Sunday, February 18, 2007

Living it up in Paris with my girls...

Alright so I haven't heard from them yet, but I would suspect that they are driving in from the airport at this exact minute. And aside from being exhausted they are probably really excited! So am I!

Don't know what we are going to get up to this week, but I don't think it matters! Paris with your girlfriends is seriously close to being the best thing ever! (best thing ever would be to spent it with your significant other. Paris being the city of love and all!)

Anyways, must go prepare. If I'm not around for the next week this is why...oh and Dave Matthews in Glasgow on Sunday! Can't wait to see my Jennyfer!!

Love love y'all!

Mega old picture but apparently I don't have any recent ones... That'll change this week I'm sure!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentines Day!

Just wanted to say have a Happy Day. There's no better day to say I love you with grocery store flowers, cheap chocolate and ecards! Just remember to keep saying it the other 364 days of the year. I believe it more when you aren't forced by a commercial holiday!

Love to all the fam and friends who read this...and of course to all those who I don't really know, I wish you love as well! And I'm not saying it just cause Hallmark makes me. I really do wish everyone love!
Only 4 more sleeps till my girls are here...and more importantly my Kraft Dinner. Kidding...
xo Kate

Some cute valentines!

Some more cute ones!


ps. No discrimination meant by only choosing these three couples. They were the only ones that I had!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Screaming on the inside and, evidently, the outside as well...
Alright I had a bad day. Nothing in particular was bad about it but I just had one of those days where I got stressed out about things that are beyond my control.

Age 23 is a particularly rough age. I'm supposed to be figuring out my life. I should at least be finding the right path to get on. Everyone says don't worry about it. But don't worry about it is contrary to my nature. I need to worry about it. I need to know that I'm making some progress somewhere. Every now and then I feel like I'm taking two steps back to every one I take ahead. This is an age, where you have the degree and or smarts to get a job, but you can't find a job. Or the age where you have time to travel and explore, be reckless, but you can't afford to do that. It's stressful on this 23 year old mind of mine.
At the height of my stress right before the breakdown I found this on a bloggers site. She wrote it, and it's probably wrong to steal it and put it on here, but I'll link to her site so you can give her her due:

Stop being afraid of what other people think
stop putting on a front to hide who you really are
stop pushing away the people who care about you the most
Stop filling your life with excuses so that you don't have to deal with things that are "too hard"
Stop being scared of life, of love, of being loved
Stop putting up walls
Stop hiding behind them
Stop hurting others just to protect yourself
Stop acting weak and finally be your strong self
Stop trying to have life figured out before you'll even take a baby step
Stop and take a look at yourself, and ask if you're really getting what you want out of life,or if you are just too scared to see what it will bring
Stop and think about how you are called to live.
And then
Start living. Start believing. Start loving

Her name is Bekah, and personally I think she's a genius. Or maybe she's just in the same boat as me and understands. In any case I thought it was good, and I wanted to share.

Ok so to all of you who know someone this age, at this stage in their life. You might want to refrain from asking what they plan to do with their could be hazardous to your health.

Love love everyone!

Monday, February 12, 2007

"Was I an overnight sensation?"

Yay! Gordie won a Grammy!
I thought the awards were next week so I was surprised this morning to find out he won! I announced it to everyone in my office; who, evidently weren't as thrilled as I was. Number one because they aren't familiar with Grammys, and number two because they have no idea who Gordie Sampson is...or Carrie Underwood for the matter!
I, on the other hand, am thrilled! I think I'll make a point of only listening to Gordie today...

I love Cape Breton and all the talent that comes out of there. Look at all the people who were pumped to attend the Rankins this week...We got talent (ok i say that like I have talent, which I don't, but I like being part of an island that's full of it!)!

Have a good one...remember to listen to Gordie today!
Love love

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Giving to others...

If I happen to have change in my coat pocket (and normally I do) I will give to those people begging on the street or in the metro station. It certainly would not be possible to give to everyone because Paris is full of people asking for money, or performing for money. But I certainly don't avoid those who are less fortunate looking for help. I don't know what it is they do with the money, and frankly I don't care. I give people the benefit of the doubt and believe that they are in fact hungry and/or homeless and give what I have. Certainly this isn't a big gesture. But I would like to think that perhaps the Euro or two I deposit in their cup could give some small relief.

