Here comes the bride….

This past weekend, I was lucky enough to be able to stand in the wedding of one of my best friends. Words cannot even begin to describe how happy I am for these two people–Ashley has been my best friend since we were kids, playing Spice Girls in my backyard. And Shawn, her now husband, was introduced to our group in hilarious fashion over a game of Craninum many, many years ago. I love both of them to death, and I’m so happy for them and their happily ever after.

Now, because pictures are way better than words… here are just a few shots from the night before (and our girlie sleepover) and the big day.

The bride-to-be totally cool, calm, and collection the night before. Testing out her “honey-do” whistle.


Hanging out the night before. Lots of candy and conversation all around.



Doing Ashley’s nails… I wish I had remembered to take pictures of her nails.



Total concentration.

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We drove to Cali… and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and Built a fort out of sheets.

This past weekend was my younger cousin Tony’s wedding in PEI. I’ve been excited for this wedding since last Summer, when we went over for my cousin Chris’ wedding and found another one was impending. So when the invitation came in February, I immediately asked the boyfriend if he–might–want to come with me. Naturally he said yes, and I’ve been so excited ever since. The last month I’ve been planning and planning, and then finally Friday night it was time to go.

Although things didn’t exactly go according to how they were planned, our first road trip together was just as much fun as I dreamed it would be. And he and my family (and trust me, there is A LOT of us) got along awesome. In fact, he’s already talking about us taking a trip together back there, just the two of us which just makes me so happy. And he finally realizes what I mean when I say that there is NOTHING like a White wedding.

And, naturally, I captured the event as best as I could.

Off work, and on the road!
Super excited face?
Nothing but road ahead of us.
Three hours, and two provinces later… almost to the bridge!
His first time in New Brunswick.
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So long sweet summer… I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays.

part two of how I spent my summer vacation.

There are a number of reasons why I was excited for the chance to spend two weeks in Ontario at Andrew’s cottage (a real vacation. two weeks with Andrew. ect.) but one I didn’t learn until just before I was leaving and that was a pizza brand exclusive to Ontario and Quebec called Pizza Pizza. Now, while I love Nova Scotia and Halifax, sometimes our eating out gluten-free options can get repetitive (and especially expensive.) Sometimes you just want to be able to order a normal pizza. Which brings me to an exciting moment on our trip: the best damn gluten free pizza I’ve ever tasted.


yes, that pizza tasted as good as it looks. The ingredients we chose were: broccoli, zucchini, black olives, green pepper and pineapple. (no cheese.. totally did not need it. I never realized how good cheese-less pizza was!)


they bring you your pizza sealed, then open it right in front of you. the bottom of the sticker warns you the pizza was made in a facility containing wheat products, but I had no problems.


Andrew didn’t love the crust as much as I did, but we both agreed it was really good.

There really aren’t that many mainstream gluten-free pizza options in Halifax. The only one I can actually think of is Pizzatown, and unfortunately our experience with that place means I’ll probably never order their pizza again, especially after having this pizza. It was delicious. It was filling. It was pretty much everything you want in a pizza, minus that whole having to make it yourself.

Pizza wasn’t my only adventure while away–I also tried kneeboarding. Tried being the operative word. I wish I had pictures of this disaster of a time, but unfortunately I was too busy falling off the knee board to take pictures. Don’t get the wrong idea. I had an absolute blast trying, but unfortunately it was a little embarrassing when I lacked the ability to both balance enough to make it ten feet without falling over, or the ability to lift my body onto the board (or the boat!). Tubing, on the other hand, worked out much better for me. I fell of a couple times, and managed to scrape the heck out of my elbows doing so, but it was a blast. Especially when it was me, Andrew and his little brother in the three person tube (which we eventually broke!) and I was flying all over the place. Also enjoyable was being tossed from the tube when I was tubing alone, skipping across the water on my back (I was wearing a life vest, naturally) until I came to a stop, and just kind of rested on the top of the water for a couple seconds before I started to sink. It’s unfortunate the Seadoo wasn’t fixed until the day before we left. I would have loved to be able to get out on it more, even though it scared the hell out of me.

Other things (without pictures) that happened:

  • Fell in love with the baby loons floating across the lake.
  • Saw the cutest chipmunks.
  • Learned how to play rummoli.
  • Almost stepped on a garter snake. He was adorable… after I finished screaming.
  • And swam, swam, swam.

