tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25461150158114470772024-03-17T23:03:11.935-04:00Let Life Be Like MusicAlex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-41764942057074680742014-04-25T07:49:00.000-04:002014-04-25T07:49:09.726-04:00& then I stopped bloggingYou may have noticed that this blog of mine has been really quiet lately. To those of you that have sent me a message/email to check in on me, thank you, I really appreciate it. It's a reminder of why I enjoyed blogging so much in the first place - because of all the wonderful blog friends I made. But, then life got in the way.<br />
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If you follow me on <a href="http://instagram.com/alexonig#" target="_blank">Instagram</a>, you've already seen the big news.<br />
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When we got back from the Dominican, we got an eight week old puppy! Kira is a Shepherd Rottweiler mix and the little love of my life.<br />
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She's also a <u>lot</u> of work. My days are now spent training her, caring for her and spending (almost) every waking moment (where I'm not at work) with her (this is not to take away from all the hard work Andrew puts in with her. He spends a lot of time with her too). This all means less time to blog. <br />
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Have I missed blogging? Absolutely.<br />
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But something happened over the weekend. Friends came over. Food was ordered. I reached for my phone. My first thought was, "I need to take a picture of this so I can blog about it." Then, I stopped. I put my phone down. I didn't take a picture. Instead, I grabbed a plate and dug in. For once, I lived in the moment. Something I hadn't really understood, or done, before. I welcomed the moment.<br />
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Although I'll miss having a personal (and public) online diary where I record all the details of my weekly activities, I think it's time for me to take a step back. <br />
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This isn't to say I'm done blogging for good. Chances are, I'll be back with a new blog (eventually). But as of this moment, <i>Let Life Be Like Music</i> is no longer my outlet. <br />
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Don't worry, when I start a new blog, I'll announce it on Instagram so you'll know about it. You can also keep in contact with me at letlifebelikemusicblog@gmail.com.<br />
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But for now, I shall enjoy more moments.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-65179846863425755352014-04-07T09:30:00.000-04:002014-04-23T11:53:43.233-04:00We're Back! Dominican Recap Part 1<i>We're officially back from the Dominican Republic! I hope everyone had an awesome week. I'll do my best to try to catch up on all your blogs, but first I need to get caught up at work! </i><br />
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<i>Don't hate me, but this week I'm just going to be blogging about our trip. Remember, this blog is also my personal (and public) diary. I definitely plan to look back on these posts in the future. So, bare with me and enjoy!</i><br />
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Andrew and I woke up bright and early on Friday, March 28 to hop on a plane and head to Puerto Plata, Dominican.<br />
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I have to start this recap off by saying that Air Transat is an amazing airline. I mean, just look at the lighting in the plane! The colours changed, depending if we were on the ground or not. Our flight was about 3.5 hours and we were given a hot meal, an alcoholic beverage and a large selection of in-flight movies. By the end of the flight home, I had seen <i>Last Vegas</i> (hilarious), <i>Delivery Man</i> (it was okay), <i>Captain Phillips</i> (very well done) and a few episodes of <i>The Big Bang Theory</i>.<br />
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After landing in Puerto Plata and grabbing our luggage, we made our way to the bus. We were so excited to make our way to our resort! That was, until our bus died. Yep, on the way to the resort, the transmission on the bus blew. So we had to sit and wait for a new bus to arrive.<br />
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Eventually, we made it to our resort though - hours before check-in time. Lucky for us, we had an ocean view suite ready for us which meant we didn't have to spend hours waiting to get settled in.<br />
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Our room was gorgeous and very spacious. We had an awesome patio which we enjoyed spending time on.<br />
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After getting settled in, it was time to eat. Oh man, Dominican food is <i>amazing</i>. After being to Cuba twice (Andrew has been three times), this food was definitely better than expected (if you haven't been to Cuba, you should know that the food there is not very good).<br />
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With full bellies, it was time to explore the beach.<br />
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The weather was perfect!<br />
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While taking in the scenery..<br />
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We watched planes fly above us.<br />
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As Andrew watched the planes, I set out to get us some drinks. What's an all-inclusive resort without the alcohol? It was time to get this party started!Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-69545933484072046842014-03-26T08:10:00.002-04:002014-03-26T08:10:17.680-04:00I Confess... I'm Leaving!It's Wednesday! Time to confess with <a href="http://www.lifeinprogress.ca/" target="_blank">Kathy</a>!<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> Andrew and I leave for the Dominican in two days! Other than a snapchat when I booked the trip (and me telling a few friends), I've been pretty quiet about it in case something came up work wise and the trip had to be cancelled. I <i>think</i> we're in the clear though (I'm crossing my fingers). <br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I've been checking the price of the trip since I booked it to see if it had gone down at all (which lead to the conversation above). When I booked it, I had the option of taking the Price Protection Guarantee or getting $20 off the vacation (per person). I chose the $20 off. I made a good choice. <br />
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<b>I confess...</b> The first time I went on an all-inclusive vacation was with Andrew, just four months after we started dating! We were told we were crazy for going on a vacation so early on in our relationship. I think that vacation defined our relationship though. When we came back, I got really bad post-vacation blues and we both knew we found the person we were happy to spend our lives taking trips with. Yes, just four months in. This vacation is in celebration of our 5-year dating anniversary. Aw. (You can read about our first trip together <a href="http://letlifebelikemusic.blogspot.ca/2013/04/travel-tuesday-our-first-vacation.html" target="_blank">here</a>.)<br />
