A Princess and 4 Boys

  I love me a good empower the woman/search for what you believe in story. If you don't know, Eat Pray Love is about a woman who pursues the things she thinks will bring her happiness. One of my dearest friends, Carly, took a great leap and drove across Canada to live for six months or more.  I am incredibly proud of her.  It takes a lot of courage to take that plunge and do the drive. I remember when I read the book wondering if I had that option and who are we kidding, bravery, to leave the comforts of my everyday life behind and pursue what I believe is my own happiness, where would I go and what would I pursue? I love Europe but I couldn't live there.  There is no order and people are so relaxed there...that alone would give me an meltdown. Backpacking or living in small little unique places is not something that interests me.  An attempt to visit every city/airport that has a Starbucks would be really cool and while that wouldn't exactly be ...

My eyes were all wide eyed and buggy yesterday and I was obsessed by the new traps I had purchased to catch our squatter!  I couldn't think or talk about anything else all day. I drove home quickly thinking about Stuart Little's distant cousin having his last meal and then meeting his death. I got home and the traps were empty.  SO SAD!!!! I didn't hear him all night and I conjured up all these thoughts about him bringing all his friends to our house and lifting our beds up and throwing them out the windows. Woke up at 5:45am and ran to the traps...NOTHING!!!!! 7:30am...guess what?  Yup....Ding Dong the mouse is dead!

Disclaimer: Do not read if you are in any way related to some form of PETA loving association as your heart will undoubtedly break. We have had a mouse in our house for a couple of weeks and the shithead continues to elude our attempts at evicting him.  This mouse feels the need to hang out in Jon's bedroom (I mean who wouldn't want to) and ours. We initially went the humane way and got the traps with poison in them for him to go and peacefully die in his home with his spouse next to him holding his paw.  He (I am assuming the shithead is a male) kicked over these traps in a "fuck you" kind of manner. Next Jonathan and I purchased those 1912 traps that you put food in them to lure them in and then snap their necks (do you hear the diminishing level of care for how he dies in my text).  We tried cheese and the little fucker somehow removed the cheese and the trap did not go off in either of them.  Jon and I did research and decided to now upgrade to peanut butte...

Generally, I don't get all sad when celebrities pass.  Don't get me wrong, I was alongside everyone when Princess Diana was killed in the car accident; I was working the late shift in reservations at the Fantasyland Hotel when we all got the news. Imagine my surprise however when Boris called to tell me that Prince died and I got teary.  I love Prince.  I discovered my love for him at a very young age when my parents had the Purple Rain LP and I would play that constantly alongside the ABBA record.  I was fortunate enough to see him in 1995 during The Gold Experience tour and I threw my panties (new ones obviously) with my number written in them with a glitter gel pen...he never called. He always beat to his own drum and frankly didn't give two craps about what others thought of him.  He exhumed class and style. The musical industry lost a great one today.

I am 40 and so very uncool! Wait, what?  When did that happen? I used to think I was going to be the super cool mom and wife but somewhere along the way I became vanilla...who am I kidding...I just became pure vanilla from Mexico rather than President's Choice vanilla extract. I drive a Ford Flex because it is practical and large and safe...where did my 67 mustang dream go? I have been reflecting on my life as a 40 year old vanilla life surrounded by the men in my life and I couldn't be happier. Here is to 40 being a great year and embracing the #pumkinspice lifestyle.  

I have noticed as of late that my blog is filled with doom and gloom. Who wants to read a "whoa is me" blog??? I thought I would mention what inspires me. First and foremost, my husband inspires me to keep reaching for the stars.  I have never had such an amazing cheerleader.  He believes in me in ways that I don't even believe in myself.  When I think I can't do it, Boris is right there telling me otherwise and proving how I can and will do it.  Disney!!  I love every single thing about Disney. I love the parks, the cruise, the movies, the books, the history.  I love how happy it makes me when I walk through the gates and how we make absolutely incredible memories when we go to the parks and the cruises. Howard Schultz is an incredible man.  If you dont' know him, he is the CEO of Starbucks.  He left Starbucks and came back when it needed change. He isn't afraid to take risks, think outside the box and what I have learned t...

There is lots about the hockey season I hate...namely the darn Budweiser light that my husband has in the living room but is rarely there to watch a game.  Those of you who know me well, know that I get spooked by this thing all the time. Our home is a Calgary Flames home.  My dad loved his Senators. It would be a normal Saturday night when dad/Boris and I were texting about the hockey games.  He would trash talk us and we, him.  I am going to miss that this winter so Boris and I are going to a Flames/Senator game.  I am not certain how I will be but I couldn't think of a better way to be close to my dad as I am sure he will be watching and yelling at his Senators while we kick their butts!!!