Friends for the Holidays Part 1

I, like so many diehard fans, wanted to spend a bit of my holidays catching a few episodes. My hubby had a great idea: why don’t we watch some Netflix and chill! No! Wait! I just found out what that means!

What he really meant was: Let’s watch the holiday episodes in the Friends seasons, you love the show so much and I love you so it’s a win/win

*ok, that may not have been exactly what he said, but it’s pretty dang close

Obviously I thought the idea was awesome AND I thought it would be a great idea for a blog post or even a series of them. So here we go…

If you don’t really know me, soon you will discover how much of a Friends junky I really am. I have logged thousands of hours laughing it up with Ross, Joey, Pheebs, Rachel, Mon and Chandler. I have learned valuable life lessons, copied haircuts and style and I would argue that Kauffman and Crane did create one of the best sitcoms of all time. All time. NO! All time.

To celebrate all things holiday-ish we sat down to watch a few of the episodes that fell around the Christmas Season.

S1 The One with the Monkey:

OMG! 1994!!! I love how this show is such a time capsule. In 1994 I was a youngin’, so these episodes didn’t enter my universe until later but MAN you gotta love the clothes. We were curious: were those giant vest cardigans ever actually cool in the 90’s? The scrungees I totally get, velvet dresses I thought were so fancy (apparently making a comeback?!) and cameras WITH Film!

But holy shit those sweater vests.

The episode is really a great starting point for a chat about how relationships can leave a mark on your heart. For those of you who might not know this is where we meet David (aka Scientist Guy aka Hank Azaria).


Enter the discussion about long-distance romances! Sometimes you meet the one but the timing is off, and Phoebe shows us what a strong person should act like. Sure, you’re going to be so sad, but if you really love someone you’re going to want them to have all the opportunities in the world, and that means letting them go.

It’s really neat how #spoileralert the writers brought David back on more than one occasion.




closing in on my end of the year pity party

It’s happening , the pity police are closing in.

I discovered in my University Years that I fall into a trap of self doubt at the same time each year. If I’m lucky it only happens once in a year. But it’s mid December (winter exam time) & it happened this past March (end of year exams!).

I don’t know what happened to my mojo. For a while I was happy with how things were going. I became a mom and it has been the bliss I have been looking for to fill my life.

People always say “One Day at a Time” BUT what the heck?! what if I can’t figure out one day from the next? what am I going to do when my kiddo starts school and I’m back to square one? I’ll be doing the same thing day in day out, but without her making me laugh. She’ll be saving all of her shenanigans for her peers – those lucky ducks!

And you know who says the One Day business? People like my husband who seem to have things sorted out. or my parents. or my best friend.

This latest cluster-truck of over analyzing started Monday, I just finished leading a discussion about this great book Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us. it’s a handy book, Daniel.H.Pink talks about what we know to be true about ourselves but how work environments don’t have their act together when it comes to motivating staff. If you have a chance to pick it up I recommend it. I would stay away from the audio book , D.H.P says the word experiment in a weird way and it was like nails on a chalkboard by the time I got to the end of disc 5.

Instead of being super stoked that I wrapped up on a high note  I  haven’t been able to stop thinking about what the book says and how I feel about myself. Am I in a good head space? Where do I go from here? Will I EVER find satisfaction?

To be clear, I do find satisfaction in most areas of my life. I don’t want my family to think I’m some asshole who doesn’t love them. I’m not a monster.

But I am so curious to know what my future holds, I have not frickin’ clue. Where should I start?

What about you friendly reader? Have you found your calling? Do you use simple techniques to set goals and then achieve them? I’d love to hear your philosophies on life.

Talk soon,


Lingerie lame-o

So, in the world of lingerie I am completely…. lame!

I’m not one to shy away from some well fitted underclothing but I admit it I have no lingerie game. zero. zilch.

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it – I’m not a robot. But I’m a bit more conservative when it comes to the bedroom. I enjoy a comfy pair of long johns like any maple syrup lovin’ Canadian chic! they are so cute and practical!

But in all honesty I just never embraced lingerie because, for me, it just didn’t seem right.

Somehow this is supposed to be sexy. Is she trying to smoke her undies for flavor? Call me confused.
Somehow this is supposed to be sexy. Is she trying to smoke her undies for flavor? Call me confused.

Blazers? Yes, essential wardrobe staple. Corset? Not so much! Flip Flops? Absolutely! Thongs? I don’t think so (the thong song excluded).