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<b>I confess... </b>I'm a little sad that going away means I'm going to miss the season finale of <i>How I Met Your Mother</i>. I've been watching this show since the beginning and I've been so curious to know how it ends! I think when I get home, I'm just going to avoid the interwebz until I watch it. <br />
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<b>I confess...</b> This is my first time since I started blogging (about a year ago) that I'm going to be away from blogs for a whole week. I'm going to miss you guys! I also don't have any posts lined up while I'm gone. Try not to forget about me. Ktnx. <br />
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I love my city. I can't say it enough: I love Toronto! The hustle and bustle, the multiculturalism, the restaurants, bars and pubs, the fact that there's always something to do, the fact that I don't need a car because I can get anywhere in the city by public transit (which I groan about when there are delays).<br />
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One thing I don't like though? The overgrowth of condos. There are so many goddamn condos in this city!<br />
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Now don't get me wrong, if I could afford it, I'd live in a condo right now instead of renting an apartment. It's not condos I'm against, it's the amount of condos that are being built!<br />
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In my area alone, I can count at least six condos that are being built <b>right now</b>! They're all within a five block radius of each other! Putting up these condos meant closing some of my favourite stores. Houses were bought out and torn down to be replaced with condos. The only heritage site in my neighbourhood, a post-office, is being torn down for yet, that's right, another condo (despite a petition that happened last year). <br />
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If you go downtown, all you'll see is condo after condo after condo being built.<br />
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It's madness and it's making this city very congested. <br />
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I'm over it.<br />
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In some good new-building news: Toronto is in the talks of creating a <a href="http://toronto.ctvnews.ca/massive-60m-water-park-planned-for-toronto-area-1.1734082" target="_blank">$60M all-year-round water park</a>.<br />
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I can get on board with that. I just don't know where they'd put it. What with all the condos and all.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-33492616284058581822014-03-24T09:36:00.001-04:002014-03-24T09:36:48.519-04:00She Stepped On My FaceIt's Spring, right? It sure doesn't feel like it. Onto the weekend recap!<br />
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I got together with Eliane to get alterations done to my bridesmaids dress for her wedding. </div>
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-57609848735321736112014-03-21T08:00:00.000-04:002014-03-21T08:00:10.418-04:00He Can't Give Just One Answer (Boys Behind the Blog)I totally didn't realise that yesterday was the <a href="http://www.malsmiles.com/2014/03/the-boys-behind-blog-10-link-up.html" target="_blank">Boys Behind the Blog</a> linkup. Since I missed it last month, I'm linking up a day late so I don't miss it this month too.<br />
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Time to ask Andrew questions!<br />
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<b>1. What's your lucky number?</b><br />
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Andrew: 6? I don't know. 7?<br />
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Andrew: Yeah.<br />
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Me: What is it?<br />
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Andrew: You.<br />
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Me: Aw. No, but really, what is it?<br />
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Andrew: Nah, I don't have one. <br />
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Andrew: What the heck is that?<br />
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Me: It's okay, we're Canadian. <br />
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Andrew: Umm... Anil.<br />
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Me: Why did you say 'um'?<br />
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Andrew: Because it's a random Indian name. <br />
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Andrew: Ummmmm....<br />
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Me: Uh huh...?<br />
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Andrew: Have you ever tried the mile high club?<br />
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Me: Oh my god, really? That's your question?<br />
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Andrew: What? Is that not a valid question? Fine... What's your favourite type of pants? Jeans, sweats, etc?<br />
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Me: Okkk...<br />
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Andrew: When you go on vacation...<br />
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Me: No, you already asked two.<br />
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Andrew: No, put this one.<br />
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Me: Sigh. What is it?<br />
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Andrew: When you go on vacation, what is the one thing you want to accomplish?<br />
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Me: Accomplish? Uh, don't people go on vacation to relax?<br />
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Andrew: No, when you and I go on vacation, we go on tours and explore and stuff.<br />
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Me: Maybe accomplish isn't the right word..<br />
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Isn't Andrew fun? Happy weekend everyone!</div>
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-27177669194144655142014-03-20T09:00:00.000-04:002014-03-20T09:00:17.512-04:00March 2014 Ipsy Review: Destination Beauty<span style="background-color: white; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">What do you get when you sign up with </span><a href="http://www.ipsy.com/?refer=u-he8vhj4zl2yf4d" style="background-color: white; color: #ff9294; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Ipsy</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">?</span><br />
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$10 a month (plus shipping for some; $4.95 for me), subscribers receive
a Glam Bag with samples and full-sized beauty products which are unique
to them and the profile they filled out when they signed up! You don't
know what you're getting ahead of time. The only thing you know is that
it follows a theme. This month's theme was </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Destination Beauty</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">.</span><br />
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<b>Thoughts</b>: I love this shade and I'm fine with the rough texture of it. <br />