And now, some more random pictures of my summer vacation. It’s an shame I’m not going back to school, as I could have written an awesome essay.

those are rain clouds. Unfortunately we saw those a lot.
but without rain clouds… no rainbows!
gluten-free beer found in town. much less expensive then at home.
we’re gangsters.
Osprey which flew (far) above us when we were on the boat.
My pre-knee boarding look. You can take the girl out of the city…
andrew's knee
Andrew’s knee after he attempted to show off and stand on the knee board. He slipped completely wiped out, and hit the hard plastic hook at the front.
the cottage.
the sauna.
floating dock
the floating dock I loved sinking and jumping off (it was so fun.)
the seadoo which unfortunately was broken until the day before we left.


And the tube we had a blast breaking.
And finally, the skies over Halifax. We had much more turbulance on the way home, even though it wasn’t raining. I actually was close to tears at one point. But everything was okay.

We shed our clothes and felt romantic… tinted by the moon fantastic.

aka: part one of how I spent my summer vacation.

It’s been a whirlwind two weeks, but I am now officially back home, laying on my own bed as I write this. I kind of wish I had written down everything that has happened, but unfortunately I was spending more time out and about having adventures (although, unfortunately, not nearly enough adventures) so I will try and recap my entire cottage trip through the many pictures I took. So here we go… I’ll try to sum up everything nicely.

plane halifax

I woke up at four in the morning so that my Dad could drive me and Andrew’s mom to the airport for our early flight. We were leaving just before seven, and had to be there and hour early and it was an half hour to the airport. This was my first ever flight I can remember (the others being when I was a baby) and I’ve always been terrified of planes. But for some reason, the day of, I wasn’t as terrified as I thought I would be. The above picture was taken a couple minutes before we started boarding. Halifax was super foggy, rainy and gross. However, my early morning starbucks coffee made up for that fact.



Our layover was in Montreal, and although I only saw the airport, it was pretty cool. It has an apple store right there in the airport! The second plane we got on was smaller than the one from Halifax. It had propellers, and I sat by the window. Again, it was pretty darn rainy and gross in Montreal. This plane took us higher north in Quebec (Rouyn-Noranda) where we then drove another hour and a half, through more rain, to where Andrew’s family cottage was located. You have no idea how excited I was to see him. And that day they were having a celebration in honor of Andrew’s grandmother who passed away earlier this year. It was a little overwhelming, and I ended up taking a little nap since I was EXHAUSTED. I woke up just in time for veggie burgers, smirnoff ice light, and my first ever real sauna.

floating Andrew

floating around



This was one of the things I did a lot while I was down there. Floating around in the sunshine, having drinks, taking pictures, listening to music and just having fun. You know I was little nervous about spending two weeks with Andrew’s family, many of them I’d never met before. I’m shy. But there were all so open and welcoming that after a couple days, it really wasn’t scary at all. It was nice. It almost felt like–dare I say it?–I belonged. Which was beyond wonderful. Sure, I was still a little timid and shy, but then again: I was around his family. But spending hours lounging on a boat in the sunshine, you can’t hide within yourself. So I had to open up. And I had a blast doing it. (Okay, the wine and vodka coolers didn’t hurt either.)




That my friend’s is a golf course… right across the street from Andrew’s cottage. Yes, some millionaire bought a bunch of land so he could cut down trees (and destroy paths that Andrew remembers exploring as a kid). Can you believe it? Let’s destroy nature so once every couple years I can play a game of golf. Personally, I think going away to a cottage means relaxing, having fun in nature. The again, whoever heard of a three story cottage?

Now, as I was saying, whenever it was sunny we spent a good chunk of time out on the float boat, enjoying each others company.

sunglasses cool

See that bathing suit top? Cute isn’t it? Well, unfortunately shortly after this picture was taken said bathing suit top broke. Meaning the little plastic clip in the back completely snapped and I pulled a Janet Jackson on a boat full of Andrew’s family. Thank god I have tiny boobs because I was holding them. Thankfully someone grabbed my shirt for me to wear while Andrew attempted to fit my bathing suit top for me. (Those sunglasses Andrew’s wearing are also my sunglasses. But they suit him surprisingly well, don’t they?)

broken bathing suit

Who knew that broken hair elastics could be so darn handy? This was actually the second time one of those plastic clips broke on me during the trip (the other being a bathing suit borrowed from my sister) but needless to say I’ll be buying tie suits from now on.




My dragonfly friend who did not want to leave me. He was literally sitting on me for a good twenty minutes and then decided to go on his merry little way. There are so many dragonflies up there, and I find them so beautiful. The blue ones were really cool too.

