tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460666156261107482024-03-05T18:23:15.022-08:00dehcho diva...no not reallythis is a work in progressdehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-44522007590151115202011-01-27T21:12:00.000-08:002011-01-27T21:15:48.781-08:00Hi Blog I've missed you!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: normal;">It has been quite some time since I've shared the many quarks of my thoughts with you. And although I have not been in good standing with MY blog I have been thinking about you. <span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>Ah yes you would think that I had full-on neglected you, but I haven’t.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>I like most of the world or shall I say north, have fell into the ‘lazy mode’ its cold out and what better way to spend those cold lazy evening spending time with you? NOT!! <span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>My evenings have been dedicated to hockey, yoga, curling and Johnny walking. <span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>So when I’m not home dressing myself in layers to take my beloved Canine Johnny Berens for his daily snowshoe,<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>you can find me rushing back to the house by 6:30pm with just enough time to scarf some food down before hockey, yoga or curling.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>Sounds lovely doesn’t it...well truthfully I knew it would be like this, I feel that there is no way that I want to deprive to pooch of his well needed off leash snowshoe, so each day that’s what we do.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>Now my weekly routine is somewhat of a tight schedule with hockey on Mondays, Wednesdays...sometimes Saturdays and yoga on Thursdays, Curling Fridays.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>So the dog walking after work is quite fast paced.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining to you. The busy week is good for both Johnny and myself; we both enjoy our daily snowshoe come on now who doesn’t enjoy a good snowshoe?!</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">I’m simply telling you blog that although your pages have not been updated in sometime you are always on my mind.</span></div><br style="line-height: 17px;" />dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-42118751946772379862010-12-14T14:27:00.000-08:002010-12-14T14:27:37.321-08:00the INTERNET...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">You may or may not have noticed that I’ve been slacking on my blog...well the truth is I have been writing, keeping notes and jotting down random thoughts, why haven’t I updated my blog you ask?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WE HAVE NO INTERNET.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes you read that correctly, my household is without the internet for the time being. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">The first few days were hard but now I’ve just come to accept the absence of the internet and just browse the internet from my phone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The browsing of phone really isn’t all that exciting, everything is much smaller and creeping facebook isn’t all that entertaining either. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My roommates on the other hand, not too sure how they’re taking the 'without internet' I’m sure it does get pretty boring.. but hey there are tons of other things to do right?! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well to be completely honest with you I really miss be able to update my blog on a regular basis...soon we shall have out s#%& together and soon I'll be updating on a somewhat regular basis, sound good?! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-85611068311522620362010-12-14T14:24:00.001-08:002010-12-14T14:24:43.058-08:00the gawd awful truth....it isn't always easy to forget<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">This next read will be somewhat of a controversial topic, it’s about cheaters</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Not such a lovely first line up there, but it was on my mind and I thought I’d share with you my thoughts on the selfish act of betrayal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My apologies if you find this offensive, this is just simply how I feel. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I was on the phone the other day with a good friend of mine of whom I haven’t talked to in ages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had our normal catch-up conversation...how have you been what’s new, you get the idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we chatted and talked about relationships with our past partners we came to the subject of being cheated on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>IT’S THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD! Now I have been a victim of a cheating boyfriend...was I really a victim of a cheater, can you call someone who has been betrayed by someone who supposedly loved them a victim? Is this something that I caused? or was it <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>only selfish act that caused them to cheat? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As we were talking I recalled a moment in my life where an ex-boyfriend was introduced to my social circle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had been spending a lot of time with close friends of mine. