“Everything begins and ends exactly at the right time and place”

Hard to believe that we’ve made it to the end of 2014. So soon! For me, it’s been quite the year; full of leaps and bounds, new experiences, and a whole lot of changes (Not to mention a whole lot of firsts). Instead of sharing potential resolutions for 2015 (to which I go along with, but rarely keep), here are some interesting and/or weird events that defined 2014 for me:

-Got my first internship gig at a magazine publication, which also coincided with me getting my first gig at a radio station at the same time. (I learned soon enough that working in a bustling radio station was not quite my forte as I would have hoped.)


This face!

 -I completed my first RAD intermediate foundation exam this December (the last time when I was a kid). As of yet, I still don’t know my marks, but whatever, I did it. (My body has never been so flexible as it has these been past few months. Love it!)


The movie “Picnic at Hanging Rock”. Eerie, but very well done.

-I scraped my knee for the first time in like, 20 years, and it hurt for a week. (A momentous incident.)


This pup became part of the family in November.

 -Speaking of which, who is this guy and where the hell did he come from??!!!


Tessa and Scott won silver at the Olympics and this is what they did. Brilliant.


I could not go without mentioning the most talked about movie of the year. Baby Groot! (Or rather, Guardians of the Galaxy)

-I went to the beach over the summer, which is another activity that I haven’t done in ages. Sand! Waves! Sunshine! Summer! 😦

-Thinking of the beach also reminds me of a particular incident that occurred sometime in August: my Dad and I would take the dog with us to the beach to enjoy the sand and water (and had a terrific time, I might add); at one point the dog did some ‘business’, but there were no trash cans around to dispose of it. Like the sensible citizens we are, we ended up taking the bag home with us in the car to put in the garbage when we got back. Needless to say, we forgot about it (can you see where this is going?). But for about a month afterwards whenever I went driving in the car, it smelled as though something had died. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what it was…… That is, at least until I pulled out a small black doggie bag from under the seat. Something had died alright:  the nearly two month old remains the dog’s dinner. Ladies and gentlemen, the story of 2014. #facepalm

-NBC’s televised musical of Peter Pan. I wanted to like it, I really did. But… It was pretty painful.  My favourite quote on it came from a tweet that read, “that sword fight was the Carrie Underwood of #PeterPanLive.” (And I still don’t quite know what to make of this.)


-I never thought I’d be able to remember the kings and queens of Britain… But I sure as hell do now.


-My repertoire of gifs, which I use at any given opportunity to convey emotion. It’s become a sick obsession, but I get so many kicks out of using them, and putting one in an email or a text to someone brings me so much bizarre joy.

-Oh, and I earned the title role of ‘auntie’ over the summer. (Boy, will I ever be an ‘aunt’ to this child.)

All of the things that happened this year will, weirdly enough, set the stage for 2015. What strange events will conspire, we will find out (sounds dramatic). All we can do is move forward, taking all that we’ve learned over the past year, and looking ahead at the new opportunities that will potentially come our way.

Happy New Year, and see you on the other side!


Thoughts on going to a Christmas concert for artists belonging to my parents’ generation

**Warning: read at your own risk of aging 50 years from this post**  

**Warning #2: may contain lethal amounts of talk about Justin Bieber, Christmas schmaltz and Donny Osmond. In the same paragraph.**

I’d never thought I’d be saying that I attended a Donny and Marie Osmond concert. Add Christmas to the mix, and by golly you’ve got yourselves a whopper of corny nostalgia overload.

And yet, I did; I lived to walk out of it unscathed. (Well, almost.)

You know you’re underage when half the people–generally women–around you are 40+ (my mom included). If you’re under 29, you’re considered a baby. (Better enjoy that while it lasts). At least I can say I knew some of their original hits… Well ok, maybe one. Puppy Love, anyone?

