5 Stages of Grieving Food Loss

Hi guys.
Something happened to me recently that I felt I should share. It caused me to think, obviously far too much, and write this post today. We have all been there, and I'm sure you can all appreciate my issue with this situation.
Finding a hair in your food.



Gross, gross, gross - right? There's nothing worse than sitting down to a mouth-watering meal, taking a bite - or 10, and discovering a long (or short) hair in the next bite you're about to put in your mouth. So, after this happened - I went through various emotions. I realized that when you find something (anything) in your food, you go through the 5 Stages of Grief that people typically go through when a friend/family member dies, except less dramatic and everyone is still alive... so it's the same thing. kay, now that we're all on the same page...

Warning: you're about to see a few ridiculous selfies that I took for the purpose of this post.

5 Stages of Grieving the Loss of Food

• Denial
This can't be happening. There CANNOT be hair (or other various objects) in my food right now.
THIS IS NOT FAIR. WHY LORD? WHY ME?



• Anger
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I just wanted a delicious <insert meal type here> and now it's ruined because SOMEBODY got their hair in my food while they were cooking.
HOW HARD IS IT TO JUST NOT GET HAIR IN MY FOOD? IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE?



• Bargaining
Okay, so I've had 6 bites of food and haven't gotten any hair in my mouth so far. This is the only hair I've found... what are the chances that I'll find a second hair in my food? I'm sure it's totally fine. The food was cooked at high temperatures so any bacteria would've been 'boiled' off, right? Right. Lets do this.



• Depression
I don't want to eat any meal ever again. How can I trust that any meal will ever be edible again?
*sobs quietly into food*



• Acceptance
Okay, whatever. You're a big girl, Faith. Eat the damn food and stop being a big baby about it. It's JUST A HAIR. One hair. No big deal. Finish the meal and get this whole situation over with.

Also, that awkward moment when you find your own hair in the meal that you cooked for yourself.
So, there's that...

This is how I process such tragic events in my life.

thanksgiving shenanigans

Happy Thanksgiving Monday, friends.

If you live in the U.S. you might be wondering what the heck I'm talking about. Well, fun fact, yesterday/today = Thanksgiving in Canada. Because of the holiday, I'm not at work today - in fact, I might be sleeping when you read this. Sorry for rubbing that in.
Anyway, obviously I'm linking up with Sami. Here are a few of the shenanigans that I got up to this weekend...



one. 'Date night' with my good friend, Jennie.
two. My entire outfit matched - without being planned. A random bus patron pointed it out to me.
three. Snapchat selfie with one of Jennie's cats.
four. Amanda & I hit up a cranberry festival on Saturday. It's basically an adorable and gigantic street market thing.
five. Saturday work-out.
six. Roscoe wanted to 'guard' me while I worked out because I had the garage doors open.
seven. Thanksgiving dinner at a friends house - this is one of her dogs, Gus, and I love him.
eight. After dinner, Alex and her brothers played guitar and sang for us. Dinner and a show = amazing.
nine. Amanda and I love all of the dogs. But look at how BIG Gus is. He weighs 150lbs. He's basically like a gigantic teddy bear.

That's all I've got for today, sorry it's so weak. Happy Thanksgiving to all of my fellow Canadians... and happy regular old Monday to all of you Americans.

Feeling 21... er.. 19...

Happy Hump Day, lovelies.
Today, a few of my favourite people in ALL of the blog-land are doing a link-up that I just had to be a part of. Cause, duh - who doesn't love a good link-up?

This link-up is about drinking, so with that being said... mom, dad, aunti, or any other family member who reads this blog and doesn't want to read about drunken shenanigans, please just leave the blog now and come back another time.

Fun fact about Canada (for those of you who are American), our legal drinking age is 19 - some provinces even legalize drinking at age 18... so we lets just change this link up name.

Feelin' 19 Link Up


Cheers

Last week was my birthday... my 25th birthday... and because I'm on a 90-day weight-loss challenge, I have no fun drinking shenanigans to report from birthday #25. But since this link-up isn't about our 25th birthday celebrations, lets move on.

I don't have a story about having to drive a boyfriend home because he got too drunk on my birthday, or puking uncontrollably for hours, or even having a hangover from hell to have to deal with the next day. Nope. Not this girl.



Surprisingly, I can handle my liquor preeeeetty well and can party hardy with the best of them. My story starts and finishes with the time that I consumed 28 shots in one night. I started the night off by saying I wasn't going to drink at all, and then 26 shots of vodka, a jager bomb, and a superman shot later - BOOM. 28 became my number.