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first it was sort of strange to see this person on a regular basis but as time went on we had seen each other plenty and talked so much that I began to feel that old warm familiar feeling that one would feel toward a loved one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would great each other ever so kindly and talk like nothing had changed between us...like we hadn’t missed a beat (a bit cliché) and as I begun to wonder about rekindling an old romance and how great things would be, other feelings had started to surface. I began to recall a not so happy time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A time where this same person had broke my heart because they had decided to spend a night with another person, he had cheated on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although things were great now, I would always be haunted by this person’s betrayal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a feeling that I couldn’t shake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And even though it is said “the past is in the past” this awful awful act was something that had troubled me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They say that people break up for a reason, this was defiantly something that killed us, our innocent love... what was once so great was now ruined and let me tell you something, once it’s ruined you can’t get it back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re relationship is now in a new place, a place that should you decided to work it out and battle the insecurities, or battle with yourself to keep your head up, that same relationship will never be the same. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-23970753605032634582010-11-26T19:41:00.000-08:002010-11-26T19:41:33.032-08:00theres a first time for everything<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">First timer yoga anyone?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Okay it wasn’t exactly my first time, I mean I had attended one noon hour session with a colleague of mine last year when I was living in YK. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But this was my first time at tackling yoga in Fort Simpson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a first time for many people that choose to participate at last night’s session.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was great to see so many faces...including my mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mom was a little reserved when I told her about the 7pm yoga session for ladies, I was like “you should go, check it out you never know, you might like it” she nodded her head and said “it’s too late” than she said well it’s at 7? Yes Mom 7pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">To my surprise she showed up, this was awesome...maybe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we begin our FIRST TIME ever yoga session in Fort Simpson my mom who was right across from me would giggle and say such things like “oh my” “I can’t do that” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“holy” “my knees”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>after 20 or so minutes of hearing this, I than did the unforgivable, I shushed my mom. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hey its yoga okay, I’m there for peace and to relax my tired muscles. My mom on the other hand was having some difficulties, yoga is not easy, with all the “bend here move there” its breathing and movement in a way that in time becomes a beautiful almost natural movement of the body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to say she's a trooper for coming, although I’m not entirely sure she’ll be attending again. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">I love you mom!! </span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span>dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-85379828796349032152010-11-24T18:43:00.000-08:002010-11-26T19:23:05.685-08:00the long awaited update of the long ass drive to visit our lovely girlfriend<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When I say long ass drive, I mean it...we're talking 1500 kms in one direction, can you imagine that. Seriously who wants to drive 1500 kms to a city, well I did and so did C. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My trip started off at Great Slave Helicopters where I awaited for my helicopter taxi to shuttle me across the Liard River to be joined once again with my little piss-pot Nissan. For those of you who don't know about Fort Simpson, well it's a little island on the Liard and Mackenzie river, two times a year we are greeted by mother nature who takes it upon herself to start the freezing of the river (the other time is in spring when the river breaks)...this leaves all of us town folk isolated for little over a month or even two, hard to imagine hey. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As my helicopter taxi arrived a cute pilot came out to assist me with my already over following suitcase into the chopper (told ya' I have a hard time packing :) we arrived safely to the other side of the river, I gave the cute pilot a smile and was on my merry way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">First leg of my trip was to Hay River where I was meeting up with C. Our plan was to spend the night and head out the next morning bright and early, or should I say dark and early the sun doesn't rise in our neck of the woods until 10 am. Where was I *grin* C started off the drive but I knew my turn was coming quickly as I promised that I would do some driving and she would teach me how to drive a manual transmission... 30ish kms later we switched seats and I attempted to switch gears haha. I approached the drivers seat with confidence not really having a clue what the heck I was doing I figured that it was good for me to learn something new. So as we slowly got started and I shifted into 1st, 2nd, stallll, 3rd, stalll 4th and finally 5th</span><br />
