Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Vulnerable Truth 4.0

Oh hi there, friends.

If you've been around this blog for a little while, you may remember that last year I did a 90-Day Challenge from September - December to kick my butt and work on my weight-loss. I have decided to do this challenge again. Starting next Tuesday (Sept. 2), the day after Labour Day, I will be going balls to the wall and working out, eating clean, and getting lean.

I have gotten really inconsistent with my workouts the past few months, and I've allowed myself to have more cheat meals than I'd care to admit. I feel like a failure for "coming out" on my blog, so to speak, about not staying on top of my health and working towards my fitness goals. I've allowed myself to gain about 5lbs since February, and while I realize that isn't a lot - I'm still disappointed that I've gained anything.

I'm going to get a little real and honest and serious with y'all because I feel like the best way to go into this is to be up front. I'm disappointed in myself. I'm not where I thought I would be at this point in the year when I was making goals in January and February. I can't sit here and dwell on what I haven't accomplished this year, because that will just put me in a dark place. I'm happy with the way my life has progressed this year, and I couldn't be happier that I found the the love of my life. But, I definitely haven't taken enough time for myself this year to continue to work on my goals and get to a healthy weight that I'd be happy with.

Last year I dedicated 8 whole months to myself. I made my own health a priority, I prioritized my times properly, and I made MYSELF a priority every day. It sounds like common sense, but it's hard for me... it's not easy to make time to do things for ME, it's not easy for me to put my own needs ahead of others, it's not easy for me to say no to people so that I can do things for myself instead. Last year I found that groove - that happy balance - that place where I could eat, sleep, work, workout, repeat. But now I have all different priorities and things have changed.

I've blogged about accountability, and its important role in succeeding with weight-loss. I truly believe that I work my hardest and find my greatest successes when I know that somebody or something is counting on me. If I blog about this and 'come clean' about my not-so-healthy lifestyle this year, and commit to making a change, I know I'll do it. Because for me, I can't stand the thought of letting anyone down (even strangers... I know, it's weird). The fact that I've sat here and shared my embarrassing truths and failures about this year, and said that I'm kicking my butt into overdrive and doing another 90-day challenge starting September 2nd, I know I'll find success. I know that I'll be able to hold my head high at the end of this year knowing that I got my butt in gear and gave it my all.

Lately I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself and having a lot of negative self-image issues. I only see the fat on my body and can't seem to see the good things that I've done for myself ... oh, like how I lost 100lbs last year. I feel discouraged (quite often), and can't motivate myself to do anything about it. I'll allow myself cheat meals ALL the time instead of once a week. I'll only workout once or twice a week instead of 5-6x a week. I could sit here and tell you all the horrible thoughts in my head and the negative feelings I have about myself, but that won't solve a single thing. The truth is, I need to get back to finding a groove that works for me and kicking my butt into gear.

So, friends, here I am - tail between my legs - and broadcasting to myself, friends/family, and a world full of strangers: it's time for a change. Here's to a great end to a wonderful year (despite the negative thoughts, I have loved 2014). Here's to new beginnings and great changes. Here's to a life full of good health and happiness. I hope you all can hold me accountable and support me in this upwards battle.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Things That Make Monday Suck A Little Less

I don't know how to start a post anymore.. I haven't written anything in what feels like forever. Going on vacation for two weeks followed by a week of lazy jet-lag-ness = zero ability to write. This is my struggle today.

I really want to do a recap post, you know - of my trip/vacation/not vacation/whatever you want to call it. I have so many pictures, and stories, and I cannot remember any of them right at this moment. I've got a case of The Monday's right now, and it's not my fault. Also, I'm typing this from my phone while I'm stuck in traffic... and posting pictures from my phone is virtually non-existent, sooo yeah - I'm full of excuses today.

Since I was having a massive brain fart, I complained to Lindsay about having ZERO things to blog about (until I'm at on my own computer and can post pictures and whatnot), and she suggested some things (THANK YOU LINDSAY)... so I'm just going to go with something that she kind of suggested.