I have no idea how, but I was blessed with the ability to not get hangovers. I'm pretty sure I just jinxed myself on this one now, so don't hate on me too much for it. But up until this point in my life, I have literally had ONE 'kind of' hangover... and that's because I was literally still drunk the next day until about 3:00pm. Not so fun.
Sorry Mom. If you're still reading this though, it's not my fault. I warned you.

Guys. I dressed as a hippie and I took the best selfies, ever. Don't hate.

Buuuuut my birthday... oh, my birthday. It was spent partying on a street festival in our University town - and everyone was dressed up because it was close to Halloween. I was with my two best friends, and we happened to meet three guys who decided to buy us ALL THE SHOTS in every.freaking.bar. I kid you not. When we woke up the next day, we remembered that the tabs had come to about $270, $200, and $100 or something stupid like that.
Yep, all the free shots in the world. I don't hate it.

Amanda(roommate) and I go waaaaay back.

I can't tell you how much I drank (I have no idea), or what the guys names were, but I can tell you that it was one of the funnest nights. A lot of shenanigans were had, we drank a lot, danced a lot, and made friends with a lot of random strangers on the street. It's exactly what a 'night out' should consist of.

They had me at FRIES and MCCHICKEN SAUCE. Yes. A million times yes.

Have you ever taken a picture with two dicks at once? If you have, it's probably on a porn site somewhere and I don't want to know about it... just know that I may or may not be judging you for it.

Oh! The guys that we hung out with were dressed as a 'cougar trainer', 'sheep', and a 'one night stand':

Classic.

Thank-you, Facebook. Without your incriminating photos, this post would have been picture-less.

See you all tomorrow for a more 'sober' post.

Shenanigans Catch-Up

Guess who's back... back again... Shady Faith's back... tell a friend.

Ohhhhh hi guys. Remember that time that I became the world's worst blogger and basically didn't blog for an entire week straight, and basically didn't blog very frequently for like a month before that? Yeah, well.. I'M BACK, BABY. Okay, I promise that I'm going to try to be back...

I'm kicking this 'Welcome Back' fiesta celebration thing off with a link-up with my favorite little princess of shenanigans for some weekend shenanigans.

When mom and dad came to visit we may or may not have taken a ton of pictures. These are a few of the pictures that I didn't share on the blog.



This weekend was full of work-outs (making up for taking so much time off while mom and dad were visiting), some ridiculous selfies, fall has officially arrived in Vancouver, food prep, and facetiming with Brin (and Allie).

Twenty-Five Things You Should Know

Well, today I'm 25...
(Insert awkward smile emoji face here).

For some reason, I really have this issue in my head with turning 25...
25 is a quarter of a century and that number just sounds BIG.

I know I've been MIA the past little while, my bad about that. My parents are currently in town for a visit - so this may be my only post for the week, but I'll be back soon!

I've decided to try and come up with 25 things that all 25-year old's should know.

• One. What goes up, must come down.
  This one feels kind of self-explanatory, but I didn't know about this until I spit in the air, and it came back down and landed in my eye. True story.
  
  
• Two. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
  Oh, Newton - you're kind of a jerk for this one... but it's true. I learned this lesson by slamming a revolving door.
  
  



• Three. Fear is just False Evidence Appearing Real.
  This is one that I learned a few years ago - and it's one of my favorite pieces of advice. Everyone should remember this one. Most of the time, our fears are not real - it's just false evidence appearing real that scares us. Try and allow yourself to overcome this.
  
  
• Four. Always follow your gut.
  Seriously, it's never wrong. The few times that I haven't followed my gut, I have made the wrong decisions. Like that first date where the guy stole my phone charger - 100% avoidable if I had just trusted my gut.
  
  
• Five. The source of most of your frustrations and anxiety are the result of living in the future, or the past.
  Stop living in the past and stop worrying about the future. Only worry about the present and what's here now and what you can manage and take care of.
  
  
• Six. You don't always have to be right, but you should always do the right thing.
  This one is hard, but it's the best piece of advice you can ever pass on to your children, and your children's children, and their children's children. Just try and remember to do this.
  