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<div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As we slowly make our way back onto the highway...stalls and all I find that driving a standard isn’t so bad once you get going. It’s the slowing down and changing gears that really get me in a pickle oh and the traffic that to can add to the stress of a first time driver of a standard car. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My time at the drivers wheel didn’t last too long, C took over after High Level as the traffic picks up from there and it’s only a one lane. Since I hadn’t driven to Edmonton in years I felt that it was okay for her to take over, plus just learning how to drive a manual with heavy traffic, not gonna lie it was scary. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We arrived into Edmonton at roughly 8pm. It was a long drive but it gave us time to catch up on life and everyone else’s life, no this was not some big gossip session. It was more like so and so had a baby, did you know what’s her name when you lived in Simpson...that’s the type of conversations that were had on that long dwerry drive to Edmonton. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">FRIDAY....West Ed here we come</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">C and I spent the first hour of the morning getting ready me with my simple black leggings,hot pink lulu top and a pair of thigh high boots. I know what you’re thinking “lulu and thigh highs, really does that really work” YES it does, perhaps you think I'm crazy to wear a lululemon top with a pair of leggings toped off with some thigh high boots, but the top is actually a tunic style t-shirt so it works. I'm not a fashionista...at least I don't consider myself one, I just have this desire for clothing, shoes and accessories, does this impose the idea of a fashionista, well perhaps but like I said I don't consider myself one. I do like nice things, however I also favor big grey sweats with the old fadded hoodie..something that I wear almost everyday after 5pm of course. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Once we were ready and out the door our first stop was Canada Place, I had to renew my passport as Im heading on a lovely Griswald family vacation to Hawaii for christmas. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grrr massive line up at Canada Place, ridiculous. This was defiantly the place to be for destination travellers. I tell ya’ if I hadn’t had all my paper work prepared then I would have spent at least 3 hrs there. I waited in line for an hour, the whole time C was by my side as we chatted, watched a beautiful toddler hang on to his mommy’s leg and browsed facebook from our phones once n’while glancing at a digitised numerical screen for my number to pop-up. Finally when my number did come up I walked up to the wicket and handed over all my goods, old passport, new picture, paper work and visa. Four minutes later I’m sent on my way. So all that waiting for only four minutes, seriously...C lets go to the mall J</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">West Ed it has been years...well an entire year to be exact. West Edmonton Mall is a shopper’s paradise. It has everything, I mean everything. If you didn’t know then, than you know now <a href="http://www.victoriasecret.com/">Victorias Secret</a> has taken space in the mall, it was added in either July or august so for all you brazier baring babes add it to your list of stores to visit. It wasn’t on my list as I don’t bare a VS bra, don’t get me wrong I don’t have anything against their bras or anything, they are quite sexy, I’m just very happy with my bra of choice that isn’t from VS, plus I’ve had a lot of years browsing catalogues and internet shopping at Victoria’s Secret that it really wasn’t much of a secret to me..Haha however it was on the list to get some pretty lingerie for our dear bride-to- be. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> *insert my smile here* oh mall oh mall...i haven’t visited your stores in ages. I know where all my favourite stores are, and some not so favourites. Just a little advise from this seasoned shopper, always know what stores your targeting and preview everything online (is this crazy of me? I don’t think so especially when you’re timing is limited) I know often what you see online isn’t always available when you enter into a store. This is because although every mass store for example the <a href="http://www.gap.com/">GAP</a> are all pretty well the same, but each store has different buyers, so often times what you see in one store is exactly the same as another GAP store, sometimes one store carries something different than the other and it is simply because the store has different a buyer. Are you following me? So if the GAP in WEM carried a plaid shirt and the <a href="http://www.gap.com/">GAP</a> in Kingsway would more than likely carry the same one, however if they don’t and have never carried that cute little plaid shirt you were eyeing up on the internet or in another GAP store it just simply due to the fact that although both stores are the same, both stores have different buyers. Do you get what I’m sayin? </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As our day carried on it was time to catch a bite, it was a late lunch with a few other Simpson folk mixed in with a university student as well as a new resident of Edmonton. Lunch was great but we eventually went our separate ways C and I went to get our hair done and met up with the bride-to-be *big hugs* By 8pm our day slowly came to an end, not to mention sore feet from all that walking. We had spent hours and hours of shopping, browsing and chatting. We were all exhuasted and hungry. It was time for a little bite to eat and chatt some more. The thress of us gushed about the things we had bought and the cute store manager a few doors down. It was a day well spent and I didn’t leave the mall empty handed and my day of shopping had been a success. I found some absolutely wonderful things: a few hot dresses, some cute long sleeved sweaters, a few little tops, sexy booties and a ton of accessories. What more can a girl ask for?!...how about a nice glass of red wine. