Today our fair country turns 142. We are celebrating by sharing this video that was recorded in our hometown of London, Ontario. Enjoy!

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The time came and past a long while ago when I was due to update this blog. I’ve been slacking, majorly.  What can I say, I’ve been busy with lots on my mind and working hard.

So what better way to come back and win you over then a blog with photos! Because a photo represents a 1000 words and boy I’ve got lots of photos!

On the weekend Erica, Denis, Scott and I went to Toronto to see the Blue Jays play and to visit with Micaela and Kent! First up was the baseball game which sadly they lost. Boo!! But the highlight of the game was when we were on the jumbotron! For all of 5 seconds, too fast for me to take a photo.  I think they were spying on me taking photos of Micaela and wanted in on the action.

Next we met up with Kent’s sister and brother-in-law and checked out Woof-fest, a dog festival on the streets of downtown Toronto.  There were dogs EVERYWHERE, and dog products everywhere. From dog strollers (???) to dog carriers and toys, to dog photo shoots and paintings. You name it for your dog and they probably had it. Too bad I’m not that big of a dog fan.

After we were sick of dogs we went out for a nice pub style dinner on a patio and headed back to Mic and Kent’s apartment to get ready for our drive home. It was a nice day trip to Toronto.

Then on Sunday I had a very exciting first. My cousin ‘hired’ me to take photos of her and her friends! We went to beautiful St. Marys, had great weather and got some nice photos for them. Here’s a teaser for you Lara!

Tuesday again! And I’m very happy that it’s this Tuesday instead of last Tuesday. Last week I had a bad experience on the streets of Toronto and Kent’s wallet was mysteriously lost/stolen. Not a great week!

However, one Tuesday later also means one Tuesday closer to the wedding and stag and doe. I think I’m officially getting stressed out. I feel like I spend half of my days organizing stuff for them but never get anything accomplished. I think the stag and doe is more stressful for me right now just because I feel like it’s all on my shoulders… I feel like there are lots of people thinking about with the wedding and helping me out and doing things for it. Although it does scare me a bit that because it’s a tent wedding, there won’t be one person in charge on that day making sure things run smoothly. Does anyone have experience with day-of-coordinators?

But the stag and doe… I feel like if I did absolutely nothing up until that day (which obviously wouldn’t happen, but just for instance) then on that night (JUNE 27TH), there would be an empty hall with no alcohol, no helpers, and a crowd of angry people. So right now I just feel like I’m treading water trying to stop that crowd of angry people from happening. Re-reading that, it sounds kind of mean because I know there are a lot of people wanting to help out, but right now it’s just all of the logistics and the paperwork that only I (and Kent) can do, and most of the things don’t need to be done yet. It’s just feeling like there are so many things in the future that is the problem. They stress me out now even if they are not critical! I’m not doing a very good job of selling my stag and doe right now… I mean… come! It will be a great time! Even if I’m curled up in a ball in the corner!

AHH. End rant. Okay. So my wonderful sister and brand new brother in law helped us print off our invitations on the weekend. Kent’s sister is going to help me on Thursday with cutting them and addressing them all. Katelyn is making a map, my mom is making RSVPs, Denis is printing them, and Kent’s brother in law is making us a website with wedding information for guests. So invitations should be ready within a couple of weeks.  That means that… maybe… someday I will be able to breathe!

Coming Clean

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First off, I realize that I owe our readers some details about the wedding and the honeymoon. Of course, I could just fall back on the ol’ “what happens in Vegas…” line, but the stories I have to share are too cool to keep to myself! :)

But what I really need to do today is get something off my chest.

I’ve been keeping this quiet for the last few years because frankly, I’m embarrassed. I’ve avoided or bent the truth when discussing it with friends and family, and it’s finally caught right up with me. I’ve finally been backed into a corner by this and it’s set my life plans (our life plans – including home ownership and starting a family) back about a year. I let myself down and I let my husband down.

So what is it?

I’m not done school. I’ve told some people that I am, or that I’m thisclose! to being done. However, today I found out that I’m no longer even thisclose! to being done. My program requirements changed before I finished all of my coursework, and now I have to pick up three more courses to graduate with my B.A. in Film Studies.

I realize that in the grand scheme of things it’s not a huge deal. Many people who read this might say “so what?” or wonder why I’m getting so worked up about it. Well, in my mind the worst part about this whole situation is that it could have been avoided. I ignored the very good advice that was given to me by Denis and by my mother to see an academic counselor two years ago. I was hard headed and stubborn, thinking that I could figure it out by myself, and now I’m in a bind. I’m not going to be able to start the courses until September and it will take the full academic year to finish them. Do you want to know when I started university? 2001. That is forever ago. Jean Chretien was Prime Minister in 2001. Bill Clinton was president in 2001 (for a few weeks, at least). Bjork wore that ridiculous swan to the Oscars.  The first season of Survivor finished. I don’t think I need to remind you of what happened in September of 2001. I was at school that day.

OK, now I’m being overly dramatic. I know that I’m not the first and will certainly not be the last person to find themself in this situation. It just feels awkward – I’m the oldest, but there is the outside chance that I might be the last to graduate from university (Lauren, feel free to take a year off or fail a class or two, k? ;) ). I can console myself with the fact that I have no debt from school, largely because I worked and studied at the same time for a few years.

What I want to stick in to the end here as well is an I’m Sorry. I’m sorry to those that I misled, I’m sorry to my parents (mom especially), and I’m sorry to Denis. Den, you have been a wonderfully supportive boyfriend and fiance – I know you will be just as supportive as a husband.

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