That’s just the beginning of both my pictures and my stories. In the next installment I’ll tell you all about my wake boarding adventures, the best damn gluten-free pizza I’ve ever tasted, and much, much more. Suffice to say: I had an amazing vacation, and I honestly can’t wait to go back again someday. I have so many stories, and not nearly enough pictures, but I’ll try and do my best to share everything.

Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane… don’t know when I’ll be back again.

By the time you read this, I will (hopefully) be sitting at Andrew’s cottage in the sunshine and heat, drink in hand, probably exhausted from a 6:30am flight. This is my last entry before my vacation, and I will be back in about two weeks with both stories and pictures.

I thought before I left I would do something fun and cute. You know me, I can never turn down a survey. Both your wishcake, Apricot Tea and Kyla Roma have done this, so I’m also jumping on the always-sometimes-never bandwagon as well.

I always…

  • have a story brewing inside my head, even if it’s just to pass the time on the bus, or never gets written down. I was the most magnificent liar storyteller when I was a kid.
  • take too many pictures in the moment, because I want to remember every second.
  • hoped I would have an epic love story at a young age, but never realized how truly lucky I would get with the boy who loves me.
  • wanted to be a writer. Always.
  • forgive too easily, even though I know (from past experience) the same thing is probably going to happen over, and over again.
  • choose Frank Sinatra, classic rock, or songs from my past over whatever is currently popular on the radio.

I sometimes…

  • dance as though no one is watching, busting a move in public places like the grocery store and it always embarrasses whoever I’m with.
  • buy clothes I’ll probably never have the opportunity to wear, just because they’re too beautiful to pass up.
  • get frustrated I don’t have the same willpower and determination for exercise I had when I was fourteen (even though I was scary obsessed with it and spent hours a day exercising that summer.)
  • get jealous of the people around me getting engaged because I’m so ready for Andrew and I to take that step. But I understand why it’s not the right time.
  • wish I had the bravery to just sign up for dance classes because I want to learn how to really dance, but I’m too scared of looking like an idiot in front of strangers.
  • miss my old, super long hair. But I am so in love with short hair lately, it’s okay. If worse comes to worse, I can always save up and buy hair extensions.

I never…

  • like to leave a store without buying something. It’s weird, but I have this fear that if I don’t people will think I’m stealing. Andrew’s slowly breaking me of this habit, but it used to be pretty bad (and expensive!)
  • thought I’d be this relaxed about getting on an airplane without Andrew standing beside me, holding my hand, telling me to breathe.
  • can turn down a shot of Jack Daniels. And it surprises people how well I can handle it, considering I’m pretty small, and two glasses of wine usually gets me beyond tipsy.
  • sleep the recommended 8 hours of sleep a night. Either I go to bed too late, or I wake up too early, or both. It’s a bad habit, and I really wish I could learn to sleep more soundly.
  • wonder “if” Andrew and I are going to make it. Our relationship, and future, is one of the only things I’ve ever been a hundred percent solid and certain about.
  • want to truly grow up. It’s probably part of the reason I’m so attracted to writing (and reading) young adult stories. Even when I do grow up, get married, have babies, I still hope I can find that youthful spark inside of myself, and keep it alive.

Somewhere beyond the sea… somewhere waitin’ for me… my lover stands on golden sand… and watches the ships that go sailin’.

It’s been a long time since I went on vacation.

The last time I went on a true vacation was a couple years ago where I spent a week at a cottage in PEI. That trip was different, however, because I was with my own family and we drove, not flew which meant I wasn’t as limited in what I brought. Plus, we were only gone about 5 days. I’ve never had to fly anywhere on vacation for this long. So I’ve spent a good chunk of this week trying to come up with a list of what I should pack. There are the obvious: Macbook & computer cord, blow dryer, complete bathing suit collection, ipod, sunscreen & straw hat and of course my camera. But what I’m having trouble going through is the rest of my closet. What the hell does one pack for a trip to a cottage?

I recently read Pink Crush’s Cottage Survival Guide she posted a little while ago which obviously game me helpful ideas, but even still I’m having trouble deciding what to bring. I know I need bathing suit cover ups–sarongs mostly–and summer dresses just because I would much rather wear a summer dress over a jeans or shorts any day. I’ll need some outdoorsy clothing, since I have no doubt Andrew will try and take me hiking through the woods to explore. And then there is just-lounging-around-clothes, and out-on-the-boat-clothes and going-into-town-clothes. There is a whole process to getting dressed, and even though I’ll be in the middle of Ontario I still want to be me and be able to get dressed having fun.