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">C and I had to rush back to the mall on Saturday morning to pick up our bridal gift. Sounds like an excuse to go back the mall right?! well it wasn’t. We were joined by the bride-to-be the day before so it was almost impossible to get her gift while she browsed the shops with us. Our first stop VS to get a sexy little number for bride and groom. Afterwards C and I spilt, I went to <a href="http://www.sephora.com/">Sephora</a> to pick up a little something by Philosophy for the bride. Philosophy has a wonderful line of products for brides to be, overall a great line for bath and body. Anyways as I was saying... </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">we ran outta the mall and quickly got sorted in the car on the way to Beaumont. Once we arrived in Beaumont we got to work assisting where assistance was needed, filling our mouths with tasty treats and putting out paper plates. The afternoon was quite splendid, a lot of ladies in attendance as well as some lovely wrapped gifts. It was an afternoon of laughter, happy tears and bridal games. Once we wrapped up there we than headed to the bride’s parents place for a lovely dinner and a showing of the gown. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That night (saturday night if you're feeling overwhemled by my mashed thoughts being thrown at you) both C and I drove back to the city to get our party shoes on. We were meeting up with the bride and company for a night of drinks and two-stepping at Cook County. Have you even been to Cook County?? It was my first and let me tell you it was something, especially with it being the Canadian Finals Rodeo (CFR) weekend, the place was crawling with cowboys if you really wanted to have your choice there were plenty for the picking. I had myself a few little chats with a few of them wrangler boys, but there was one in particular that stood out the most and he wasn't a wrangler bearing boy. His name was Jeff he was 39 and a racer of sorts. He raced cars, bikes a snowmobiles pretty cool huh, um no not really, did it make him seem that much hotter? not at all, I mean he was already physically attractive, but we didn’t really have much in common and the conversation was dry. Perhaps it was dry cause he had told me that he had a 17yr daughter and my response was “oh really, she’s gonna be in this bar next year” probably not the best thing to say while chatting with an attractive muscled racing man..Hahaha. Oh well. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The trip to Edmonton with C to visit the lovely bride-to-be was fantastic. It was so nice to get out and see two of my close girlfriends for a weekend of wine, chatter and shopping...most importantly to get together with my cherished girlfriends to share a special day with another in celebration of an upcoming wedding. </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span> </div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Did anyone check out the Black Friday deals? I have to admint there really wasn't anything too impressive to actually make me excited and want to buy something...Oh well christmas is just around the corner. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If you do decide to check out the internet and maybe treat yourself or someone else, check out </span><a href="http://www.esty.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0068cf; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">www.esty.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> a site full of many beautiful things. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now was that too much for one read???</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Have a good night </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">xo</span>dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-44703350952488463752010-11-08T20:31:00.000-08:002010-11-08T20:32:20.778-08:00Girlfriends!!!!We all have girlfriends, a person that we share all of our moments with, the ones who have been through heartache, betrayal and all of lifes changes...without our girlfriends life wouldn't be as complete, too much? <br />
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I'm going to meet up with my girl C I haven't seen her since July of 2009 yes it has been a long time, however I do know in my heart that our friendship is still as strong as it has been since the day we parted... this is how it went (just a simple explanation)... we were in need of change a few of us were off to school while others were off to explore a new city it was time to move forward so we packed up and parted ways not knowing what was to come just that we'd always be friends. <br />
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At one point we met up at the same mine site..I was sorting diamonds and she worked in the training department, it was a treat to see her for a week as we both lived in two diffrent cities, as time had passed and I moved on from that job and back to the 9-5 lifestyle, our regular meetings at camp would come to an end and we would'nt see each other for at least a year.... sad hey, it gets better :) on wednesday I will be heading out to meet up with C. we're going on a road trip which i'm sure will be memorable, she's going to teach me how to drive a manual transmission for the first time ever, poor girl, she don't know what she's in for, haha.<br />
