.  And that is ok.   Things could be worse.  Things also have a chance to be better, which if I am honest is what keeps me holding on.  Everyday I survive is another chance future me will have to see a good day.  And for now, that is how I will survive this moment.  And this moment.  And the next few moments until the hurt stops long enoug...

Hey Mom! Spring is finally here! Want to know how I know that? It's 2am and my lungs are on fire.  Spring is my fifth favourite season , the order goes winter, summer, winter, fall and then spring. But why? Spring is budding with new life and hope.  It is a symbol of rebirth and renewal. How could you possibly hate spring?  Well every year without fail spring has tried to kill me.  At first I thought it was a frenemies situation because let's be honest, the dandelion fuzz was cute.  But then came the poplar fluff and the snow mould and the street cleaners.  I have tried several times to forge an alliance with Jack Frost but he won't return my calls and has blocked me on Facebook.  I see how it is Jack, just because I dress appropriately for the weather which prevents any nose nipping that might occur you act like I don't exist. Quite frankly, it's rude and a little insensitive. And to make matters worse, Spring and I don't have anything in common. ...