Suddenly I’m feeling as though I should put on Sex and the City, season two, the episode where the girls go to the Hamptons in order to have packing inspiration. Because if anyone can help me figure out how to pack for my summer vacation, Carrie Bradshaw definitely can–no one does city-girl-in-the-country better than her.

All my bags are packed… I’m ready to go.

One week.

One whole week until I am in Ontario, back in Andrew’s arms. You have no idea how much I can’t wait for this week to quickly pass. Which makes it unfortunate I only work a total of 6 hours this week (2:30-5:30 tomorrow; 2:30-5:30 Wednesday). I actually can’t believe that it’s amost here. First off, this is going to be the first time I’ve been on an airplace since I was 11 months old. Secondly this is going to be my first real vacation in longer than I can even remember. Two whole beautiful weeks to soak in the sunshine, and get to know Andrew’s family even better. And me, being me, I can’t help but already think about what I’m going to wear, what I’m going to bring. From what Andrew has explained to me, it’s basically going to be two weeks where I will wear a bathing suit straight. And while I haven’t quite made it up to 500 crunches per day yet–I miss the days where it came so easily//I was more obsessed with working out–I’m still trying to sneak them in where ever possible. I still haven’t tried my power yoga DVD yet, but only because I spent yesterday in a appletini hangover haze, and today I worked 12:30-7 without even a break. I did however pack running shoes for the cottage, and Andrew says he’ll try and get me out jogging which I would adore. I’m serious about this working out thing, more serious than I’ve been in a long, long time.

Which hopefully means when I do get back from my two week vacation, and blogging hiatus, I will have no qualms about posting pictures where I’m wearing a bathing suit. Me, a bikini? No big deal at all. A girl can dream, right?

And just for fun, a picture which basically sums up my Friday Thursday night: blurry, just like my memory of the evening. The next day may have been… rough. But trust me, great times were had, and I enjoyed every appletini soaked moment. Who would have thought I would have so much fun with my little sister and friends? I have so many pictures on my camera from the last week or so I have yet to most. I’m sure on of these days I’ll do a massive and-this-has-been-my-summer-so-far-in-pictures post, but until then I leave you me, and my fellow dancing queen Shane, enjoying our Smirnoff Ice (light) laced with rockstar burner. And yes, those are my fabulous pleather tights I don’t get to wear nearly enough.


Come over to my house, ’cause you’re the one for me… we’ll drink cheap wine and watch for shooting stars.

Happy Friday.

The weekend if always a wonderful thing, isn’t it? The cap to one week while on the verge of another. Last night Andrew and I had a deck party, soaking up the warm June night. Of course, he worked at eight am, so our deck party last only about an hour, but in that hour the two of us managed to share a bottle of cheap and fruity wine, which is my favorite. Andrew brought out a bunch of blankets and pillows and we had our own little picnic, there on his back deck, under the stars, minus anything but wine.

And to me that is summer: nights, under the stars, a cool breeze in the summer heat, and a cheap bottle of wine shared with those you love. The only thing that you have topped it would have been to wonder through the streets, running through sprinklers and collapsing onto cool grass, tipsy and happy.



There is less than a month until I go to Ontario, 30 days to be exact, which is all kinds of exciting. Okay, so maybe not the getting on a plane part, but the being in Ontario, being at Andrew’s cottage, getting to know Andrew’s family better than I already have. This is kind of embarrassing to admit, but I’m still really shy around his family, even after five and a half years. While he has no trouble hanging around my house, going upstairs to pour his own drinks, or staying down in my living room while I go off to bed, my anxiety takes over at his place. I mean, I still call his parents Mr. and Mrs. Valencik even though they have asked me, on more than one occasion, to call them by their first names. Maybe by the time we are married, I’ll be able to casually use their first names, no anxiety at all. Hell, maybe it’ll even be by the end of July! Now wouldn’t that be something.

Now I’m off to watch Batman Begins, and then probably The Dark Knight–if I can stay awake that longbecause with Andrew resting (he worked all day today, and works tomorrow) Batman was my very first boyfriend. And well, have you seen Christian Bale in Batman Begins, especially that scene where he drops down and starts doing the push ups. I love my boyfriend, and usually I’m not a fan of muscles, but Batman was my very first crush, so I can’t help but love watching this movie. And I mean if you have nothing to do, and no where to go, on a Saturday night then spending the night with Batman is not bad at all…



I mean… Am I right?

