I Have An Amazing Rack, And Other Musings.

Alright. I'm the first to admit how freaking sweet it is to be a teacher in the summertime. Today is day one of my summer vacation and so far, I've slept in, watched The Bachelorette, made lunch, and ate a chocolate bar.

I also stalked my favourite blogs by Emily and Laura, two amazingly amazing chicks- so amazing, that I used amazingly amazing to describe them, and didn't change it.

Emily posted 26 Facts about her today, and I thought I would jump on the bandwagon! I haven't done a post like this in a while- buckle up, peeps.

26 Facts! Fist Pump!

A is for age:  30, but most days I forget this. When watching the Bachelorette, I have to remind myself that I am older than all the contestants. Fuck. 

B is for breakfast today:  Cheerios (don't F with a pregnant woman and her cereal) with the most amazing Ontario strawberries, and half a banana. I will say I went a straight month eating bagels with cream cheese for breakfast. 

C is for currently craving:  I don't really have one... mainly because I just ate a King Sized Twix bar. 

D is for dinner tonight: I do need to mention that my BFF Jessi (known to me as Edna, for our love of 85-year-old everything) and I made BBQ chicken salad with her crack home-made dressing, and it was glorious. Tonight, I'm going to Safari Bar and Grill to see my other friend Jackie! 

God, I am so popular. 

E is for favorite type of exercise: "I LOVE Fit in Heels workouts and I am lucky enough to be able to attend her classes in person! I also want to be just like her in every way!"

Alright- I kept that from Emily's blog (and may have fudged the ending... just a bit), purely for selfish reasons. But I do like my workouts. They kick ass, and they are definitely my favourite type of exercise- especially when my HIIT intervals can include punching bags, for my built up residual anger. 

F is for a fave food: This is hard. I truly love healthy foods- pretty much anything from the Eat Clean Diet Cookbook- and I am a sucker for Mexican food like fajitas, tacos, mexican salad, guacamole- and yes, I will forever stick behind the notion that Mexican food is healthy. Truth be told, I am a sucker for all things KD and chocolate. 

And wine. Fuck, that is a food group I really miss. 

G is for gross food:  I HATE corn. All kinds. When I tell people this, they inevitably ALWAYS ask me, "But what about corn on the cob?" Um, what the hell is the difference? Is eating a chopped up apple different than eating it whole? Then, I take the corn on the cob and beat them over the head with it. 

H is for hometown:  P-Town. P-City. P-Rizzle. The P-Dot. 

This was to prove that no one cool comes out of a town called Pickering. 

I is for something important: Wine. 

J is for current favorite jam: I love strawberry jam. Blueberry, raspberry, even blackberry. 

Oh, "jam" as in "song". Sorry- I only speak current lingo, like "yolo", "legit", "epic" and "preach". So I'll preach my legit, epic track to you. 

Celine Dion- My Heart Will Go On. 

Yolo.

K is for karaoke: Alright fine. This would also be Celine Dion- My Heart Will Go On. But my fave track(s) for real right now would be Usher- Scream and Kylie Minogue- Timebomb. 

L is for luxe: I splurge on clothes, to be honest. I don't really care about brand names, but I do like to shop. Which is why I have a gazillion pairs of shoes, and why I will die if my feet grow during this pregnancy. 

M is for muffins: When I see this, I see "muff", and then laugh. Then, I think of Emily's banana chocolate chip muffins, and begin salivating, and secretly hope she'll bring me more. Now if I could just find a way to hint that to her...

N is for something you need:  A nanny and a magnum.

O is for occupation: I am a teacher- therefore, I inspire youth to live healthy, active lives through empowerment and effective role-modelling.

Bahahahaha well that's what it says on my resume, anyway. 

P is for pet peeve:  When people don't give credit where credit is due. Also- mean girls. Girls are so freaking mean. And women are so amazing- it's such a shame that we can't all celebrate each other and not be so damn catty. 

Anyways... did you see what Miley Cyrus wore on the red carpet the other day? Gross.  

Q is for a quote: My fave quote of all time (besides the obvious, "Sarcasm is the lowest form of humour"): 

"Your biggest challenge isn’t someone else. It’s the ache in your lungs and the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that yells can’t, but you don’t listen. You just push harder. And then you hear the voice whisper, CAN. And you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are."

R is for running: I know what you're thinking. "Running Sucks". I can't disagree with you- but sometimes running is freaking awesome- especially with your fave tunes (see the Celine reference above) and your ability to forget everything around you- especially the jiggling happening in your lovehandles with each step. No? Just me?

I've run 4 half marathons, 3 10-milers, and too many 10km and 5km races to count. All of them sucked at one point.

S is for favorite healthy snack:  Oatmeal, greek yogurt and berries, smoothies, apple and peanut butter, gnawing on the arm of the couch. 

T is for favorite treat:  Gold medal ribbon ice cream from Baskin Robbins... which by the way, they DIDN'T HAVE when we went on the weekend to get some. You don't do this sh*t to a pregnant woman. I shrieked and yelled "BUT IT'S YOUR BEST SELLER!" to the teenager who worked there, then hung my head as I left. Mostly because I know Baskin Robbin's best seller. How embarrassing. 

U is for something that makes you unique:  My ridiculous rack. 

V is for favorite vegetable: Say it with me, peeps! CAULIFLOWER! It's true. 

W is for today’s workout:  Treadmill interval workout- 10 min run followed by tricep extensions, 2 plank versions, squats with the med ball, and lunges. Repeat, bitches!

X is for X-rays you’ve had:  teeth, knee, ankle, shoulder... mostly my stupid head, though. I realize you can't get an x-ray of your head, but I've had many concussions so I felt that it needed to be said. Multiple concussions also explains why I'm such a weirdo. 

Y is for yesterday’s highlight: The entire weekend was spent with my AMAZING husband- between going out for dinner, walking along Queen, getting ice cream, doing workouts together (you know it), cooking, enjoying our backyard, going to the Beach, going to the movies, having Edna and Ed over, and endless belly rubbing (both ways), it was the weekend of perfection. As I look over at him with pride right now, sitting in front of the air conditioner, eating chips and dip, topless. What a man.

Z is for your time zoo…as in animal that I would HAVE to visit when I go:  Penguins! Emily chose this, too- and she doesn't even know about my extreme obsession with penguins when I was a little child. And when I say "little child", I mean I had stuffed animals and a penguin mural in my bedroom in university. The guys were banging down my door, let me tell you.

Tell me ANY of the above that you agree with (I know you feel me on the Mexican food being healthy), and answer any question about yourself! 


If you write a blog, do your own 26 Facts! Give me credit, of course. Then tell everyone what an amazing rack I have.