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Five Things That Bring Me Comfort

15th November 2012

These are the five things (ironically, they all start with C) that bring me comfort

1. CHILDREN (mine, of course)

Yes, I do bribe them to sit pretty in the pictures. Worth every penny.


It’s a pricey, yet necessary comfort for Mommy.


Cookbooks are glorious and  you can never have too many. Seriously, if someone could convince my husband of this, I would so appreciate it.


Isn’t my husband handsome?


I mean laughter and the funny stuff, but chuckles started with the letter C so I went with it. Nothing is better than laughter and funny stuff and laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and that always brings me comfort.

This makes me laugh:

So does this:

And everything that comes out of this guy’s mouth is perfection:

UPDATED: I had to edit my post to add a sixth – CARDIGANS!! How could I forget CARDIGANS??? Also, coincidentally cardigans starts with a C, if you hadn’t noticed.

Thanks to the lovely MamaKat for inspiring this little post.

Dirty Books for the Ladies – Part Two

24th May 2012

Today’s dirty books are brought to you with some Colin Firth. Colin – the man who makes everything better. (Also, dirtier….in my own head.)


I’ve been a bit M.I.A. but I’ve had to catch up on my dirty book reading.

My last post about dirty reads included a few great ones that I still recommend. (I think every Fifty Shades reader should read Bared to You and compare them and then let me know what you thought).

Since then, I’ve read a few more that I wanted to share. I also feel that I must tell you that many of these books just happen to have a recurring man-man-woman love triangle situation happening. For those who don’t know, this is what we call a MENAGE.

Super fun times.

(Please note: the closest I’ve come to a menage is me in bed with my husband and an obscenely large body pillow. Best menage ever.)

And now, more dirty book reads for you – because I care.

Beauty’s Punishment and Beauty’s Release by Anne Rice

These are book two and three of the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Anne Rice, and these books are just INSANE. The first one was really good and well written, and don’t get me wrong the last two are technically well written but they are what dirty nightmares are made of. I had said this about the third book on Facebook recently, “This book is just cray cray. I’ve never read the word phallus and horse tail so much in my life. Also, all the man love, woman love, man man love, woman man man love, slave slave love, men as ponies love is making me want to reread 50 shades. Anne Rice’s brain is a scary place.” Also, I would hazard a guess that most of the characters in these books experience immense pain when sitting. Ahem.

On The Island – by Tracey Garvis Graves

Technically, this isn’t an erotic read at all. It’s more like a romantic adventure that I would never want to experience. Think Castaway minus Tom Hanks plus a whole lot of sexual tension. However, it was actually a good, and very sweet read. It was also a nice break for my brain – after the disturbing Anne Rice attack.

Bound & Beast – by Sophie Oak

When I started reading these books, I didn’t realize that their subtitle was, “A Faery Story”. I probably wouldn’t have read them if I had – I’m not one to jump in and read how vampires get it on. However, Bound is mostly about a human who happens upon another “plane” and encounters two hot non-human twins that live in a forest among gnomes and trolls and creatures. And there is also a pervy vampire that happens to be the twins’ friend and the main character in the second book in the series, Beast. If you’re into the erotic lives of mythical non-humans, and yes they get it on like the rest of us, these are a good read. These also solve the mystery of whether there is intelligent life elsewhere – the answer is YES, and they are getting it on like rabbits.

The Siren series by Sophie Oak

There are five books in this series – Small Town Siren, Siren in the City, Siren Enslaved, Siren Beloved, and Siren in Waiting. They all tell their own story but they are all based in the same small town, they all have characters that move in and out of the books and they are all about cowboys. I can tell you this – cowboys should really be in every erotic read because cowboys make everything better. I’m all for cowboys getting along – especially with each other. Also, the recurring theme in all of these is what Sophie Oak calls “Menage Amour”, or three way love, with a side of dominant/submissive sexy time. Yes you must read all five, and they are all fantastic, and did I mention the cowboys?

I should also mention:

  • You have to read erotica with a sense of humour in mind or you may never get off the couch.
  • Cowboys need to be involved during all sexy time everywhere.
  • There is a whole lot of menage going on – all the time. If your neighbour isn’t answering the doorbell? Menage. Your best friend had to cancel your coffee date? MENAGE.
  • Reading dirty books makes you smarter.


What have you read lately? Anything I need to read??


14th July 2011

My four year old is obsessed with cats.


Obsessed in a way that mommy likes her lattes.

It’s serious.

All she talks about are her “kitties” and cats and how we “need to buy one!”

Thankfully (ahem), the four year old’s daddy is very allergic to cats. Like super allergic. Like so allergic that if he doesn’t start putting the clothes IN the hamper as opposed to on the floor next to it, he’s getting locked in a Room O’ Cats.

Not that I would ever consider such a thing.

Also, don’t hate me, but I am not a cat person.

I don’t HATE cats per se, but I don’t like them or want them in my house or want them coming anywhere near my personal space bubble.