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<b>Be a Bombshell<br />Bora Bora Eyeshadow Quad</b></div>
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<b>Thoughts</b>: I love receiving makeup pallets in my Ipsy bags but I'm not sure about this shade. My eyes are blue/green so eyeshadow colours in that shade don't go so well with my eyes.<br />
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<b>bareMinerals<br />Marvelous Moxie Lipstick in Get Ready</b></div>
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<b>Cost</b>: $5.00<br />
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<b>Thoughts</b>: I've heard that bareMinerals is a good brand so I was happy to try this. The colour was really nice and it actually lasted for a while. I liked this product.<br />
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<b>Klorane<br />Smoothing and relaxing patches</b></div>
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I know it's hard to see what this is from the picture; sorry about that. Basically, they're under-eye patches. "Dark circles and puffiness are visibly reduced and the eye contour looks
fresh and bright. Cool patches in refrigerator before use to increase
effectiveness and enhance its refreshing effect." <br /><br />I was disappointed that we only received two packs. You can't really see a difference with just two patches.<br />
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The whole Glam Bag, with the bag!<br />
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I didn't like the look of this bag but at least the contents were pretty decent. I was really disappointed that we only received four products in this bag when normally we receive five. Hopefully we'll get five next month!<br />
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<b>How much I paid</b>: $14.95</div>
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<b>Savings</b>: $22.03</div>
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-32638699894439599322014-03-19T09:23:00.000-04:002014-03-19T09:23:01.849-04:00Waxing & Other ConfessionsThis is definitely going to be a regular post for me. I love confessing on Wednesdays with <a href="http://www.lifeinprogress.ca/" target="_blank">Kathy</a>!<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> <a href="http://www.lifeinprogress.ca/" target="_blank">Kathy</a> is amazing. No, seriously. After admitting on Monday that I'm trying to use weights now, she sent me motivating emails and even a workout routine to follow. I seriously appreciate it!<br />
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<b>I confess... </b>I judge you when you don't respond to comments or at least comment back. It's rude. I see you commenting on other blogs. You don't have to be an a-hole. Time to do some unfollowing! <br />
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<b>I confess... </b>I've been incorporating chia seeds into my breakfast. Are they supposed to taste like anything? I don't notice a taste and I think that's just fine. <br />
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<b>I confess... </b>I look at my Instagram feed constantly (basically, whenever I'm bored) but I almost never check Twitter. I often forget that I even have a Twitter account.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I wax - everywhere. Normally, I shave my legs, but sometimes I let that bad boy grow out so I can wax it and forget about it for a few weeks. This ends up making me super self-conscious when I'm hitting the showers at the gym and I look like a beast.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I paid $65 to get stabbed in the arm yesterday. Yep, I got an immunization shot for Hepatitis A. While I was there, the doctor said I was due for an immunization shot for tetanus, polio and all that other fun stuff, so she stabbed me in the other arm for free. I took it like a champ. (That's a lie. I spent the rest of the day complaining about how much my arms hurt and Andrew ended up picking me up from work so I wouldn't have to take public transit home, where I was bound to be squished between random strangers.)<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-10181337744927692482014-03-18T09:12:00.000-04:002014-03-18T09:12:01.419-04:00Facing Fears<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We're all afraid of something; and if you say you're not, you're full of crap. Being afraid of failure, losing a loved one, running into financial troubles, etc. are all normal fears. But what about the really big fears?<br />
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My dad had a friend who had agoraphobia: a fear of leaving the house. Can you imagine never stepping outside of your home because you're afraid of what may await you outside?<br />
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What about pteromerhanophobia? The fear of flying. I've been asked a few times if it worries me that Andrew is a pilot because "flying is scary." My answer is always the same, "I'm not afraid to get into a car and flying is safer than driving - so no." But to many people, although they have no second thoughts about getting into a car, they go into full on panic attacks with just the thought of getting on a plane.<br />
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So what am I afraid of?<br />
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Blood being taken.<br />
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I can deal with needles in my arm. I have absolutely no problem with that. But, the thought of a needle going into my vein and blood being drawn from it puts <i>me</i> into full on panic attacks. <br />
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Then I went to the doctor, to ask about some shots I might need for a potential upcoming trip. Since there's no record on file of my medical history, it was hard for the doctor to determine what shots I might need.<br />
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"It would be best if we did a blood test to determine what shots you've already been given," she told me.<br />
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A what?<br />
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A blood test?<br />
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Where you stick a needle in my vein and take blood from me?<br />
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<i>Uh, no thanks</i>, I said.<br />
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But then I thought about it. Really thought about it. I told myself that I really want kids one day (don't read too far into that. I said one day. I didn't say one day soon). If I'm going to have kids, I'm going to have to do a ton of blood tests. I can't be afraid. I need to just do it.<br />
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<i>What's the best way of getting over a fear?</i> I asked myself.<br />
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Facing it head on.<br />
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"Fine," I told the doctor. "I'll do it. I'll get the blood test done."<br />
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So, right then and there, she took my blood.<br />
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I closed my eyes and looked away (which, in hindsight, makes no sense since my eyes were closed anyway). I felt a little pinch as the doctor spoke to me and before I knew it, she said we were done.<br />
