The Adventures of Mrs.Movie Snob

These are the days of our lives, friends. Although, if it wasn't for my Iphone and Outlook calendar I might not know which day. It's been easier to keep track of the season because the snow has melted and it's actually warm. The forecast, though, says we're about to get our obligatory April, "F*** Y**, I'm not gone!" , post-Winter cold snap. After that, I'm pretty sure I'll have no idea where I even am. At least I'll be able to pretend the reason I'm not going anywhere is because it's too nippy out. If it snows, I can even blame the bad roads for my hermit lifestyle. So there's that. That'll be fun. That'll give me about 8 minutes of entertainment for my long weekend. Now, there's a term that's lost a little of its luster; weekend. That beautiful, well earned, two day break after the work week. I can relax in my soft clothes! I can drink a little too much wine! I can spend time with my family and watch some Netfl...

I’ve become the very thing I used to mock. If 5-years-ago-me   heard some of the things coming out of Today-me’s mouth regularly, I’d scoff, “Suck it up!” and take another bite of my extra-cheese pizza and gulp a drink of beer. But, oh how times have changed. I’ve been reduced to 3 questions: “Do you have gluten-free options?” “Can I get lactose-free milk?” “Is it possible to leave off the sesame seeds?” A little background: I’ve basically been in some sort of pain for about the last year or so. I got used to taking daily Ibuprofen’s, sometimes Naproxen. Some days Ibuprofen and Aspirin. And still some days both with a heating pad. That’s just how it was going to be now. I’m in my 40’s and (according to one useless Doctor’s analysis and dismissal) and I should just learn to cope as I begin my decade-long slide into menopause. Yeah, thanks. My discomfort sent me to the emergency room 3 times. Blood work showed nothing and I was beginning to lose hope. Then, af...

Once upon a time, in the magical land of my youth, a decade seemed like a long time. Seriously. Stop for a moment and think about the time that slowly passed between 10 years old and 20 years old; 17 years old and 27 years old. Somewhere around 30, however, the passage of time seemed to change. It did for me, anyway. Time, which was once measure only for  me , now passed in " years married " and " Isabel's Birthday's ." And in these precious increments - time flies. How often I've found myself muttering (I mutter now), "How is it already ?" or  "That seems like yesterday." Or my latest declaration, " We've been in Canada for 10 years." Now, before I move on, let's process that last one... I've been in Canada for 10 years. (*silently contemplating*) 10 years in Canada. (*shivering*) 10 YEARS. (*apologizes Canadianly*) As if moving from the southern US to the frosty North wasn't life-chang...