Also, you couldn’t pay me enough money to clean up after a cat (or a dog for that matter). Seriously, I have wiped little people for seven years – I have paid my dues, people.

So yes, I have a little four year old who is DESPERATE for a cat – so desperate that she’s willing to trade in her daddy for a cat.

I know this because we’ve had that convo – many times. This makes me laugh – ’cause it’s funny.

Every chance she gets to make a wish, it’s always about the cat – “I wish I gets a cat. I wish my Mommy buys me a kitty. I wish my Daddy be no allergic.”

Not happening, little one.

But I love my kid. A lot. And I want all her dreams to come true. As long as her dreams don’t involve cats. And pageants.

So for now, I buy her happiness.

I buy her happiness with stuffed cats, because stuffed cats I LOVE.

4 Year Old Artist

26th February 2011

My daughter is a natural artist – the kid can draw anything, and loves it so much. I have no idea where she gets it because I can’t draw to save my life. I’m really good at colouring between the lines though.

The 4 year old is pretty sure she wants to be an “arlist” when she grows up. I’m ok with that.

Some of her latest favs (and mine) as titled by her:

My Famwee


Ariel the mermaid with her boyfwend Eric


Oops….how did he get in here.

Shwek and Fiona and the babies


(All pics were taken using the Instagram app!!)

Have a great weekend everyone!!

What To Take In Case of a Emergency

18th August 2010

Do you ever ask yourself what you would take with you in case of an Armageddon/Apocalypse/holy shit someone just blew up the Starbucks kind of emergency?

Too dramatic?

Okay, well let’s say you had to leave your house real quick because of a you’re-avoiding-the-in-laws kind of emergency (yes to some, this equals the apocalypse). What would you take with you in case of  a fake emergency?

While you ponder, let me tell you what I would take.

First, let’s set aside the obvious take-withs:

  • Kids – legally required to do so – also they are too cute to leave behind.
  • Husband – full-time chauffeur – also legally obligated.
  • Handbag – contains cash and 400 lip glosses that I can’t live without.
  • Cell – because the urge to tweet is STRONG.

Obvious stuff now in hand, what about those other can’t-live-without items?

In case of emergency, I won’t forget:

  • A lamp – in case I need to see something in the dark.
  • Bacon – because protein is always important when running from aliens (and in-laws).
  • Bandaids – to help in reattaching that limb lost when running from that meteor (or in-law).
  • Perfume – because smelling like a daisy is always a lovely thing.
  • A pen and paper – to make a list of things I probably should have brought in case of that emergency, that just happens to be happening while I’m making said list.
  • Workout dvd – for those need-to-tone-your-thigh moments.
  • Lego – in case I need something painful to step on when I happen to be barefoot.
  • Starbucks card – because if I don’t have access to my daily latte, it might as well be the apocalypse.
  • Photos of my loved ones – VERY important – DO NOT leave behind.
  • Tape – to tape said beloved photos to the ceiling (for. safe. keeping)

I am so prepared now.

What will you take?

BlogHer? I didn’t even know her!

29th July 2010

I’m going to BlogHer.

Let me give you a moment to celebrate. And by you, I mean me. *Celebration in progress.”

I know, right?

Awesome. I’m crazy excited.


In case you happen to see someone who maybe, could possibly be me, you should probably know that I don’t look like my avatar anymore, because I’m aged and robustacular. I’m okay with that – because number one, I love that picture of myself, and two, I am pure awesome on the inside. So there.

Now that we’ve straightened that out.

7 days until Blogher 2010.


This is my first BlogHer conference.

Actually, this is my first trip, without my kids, in 7 YEARS. Its my first trip without my husband in 10, and its actually the first trip I’ve ever taken with friends. EVER – and I’m OLD, people! I clearly don’t get out much.

This may also explain the crazy, perma-joker smile that I will be wearing all weekend. If you think I’m drunk, I’m not. I’m just REALLY, REALLY happy not to have to wipe butt for four days straight.

Truth is, I may not want to go home on Sunday. The BlogHer people might have to have me removed when I decide to stage a sit-in. I’ll be the one handcuffed to the Starbucks in the front lobby. Feel free to join me.

It could happen.

By the way, you probably have realized by now that this isn’t one of those Blogher posts that will actually help you prepare in any way. However, I might be able to confirm a few things for you.

  • There will be women there. Millions and millions of fantastic women. Also, a few dudes.
  • You will need to bring a cardigan – because cardigans make the world go round.
  • Every other store front is a Starbucks, so you will definitely be covered in the caffeine front.
  • Don’t wear your cute shoes for too long. Pain trumps cute every time. So not fair. Perhaps you can carry them around for a more bohemian tribute to the pretty.
  • Make sure you eat at least one cupcake and one black & white while you’re in NYC or you won’t be allowed to board the plane.
  • If you see Colin Firth, I better be with you.
  • Don’t leave NYC without getting a Colin Firth tattoo. This one is more for me actually, so carry on.