Things that make Monday suck a little less...

  • Diet coke (I don't drink coffee, so diet coke is my energy booster and it made me morning 42x better)
  • Bagel and cream cheese (because carbs are heavenly. I didn't grocery shop last night, oops. No healthy breakie for me today.. oh darn...)
  • Browsing Pinterest and finding pictures that actually make me laugh out loud
  • Waking up to a cute dog sniffing my face and cuddling me (a perk of dog sitting)
  • G-Chat with some of my favourite people (it helps to soften the blow of Monday morning)
  • Hummus and crackers (why does food make me feel so much better? #fatheart)
  • Having a good morning hug and kiss from Justin (yeah, I'm a sap)
  • Having no traffic on the way to work this morning (hallelujah)

This is probably as good as my list is going to get today. I'll try and write something with a little more substance tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever. I hope your Monday doesn't suck too much today.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Fifty shades of grey Questions

Well well well, it's been a hot minute since I've made an appearance on the blog - thanks, in large part, to vacation. But I'm back into the swing of things now so it's time to start reading blogs and writing again.

The ever so lovely (ugh) Allie tagged me in this Myspace quiz, and she keeps peer pressuring me to do it, so I GUESS I'll oblige. But lets throw some major side eyes towards Allie today, shall we? Hmmph.

 1: What are you wearing? Well that's a little forward. Can't a girl get wined and dined first before she gets asked this?
 2: Ever been in love? You could say I'm kinda in love right now. I'm pretty fond of Justin.
 3: Ever had a terrible breakup? Haven't we all?
 4: How tall are you? 5'8
 5: How much do you weigh? 100lbs less than I used to weigh.
 6: Any tattoos? Yes, 4 of them.
 7: Any piercings? I have 6, I had 7 but let that one grow over.
 8: OTP (one true pair, favorite fictional couple)? Peanut butter & Jelly. Alfalfa & Darla.
 9: Favorite show? I'm just going to list eleventy billion shows... Sons of Anarchy, Scandal, How I Met Your Mother, Breaking Bad, Revenge, Friends, New Girl, Duck Dynasty, etc.
 10: Favorite bands? I don't have a favourite. I like everything.
 11: Something you miss? My family (6,200km is too far)
 12: Favorite song? I really cannot pick ONE song. That's way too hard #TWSS
 13: How old are you? Quarter Century.
 14: Zodiac sign? Libra.
 15: Quality you look for in a partner? I can't pick one thing. But I'll just say that Justin has all of the qualities I look for - humor, love, trust, respect, and he's my best friend. We truly have a judge-free relationship.
 16: Favorite Quote? "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate; our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure."
 17: Favorite actor? All of the really really ridiculous good looking ones. Ha.
 18: Favorite color? Blue.
 19: Loud music or soft? 99.9% of the time: LOUD.
 20: Where do you go when you’re sad? This is a really random question.. it depends on where I was when I got sad. Was I on the toilet? Was I strolling through the park? Was I at work? Was I in the comfort of my own home? There are far too many variables to answer this question. But I definitely want to be alone when I'm sad, so there's that.
 21: How long does it take you to shower? Who possibly needs to know this kind of information about my life? Goodness gracious. It depends, again, on so many variables. If I'm shaving: 15-17 minutes. If I'm straightening my hair: 6 minutes. If I'm leaving my hair curly: 4 minutes.
 22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? I'm starting to feel like a princess for having so many different answers to every question. Lets just say anywhere from 30-75 minutes, depending on the look I'm going for.
 23: Ever been in a physical fight? Yes. When I was a kid. With my brother, once. I lost. Hence the physical fighting thing never 'catching on' with me. Once was more than enough.
 24: Turn on? ... the lights?
 25: Turn off? ... the lights? Guys. what's with the questions here.
 26: The reason I started blogging? Because I basically had nothing better to do with my time. Also, like my girl Fat Amy, I was really tired of all my boyfriends and I needed to get away from that.
 27: Fears? Earwigs - because they're the devil.
 28: Last thing that made you cry? Watching my best friends dad see her in her wedding gown for the first time. He cried, she cried, her mom cried, and I cried - while trying to take pictures. It was a hot mess.
 29: Last time you said you loved someone? This morning.
 30: Meaning behind the name of your blog? A commonly used phrase used to make a pun out of my name.
 31: Last book you read? Still Breathin' by Brenden Dilley
 32: The book you’re currently reading? I hate myself for this.. but I'm not reading anything right now.
 33: Last show you watched? Two and a Half Men
 34: Last person you talked to? Justin
 35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted? Blog friends
 36: Favorite food? PIZZA
 37: Place you want to visit? The whole world.
 38: Last place you were? Like, away from my city? Halifax... Or do you mean the last place in general? The washroom... You're welcome for the overshare.
 39: Do you have a crush? Shhh, I kinda like a guy named Justin, but I don't know if he knows.
 40: Last time you kissed someone? This morning.. but WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS?
 41: Last time you were insulted? Uhhh on Monday when the guy sitting next to me on the plane made a fat comment.
 42: Favorite flavor of sweet? It really depends... cheesecake... kitkat bars... cake... ice cream...
 43: What instruments do you play? Drums, piano, and/or anything percussion related.
 44: Favorite piece of jewelry?  My grandmothers ring that I wear everyday.
 45: Last sport you played? Is running a sport? Lets pretend I did track and field last week when I went for a run...
 46: Last song you sang? Ordinary People - John Legend.
 47: Favorite chat up line? I'm assuming this is 'pick up line': "Wanna go halves? ...... on a baby?"
 48: Have you ever used it? Absolutely. It worked.
 49: Last time you hung out with anyone? I live with a roommate, so I have a permanent slumber party - I hang out with at least SOMEONE every day...
 50: Who should answer these questions next? Anyone who feels like having their entire personal life invaded.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Why I've Ditched The Scale