But lately I have decided to get me some confidence, my post baby body is not so bad (it only took 3+ years) and I realized today that DAMMIT I don’t see why I should shy away from things. I had a baby for fricks sakes, I let strangers see my hoo-haw but I can’t wear some stockings? Psshaw!

SO I thought I would investigate and share the hilarity with you! The misadventures are the best part.

I will say this – PLEASE for all that is unmentionables, avoid buying online. I do these things to help my fellow humans. Buying online works if you are familiar with the brand/sizing. In my case I gambled and I lost.

I braved a store to find answers. I was looking for a place that wasn’t filled with teenage sales girls who shouldn’t be trying to upsell me pasties (EW!).

There's nothing wrong with buying underwear, just don't try to sell me matching pasties! Get away from me
There’s nothing wrong with buying underwear, just don’t try to sell me matching pasties! Get away from me

But I also didn’t want someone like my mother. (what a buzzkill!) So I found a place and I will say this: I don’t know what the store did with the change room lighting but HOly Moly where can I get that set up? my skin looked radiant! 🙂 Besides the change room ambiance I only fell over once (ok, twice) and the sales girl who helped me didn’t laugh… too hard. They didn’t bug me while shopping so kudos to them for leaving me the heck alone.

In the end I found something not too risky and not too long john-y or full flannel so I’m thinking I’m heading in the right direction. Plus I liked the stores other holiday jammy options so I’m most certainly heading back for snowflake patterned long johns. HOT!

What about you? have you had any underwire mishaps that are hilarious and you want to share? this might be the place to tell! Try on a hair band that turned out to be a tube top? High -five the sales girl that kept the weirdo guy out of the change room area? If we can’t laugh what have we got!

Have a great weekend friends,


camping with kids

Summer is officially over, Hello Fall!

I thought it would be fun to talk about all the summer stuff now 🙂

We can stay cozy inside and reminisce about the fun adventures of summer 2015 together.

In late August we decided to try a short camping trip with our toddler, now I wouldn’t say that the entire trip was all things amazing all the time. But all of the little stuff added up to one hell of a trip. it was a nice learning experience, I found out that it is possible to camp with a little one without losing your mind (anxiety girl over here did not sleep so well leading up to the trip) but I found by making a few lists ahead of time and talking it out we prepared for the trip well and might do it again next summer.

The little things that really added up for me made the trip so great. My husband is the outdoorsy camping guy, I’m the I camped to stay up late with my friends and get drunk / spend all weekend sleeping on the beach gal so I really had to prepare myself for 1. there would be minimum to no drinking  2. I had to make sure no one fell in the fire pit 3. oh right, I’m a mom.

But seriously, the 3 days away were really great after all. I owned the crap out of my messy clothes and the fine coating of dirt and accepted the fact that this trip was more about my husband and daughter making memories then it was about me. This time, it wasn’t about me. And I was ok with that.

The standout moments from our trip came down to 5 things:

  • We made the most of our roadtrip to and from Algonquin park with almost NO drama. No one was car sick, the car wasn’t so ridiculously stuffed with our shit that we could actually see out the windows. I’m proud to say we may have figured out what to pack/not pack
  • We hiked a 2+km trail just the 3 of us, no one around and just a butt load of trees. We had a group hug at the end b/c our daughter walked the entire way. #celebratethesmallthings

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  • I was worried about how sleeping in a tent would work for our little one, would the sun wake her at the crack of dawn? apparently not! it was probably b/c I bundled her into this jammy caccoon that kept her all snug as a bug. Not even kidding, we brought fleece footy jammies and a sherpa sweater… for August… in Ontario. Layers are the Key …. and a tuque. Always have an effing tuque.
  • the water was cold but my husband humored me and I had the chance to swim every day. swimming is one my THINGS (add it to the growing list of THINGS!) But one spot in particular really changed my day. I was swimming at East Beach, and as I was looking at the trees surrounding me there was this deafening silence of a moment for me, a clarifying moment. it sounds so cliche, but it happened right then and I realized how small I was in this insanely huge world.
  • watching the stars come out with my kid. to be up in Algonquin really is a game changer when it comes to seeing stars, and I’m a fan of the universe and all the burning balls of gas up there. Just beautiful.