And now, a little head’s up about me.

  • I am mostly, if not always, smiling. On the inside. If you see me, and I’m not smiling, its because I’m doing algorithms in my head, or thinking dirty thoughts. Either way, very smiley.
  • I am a hugger and/or a hand shaker and/or a double and triple cheek kisser, depending on your culture. I am adaptable in my hellos.
  • I have the worst memory on the planet, unless it involves useless information. I will probably forget your name during our conversation, but I can always tell you about something random that I heard about 4 years ago, especially if it involves a trashy celebrity.
  • I never forget a face. Seriously – never. So if you catch me staring at you, I’m not giving you the stink eye, or the evil eye (which every Greek has perfected in their lifetime – yes that’s your warning) – I’m just trying to place you.
  • If you catch me staring at your ass, your boobs, your outfit, or someone else’s, it’s because I like your outfit, may attempt to replicate it in the future and probably envy how tiny your butt is. But in a good way – I promise.
  • I will not be wearing a dress, to any event or any party!
  • I might come off shy in the beginning. Seriously. Bashful is so in right now.
  • If you feel the need to learn some dirty Greek words, come find me. I will have an arsenal at the ready.
  • If you happen to bring your baby, I may feel the need to come say hello, talk baby talk, or perhaps even hold your baby? Do not be afraid! I am good people.
  • I don’t do drama, especially on a fab trip to NYC. If drama occurs, I will be that person, who suddenly doesn’t speak English, and is walking away in the opposite direction.

Don’t you feel more prepared! I’m so glad. Can’t wait to see you in New York City!!


I do want to give a little shout out to an event that I am hosting while in NYC. It started out as a dinner, and has developed into something way fabulous. So a huge thank you to our title sponsor – GM Canada – and all of our swag sponsors for the DinHer event. I am thrilled with how it has turned out, and quite frankly, nothing makes me happier than planning something that makes other people happy. I am adding new sponsors everyday, with no end in sight. So thank you to everyone involved!!


10th January 2010

You know those days when you realize that you’ve been married a LONG time? Maybe even FOREVER?

Those days when you realize that dude you live with is kind of getting on your nerves and not in that cute way he used to when you were dating a hundred years ago. (He farted 10 years ago: “He’s so cute.” giggle vs.  He farts now: “He’s so dead!”). No? Your man is perfect, is he? His farts smell like Marc Jacobs perfume? You are so lucky. Congrats. Hold on to that one.

Let me clarify, just for clarity’s sake – My husband is perfect. He really is. He makes sure he makes himself coffee in the morning, he makes sure he’s covered with 90% of the blankets at night, and he takes out the trash every week, without once forgetting to complain about it the entire time. He’s my champion, my soulmate, my baby daddy (yeah, that last one pretty much sets the whole thing in stone. That and the fact that I have a Greek father (Greek father + divorce = purgatory), pretty much means we will be together forever. Isn’t it romantic? I think so too.

So, what’s a girl to do? When I’m feeling like I need a break from reality, I don’t drink myself into a velvety coma. NOPE. (I said nothing about eating….obviously). I use my IMAGINATION. Remember your imagination? That thing you learned about on Sesame Street? You need that thing if you’re to survive ladies! Imagine, Pretend, BELIEVE!

Now remember, this is an exercise in daydreaming, this is not meant to hurt the man friend/baby daddy/husbands out there, because YOU DO NOT TELL THEM that you’re daydreaming about someone else, just like they don’t tell you. (They are dreaming dirtier things at all times, I promise you).

So who do you see? A little Colin Firth? Some Robert Downey? Hello Jeffrey Dean Morgan? Well, that’s who I see. It’s a delight of the senses. It’s healthy, you know. Seriously. You are supposed to dream of these imaginary hot dudes that you will probably, most likely never get to meet in your lifetime, for the sake of daydreaming and blood flow. Who needs exercise to get that heart working, when all it really takes is imagining Colin Firth ringing your door bell, with Starbucks in hand. Wouldn’t that be the best Starbucks ever? In fact, any dream that included Colin Firth holding a cookbook in one hand, and a Starbucks in the other, and I would re-emerge to my farting reality, a happy woman.

(This rant has been sponsored by ANOTHER business trip – and the letters B, S and the number 2).

Thanks Santa!

30th December 2009

Dear Santa,

You were a real sweetheart to me this year. I’m enjoying all my new things.

Thanks to you, I will be washing my face with this:

Thanks to you I will be warming my toes with these:

Thanks to you, I will be feeding the family with this (fingers crossed people – mommy needs a miracle!):


Yes finally, I can shut it about the Kindle already!! WOOT WOOT.

Also, I would like to thank Santa for letting me know that there is in fact such a thing as being in LIST LIMBO.

Yes, evidently I have been straddling both sides of the Naughty/Nice list for YEARS. (Don’t lie, you know you have too!)

Santa also wants me to know that if I would just pick a side already, he will give me this for Christmas next year:

Um. Yes. Please.


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