Annnnnnd I'm still not back from vacation yet, so hi there friends - I've got a special 'guest' stepping in for me today. Everyone, please welcome one of my favourite blogging ladies, Rachael. If you don't know who she is by now, then you've definitely been living under a rock. Rachael has been kicking some serious butt in the weight-loss department this year, and I couldn't be more proud. I absolutely adore what she has written on my blog today, and I'm excited to share her reasons why you should ditch the scale. Take it away, Rach!


Heyyyy there!  My name is Rachael and I blog over at The Rachael Way.  I write about my life, my love of wine, cheese, Netflix, and other girly things.  Oh, and I'm also moving to China in 21 days to teach for a year.  SO there's that.
Here's me with a unicorn.  Hiiiiiii.

One of the reasons I absolutely adore Faith is because she's so open with her weightloss journey.  She doesn't sugarcoat or act like it's easy because news flash: changing your lifestyle is h a r d.  I should know, because in March I started my own journey.
I decided to be super intense about it when I started.  A friend came over to my apartment and we threw out my junk food.  We bought clean food.  Set up a gym plan.  I decided that every Tuesday would be my weigh day, and I would keep my progress in a notebook.
The first Tuesday I lost five pounds!!  (Let's be real, that was probably water weight).  The next week I was a little sad when I lost only two pounds.  The following week?  I gained weight!  As you can see, this yo-yoing is bad for the soul.
So today I want to give you reasons why I've ditched the scale.

It's unmotivating.
When I saw those numbers fluctuate so much, I can't tell you the number of times I thought "well, I haven't lost any weight this week so screw it, let me eat like crap."  That thinking is bad for the soul!
It's not accurate.
How many times have you weighed yourself in the morning and then weighed yourself again and it's different by like, six pounds?  How disheartening!  Girl, you don't need that drama!!
Muscle weighs more than fat.
You know this.  But it's not always easy to remember when you're standing nekkid on the scale, amiright?
There are so many other ways to measure success.
How you feel on the inside.  How your clothes fit.  Your cravings.  You, my gorgeous girl, are not defined by a number on the scale.