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If my daughter could tell you what her favorite parts from our trip where she would probably tell you:

  • Comfort stations – regular bathrooms are no longer acceptable places to go pee
  • dirt is amazing – I spent time “sweeping” the camp site when we arrived
  • Road trips mean chocolate milk – parents bribed me with chocolate milk
  • My mom was filthy but I had lots of clean clothes – I’m glad someone was looking after me, I was cozy

What about you? was there something fun this summer that really made it the BEST ever? did you have an awesome staycation? Insane Adventure? What made this summer super fun for ya? I’d love to hear about it


Stickers are the answer!

That’s right friends, if you have kids you’re probably saying “No Shit Ainsley!” well you can stop reading.

But seriously! I had thought stickers were for the age when you had a sticker collection!  You can tell I’m a kid of the late 80s to 90s. I had a book with pages dedicated to different styles – puffy, sparkly, artificial fruit smell, NKOTB etc. NO?! just me?

I guess we can add “kids are sticker fiends” to the already long list Stuff about Being a Parent, and those dang Kids, I didn’t know.

I recently discovered the power of stickers. I have a toddler and we are entering the Potty Zone! It’s that time in my life when I have to embrace all things poop. I swore before I became a mom that I would refrain from poo chatter. I was that jerk sans kids who agreed with my husband “we won’t talk about poop all the time, we will stay current and keep up with important social issues” eff off former child free snobby self, hate to break it to you but at some point in the day your partner might ask you for the poop scoop.

But this post was really supposed to be about the power of stickers. What is it that makes stickers so fascinating? they are sticky, colorful… wait I’m starting to see now. I fear the day that stickers no longer work as a bargaining chip, one day she will see through my thin veil of lies and call me out. In the mean time her potty chart is very busy with stickers and hopefully some day soon we will be diaper free! #celebratethesmallstuff

What about you? have you found a trick to help in the potty training department? do you still have your sticker collection?

All the stickers we can find are now ending up on the Potty Chart. Good thing my husband and I horded stickers for so long!

*please note: there may be future posts related to shit, toilet humor and other items considered inappropriate, it’ll be hilarious!

Ice Cream

It’s the little things that we need to appreciate. The funnypetiteandsweet things.

I was waiting in my car for the light to turn green and I was distracted by all of the wonderfully different people walking by. I was near the park and it was sweltering! one of those stupid hot days (one I promised I wouldn’t complain about!) and I saw lots of people trying their best to stay cool.

Just off to the side there is a randomly placed bench under beautiful old trees. this little patch of heaven is squeezed b/w a few roads, a grocery store and a seniors/assisted living home. And sitting on the bench was a woman, an octogenarian with the BIGGEST tub of ice cream I have ever seen and a single plastic spoon. under the shade of these trees it didn’t matter about the cars, she was enjoying the spoon of ice cream and the look on her face was so content, satisfied and happy. Just. Happy. One single moment. and it made me happy too.

No fuss, no cares, just a giant tub of Neapolitan and a single spoon.

The tub of ice ceam
A Giant Tub of Ice Cream

Looking back I wish I could have taken a picture of her enjoying her ice cream, I think of the image as I try to dial back the crazy, as I focus on the small things and not the huge things that are out of my control. it is this image of contentment that we all aspire to. Finding the simple things and finding happiness.

That is what I want for today and tomorrow and the next day.


A giant tub of ice cream and a single spoon.

What simple, small (or large) thing makes you happy?

Happy Birthday to… YOU!

Happiest of Birthdays to you!

There is nothing like celebrating a friend’s birthday, I’m one of those people who has grown to dislike my day of birth.

I realized that it’s denial on my part, getting older comes with so many exciting challenges. For adults I think it is the fact that another birthday has gone by and it is a reminder of all of the things we haven’t had the chance to tackle. How could this year be gone already?! So many crafts I wanted to start!

But when you’re 8 and you have your first slumber party or you turn 16 and your parents surprise you with the basketball net (THANKS MOM & DAD!). Having a birthday when you’re a kid is full of awesomeness!

BUT as you get older the milestone birthdays are the ones that start to get really fun! For me it’s even more fun when it’s for someone else! Not that long ago a group of friends celebrated Kat’s 30th Birthday. We celebrated BIG time! All grown up and stuff,

I’m talkin’ hotel party y’all!

