My Challenge for 30 Days

After nearly two years of being quasi-homeless, I’ve finally secured an apartment and will be moving there in four days. I’m not rich by any stretch of the means. On the contrary, for the first time since 2003 I will be solely responsible for all of the bills. I’ll barely be breaking even, at the rate I am going right now. That means, something has to be cut from somewhere. But what? I need hydro. I need rent. I need my phone (due to the damn contract I’m on). But, I can “skimp” on food.

Ah yes. Food.

I’ve decided to follow this old plan of mine from 2001/2002 when I was able to lose almost 50 pounds and I did it (unintentionally) on less than $100 a month. However, that was ten years ago and with inflation and other insane increases in food prices, gas prices and taxes, I wonder if I can do it.

However, I’m up for a REAL challenge.

I want to see if I can do it for approximately $2.67 a day. That means, in a thirty-day period, I will spend approximately $80.  I’ll document everything that I can.

The one caveat will be initially, I will need to do a ‘basics’ food run which will include some condiments (ie, butter, mayo, things that will last months). But, everything else – the actual “foods” purchased such as grains, dairy, meats, veggies, fruits, etc. — will be included in the $80.

Wish me luck! I’ll update and let y’all know how it goes!

Living life to the fullest

Being away from home the past eight months, I often keep up-to-date on the news of ‘home’ through online newspapers from my community. Tonight I happened to check out the obituaries section and saw at least three people that I know of that I knew personally or who were well-known in the community. One of them was a doctor who passed away at the age of 61 and just last year, he decided to retire and set sail around the world. Unfortunately just before he was to leave, he became ill and passed away last week.

I applaud him for retiring when he felt it was time to retire and applaud him even more, for being willing to follow his dream and sail the world. My friend at the moment, is doing this exact thing!! I only wished that the doctor had a chance to live more of his dream but from what I’ve heard, he lived an active life.

Let this be a reminder to all of us that … yes… there is life after ‘retirement’ and that we all work hard to get to that point, where we can  retire. But, please don’t forget to live life in the meantime! Try to live each day to the fullest. Waste not a single day… and life a life of no regrets!

Jar of Hearts

When I purchased my vehicle late last year, I was given a free year of satellite radio and during my last ride home, listened to the Top 20 station. I’m not normally one to listen to ‘trendyish’ music because I’m an old-soul stuck in the 60s/70s. However, two songs recently have tugged at me. The first is Pink’s Fuckin’ Perfect and the second was Christina Perri’s Jar of Hearts. The first time I heard Jar of Hearts, I literally was speechless. I listened to the words intently and almost felt that the song was written for me… Continue reading Jar of Hearts

“Sex was in the air”… essentially, you asked to be raped.

A Winnipeg judge set a dangerous precedent in the Canadian legal system (despite asking it not become one) when sentencing rapist Kenneth Rhodes to a conditional sentence (essentially ‘time served’, leaving him free within the community) when the Crown had asked for a three-year prison sentence.

“Sex was in the air,” stated Queen’s Bench Justice Robert Dewar, adding that the victim wore ‘suggestive attire’ including  ’a tube top with no bra, high heels and plenty of makeup.’

Wow. Really? That’s asking to be raped?!

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You scream, I scream, We all scream for … Breastmilk Ice-cream?

What will they think of next? A shop in London, England has decided that it would be really, really cool to be inventive (or perhaps — arguably —  resourceful?)  to make breast-milk ice-cream. The specialty ice-cream parlour named the delicacy Baby Gaga and if you are anything like me (and let’s assume you are), you may wonder, “What the hell?!?”

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