Have I convinced you yet to ditch the scale?? 

Come say hi!

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Greetings From The Wife in Training

Well helllllllo there, friends. It's a little dull and boring around here, and I'm only a little sorry about that. I'm still on vacation on the other side of the country with my family and I'm not spending much time around my computer (oh, the horror). Anyway, I have one of my favourite bloggers (ever) standing in for me today, ans I'm so excited to introduce you all to her. I'm just going to let her take it away and I'll keep the rambling to a minimum. Everyone, meet Lindsay (and Lindsay, meet everyone).

Hi there folks! Wait, I should say “howdy!” doesn’t feel right. I may be from Texas but I have never met a real Texan who actually says “howdy” in daily life except my baby brother who goes to a school that is probably a cult Texas A&M where they’re forced to say it to random passersby but that is neither here nor there and now I’m just rambling, which isn’t a very good first impression.

Let’s start over, shall we?


My name is Lindsay, and I blog over at The Wife in Training. Faith asked me to fill in for her while she’s on vacation (without me, the nerve) and because I am SUCH a good friend of course I agreed. Before we go any farther, we should get to know each other a little better (#TWSS?). I’ll start. I’ve lived in Texas all my life, I prefer tacos over most any other food, I drink pinot grigio like it’s my job and a little over a year ago I married some guy that I picked up in a bar (okay, so we technically went to the same college and technically had lots of mutual friends – but I technically made the first move and it was technically in a bar, therefore I picked him up in a bar. Technically.).

Anyhooker. I recently noticed that my pants are on the snugger side of things. I put down my pinot grigio and plate of cheese and said to my husband, “Something must be done.” So now here we are, I’m eight days into the new 30-minute P90X system. I decided today to share with you lovelies some of the thoughts that go through one’s mind during a workout with Mr. Tony Horton.

Thoughts One Has During P90X-3

Minute 1: I can do this. I can totally do this.
Minute 2: Alright, this isn’t so ba– owww! Nope. I’m good. Sooooo strong right now.
Minute 3: What do you mean “warm-up over?”
Minute 7: This is literally the worst decision I’ve ever made.
Minute 10: There is no possible way I will make it out of this workout alive.
Minute 12: What did I ever do to you Tony Horton?!
Minute 16: What the hell is a crunchy frog?

Minute 16 and 5 seconds: NOPE. Nope nope nope.
Minute 19: He’s for sure trying to kill me. I’m going to die here.
Minute 30: Thank the good Lord above that’s over. Excuse me while I lay here in an ocean of my own sweat and misery.

One hour later...

I totally deserve this entire bottle of pinot grigio. And probably this entire pan of brownies. I’m going to be soooooooo skinny.

The end. Thanks for letting me hang out today, and thanks Faith for taking a vacation so I could fill in for you and make lots of new friends. See you all around the interwebs!

---The Wife in Training

Thursday, August 7, 2014

How To Stalk Make New Friends

Juliette is one of my favourite blog people, ever. I guess I can call her a friend now, or something.. because she stalked me long enough and put in a LOT of effort. So, yeah, we're totally best friends. Anyway, sometimes I misspell her name and call her Julietter, and it's like not even a big deal okay? Okay cool story, Hansel. I'll let her take it away because I'm completely rambling.


Hi. I'm not faith. BUT WAIT PLEASE DON'T LEAVE! I promise I have a post of substance to share with you. My name is Juliette and I blog at The Other Juliette and I like run on sentences and the Oxford comma and I REALLY LOVE TO USE CAPS LOCK LIKE A LOT. This is what I look like when I drink wine and play with makeup for an hour.
You may recognize me because for all of July I blogged every single day because Faith forced me to suggested I join her in that challenge. Faith gets me to do a lot of things I don't really want to do, like that challenge and eating breakfast and being nice to people. I let Faith talk me into these things because we're good best friends who have never met each other. We're blog friends, and we've been friends for a little over a year. How did we become friends? I'd like to tell you "it just happened" but really I think there's a scientific series of steps that you take in order to become friends with a blogger you've never met before. And you are super lucky because I'm going to share these super secret scientific steps with you.