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"That was it?" I asked. "That wasn't bad at all!"<br />
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I wore my cotton ball band-aid proudly for the rest of the afternoon.<br />
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The worst part of the experience was taking the latex tape off my arm. Holy crap, that hurt.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-31968335521467289032014-03-17T09:24:00.000-04:002014-03-17T16:28:39.974-04:00Shots, Selfies & Weights<div dir="ltr">
I woke up to a cold morning; I'm hoping this is the end of cold days! Onto the weekend recap. </div>
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I honestly can't remember what I did on Friday. Let's skip to Saturday. </div>
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I started my morning off by doing a Body Step class, which
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Which turned into an awesome group selfie. </div>
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It was a great night. </div>
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I met Jerome at the gym where we did an hour of cardio. </div>
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Then we headed over to the weights. After doing months of
cardio, I noticed I wasn't seeing results. I knew I needed to
incorporate weights into my routine but I was nervous. Particularly
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Jerome patiently taught me different workouts and prevented
me from having a breakdown when I struggled to do them correctly
(remember my lack of coordination? It's frustrating). My form is much
better now and I'm hoping I'll be successful with the workouts when
Jerome isn't around. </div>
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After the gym, we went to the most non-Irish bar (<i>St. Louis</i>) ever in hopes
of getting some green beer (truth be told, it was the only bar in the
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Our waitress told us they didn't have any green dye yet, so
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There aren't many healthy options at St. Louis, but we were famished. Normally, I would have finished all of that without a second thought. But, since lately I've been really trying to focus on eating healthy, I just couldn't do it. Many fries did not make it to my tummy. <br />
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How was your weekend?</div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-71134980064651419532014-03-14T09:30:00.001-04:002014-03-14T09:30:08.946-04:00Dessert & DelaysI don't know what it was about this week, but it had me in a bad mood for the
majority of it. I'm so happy it's Friday! Let's see some positives for
this week.<br />
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<b>one. snow. </b>Who am I kidding? Snow is not a positive. When it came down this week, I was pissed. BUT I'm hoping that was the last snow fall of the year and now winter will take a hike. Wishful thinking?</div>
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<b>two. sushi.</b> Our friend, Chris, was here from Montreal for work. We met up for dinner
and I had sushi. I don't know why I can't stop eating sushi now.</div>
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<b>three. dessert and delays.</b> After dinner, Chris and I got dessert. The next day, Andrew and I dropped him off to the airport to say goodbye. Not even ten minutes later, Chris called us, "My flight was cancelled." Way to go, <a href="https://www.flyporter.com/Flight?culture=en-CA" target="_blank">Porter</a>. Both Andrew and Chris had checked Porter's website for flight delays/cancellations before heading to the airport, but none were listed. When Chris mentioned this he was told, "Yeah, we didn't update our website." Porter fail. Oh well. Chris got an extra night with us!</div>
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<b>four. cupcakes.</b> Andrew brought my coworkers and I cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes. </div>
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<b>five. Misty.</b> I hate the snow. She doesn't. She tired herself out last night from jumping in the snow and did not want to get up in the morning. Too cute. </div>
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I heard this song on the radio recently and I <b>had</b> to blast it. This was my favourite song when it came out! Now I play it during every workout.</div>
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-62620919179867088022014-03-13T09:57:00.002-04:002014-03-13T09:57:38.274-04:00We Don't Talk To Your Kind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The first time I experienced discrimination was when I was in grade two.<br />
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I was in a grade 2/3 split class.<br />
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I made friends with a boy in the class; we'll call him Kevin. His sister was also in the class; we'll call her Lisa.<br />
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Kevin and I used to make jokes in class together and do whatever it is kids in grade two do. Then one day, Kevin stopped talking to me. I didn't know why, so I asked him.<br />
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"My sister," he said. "My sister told me I can't talk to you anymore."<br />
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"Why?" I asked.<br />
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"We don't talk to your kind..." he replied.<br />
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<i>My kind?</i> What did that mean?<br />
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I ran home and asked my mom. She told me that was nonsense and I was to march into class tomorrow and talk to Kevin anyway. (In hindsight, I don't know why she didn't just tell me to speak to the teacher, but anyway.)<br />
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The next day, I went up to Kevin and was immediately stopped by Lisa.<br />
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"You will not talk to my brother, do you understand? If you do, you'll regret it, whitey."<br />
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<i>Whitey?</i><br />
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I was scared. I looked around the classroom to see everyone staring at me (maybe my mom didn't tell me to go to my teacher because my teacher was never there. Seriously, where was my teacher when this
happened?).<br />
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After that, no one in the class spoke to me. I was quickly outcast by my peers, regardless of their colour.<br />
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I learned very young that discrimination can happen to anyone. As I got older, I learned that racism affects religions and cultures, not just skin colour.<br />
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Maturity taught me that a persons skin colour, race, culture and religion are not things to define them by. We may not be the same skin colour, we may not be the same race, our cultures may be different and we may have different views on religion, but that doesn't give us a reason to not give each other a chance.<br />
