West End Girl

Disclaimer: I'm (obviously?) not a trained medical professional, so don't take my advice at face value, do your own research, etc. and see a real doctor if you think you are sick before self-treating! Also, for what it's worth, I bought this book with my own money and was not paid in any way to write this post.

I found this book - "Are You Tired and Wired?" by Nurse Practitioner Marcelle Pick in a bookstore last winter, and little did I know how much it was going to mean to me. I'd been diagnosed with adrenal fatigue, so when I saw it I thought it might help me understand further what it is and how it works, and...

Bruno woke me out of a deep sleep last night around 1:30am saying, "Ariane... Ariane... What is that? What's that sound??" In my semi conscious state I started listening... to the sound of someone pacing back and forth upstairs! What?? What is going on?? We sat in bed frozen, listening... 

But something wasn't quite right - the pacing was really only along the very front edge of the room... and then I heard the familiar sound of nails. Like a dog skidding on linoleum. And then jumping and skidding some more. Quickly it made sense that this pacing was not happening inside the room upstairs but along the balcony that sits right along the edge of it, right above our bedroom. And that the pacer was likely not human. 

Of course, we were still pretty on edge, not being 100%...

Oh, green bike. How I love you. But it's just not working for me, and honestly we just don't have space for an extra (but pretty) bike. We're gonna have to go our separate ways...

I bought this bike 5 years ago, after moving to the West End, to ride around the neighbourhood and the sea wall. And it was a great bike for that! But having chronic pain and fatigue issues, even with lots of gears, hills are not my friend, and in all honesty the bike is about 2 inches too big for me (it probably shouldn't have been sold to me in the first place but I...

I wrote this post a week ago, but I didn't post it. I knew deep down that it wasn't quite sitting right. And my gut was right, since I pretty much had to rewrite half of it before posting it today.

Back in September, I wrote about my plan for the fall. I was pretty jazzed about it. Yes, jazzed. But I never really told you about what happened, did I...

Emily Carr - going to art school! NOT.

Well, my little foray into "art school" didn't go exactly as planned. The textile design class - the one I was most looking forward to - was canceled last minute. The drawing class (the other early fall class) was intolerable. The painting class later in the fall was to be taught by the same instructor. I dropped both. I decided to drop...