Step One: Casually stalk the crap out of them. Somehow you stumbled across a new blog and you just know that you and this person are meant to be friends. Maybe you clicked to their blog from a link-up, maybe somebody tweeted a link to their page, maybe you google searched something random and their blog popped up... it doesn't matter. You've found this blog and you want to be friends with this person. READ EVERY POST THEY HAVE EVER WRITTEN. The sponsored posts, the drunken posts, the sappy posts, the funny posts... READ THEM ALL.

Step Two: Interact. Comment on their blog. Follow them on all their social media outlets. Tweet at them. Comment on and like their Instagram posts. Comment on their blog some more. Basically just annoy them with your presence until they're like "OMFG FINE I WILL CHECK THIS STALKER OUT." Chances are they'll love you back. I mean, why wouldn't they? You're awesome.

Step Three: Be a suck up. Compliment their posts, compliment their funny tweets, compliment their makeup. It doesn't matter. People like to be complimented even though people say they hate brown-nosers, I think that's a lie. You only have to brown-nose until your blog crush has noticed you back and you can tell your friendship is blooming.

Step Four: Hakunah your tatas (calm your tits). Just relax. You've given it time and now you just need to take a step back and let them come to you. They know you exist and now they want you in their life. You've done it. Now this person is tweeting at you, commenting on your blog, sending you pins, and you two are having Twitter conversations with such intensity that people are butting in saying "TAKE YOUR LOVE AFFAIR TO TEXTING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD."

Step Five: Exchange numbers and live happily ever after. Now you can Skype, FaceTime, text, Gchat... YOU CAN COMMUNICATE ALL THE TIME AND LET YOUR [PLATONIC] LOVE FOR EACH OTHER BE FREE SO THE WHOLE WORLD WILL NOTICE.

You're welcome. I'm certain this has been extremely helpful.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Allie's Crack Fruit Dip

Since I'm currently working really hard at life vacationing with my family and friends on the East Coast (and clearly not enjoying any of it at all - ha!), I have a special guest for y'all today. Let me introduce you to one of my nearest (not literally, she's in North Carolina) and dearest blog friends, Allie. She really doesn't need much of an introduction, so I'm just going to let her take it away...


Let me start over.

Hello Cause You Gotta Have Faith readers!

I'm Allie and I'm Faith's best friend forever. So naturally, I was forced agreed to guest post for her while she is on vacation. I racked my brain on what to talk about, and then I came up with this idea.

A Healthy Fruit Dip. Or Liquid Crack.
(Sorry about those search terms Faithy and sorry Peter for talking about drugs on Faith's blog)

A few months ago I had a game night to go to. I decided to bring something on the healthier side instead of my usual brownies or chips and dip. I headed to Pinterest in search of something that was really easy. I had never made fruit dip before and in fact, I had no idea what would even go together to make fruit dip. Then I found this pin and knew that even I couldn't mess it up.

All you need to make the best fruit dip in the history of fruit dips and quite possibly the best thing I've ever put in my mouth hole (#twss) are two ingredients. Two.

Get yourself a jar of marshmallow fluff and a 8 oz. block of 1/3 reduced fat cream cheese. I mean you could use regular, but the 1/3 reduced fat part makes me feel like I can eat more of the fruit dip and get away with it, because calories. Logic goes a long way over here.

Let the cream cheese sit out for a while because if it isn't soft, you're gonna have a really hard time doing anything with it. Then get your self a spoon and dump all of that ooey, gooey, marshmallowy sticky goodness into a bowl. Dump the softened cream cheese in there too.

Now you could try and prove something to yourself and use a regular spoon to mix your dip, but after awhile your arm will get tired (#twss x2). Plus a hand mixer makes the dip fluffier and the fluffier the better.