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C and I are on our way to meet up with another group of wonderful ladies to celebrate our friend who will be married in Feburary. <br />
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Our girlfriends are pretty important to us, although we don't get to see them everyday we do know that they are always a phone call away, facebook, skype or just down the street. <br />
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Yes I have to admit this post is pretty cheesie...I was having some girlfriend like thoughts while out on a snowshoe with my pooch Johnny Berens. My mind wanders a ton when we're out. Another example: packing, what the heck am I gonna bring, not gonna lie my closet is pretty full..full of so many wonderful pieces that the decisions of what to pack is always a challenge.... this is something that I will be thinking about tonight and almost all day tomorrow :) you all have a wonderful night, PEACE!<br />
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ps. I know this blog is lacking photos...i will add some soon :)dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-16347504929251421372010-11-06T11:46:00.000-07:002010-11-06T11:59:53.648-07:00Marilyn Monroe the Artist...according to Vanity Fair or someone in the article<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>I was reading in Vanity Fair the other day about Marilyn, 'Marilyn's Secret Diaries' and I wonderdered this....</strong></span><br />
<div><blockquote><blockquote><strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">WOULD MARILYN STLL BE ALIVE TODAY IF SHE BLOGGED?</span></strong></blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Just a little thought that passed through my thousands of thoughts a moment...this one just stayed longer then the others.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>pppppessssss</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>for you fitness buffs with a bust I recomend the Ta Ta Tamer from lululemon...its a busty musty miracle.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>xo</strong></span></div>dehcho diva... no not reallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490321912197359712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746066615626110748.post-14824796750015880072010-11-05T21:25:00.000-07:002010-11-05T22:01:54.580-07:00I’ve pondered for the longest time about starting a blog, and although I came very close to it about a month ago I never got further than glancing at the policy agreement and Xing out of the page.<br />
So here I am today doing that very thing that I didn’t have the balls to do a month ago.<br />
My name is Alexa and I have a learning disability (dyslexic) Did I get your attention?! No I don’t want you to think or look at me differently nor is this blog about how I go about my daily life trying to figure things out...nope not this chicklet. This is about ME, so since the cat is outta the bag about me and how learning can sometimes be challenging, I shall say this just this one time.<br />
My brain processes things differently. Anything that goes into my brain takes time to absorb, I suppose you could say it absorbs at a slower pace. No this does not mean I’ am slow; I’m perfectly capable of learning it’s just the way in which information is lodged into my brain that can be challenging. Brain brain brian...BRAIN, Brian?<br />
This doesn’t necessarily mean that I have a hard time reading, nor does it mean that I get confused when looking at the alphabet (well sometimes I do) I’m just simply saying that I have a different way of learning, and that I see things differently. So I’m not the smartest book on the shelf, but I am smart in many other ways...this is what my mother tells me*grin. Some people do grow out of it, I haven’t fully.<br />
Now that I’ve told you so much about me in my first blog ever I might as well tell you why I felt the need to share such things with readers of whom I may have never met before... what I write you may not fully understand, you see I’m terrible with broken sentences and run-on sentences...grammar was never my strong point, in fact I hated grammar...It was hard for me to understand, kind like math I don’t like math cause that too was hard for me to process . There you have it, I’m now feeling pretty vulnerable at this moment sitting here all alone *sigh.<br />
Alright let’s get back to me and who I am... Alexa, I live in a small town in the Dehcho Region called Fort Simpson. I was raised here, and although I haven’t lived here my entire life I moved back home in December of 2009. Let me tell you being home has taken some adjustments don’t get wrong I wasn’t living in some big ass city I was living in Yellowknife a nice humble little city full of many eccentric fabulous people with many things to do. Soooooo moving back to Fort Simpson at the time was a decision made based on many things, some that exist to this day and others that no longer exist. At the time I didn’t expect any major changes but hey its life and you can’t predict what happens in life. In case you’re wondering I didn’t make any promises I couldn’t keep and I didn’t break anyone’s heart <br />
So here I am at living in a small town trying to make the best of it...some day’s are miserable and others are trying to hold my head up high and keep this smile from fading.<br />
Take it easy<br />
xo<br />
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