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"What you allow is what will continue. It’s always better to spend more
time alone than allow negative people and their opinions to derail you
from your destiny."</blockquote>
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Moving on, I tried to ignore negativity and bullies. In grade 2/3, I'm sure Linda was too young to understand what she was saying. As I got older and continued to experience discrimination on other aspects of myself, I walked away. Sometimes that's all you can do when someone projects their insecurities onto you. <br />
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Have you ever been discriminated against?</div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-66200306498961753002014-03-12T09:37:00.000-04:002014-03-12T12:53:37.419-04:00I Confess... It's Wednesday! That means I'm joining <a href="http://www.lifeinprogress.ca/lifeinprogress/2014/03/humpday-confessions.html" target="_blank">Kathy</a> and confessing all my <strike>sins</strike> thoughts and junk and stuff. <br />
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<b>I confess...</b>
I watched <a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/blogs/good-news/cute-lion-cubs-venture-dad-first-time-164117601.html" target="_blank">this</a> video of the cute lion cubs (above) meeting their dad for the first time and I fell in love. But, I thought their dad was a bit of a jerk. Then I found out most male lions don't end up living very long (they get kicked out of the pride at 2, struggle to find food and are likely to be attacked while straying into another territory). Lion King was actually pretty accurate in a few ways. <br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I'm supposed to call my optometrist back but I don't know how to pronounce his name, so I still haven't. I also can't find him on Google.<br />
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<b>I confess... </b>it was a beautiful 9 degrees Celsius out yesterday. Today it's snowing! What kind of crap is this? I'm pretty pissed with nature. <br />
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<b>I confess... </b>the travel itch is biting me.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I tried to do my taxes this weekend but I kept getting distracted by things. I'm going to attempt to do them at work today because I'm cool like that. <br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I attempted to do a top knot today for the first time. I have no idea if I did it right and I don't care.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-61683318846359321032014-03-11T09:45:00.001-04:002014-03-11T09:45:15.352-04:00I Don't Understand Him...I love Andrew and I don't mean to rag on him, but I just had to participate in <a href="http://www.voyageofthemeemee.com/2014/03/sht-men-say-link-up-vol-3.html" target="_blank">this</a> link-up. Simply because I'm sure I'm not alone in this.<br />
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There are things that Andrew says that I just do understand.<br />
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<b>"Where are my keys/cellphone/wallet?"</b><br />
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I hear this at least a few times a week. I don't get it. How do you lose these things? We have a key hook, you're always on your cellphone, your wallet is huge!<br />
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<b>"Where is my credit/debit card?"</b><br />
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Similar to the previous question, but still asked. Again, I don't get it. Why isn't it in your wallet? Maybe it is in your wallet but since you can't find that, you don't know where your cards are. Usually though, it's not his wallet. It's in a pocket or something. Uh, what?<br />
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<b>"What do you mean? The house is clean!" </b><br />
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We have very different definitions of clean. Granted, for the most part, Andrew is pretty neat and tidy (except when he's busy). But, when I see the slightest bit of grim in the bathroom sink, I think it's time to clean it. He doesn't. He'll let it get all nice and grimy and still say it's clean. I mean, really grimy. So grimy, that you can't tell the sink/tub was once white. But, he doesn't notice it. Gross.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-37291422940433318582014-03-10T09:33:00.002-04:002014-03-10T09:33:34.156-04:00Spin Class Hurts + Weekend RecapThis weekend was fairly quiet - and I'm okay with that. Onto the recap.<br />
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A friend came over and kicked Andrew's ass in video games, while I sat back with a glass of wine and watched. </div>
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took my first Spin class and it kicked my butt. Literally. My butt hurt
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and Fork is an all-you-can-eat (off the menu) restaurant, which apparently is hard to
organize with a big group, particularly when there are people who don't
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Apparently I was the only one who had a nice enough camera on their phone to use for a group shot. Considering the pictures didn't come out very well, I find that hard to believe. </div>
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I met up with a friend for dinner. After having all-you-can-eat the night before, I really wanted something healthy, so we went to <a href="http://www.freshrestaurants.ca/" target="_blank">Fresh</a>. She loved it. I loved it. We're going back again soon.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-29026599670927030592014-03-07T09:28:00.002-05:002014-03-07T11:40:35.963-05:00SnapChat & Food!You know what's frustrating? When you write a blog post and <u>it doesn't save</u>. Excuse me while I re-write this post. Let's get into my five for this week!<br />
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<b>one. SnapChat.</b> I mentioned to <a href="http://jumpingje.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Jessi</a> that I still don't really know what SnapChat is. She told me to get on it. So, I did. Guys, I still don't really get it. But, it's fun! Also, I screwed up my username. My username on Instagram is <b>AlexOnIG</b> (get it? "Alex on Instagram"). So, I tried to do AlexOnSnap for my SnapChat username. Instead, I ended up with <b>AlexOnSP</b>. SP? That doesn't even make sense! Whatever. Snap me and stuff.<br />
<b>two. Andrew.</b> After a long day at work, I came home to this: a wonderful dinner made by Andrew with candles everywhere. It was very sweet!<br />
<b>three. muffins.</b> I made oatmeal muffins this week. I made the mistake of using baking soda instead of baking powder so they weren't as good as they should have been. They were still pretty good though!<br />
<b>four. soup.</b> I made chickpea soup, from scratch, this week and it was amazzzing. Andrew approved, so you know it was good!<br />
<b>five. lunch.</b> I had sushi for a lunch with a friend this week. I don't understand sushi. I had eight pieces for $11 and I was <i>starving</i> after! What a waste. It was nice to catch up with a friend though!<br />