Lately though, I've been saving my Euros to deposit in the cup of a lady who begs in the metro station on my way home from work. My heart absolutely breaks every single time I see her. She is middle aged I would guess and some days she is sitting at the top of the stairs, her usual spot, and is crying. Every time I see her cry I wonder if some heartless person has gone before me and said something mean to her. On those days I wish I could hug her, or say something that would make feel better. But I don't know the cause of those tears, and I don't know why she is forced to beg so I give what I can and hope it helps. She averts her eyes from everyone and sits huddled up as though she's embarrassed to be there. She holds a small sign that says "J'ai faim"-I'm hungry.

Today before I reached my final station, and where my sweet lady is, I was reading a book called 'A Fine Balance' on the train. It's about India in the mid-70's and the hardships of people who were homeless and some forced to beg. And this evening I read a line that struck me, and I had to put the book away, "O Babu, without beggars how will people wash away their sins?" And I felt guilty. I felt guilty for feeling good when I dropped those few coins in people's cups. Guilty for believing that my giving would make a difference to them, but was I sub consciously thinking it would make me a better person? No, I don't think I give to balance out my wrongdoings, or sins, but it did make me feel guilty. Guilty enough to put that book away and think about it.

And so tonight, when I dropped my Euro and a half in the sweet lady's cup, she grabbed my hand. And for once she looked in my eyes and said "Vous etes gentille"-You are kind, and my heart hurt so much. It was as though she knew I felt guilty and that I wished I could do something more than give the Euro and a half left from buying my lunch. Tonight I didn't walk away with a lighter heart and the feeling of doing good. I walked away with tears in my eyes and her three words echoing in my ears.

The world is a cruel place sometimes, and as Esther so eloquently put it this morning, "[There are things in life that] remind us how quickly things can change and how fragile we all really are". I don't give to this lady or others to make me a better person. I do it because I hope that it helps. And maybe one day I can and will do more. But for now, I wish I could tell that sweet lady crying at the top of the stairs, that there's someone thinking of her right now and wishing the world hadn't been so cruel to her...

It's time to start saying my prayers again I think, there are a few people who need them this week...

Saturday, February 03, 2007

161 pounds is not FAT!

I've spent an entire afternoon looking at naked women. Ok, I spent the afternoon looking at paintings and sculptures of naked women at Musee D'Orsay here in Paris. Beautiful works of beautiful women, loved by the men who created them, or painted them from models or from images in their mind of the ideal woman. And you know what...there was not one 'skinny' woman in these paintings or sculptures.

So I'm in the museum looking at all this different works by all these different men, and I think that it was such a different time back then. When it was a woman's curves, her hips, her breasts that we admired, the more curvy the better. And I think that I hope we go back to this. Like fashion I hope it comes back into style.A 360 from the size two models we now worship.

So then I come home and find an article on Tyra Banks, and all those people who are calling her fat. Ok I saw the picture of her on the beach in that horrible one piece bathing suit...but c'mon there's no one in this world who could rock that suit. It was definitely a poor fashion choice, but I certainly did not think she was fat. There's so much pressure these days, there's too much pressure these days. When we are at a point where society thinks that 161 pounds for her height is fat, we're in trouble.

Too many times I've stood in a mirror with a critical eye and cursed my body. Cursed my butt, my stomach, my breasts. And I'm ashamed of that. I am not fat. I am average, maybe even a little below average. (In 2005, the average Canadian woman was 5'3" and 153 pounds.) I am a size 8 or 10. And by 'Hollywood' standards I am fat. Well screw you guys. You are the minority...the rest of us who eat are the majority. It makes me so angry to think of people who think they aren't beautiful because they don't measure up to what the standard that is forced upon us. Personally I get way too excited when I see a 'real woman' in movies. I think, look at her thighs...they are like the same size as mine. Really I shouldn't be thinking this. But woman are so worried about meeting standards that we are happy when someone in the media that looks like us.

