One of the most exciting parts of getting engaged to Chris (8 years ago! Holy crap, I’m getting old.) was registering for gifts. Sorry, but it’s true. Yes, knowing that I was going to be with the man I loved for the rest of my life was fun too, blah, blah, blah, but y’know, we were barely out of university, and we were po’ with a capital How’d-you-like-your-basement-apartment-and-hand-me-down-futon?
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They keep insisting stretch marks come down to genetics. If that's the case, my genes saved my stomach. Too bad they couldn't share the love with my hips. Great canyon-sized purple lines have been engraved in my chach.
A publicist/friend (the best "slash" combo to know) sent me a bottle of Bio Oil. No, it's not some green fuel that will get your husband all excited. It's a skin treatment that claims to reduce scars, stretch marks and uneven skin tone. I had seen the commercials with somebody's mom running across a beach, happy that Bio Oil had turned her lukewarm mom-bod back up to hot. I was skeptical.
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I woke up yesterday morning with an aching butt.
And a thrilling sense of accomplishment.
It's not like that never happens anymore, but once you become a parent it just doesn't happen enough, you know?
Except for this week: this week I was on fire.
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Do you have family traditions? Those centered around holiday celebrations, perhaps, or things you did with your family as a child? Was there a special dinner you always ate on your birthday, or a special sweater you always wear on valentine's day, perhaps?
Growing up, we didn't have that many traditions. Not so many
rituals, really. We celebrated the Jewish holidays at my
grandparents. We went to synagogue only twice a year. Birthdays were
nice, but never anything major, and there was certainly no ritual
attached to them.
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I am old enough to remember the introduction of recycling bins. Shocking, I know! Generally, I don't like to admit that I'm that old, but for the sake of Earth Week, I felt compelled to dig a little deeper for material.
What I don't remember, however, is much of what they said at that school assembly. What can I say? I was young and self-centered (I'm only one of those two things now, can you guess which?), and what I heard was:
"Blah blah blah...RECYCLE...blah blah blah...BLUE PLASTIC BIN..."
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So, it's Earth Week. Happy Earth Week.
Personally, it makes no difference to me that this is Earth Week. I grew up in a family that became quite enlightened about our impact on the environment, and have pretty much been living in Earth Week since I was 14. I know, I'm a superstar, now shut yer mug and pony up a recipe, right?
Not so fast.
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Angie Dickinson once said of her relationship with Sinatra "You always
desire somebody, but you can live without them". Ain't that the truth.
Before
the welcomed bonds of monogamy and life-long love, I loved one night stands
without commitment. Remember that old adage about prostitution: how you
pay hookers to leave? Well one night stands were attractive to me for
the exact same reason: no commitment.
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Today is Earth Day, supposedly a day for increased awareness of environmental issues and efforts to help our planet. The Ontario government has gotten in on the act as well, announcing a plan to veto the ban on outdoor clotheslines, as well as pass legislation to ban all pesticides. The second item was a campaign promise from last fall, begging the question, if they could make good on their family day promise in February, why not the pesticide ban as well? Why did it have to become such an obvious ploy for Earth Day?
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I'm not going to lie and try to convince you that I stuck to my Healthy Eating Challenge all last week.
You may call me a glutton, and indeed there is a photo of me cosying up to a block of cheese larger than my head which would certainly indicate that I am.
But I am not a liar.
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