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Did you guys hear that Ke$sha just got out of rehab? I'll be honest. I didn't know that she was even in rehab. I'll backmyazzup to her anyway.<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-51896405429260492152014-03-06T09:14:00.000-05:002014-03-06T09:14:04.193-05:0013 Things 'Girls' Gets Right About Being In Your 20sI've never seen the show "Girls" but I came across <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/05/girls-20-somethings_n_4898578.html" target="_blank">this</a> article and was impressed with how accurate it was (for the most part). So, I felt compared to share it.<br />
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Note: this was taken from the <i>Huffington Post</i>. This list is not my own. The original article included fun GIFs (which are clips from the show); you can see them - and read the original article - <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/05/girls-20-somethings_n_4898578.html" target="_blank">here</a>! <br />
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Here are 13 things "Girls" gets right about being in your 20s:<br />
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<b><big>1. You have panic attacks about the future.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>2. Being happy for your friends can be hard ...</big></b><br />
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<b><big>3.... Especially when your own life is in shambles.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>4. There's a lot of weird sex.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>5. Your love life can be a big, blurry mess.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>6. Almost everything feels like the end of the world.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>7. Jobs can be <i>really</i> boring.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>8. You grow apart from your friends.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>9. There aren't responsible, loving adults protecting you anymore.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>10. You use social media to make your life look more put together than it is.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>11. You over-analyze everything.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>12. You experience way too much self-doubt.</big></b><br />
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<b><big>13. But at the end of the day, it's so much fun.</big></b><br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-24111338422780892822014-03-05T09:16:00.002-05:002014-03-05T17:14:39.483-05:00Confession & HIMYM Rumour?It's Wednesday, and I actually remembered that <a href="http://www.lifeinprogress.ca/lifeinprogress/2014/03/humpday-confessions-4.html" target="_blank">Kathy</a> has her awesome confess sesh on Wednesdays, so I'm finally joining in again!<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I think I'm addicted to Plants vs. Zombies 2. I'm constantly playing it on my phone. Constantly. The sad part? I've finished the game and I'm just playing endless mode.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I'm always afraid of offending people. I really, really don't want to offend anyone. <u>Unless</u> you've offended me. If you've done it by accident, fine, no harm done. If you've done it by accident more than once, you're going to hear it from me.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I'm tired of complaining about being tired of the cold but I'm still going to complain anyway.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I realised that Saint Patrick's Day is in two weeks. I also realised that two years ago, I spent Saint Patrick's Day on a patio. A <b>patio</b>! Oh how I wish it warms up enough for that this year.<br />
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<b>I confess...</b> I'm still pretty freaked out/confused by <a href="http://letlifebelikemusic.blogspot.ca/2014/03/youre-really-flexible.html" target="_blank">what happened at the gym</a> on Monday (although all your comments gave me laughs throughout the day, so thank you) that after the gym last night, I went home to shower. Yes, I sat on the subway smelling like sweat until I got home, but I did not care. <br />
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<b>I confess...</b> there's a pretty big rumour going around about how How I Met Your Mother will end. Since I'm a huge skeptic, I don't believe it. Have you heard it? What do you think? (If you want to read the theory, click <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/emilyorley/how-i-met-your-mother-will-probably-end-the-way-you-feared" target="_blank">here</a>. Be warned, <b>it's full of spoilers</b>! Also, if you haven't seen the latest episode - which aired Monday, March 3, 2014 - you probably shouldn't read it at all.)<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-50619553385979026502014-03-04T09:19:00.001-05:002014-03-04T09:21:10.378-05:00You're Really Flexible<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"You're really flexible," the random woman at the gym tells me. She's cornered me in the locker room.<br />
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<i>I clutch my towel, making sure it's on tight. I try to stare directly at her eyes as I notice she seems to be missing a towel of her own.</i><br />
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"I'm sorry?" I say.<br />
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"I saw how you lifted your leg up really high. It was pretty impressive."<br />
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<i>What the hell is she talking about?</i><br />
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"What are you talking about?" I ask.<br />
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"In the shower. You lifted your leg."<br />
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"You mean when I was washing my feet?"<br />
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"Oh, is that were you were doing? I can't reach my feet so I don't wash them."<br />
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I'm grossed out and then it hits me, "Wait, you were watching me shower?"<br />
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"That sounds creepy when you put it that way. I had just noticed through my shower stall that you were very bendy and I was admiring your form."<br />
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<i>That's the less creepy way of telling me you're a creep?</i><br />
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"Um, thanks? I better get changed now..." I say and walk away.<br />
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I'll never be able to take a shower at the gym now without wondering if someone is watching me. Thanks, creepy lady.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Linking up for <a href="http://www.karlykim.com/2014/03/i-feel-like-im-in-school.html" target="_blank">Totally Posted Tuesday </a></span></div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-43521362569187376092014-03-03T09:53:00.000-05:002014-03-03T09:53:00.246-05:00Pizza & DressesAfter having one busy weekend after another, this was a weekend to relax
(and hide from the cold. When I left the house this morning, it was -20
out. It is March, right?).<b> </b><br />
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<b>Friday. </b><br />
