My Valentine


We celebrated Valentine’s Day early this year since it was on a Tuesday and Hubby is having a busy week.  He heard about this great German place downtown called Bauhaus that he really wanted to try, so we did.
Its been awhile since we went on a nice dinner together.  So we ordered the 6 course tasting menu.  It was absolutely amazing!  If you’re ever in Vancouver go check out Bauhaus!

Here are some courses that I took photos of on my phone.

The Radleys


I started this book sometime last year and was reading it on and off until I finally finished the rest of the book last night.  

I bought this book at Costco because it’s a great place to get some top selling books for a good price.  I have a slight facination with vampires so when I read the synopsis and it was about a vampire family I was intrigued.  

I must say, this isn’t your typical vampire book.  It’s definitely not a twilight type of series either. (Side note, I only read the twilight series because of its popularity, not because it was an ‘amazing’ read because it wasn’t).  So it’s definitely different in that aspect.  

I usually read for pure entertainment, as do most people I would assume?  If a book doesn’t grab my attention in he first few chapters, I don’t go back to it.  This book doesn’t have traditional chapters, but people’s perspectives.  It did take a while for me to get into the book, but I stuck it out and halfway through I couldn’t put it down.

The book is basically about a family of vampires, but the mom and dad has never told their teenage kids that they’re vampires.  So by abstaining from blood, the family gets these weird depression like symptoms.  

One night the daughter is at a party and an incident happens where the secret is revealed.  They bring in a wild brother in law, who is in love with the wife and the rest of book is basically about protecting the daughter and their secret, but also discovering what it means to be a vampire etc.

The storyline is intriguing and eventually draws you into don’t give up too fast if you decide to read it.  The author has a sense of humour, but I don’t always follow it (maybe because it’s British humour? And I’m not British?) and I’m not going to lie, I did skim some of the areas where I thought the information wasn’t nesseccary to tell a good story. I tend to do this a lot and I don’t find that miss anything important in the story and makes my reading experience better because I’m not bored!

It’s a light read and offers a different type of vampire plot line.  So for people who are die hard traditional vampire book lovers, maybe this isn’t for you…. but if you’re looking for a light fun read, give it a try.  It’s not all about vampirism.  It’s about family and sticking together, with a weird twist and secrets.

I would give it 3.5 out of 5 stars because it wasn’t amazing, but I did really enjoy the second half of the book so it didn’t bomb either.

The Worst Mascara


I usually don’t comment on the products that I use because ….to each their own and everyone has their preferences for different products.  Also, everyone has a different skin type and certainchemical balance that works with certain products.  
Sure, looking beautiful is over rated thanks to our vast entertainment world.  We do it to ourselves though.  We continue to watch the shows/movies read the glossy magazines… but I to have bought into the fad diets…  I’ll can also admit that I’ve spent a lot of money to try to be my beautiful… I still spend money  to try to be my beautiful….ok fine, Maybe I don’t try AS hard now that I’m married and have a wonderful husband who loves me for me and not my makeup….

But I still try to be presentable.  

Especially in public.  I have horrible skin. I’ve had acne all my life and I can thank my mom for that, so I cover up a lot.  (Poor Alli, I already know she’s going to have bad skin like her parents, but I’m going to try my hardest to try to help her solve the problem rather than just covering it up like me).  I’ve scaled back a lot on the makeup because now I feel like less is more.  I try to enhance my natural features like my round cheeks and full lips and long eye lashes! 

Which brings me to the point of the blog… mascara.  I don’t have a favourite mascara even though I’ve tried many different brands.  When I have more money in my account I’ll splurge on the ‘expensive’ mascara $30+ and when we’re trying to save money ,like now that I’m in maternity leave and not making any money, I’ll get whatever appeals to me at the drug store.  

So I was at London Drugs (a western Canadian very local, one of my absolutely favourite, drug store) last week and looking for a new mascara.  I couldn’ve just bought what was working previously, but I like trying new things.  And I haven’t tried this brand of mascara before, Marcelle,  so I bought it.

Upon opening, I knew it wasn’t going to be great because the mascara was really thick and goopy… like it was really old…but then I put it on anyways because maybe that’s normal?  Well, its not normal because as I suspected, it clumps! And the worst part…. it smudges too!  So it checked all the worst things that no girl wants in a mascara! Hence, the worst mascara I’ve ever bought.  Not impressed at all… it took me another week to be able to go back out to get a new mascara one that has worked before.

Has anyone else used this brand of mascara? Have you have the same results as I did? This is going in the garbage! Although I should ask the drug store if I can get my money back….

The Big Question


Q: “So, are you guys going to try for another one soon?”

A: At this moment in time? NO.  Are you kidding me? I still remember the pain.  I’m still going through the emotions of taking care of one baby now you’re asking me about two?  Did you also forget we have a very high energy dog?  Who did just throw up today and may be extra bummed about it.  So, No, we’re not thinking about having a second one anytime soon.  At least I’m not, and umm right now my brain is saying hell no, my body says rest and my heart looks at my little baby girl and cries a thousand tears because she’s so darn cute and amazing!  So wouldn’t baby number 2 be just as cute and amazing?  No….it’s a lottery.  I’ll love my child regardless, but Alli is a great baby and what if number 2 is uber difficult? No..can’t do it right now. I just can’t.

