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Have you ever gotten lost in a box full of old photos and cards and notes and before you know it an hour or two has past? That’s exactly what happened to me last night. I went up to the storage closet in search of a specific photo, which I found right away, but it was in a box that had tons of other photos, as well as letters from when I worked at a summer camp, and stacks of notes and cards from Mario that extend back to even before the beginning of our relationship – and it gave me the warmest, fuzziest feeling, like you know the warmth of when the first sip of red wine hits your belly, it was like that but 500 times more intense! For me, that box, and the several others that I have stored away, are like treasure boxes full of gold; […]

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIOiwg2iHio&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1] As Kermit The Frog has painstakingly brooded over the years, it’s not that easy being green – despite all the earth-friendly initiatives flying my way on Earth Day yesterday. I gotta say, as much as I love the colour green, and as much as I love the idea of being green, I am so NOT the greenest girl around. I commute to work, driving approximately 172 km a day, 860 km a week, I do not carpool (blame the job, not the girl), I travel by plane up to twice a year, and when they took my trash bin away at work, and replaced it with a blue box, I put up the biggest fight in the world … what can I say, I liked the convenience. At home, I try to recycle (I do) and I try not to aimlessly run the water, and I try not to

The things girls will do for a good deal on great shoes. Leaving for work this morning, at around 7:15, I drove past the old Army and Navy shop on Columbia street. It was another 45 minutes before the shop opened, but there were already 100 women, at least, standing in the pouring rain, peering through the store’s windows. I shook my head and smiled. I understood. We’re girls – we do crazy things for shoes. And today was the first day of the Army and Navy’s annual “legendary” shoe sale. This sale is not your ordinary shoe sale, oh no, it’s chock-a-block full of shoes; one whole floor dedicated to women’s shoes alone. Heels, flats, sneakers, sandals, gladiators, open-toed, closed toed, printed, canvas, leather, classic, runway … oh man, it’s enough to make a girl’s eyes pop! But I didn’t stop. Nope. I had to get to work. I had

There was a bit of a pummeling going on in the gym today, and I was the unfortunate victim. No, no, there were no fisticuffs coming my way, nothing like that, just a full-fledged workout whipping is all! For the last two days my head has been stuck inside my work computer, hardly coming up for any air at all. And so last night when I got home I crashed, I could hardly keep my eyes open. But tonight, I couldn’t possibly do the same, no matter how much I wanted to. And while the numbers may not show it, my gawd, I felt like I was giving her. My face was the colour of the rhubarb tart I made earlier this week; my heart was pounding; my breath was gusting. Beads of sweat were dripping into my eyes and ears, so much so that my earbuds wouldn’t stay put,

The old man listened! It stopped raining, oh boy did it ever! The sun and heat were going full strength this morning. When I finally got my butt out the door, at about 11:15, the temperatures had to have been hovering in the high teens, if not the 20s (keep in mind I was running, my temperature gage may have been a little skewed). The run felt good, it was a fairly hilly route right from the get-go (can’t really avoid hills in New West) so I wanted to go slow and really work on my form and not burn all of my energy on the first hill. I felt pretty good the whole way, and fairly loose, except for the front of my left thigh which was tight to beat all hell, and somewhat unexplainable given that I haven’t done much in the last few days. Maybe it was