Hotel party! Obligatory novelty napkins, fruit display and party guests

If you’re a baseball fan you have probably thought about having a party at the hotel that connects to the SKYDOME Rogers Centre. I have to tell you, this party did not disappoint. I was surrounded by people I love, there was food, dranksss and no kids. I can’t speak for everyone, but I had a great time! I made some new acquaintances, had the chance to catch up with my friends and got to have a sleep over with my hubs in a king size bed. With comfy pillows.

I hope that Kat had a great time, and judging by the pics I would say she did indeed.

Happiest of Birthdays to you Kat! I think she was surprised!

Happiest of Birthdays to you Kat! I think she was surprised!

What about you? Have you been to a memorable birthday party? A good theme party you want to tell us about? Did you have a fantastic party thrown in your honor?


jean machine

Not too long ago I was kinda pissed at my husband.

My husband is a fan of all things clothing related. He is a loyal GQ subscriber, enjoys shopping at Winners and always tries to look his very best. he is my go to when I want to make sure I don’t look like a hobo as I’m going out the door to playgroup/the pet store/craft shoppe/restaurant etc.

he is the person I envy when it comes to wardrobe, well I envy his ability to find clothes that fit, plus I envy the ladies in my life and famous people and their clothing but that’s not realistic (Hellloooo personal stylists & tailors!). To be honest I have found that pushing a human the size of a watermelon out of my bajingo has made finding things that fit a bit of a challenge (and did I mention frustrating? no one told me that would happen!) and I don’t have to “dress up” to go to work in my home office…

Anywho! we came upon a sale at the Gap (when don’t they have a sale amiright?!) and my hubby bought new jeans. To say my husband has a few pairs in his closet, is an understatement, at last count I saw about 8 to 10 pairs. Plus he does seem to take his sweet time wearing clothes out. To show you what I mean here is a pic of his jeans that are about 4 years old next to his brand new pair (same wash, style). It got me thinking wow! what a life these jeans have had, in 4 years hubby-o-mine has done a lot. He became a father (gulp!) started a new job, worked on house projects, traveled, and lived! as much as a person can on a tight budget 🙂

I couldn’t stay pissed b/c, lets face it, he looks good in those denim blues. What I can do is be happy that he is happy wearing his jeans and that he is living his life, and his clothes, to the max.

What about you? Do you have a favorite pair of jeans or a sweater that is almost rags you just can’t bear to part with? do you have an item in your closet that you wish you had multiples of?

Hubby Jeans circa 2011 (LH) compared to recent purchase 2015
Hubby Jeans circa 2011 (LH) compared to recent purchase 2015

Ben & Jen – say it ain’t so!

I love how celebrity divorces take on a life of their own thanks to the internets.

Of course I don’t mean that I enjoy families falling apart and all the unhappiness, but what I think is hilarious is how a celeb marriage comes under such scrutiny. Gossip rags analyze every photo to death trying to find some sort of body language, cue that “signaled” things were ending (I’m looking at you Cosmo). just because the person isn’t smiling in the photo (probably #4 of 3000) doesn’t mean that things are falling apart. or does it? BenandJenFrom what I have seen online it sounds like Bennifer 2.0 are doing things right, as far as celebrity divorces can go, they made a quick announcement and then packed up the kids and Got Outta Dodge. Taking the summer to spend some quality time with the kids and stay out of the spotlight to get their shit together seems so… normal. The kids aren’t in school so they don’t have to deal with difficult questions or bullies (or paparazzi) and by the time summer is over things may resemble some sort of normal. Ben and Jen had a good run in terms of celeb marriages. 10 years is a long time for any couple no matter who they are!

My friend Ms.Poehler wrote in her book Yes Please, a 10 year marriage is certainly not a failure – it is 10 years with kids and that’s a long time in any persons life. This is just a new chapter. Now that the couple are out of the prying eyes of the paparazzi you know what that means? The world can speculate with glorious insanity about the who, what and the where, but I know that everyone is really concerned about Matt Damon… who’s getting MD in the divorce? OR!!! (and I LOL’d at this post found on the internets – again, I’m lookin’ at you Cosmo) could this mean that Bennifer the Original could happen again? or maybe I need to stop clicking on links to Cosmo. Could it be the early 2000s all over again? Lets give Jenny from the Block another look/listen. Rocks, Beige clothing, Big Hair and J.Lo. We can have all the fun we want talking about celebs, but in the end let’s hope that the kids are all right and that everyone gets along in the end.