 And boy, were these women ever hot for Donny. Like, really. Throughout the show, they were practically climbing over the seats to give him hugs. If I didn’t know any better, they were the original Justin Bieber fans. (Beliebers, I think they’re called?) In fact, I’m pretty sure that he was the original J-Biebs. Though definitely on a far more innocent scale. I was listening to a woman seated behind me raving, “I’ve waited forty years for this! My first true love! I kept a poster of Donny on my wall, and I practiced kissing him for when we got married! I kissed him so often I wore his lips out!” Oy Vey. Even the women sitting next to me (a row of sisters) were going nuts.

But overall, it was kind of… Fun. Donny and Marie, in all their Christmas-y glory (It’s beginning to look a lot like….), make a great brother-sister dynamic. They certainly don’t hide their enjoyment of performing the classics (they also got a ton of laughs from the audience), and guess what? They made corny look it wasn’t corny. At all. And of course, their voices were top notch. Or I should say, pitch perfect.

Really, it’s always fun attending holiday shows like this.  A few years ago I was in New York and saw the Rockettes and was enthralled. (At the same time, NY’s Santa Con was happening too. Looking back, I wish I had a gone in for a beer with those people decked out in Santa and elf costumes). If you haven’t seen them and you want to be in New York near Christmas time one year, make a point of seeing the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. The dancer’s kicks go sky high. Or better yet, just visit New York around December.

Anything where festivities (and food) are involved is awesome.

And–I may as well admit it—Donny, even in his mid 50s, still has… A certain charisma. *flings self out the window.*

Life, as of late


It has been over two months since I last blogged. Halloween, to be exact. And now it’s December, and there’s already been two dumpings of snow, and Christmas music has been playing on the radio for sometime now. Talk about moving at lightning speed! I sort of have some excuses for not making updates (none of which involve writing term papers, thank god), and on the other hand, I sort of don’t. But I figured it was time to update, so here I am, and ready to stir things up. Starting with this past week, and working my way backwards:

When I haven’t been on the computer, most of my time during the past two months and beyond has been spent doing ballet, training for the RAD intermediate foundation exam. Usually it’s for younger students, but a bunch of us were doing it as adults. Training for a dance exam is intense, but when it’s ballet, it’s very intense. Lots of memorizing, lots of technical things to perfect, and of course, lots of sore muscles. To think this has been going on since August. It’s been fun, gruelling, frustrating… Often all at the same time. (Take this for example.)

Now that I think of it, with all this training, my body is in the best shape it’s probably ever been in. To keep it up would be phenomenal.

This past Tuesday was our big day, starting at 9(!!) in the morning. We had a male examiner, who was very British and very formal.  Not sure if it was because it was early, or because he was thinking of the long day he had ahead of him, but he wasn’t very cheery.  At least he gave us breaks in between to get water and catch our breaths. Then afterwards we (not including the examiner) all indulged ourselves at the Swiss Chalet nearby… Which is the thing to do after a life-changing exam. Now we just have to wait for our results in January.

But overall, it made for a good challenge to work up to. Now the question is whether I will decide to do the next level up of examinations…

And when dance hasn’t been consuming my time and my mind, movies and television have been (what else?). But mostly movies:

-namely, Interstellar, which was one of the trippiest fucking movies I’ve ever seen. (So trippy, in fact, that I had to use ‘fucking’ to describe it. And because it gave me a headache afterwards.)

-The other movie being Mockingjay; needless to say, the producers have yet to go wrong with it. That is, at least until a certain part comes up in the final movie (why oh why??), which will probably have people rolling over each other in the aisles (and not in the good way).

As well, just as of this week, the whispers of a editing job might be coming my way. If things work out (and I hope they do!), then it just might be the start of something good.

And to top off the past few months, the presence of a new (not to mention exceptionally cute) dog has been keeping me occupied.

Finally, to finish off for now, here’s a quote I’ve been thinking about lately:

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.

~Sylvia Plath

Live in the present, people!