Mind over Mind


I had a really tough day yesterday.  I woke up, went through my morning routine, kissed my husband goodbye as he went to work and fed Alli her first meal of the day.  

Then I just started having these thoughts that I’m not spending enough quality time with my daughter.  Even though I spend all her waking moments with her.  I then started to think about not wanting to be a mom because I felt like I’m not cut out for it.  I started thinking about how maybe I’m not doing enough for her.  I started to think about a lot of things… I had a tough day…

I cried it out.  I told my husband he needed to come home on time because I needed him.  I needed his support and his reassurances.   I needed someone to tell me that I was doing everything I can for our baby girl and that no mom is perfect.  

And then I was on Facebook trying to get my mind off things. One of my friends commented on one of my posts and gave me a compliment without knowing how I was feeling yesterday and said how I was such a great friend and listener and that I’m going to be an awesome mom.  She has no idea how badly I needed that compliment at that moment.  She brought me down from the ledge.  My mind started focusing again.  I started to realize that I’m not doing a bad job because Alli is healthy and happy and growing.  

I then started to tell myself that I’m going to be ok, that I’m able to do this. I can do this. I am doing this.  Instead of letting my mind get out of control, I took control.  Mind over mind.

Yesterday was a bad day. Today is a new day and a much better day.  




A great blogger, Kathy Garland from Kwoted, posted about a BFF breakup recently.  Her post made me think about a BFF I once had and how I miss that relationship.

Let’s call her X (I won’t use her real name).  X and I became good friends when we started skipping classes together in High School.  Funny how you can bond over small things.  I hated French and Data Processing classes…she just hated school.  After we graduated, we went to different community colleges, but we bonded over shopping and clubbing and having a ton of fun being young adults enjoying life.

X would sleep over sometimes because her mom would lock her out of the house.  There was this one time, we went clubbing and when we dropped her off, she couldn’t get in.  We always knew to wait in case that happened, so she slept over at my place.  Somehow her mom knew she was at my house (I only lived 3 blocks away), and came banging on our door at 8 in the morning demanding we give her back her daughter.  My aunt was visiting us from Ontario took offence to that. There was a small argument between the adults, and X slowly slumped out the door with her mom.  I was told to never hang out with her again….which only made our friendship stronger.  We told each other everything and spent countless hours together.  She was always there when I needed her.

Over the next few years, our relationship was solid, until one day it wasn’t.  Maybe because I started to settle down, I had found my Mr. Right and she was on shaky ground with her long time boyfriend…..they ended up breaking up.  I guess we didn’t have as much in common anymore.  She still wanted to go out and party and I wanted to be with my Mr. Right at home and save money.  We eventually only met up once in a blue moon for dinner…I slowly stopped calling her my best friend.

When I got engaged, I didn’t ask her to be my bridesmaid because I didn’t know if I could count on her.  She had a tendency to be too busy all the time and never had time for me anymore.  I did ask if she would like to speak at the reception, and she accepted.  Her speech was bitter sweet and we cried, laughed and hugged at what she said.  Bitter because after my marriage, we saw even less of each other.

I’ve now been married 4.5 years and I’m a mother to a 2.5month old baby.  She hasn’t met her yet.  I think I was able to tell her I was pregnant in person, at our now maybe once a year dinner.  I invited her to my baby shower, but she couldn’t come.  She did send a present for the baby.  She’s never visited the new house my husband and I purchased back in Sept. 2015.  I know I don’t call her my BFF anymore, because I can’t.  We haven’t been there for each other.  I’ve reached out so many times and I’m tired of giving so much energy and not receive anything  back.

I miss her. I hope we’ll have our once a year dinner soon. Or at least have her return one of my text messages.

Anyone Who Had A Heart…


Did you know that millions of products we buy has palm oil in it? Did you know that because palm oil is so cheap that it’s all manufacturers want to use, even though there may be better options? Indonesians are constantly destroying their forests to plant more palms and animals are dying because of the fires or killings or they do not have a home anymore. We need to try harder to make the changes. I know I don’t try hard enough…..and we need to try harder because if we all made small changes, it can equal to be a massive change.

A mother orangutan with her little baby clinging to her approached a village in Borneo. She was looking for food her her baby as her home had been encroached on first by the villagers and then stripped bare by palm oil companies.


A group of villagers spotted her, began throwing rocks at her and beating her with sticks.

A male orang nearby saw what was happening and tried to defend the already weakened and possibly already injured mother. He was chased away.

The villagers continued to beat the mother until she fainted. Then they tied her with ropes and tried to pull her daughter away. She rallied for a moment and tried to rescue her baby so the villagers dragged her to a pool of water and submerged her head until she passed out.

Then they threw her into a cage.

They tossed the baby in with her.

She was…

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