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Andrew brought home pizza and the two of us did nothing. </div>
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<b>Saturday. </b></div>
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the most part, I try to eat pretty healthy. I made some vegetarian
stuffed peppers in the slow cooker, then a couple of Andrew's friends
showed up at our place. We all shared the peppers (and salad. Suckers). I
was feeling brave and willing to brace the cold to go to <a href="http://www.snakesandlattes.com/bar/" target="_blank">Snakes and Lagers</a> (a place where you play board games while drinking). Apparently,
no one else was willing to face the cold, so we played Jenga and ordered
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Andrew left mid way to go a conference (of sorts)
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Andrew brought me flowers to make it all better. </div>
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One of my best
friends, Eliane, is getting married in July and asked me to be her
bridesmaid. Sunday, we actually went shopping for a bridesmaid dress
(after a failed attempt last month). Can I just say what a wonderful
friend she is? Her sister and I grabbed a couple of dresses and brought them to the change room. After trying the first one on, Eliane said, "That's it. That's the one. Okay, we're done here. Let's go eat." </div>
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Seriously? I only had to try on one dress? Girl, I love you. </div>
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After grabbing a bite to eat, I went home and braced the cold so Andrew and I could go for a walk with Misty. We didn't last too long though.</div>
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Seriously, can someone let Mother Nature know that it's March now and these below freezing temperatures are not appreciated? Ktnx. </div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-2880756359943253062014-02-28T09:24:00.000-05:002014-02-28T09:24:03.361-05:00brr.Guys, it's cold out. Oh, you already knew that. Well, I'm reminding you anyway because I really, really don't like the cold.<br />
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Despite the cold, here are five things that made me happy this week:<br />
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<b>one. pizza.</b> This pizza was bittersweet. Our friends (Chris and Vic) that stayed with us this past weekend left on Monday afternoon (to go back to Montreal). I took an early lunch so that, before they left, we could get together one more time. Chris had been craving pizza so I suggested we eat at Pizzaiolo. For the record, it was an awesome suggestion and their pizza is delicious.<br />
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<b>two. banana bread.</b> I also made banana bread. It's delicious too. I'm not sharing. Sorry.<br />
<b>three. Misty.</b> She seems to be the only one I know that does not care that it is -20C out (not including the windchill). She's lucky she's so cute. </div>
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<b>four. chili.</b> I made chili this week. Want some? Please, take. I'll share this because I made way too much. But, if that's my biggest problem, I'm doing okay! </div>
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<b>five. flights.</b> Andrew has been traveling all around Canada this week. He sent me that picture this morning of the plane being brought into the deicing bay. All I noticed was the pretty sunrise.</div>
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I plan to spend this weekend inside. Where it's warm. Possibly dancing in my living room. To songs like this:</div>
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Have a great weekend!<br />
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Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-60421046572057133112014-02-26T08:00:00.000-05:002014-02-26T11:44:23.719-05:00L'Oreal Canada Mystery VoxBox: Revealed! (Garnier Fructis Damage Eraser)A couple weeks ago, I wrote a post about The L'Oreal Canada Mystery VoxBox. In the post, I shared my thoughts on the mystery product and took a guess at what the product could be (you can read the post <a href="http://letlifebelikemusic.blogspot.ca/2014/02/the-loreal-canada-mystery-voxbox.html" target="_blank">here</a>). <br />
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Now it's time to reveal what the mystery product actually is....<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Garnier Fructis Damage Eraser</b></span></div>
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That's right, guys. I was wrong! I was so shocked to find out that the mystery product wasn't part of the L'Oreal Paris line and, instead, was actually a Garnier Fructis product! I'm thrilled that I got to participate in this campaign because I had no idea that Garnier was actually related to L'Oreal. That's comforting to know since I've been using the <a href="http://www.garnier.ca/_en/_ca/haircare/hc-fructis-triple-nutrition/detangling-double-care-treatment.htm" target="_blank">Garnier Fructis Triple Nutrition Double Care Detangler Treatment</a> for years!</div>
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Now that I know Garnier is related to L'Oreal, I'll be using more Garnier products in the future.</div>
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The Garnier Fructis Damage Eraser made my hair shiny to look at, soft to touch, great to smell and, most of all, free of damaged and dry ends. </div>
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I only wish that the Garnier Fructis Damage Eraser Serum was also a heat protector so that I could use it before blow drying and flat ironing my hair. Other than that, I'll definitely be using this product again!</div>
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<i>I received this product complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes. </i></div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-39287248148112364152014-02-25T09:21:00.002-05:002014-02-25T09:25:26.643-05:00I Can't Date You Because of Your Name<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Unrelated, but still funny.<br />
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The other day, someone was telling me about a couple they know. They mentioned they thought it was strange that both people in the relationship have the same name.<br />
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Wait, what?<br />
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"The guy's name is Jesse and the girl's name is Jessie. With an I."<br />
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This got me thinking about my own unisex name. If you've ever read the bottom of my '<a href="http://letlifebelikemusic.blogspot.ca/p/about_1208.html" target="_blank">About</a>' section then you already know that I hate the fact that in response to me introducing myself as "Alex" I often get told, "That's a boys name." For arguments sake, let me reiterate: Alex is a unisex name. It is short for either Alexander or Alexandra. One is the male version of the name. The other is the female version of the name. Understand? Great. Moving on.<br />
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Since I already have too many apprehensions with my name as it is, I don't think it would be possible for me to ever date someone who has the same name as me (this is all in the hypothetical off chance that Andrew and I don't live happily ever after, of course).<br />
