We Aren’t Any Closer to Having Nice Things: 50

It’s our anniversary. Break out the fancy cutlery and set the table for two. Pour some snappy chardonnay and warm the brie. Iron the satin sheets and dim those lights. Put on that shirt I love you in. Or put on that nothing I love you in.

It’s our anniversary, blog reader-people. Our 50th anniversary. Ours. You and me. You and Irving, although now it’s like I’m describing some mysterious love triangle, and everyone knows triangles get beyond complicated, major quick.

So let’s keep it PG. Since it’s our 50th, tradition says you have to get us (me) something gold. Great – I’ll take anything gold (except golden loonie chocolates. Ick). Irving will take something gold too. He can turn it into hipster man-bling; gold is so mainstream, it must be ironic by now, right?

Kryptonite Free Blogging: I’m Basically Superman Now

It’s a well established fact that I know next to nothing about Superman.  Which is a bummer, seeing how it’s Superman week on our corner of the internet.  My lack of Superman knowledge seems a little rude, a pinch disrespectful, to the muscular man in blue spandex.  Righting this wrong, and speedily, is obviously required.

Best of Seven Series: Red Denim

Let’s talk about divisive issues – the kind where people fall fervently on either one side or the other.  And I really do mean fervently.  All over the world, people passionately advocate for their position on the topic.  Alliances are formed.  Relationships are tragically ripped apart.  People stop speaking.  Shins are kicked: cilantro, reproducing, moustaches, Barack Obama, purple grape flavoring, Les Miserable, hair management with premature baldness, the color mustard, mushrooms, Perez Hilton, wasabi – these important matters surround us in a gigantic bear hug of debate.  It’s basically our responsibility to hash these issues out, to shed light on such contentious discussions.  And so, as the socially conscientious people we are, we enlisted 5 brilliant people, who, with Irving and I, comprise a 7 person panel armed to tackle one of the deepest rooted, most dramatic, and highly profound debates there is: Red denim.

Fan(girl) Friday: Yoga Pant Love

Yes, yes, all these things Irving has addressed so far during Yoga Week are important: self-reflection, life lessons, gender, self-care, community.  Real nice things.  But let’s be real for a second.  You want to talk about a major part of yoga?  Deal.  I’ve stolen Fanboy Friday so we can talk yoga pant love.

A Disco Lafleur! Life Lesson Filled Hockey Hug of Love

My life is in shambles right now.  I cannot even handle this.  Like, I just – I don’t know anything anymore.  This is beyond.  Some things are just too good. 

A Food Network Soul Sister Filled Hockey Hug of Love

Panko and backhands.  Boarding and fleur de sel.  “Season at every step” and “We’ve got to get pucks to the net”.  Searing, visors, lemon zest, and Gary Bettman.

Some things just go together.

A Big Old Speculation Filled Hockey Hug of Love

Hey you, how about a little speculation with that chilly brew you are enjoying?

A Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda Filled Hockey Hug of Love

It’s one of life’s great questions. It’s right up there with ‘what shape is the sky?, ‘why is Tuesday night wine frowned upon?’, and ‘why does nail polish always have to chip?’. It’s profound. It’s major. This is life changing stuff right here.

A Fleecy, Wine Filled Hockey Hug of Love

9:07am: It’s hockey day. It’s back. Finally. Grab my phone and text half the people in my contacts wishing them the best day. It’s like Christmas, only better. The whole I-didn’t-know-this-day-would-come thing really spices up the Christmasish anticipation. It’s like a secret ingredient, like adding butter to tomato sauce– that je ne sais quoi of Gary-related loathing and the horrocious hockey purgatory we’ve all been drowning in that makes this day all the more excellent.