Mix it all up until it's mixed and fluffy. Grab yourself some strawberries (or any other fruit you really love) and throw those babies into a pool of fruit dip and get to going on the best thing you'll ever put in your mouth hole.

Now. Go make this dip and come tell me how much you like it. Oh and make sure to tell Faith how much you love me when she FINALLY stops vacationing.

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

This is going to be long, and I'm sorry in advance. But I promise if you hang in there and make it to the bottom of this post, there IS a light at the end of the tunnel.

Whenever you travel anywhere, your means of transportation -  planes, trains, or automobiles; is highly unpredictable. It doesn't matter if you planned your entire trip, down to every last detail, months in advance or hours in advance. If complications come up or changes happen, you're basically SOL. 

I have flown across the country so many times since moving to the West Coast. I know the drill. I know when to be at the airport, where to go, how to get everything done in a quick and efficient manner. I know all the things one would 'need to know' about cross country travel (I'm totally trying to sound knowledgable right now)(is it working? no? okay cool story bro). 

Well on Friday night I had plans to board my red eye flight to the east coast.  I had a quick pit-stop in Toronto (as usual) and then I'd be in Halifax, by 10:00-11:00am local time. I arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare and happily got into the line-up to check my bag. My excited attitude lasted a whole 15 minutes before I was informed that my flight was delayed an hour or so. Okay, no biggie... except that it meant I wouldn't make my connecting flight in Toronto. Okay, don't panic Faith. You're a big girl, just handle this like a big girl would.  I keep repeating to myself. I text Justin and tell him that my flight is delayed and that I won't be catching my flight to Halifax from Toronto Don't worry babe. They'll get you on the next flight out, that's their job. He reassures me. That Justin, always thinking so rationally. I anxiously await my turn to get to the front desk and discuss my options with the airline agent. In hindsight, it's so adorable to think that I'd have 'options'. 

I get to the counter and tell the lovely gentleman where I'm going (he honestly was very nice to me - I'm not being sarcastic despite my tone throughout the rest of this post). He informs me that I won't be making my connection to Halifax, which I already know, because we will be getting in 15 minutes after my flight is scheduled to take off (keep that in mind... they could hold that plane for just 15 mins...). So he looks up and does this super not cute little giggle where he says 'yeahhhh, uhhhh, soooo you'll be flying out of Toronto at 8am'. 'Okay, that's great!' I say, relieved. '...on Sunday' he says casually. This is when I start to panic again. Sunday? Why Sunday? I'm going to be stuck in an airport for over 24 hours? Why? He asks me to go sit down while he figures out what's going on, but essentially every single flight from Toronto to Halifax is sold out and my only option is to fly Sunday morning. Well hi there, vacation - we're certainly off to a great start, aren't we? 

About 15 minutes later, a manager approaches the few of us who have missed our connecting flight and informs us that they won't be holding the plane for us and our options are to fly on Sunday, or refund our flights. Well, kind sir, refunding my flight isn't an option. So flying out 24+ hours later is going to have to suffice. I took the route of only being a little Canadiangry about the situation (I totally apologized after I gave him the side eye) instead of screaming at him like some of the they passengers. I called Justin, and totally didn't have a panic attack at all or anything, and explained what was happening and basically just had to suck it up and prepare for the longest flight across the country, ever. I angry tweeted the airline and honestly felt a little better. I said goodbye to Vancouver, boarded my flight, and did my best to relax and get all negativity out of my head. This isn't how I wanted to start my vacation, but I also didn't want to allow it to take control over my mood for the next day, or two, or five. 

When I got to Toronto, just as previously mentioned, I had missed my flight by 15 minutes and had to wait in line to get my new flight info for Sunday. I'm going to stop detailing every last bit of this situation (because there really are a lot of details), but basically my flight got changed 4x before we finally got me bumped onto a plane (thanks to a last minute cancellation). Flying out at 5:30pm on Saturday instead of 8:00am on Sunday was a heck of a lot better to me, so I took it. 