  



• Seven. Haters gon' hate, potaters gon' potate.
  I try and use this piece of advice for my friends when they're dealing with awkward situations with 'haters'. Let the haters hate, and if you just want to be depressed about it... eat some delicious taters instead. Who doesn't love some taters? Mashed taters, baked taters, tater tots... they're all good. Don't tell me they're not because I'll tell you that you're full of lies.
  
  
• Eight. There’s always some truth behind ‘just kidding,’ knowledge behind ‘I don’t know,’ emotion behind ‘I don’t care,’ and pain behind: ‘It’s okay.’ So pay close attention to how people feel.
  I don't think that this one needs an explanation, like at all.
  
  
• Nine. You don’t drown by falling in the water. You drown by staying there.
  I'm getting a little deep here today - deep like the water, ha. Pun intended.
  
  



• Ten. You can’t please everyone.
  “I don’t know the secret to success, but the secret to failure is trying to please everyone” – Bill Cosby.
  This man knows about JELLO, so I mean, obviously I trust him. But seriously - the sooner you realize that you'll never please everyone, the better.
  
  
• Eleven. Life is 10% of what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it.
  Try and think about things before you react, I promise that it makes a huge difference.
  
  
• Twelve. Life is like a party.
  Party like it's 1999. Or whenever. Just live life like a party and I'll be in the corner sipping on my double-vodka diet cokes. kaythanks.
  
  
• Thirteen. Never struggle to chase love, affection, or attention. If it isn’t given freely by another person, it isn’t worth having.
  I'm mainly trying to remind myself of this one. It's a valuable lesson that I've learned numerous times over and over again. Love, affection, and attention just don't matter if you have to beg for it.
  
  



• Fourteen. Embrace your weirdness.
  If you're weird, just go with it and let it happen. Who wants to be normal? Not me. If you've ever gotten a snapchat from me or looked at my instagram feed, you'll know that I fully embrace my weirdness. The weirder, the better.
  
  
• Fifteen. Giving up and moving on are two very different things.
  This one took me a long time to learn and its something that I try and remind myself of whenever I am in a situation where I need to 'move on' or 'give up'.
  
  
• Sixteen. Honesty is the best policy.
  ...unless you find a policy that involves unciorns, glitter, rainbows, and lollipops. That would be the best policy ever, and beats honesty every time.
  
  
• Seventeen. Music is good for the soul.
  Maybe it's just me, but I haven't met a problem or a life situation that I haven't been able to handle/tackle/deal with that couldn't be fixed or helped by listening to music.
  
  
• Eighteen. Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.
  I feel like this is a good piece of advice, and it's a piece of advice that I'm actively taking... clearly. Because I'm clearly always single and not 'ready'.
  
  
• Nineteen. Trying to be cool or following trends is for mindless sheep.
  This follows my other post about embracing your weirdness. Don't be a follower, and don't be a sheep. Who wants to be a sheep? I mean, yeah - they're cute and fluffy and they're all like 'baaaaaa', but no. Be yourself.
  
  



• Twenty. Dance everyday.
  I literally have a dance party everyday, and it makes my life a lot better. How can you be sad or in a bad mood when you're dancing? I'll give you a hint... you can't.
  
  



• Twenty-One. Patience is a virtue.
  I'm going to thank Mr. Miagi for this one - and my dad. Sometimes it sucks to have to be patient in life - but it's for the best. Wax on, wax off.
  
  
• Twenty-Two. When I lost all of my excuses, I found all of my results.
  This one is completely about my weight-loss. It took me 24 years to learn the importance of this and to learn to not make excuses for things anymore. It's something that I continue to work on - Every. Single. Day - but I can assure you that you'll never get ahead by making excuses all the time.
  
  
• Twenty-Three. Never let one bad day make you feel like you have a bad life.
  Been there, done that, didn't get the t-shirt. It's not worth it to go down that dark road. If you're having a bad day, just have a bad day and don't start questioning your whole life - you literally gain nothing and do nothing beneficial for yourself by doing this.
  
  
• Twenty-Four. You can grow stronger from the pain if you don’t let it destroy you.
  Except if you get kicked in the nuts. I obviously don't know this from experience - but I've heard that getting kicked in the nuts is pretty painful.
  
  
• Twenty-Five. The only time you should look back is to see how far you’ve come.
  Except if you have to do a shoulder check when you're driving, or if you need to walk backwards, or if someone behind you shouts your name. But other than these exact excuses, just don't look back. Physically or metaphorically. The past 24 years have been amazing and today begins the journey of the rest of my life from my Quarter Life onwards.