I am happy for Tyra, it's unfortunate that she had to retire to be able to gain 30 pounds. I'm happy for stars like Catherine Zeta Jones, and Mandy Moore, who are healthy sized actresses. I'm happy for Jennifer Hudson and Beyonce Knowles and their curves. I just wish I didn't have to be happy for a few successful people in the media who are normal sized. I wish I didn't live in a world where we create standards of beauty. Standards of beauty that the majority of people can't meet.

I know a very impressionable young girl, who I think is absolutely beautiful but I have already witnessed on a few occasions her worrying about her weight and looks. And it makes me so angry. How do I explain to her, that what we see in movies and on TV is not what you should trying to be. You should focus on simply being healthy. Keep playing soccer and eating the right things...and don't feel bad when you eat sweets, or occasionally splurge and eat junk food. This young girl is tall and lanky and will probably remain this way most of her life just like her mom...but if at the young age of 12 she's already worried about her weight, I'm worried about what's to come in the next few years.

I can hear the criticism...I'm just jealous cause I don't look like them. No I'm not. Even though I've stood in that dreadful mirror way too many times, I like my body. I try to be healthy and maintain a healthy weight, but I don't care if I eat three cookies and don't eat near enough vegetables. I try not to think about those parts of me that I simply can not change. We don't get to decide our body type, we don't get to decide how long our legs are, how wide our hips are, how big our breasts are (well you can in fact alter that...but that's a whole other can of worms) If one focuses so much energy on things we can not change, we burn out long before we learn to focus on the beautiful aspects of ourselves.

Anyways, I could go on forever about this. But you know, I just wanted to say I'm beautiful, and I can't think of one woman in my life that isn't. So let's go have some cake and complain about our thighs. I know, I'm a hypocrite!

Click on image to go to the Dove Real Beauty Campaign

(While looking for a pic of the 'Dove' models to go with this post I found this article: It made me feel bad for saying 'real woman'. I certainly in no way suggest that anyone who is below a size 10 is artificial. My only point is we should stop putting so much focus on beauty and deciding a certain body type is a standard of beauty. In any case check it out.)

Friday, February 02, 2007

Hi All

I gave you a link a few posts ago to get to Post Secrets. However today in an effort to return to the site, I clicked the link and realized...This is not the site I want! So here is the link to the Correct Site! Oops! Check this one out:

Love love!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Everything is 'Fancier' in France

Had a bit of a craving for salt today, and was going grocery shopping so I thought I'd pick up a bag of chips. Ha. This is not Canada. There is not an entire aisle at SuperStore dedicated to oversized bags of chips. There's a dainty little section dedicated to dainty little snacks. So I spotted on the bottom shelf 'Lays'. Yes, I thought to myself, something I know. Ha. I should know better by now than to think that...because just because it has the same name as home...they are normally not the same. Number one, you can't buy big bags. These 'Lays' came 6 individual sized bags in a pack. And I'm certainly not complaining but the individual sized bags are smaller here than home. And number two, the flavors are CRAZY different. So I thought I'd share them with you:
  • The two normal flavors: Plain, and Plain Ripple
  • Bolognaise ( tomato, green pepper and spice)
  • Cheese
  • Roast Chicken and Thyme
  • Mustard Pickles
  • Spicy
  • Barbecue
  • Tomato, Mozzarella and Basil
  • Ham and Cheese
  • Oh and there's also two kinds of Olive Oil Lays: Plain and Romarin(whatever that is!)

Some seem pretty normal...but Ham and Cheese and Mustard Pickles! My word, that's a whole freaking dinner! So in my pack came Bolognaise, Cheese and Barbecue. I tried the Bolognaise, and surprisingly they were good. I love how the Roast Chicken ones come with Thyme. In Canada we carnivores like our gravy with our roast it's a delicate dusting of Thyme. I love France.

Oh and also I was looking a some Chef Boyardee type products here, and decided to put them back when they stated in bold print: 8.5% Pure Beef! What? Tell me what exactly is the other wait don't tell me!

love love...that's 8.5% pure love topped with Mustard Pickles! Yum!