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I realise that this is all kinds of unfair. A persons name does not define them. But, yelling out my own name seems kind of strange (take that however you want).<br />
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Could you date someone if their name was the same as yours? Or have I just gone crazy?<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Linking up for <a href="http://www.karlykim.com/2014/02/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html" target="_blank">Totally Posted Tuesday </a></span></div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-66168552896790259772014-02-24T09:55:00.001-05:002014-02-24T09:55:39.334-05:00When Montrealers Come to TorontoThis was a super busy and amazing weekend. As I mentioned in <a href="http://letlifebelikemusic.blogspot.ca/2014/02/tim-hortons-other-favs.html" target="_blank">my post on Friday</a>, one of our favourite couples, Vic and Chris, came all the way
from Montreal to stay with us for the weekend. Let's get to the recap!<br />
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<b>Friday. </b></div>
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I
left work early to surprise them, but that didn't turn out the way I
had expected. Instead, I picked up some groceries and made dinner for
everyone. We ate together and spent a good while trying to decide what
to do for the night. We finally decided to go to Second City, which was
probably the best decision ever. </div>
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The show was,
in short, hilarious (as always). The jabs at Rob Ford, Canada Post and
the "scandals in our neighborhood" skit were all perfect. If you live in
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<b>Saturday. </b></div>
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After breakfast, <strike>we</strike> Andrew drove us to Niagara Falls (it's about an hour and a half from Toronto). </div>
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As
much as I love Niagara Falls, the truth is, it's just a big tourist
trap. After checking out the falls, we agreed to only do one attraction
while we were there. Since <a href="http://letlifebelikemusic.blogspot.ca/2013/09/are-you-up-for-it.html" target="_blank">I love haunted houses</a> and Vic hadn't been
through many, I suggested we do Nightmares Fear Factory, which is by far
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After
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haunted house. From the moment we entered, we couldn't stop laughing. Chris was insistent that he didn't like this, "Guys, you think I'm joking, but I'm not. I really don't like this." I half expected him to yell the safe word which would have forced the actors to escort us out, but he didn't.</div>
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When we were done, I was starving. We drove back to Toronto, stopping at a Mucho Burrito along the way. We then went to their friend's house (who, for the record, lives above a massage parlor, which was all kinds of confusing at first. But, their friends place was really nice!) who made some really yummy cupcakes. Then we called it a night!</div>
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After breakfast, which consisted of pancakes with Trix cereal thrown in (it's gross), we played a really intense game of Jenga (Andrew lost. Twice).</div>
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We then met up with another one of their friends and went to the ice festival that was happening downtown.</div>
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It was really, really cold out so we didn't last very long there. After taking forever to figure out where to go eat, we finally decided on a really cool looking Mexican restaurant in the Distillery District.</div>
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Although the food tasted really good, we were still pretty hungry after eating. </div>
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Hunger aside, it was time for Andrew to take Chris and Vic up for a flight!</div>
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We flew around the CN Tower a few times and saw some pretty amazing views.</div>
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When we landed, we all took lots of pictures together with Andrew's plane.</div>
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But, it was really, really cold out. So, we ate some Chipotle and called it a night. </div>
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I'm so glad that Andrew and I got to spend the weekend with Chris and Vic. I can't wait until we get to spend another one with them!</div>
Alex[andra]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13459788008954202823noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546115015811447077.post-1513125970549768392014-02-21T09:35:00.003-05:002014-02-21T09:35:54.562-05:00Tim Hortons & Other FavsEver have one of those mornings where everything with your makeup goes wrong? No? Just me? Cool. I don't know why, but I couldn't get it together. The colours of my shadows didn't blend well, my eyeliner smudged, I ended up putting a glob of mascara on my eyelashes - which went <i>everywhere</i>! If that's my biggest problem though, I'm doing pretty well. Here's five things that made me happy this week:<br />
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<b>one. Chris & Vic.</b> One of our favourite couples ever, Chris & Vic, came all the way from Montreal to see us. They're staying with us for the whole weekend and I can't wait to spend time with them!</div>
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<b>two. flying.</b> My phone sucks at taking pictures that involve light, but that was the view when we were close to landing on Monday night. The flight was bumpy and if it wasn't for a great pilot (Andrew), I would have been scared shitless. But, that view though.</div>
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<b>three. roll up the rim.</b> This is definitely a Canadian thing, but Roll Up The Rim To Win at Tim Hortons is back. So far I'm 1-1. I have a French Vanilla in my hand right now. Wish me luck!</div>
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<b>four. chocolate.</b> That's not just any kind of chocolate, that's homemade chocolate that Chris brought <u>and</u> made for us. It's like heaven. I'm not a chocolate person and, seriously guys, it's like heaven. I might have to get him to guest post a recipe for it!</div>
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<b>five. chicken.</b> Speaking of Tim Hortons, they now have a breaded chicken sandwich. It's so good! I was actually the first person ever at that location to order it. They were so confused when I asked for it and they had no idea how to make it. I don't know what they ended up putting in it, but it was really, really good.</div>
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Maybe I just have really bad taste in music, but this song is constantly in my head. It makes me want to get up and dance. Since I'm a really bad dancer, it makes me want to move my body to the beat in a way that makes me look ridiculous. </div>
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