I wasn't really looking forward to spending 10 hours alone in the airport, but knew I could waste time eating, picking up my luggage and checking back in again, stalking Facebook, texting friends and posting selfies to instagram (because what else would I do?). 

Honesty, the 10 hours were long and I was tired of sitting there waiting to fly home, but it was manageable. Until, dun dun dunnnn, the airline delayed my flight by 4 hours. This, friends, was when I actually had a mini meltdown in the airport. Our plane was supposed to take off at 5:35 and at 4:55 I was informed that we would be leaving at 9:20. I called Justin and actually cried, a lot. It's hard to explain the emotions I was going through at the time - but when you haven't slept in 40+ hours at this point, and you're told that your plane won't leave for FOUR more hours, you kind of lose it. 

I calmed down, sucked it up, put on my big girl pants and waited the additional hours. I spoke to the customer service agents and they were basically useless. They didn't show me any compassion and they made it clear they couldn't do anything for me. 

I originally planned on writing a long post bashing this company and slandering their name, but I won't do it. What I will say, however, is that there are only TWO major Canadian airlines, and it wasn't Air Canada. WJ, I am extremely disappointed in how you handled these situations on Saturday, and I will never fly with your airline again. I honestly think I should've received a refund or a partial reimbursement, but apparently WJ thinks that food vouchers were sufficient enough. 

Anyway, life is unpredictable and full of surprises. I won't lie, I was really angry and upset when this first happened but by the time I got to Halifax, I had calmed down quite a bit. I sat next to the most wonderful elderly woman and she talked to me and kept me company on the final leg of my 24+ hour journey. She helped me remember that it's not the end of the world (even if it seems like it at the time), and to let it go and move on. 

While I'd love to continue Saturdays pity party for one, and say 'woe is me', I won't. Yes, I just spent an entire blog post complaining about the start of my vacation, but I know that I needed to write it all out for my own sake.

My final epiphany is that you can't change these kinds of situations, so you might as well change your attitude and embrace the 'negative' situation. This is something that has humbled me slightly. I'm often told by Amanda and Justin that I don't take enough time for myself, I don't rest enough, and I'm quick to react in a negative way when things don't go my way (OCD much?)... this is something that I need to work on and change. Ironic how I'm told to take a step back and have some 'me-time' and it doesn't really get more 'me-like' than spending 15 hours alone in an airport. 

I'm sorry this was so long. Kudos to anyone who read this. 

And now, as promised at the beginning, here is something to brighten up your Monday of you want to laugh at Justin and I... 

Here are some ridiculous outtakes from Justin and I when we attempted to film the accent vlog that I posted on Friday. Fun fact, we filmed about 20+ videos, and I have 30-40 minutes of outtake material, but tried to make it to a "short" 7 minute video #sorrynotsorry... after all of that time spent filming, we used the original one that he "ruined".

Justin gets really uncomfortable when I say 'tell me I'm pretty'. so I do it often.
We like to sing things to each other.
We're enthusiastic about almost everything.
I act like I hate him, but I promise I love him.

Canadians Don't Have An Accent, Eh!

So today we're vlogging about accents. I don't think I have an accent but I'm sure most of you Americans are going to laugh at how I say 'house', 'mouse', 'about', and 'sorry'. Whatever, I don't even care only care a little bit.

Come link up with us, and let us hear your pretty little accent.

Here are the questions if you want to follow along, or if you want to do this:

    1. Your Name
    2. Where you're from.
    3. Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminum, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope
    4. What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
    5. What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
    6. What do you call gym shoes?
    7. What do you call your grandparents?
    8. What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
    9. What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
    10. What is the bug that when you touch it, it rolls into a ball? How about the one that lights up at night?
    11. What do you say to address a group of people?
    12. Do you speak any other languages? If so, say something in that language(s).
    13. Do you think you have an accent?
    14. End by saying any 3 words you want.

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