I’ve been up for days… trying to write this confession down. Seems like every line, I write a mess.

For a while now, I’ve been saying that I really want to start exercising. Once upon a time, I used to exercise a lot. Mostly on my exercise bike, but I enjoyed the work out in general. There was weights, and my ball, and I would break them out every day, jumping around and feeling good. And then, like so many things, I just stopped. I got lazy, or bored, or something. Either way it just wasn’t as important to me and slowly I let myself turn into a couch potato again, promising that the next day, I would start working out again, which never did happen.

The thing is, though, that when I’m exercising I’m much less anxious which has a slew of positive effects like: wanting to actually get out of the house, not having random panic attacks, and overall feeling good. Which is why I decided that I’m going to break out my collection of work out DVDs and start getting into it. Everyday, without excuses. With today being day one. The DVDs are just the beginning, obviously. My goal is to also start getting out in the beautiful sunshine to work out; I’d love to start jogging since I really loved the treadmill at Oak Island.

Last night, I went out with Andrew to a friend’s birthday party slash the last party at a band we know’s soon-to-be-ex house. And… I had too much to drink. Which used to be the story of my life, but I thought I had gotten past my get-drunk-and-get stupid faze. And I hate that once again, I realized something this morning: I don’t want to do this anymore. But the thing is, in the moment, the anxiety hits and I keep drinking even when I know I shouldn’t. And I think waking up at six this morning feeling just… stupid, made me realize exactly why it is important I don’t just say “Oh, yeah, time to get healthy and work out” and why I actually do it this time. I can’t let my anxiety control me, and I can’t try and mask it by drinking too much.

Last night wasn’t even as bad as it’s been before. But if I don’t get it controlled now, I know how bad it can get. And I don’t want to go back there again.

I have this fear, of being at Andrew’s cottage–on the float boat–and getting anxious, and I just start drinking way too much, get drink and get stupid. But I know if I just get my anxiety under control now, then it won’t be a problem at all will be much, much less of a problem. I have a month and twelve days, roughly, and I can handle that. Get my diet under control, start working out everyday, and I know that for one getting on the plane will be easier, and second when I’m there, daily anxiety will be much more under control. And that’s what I want: I want to be a real person again.

God this is way too much to write out at 7:45 in the morning, but it needed to be, so there we go: the truth, more or less. Fears and all.

Now I’m going to watch Stick It, get motivated, drink another liter of water, and then start my first day of Jillian Michaels 30 Shred which is supposed to be one heck of a work out (check out the amazon reviews) but I’m hoping I can get through the first level without dying.

And if it ain’t this then its that… as a matter of fact she hasn’t had a day to relax since she’s lost her ability to think clearly.

You know what is crazy? Having your last University essay done. You know what is even more insane? Your last University essay being on Mandy Moore and Rhianna, and a comparison between their two version’s of the song “Umbrella”. Sometimes it is just awesome being an arts kid. I’m really going to miss it.

This weekend I’m heading away for a couple days with my Mom, and a friend of hers. We’re going to the Oak Island Inn for a women’s retreat. Mom’s been wanting to take my sister and I for a couple of years now, and although Krista probably won’t be able to make it down until Saturday after she gets off work at five, I know I’m pretty excited about it. Mom and I don’t really spend a whole lot of quality time together outside of Frenchy’s shopping, so that should be interesting. Mostly, I’m really excited about getting away for two days and really getting a chance to relax. My anxiety is through the roof lately, and I’ve been panicking just sitting down, watching television. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this bad, so I’m hoping even two days away will be enough to just relax.

I also really want to take this weekend to get back to exercising and healthy eating. Not that I’ve really ventured that far away from healthy eating–with a few sugar-free candy treats–I just really want to dedicate myself to it. Summer is coming, and I want to feel good about myself. Ever since I’ve gained the weight back I’ve felt… large. Which should be crazy because at 5’8″ I’m not supposed to weigh under 100 pounds. And I know that even at my current weight I’m still underweight (and that’s been my natural weight for years now, excluding last year). I just… I want to get toned again so that I stop constantly feeling fat. Plus when I’m working out I don’t feel nearly as anxious as I have been lately. Maybe it’s a good thing it’s coinciding with the wellness weekend. I can relax and I can spend two days working out like crazy so that when I come home it will just be easy to slip into that state of mind. Plus there is a pool and I’ve been dying to go swimming for ages now.

Summer just can’t come soon enough.

Now excused me while I download far too many late 90s pop songs to listen to while working up a sweat and finding peace and balance (… or something like that.)