Saturday, November 1, 2014

The No Poo Method

One week with no shampoo and feeling good.
My loving and amazing friend whom always comes up with healthy, brilliant recipes/lifestyle changes/playdates/everything, texts me the other day saying "lets go no poo," I'm usually down for whatever so I was like "aight."
Ever since I had Luca, my hormones have been fu*ked, my skin is terrible, my hair is a ball of butter and my ass is ginormous <( that is a side note that i need to get taken care of)! I have also been more aware of the environment and all the harm we are doing to it as of late, I figure no poo is a great contribution to our beautiful Mother Earth.

Why go no poo?
Everything we put down our sink will someway somehow get back into our mouths, our children's mouths, or our animal's mouths. YUK.
The less plastic the better; we will be saying bye bye to plastic shampoo/conditioner bottles in our recycling bin, and starting a zero (almost) waste movement. Yippee

Cost effective- No need to explain

Beautiful luscious locks (without the help of chemicals)

The shampoo and conditioner on the market today (and always) strips the natural sebum of your hair. Some products out there are good, but super pricey. If we don't need it, why use it?

The only thing that I miss is that intense scrubbing of the skull lather that makes you feel clean.

So here's the lowdown.

alllllls you need is:
Baking Soda
Apple Cider Vinegar

Measure one to two tablespoons of baking soda and add to one cup of warm water. This is your shampoo. Wash and rinse.
Measure one to two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar and add to one cup of warm water. This is your conditioner. Wash and rinse.

When you get out of the shower/bath brush your hair asap, otherwise it will be tangly.
viola! Your hair is no longer itchy and dirty!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Last Year's Unposted-Post: Being a Solo Mama During the Holidays

This Halloween Luca woke up with the stomach bug (so not fair) so we laid pretty low. By night time the throwing up had subsided so we hit up a couple houses, all to find the flooding of emotions coming from mama Simba (me). Seeing all the kiddos and their dads trick or treating made me feel an overwhelming sinking feeling. Correct me if I am wrong but I feel like Halloween is kind of a dads thing. I dream one day of "dad" taking Luca trick or treating and me staying home drinking wine/eating popcorn dressed as a witch handing out candy to trick or treaters.

This will be Christmas number 3 as a solo mama. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Christmas, and all holidays in general. Christmas for me as a child was such a magical time. I think I "believed" until I was a teenager.
Luca will be four years old (OH MY GOD) in February, so things like holidays are starting to get more real and not just a day when she literally could care less what is happening. I no longer have to worry about her tearing the Christmas tree down one bulb at a time.
We spent Christmas as a family Luca's first year of life. Nothing sticks out as being special about it, besides the fact that we had a healthy bundle of joy who was an angel sent from the heavens.
I love it when December 1st roles around, lights go up, spirits are high, strangers exchange smiles more freely, tacky Christmas movies air on t.v., velvet party dresses come out on the shelves, and people are ready to party!!

Doing everything on my own poses as a challenge. I try my hardest to play mom and dad roles but the fact of the matter is I am a girl and I cannot do some dad things. I'm just not willing to use a power drill, and I really REALLY hate taking the garbage out!!
Being alone (without a mate) becomes more apparent during these next few months, loneliness is a total "thing" it exists and it is really hard. I continue to keep calm and carry on through raising my beauty.

Monday, October 27, 2014

A (250) Kind of Girl

I have a hard time letting go of my Solomama handle. In my heart and my head I think i will always be a Solomama. One of the scariest things I've ever done was cancel my Vancouver- 5029 number…

In my head I'm like….uuuuuuhhhh I just don't know if I am ready, this means I have for sure moved and can never go back. I could never live in Vancouver without my 5029 number! So now I am here to announce I am now a (250) kind of girl. I always wanted to be a 250 kind of girl. When I met Ben I hoped that one day I would be a (250) kind of girl.

What does this this in entail?

It means that I (we), Luca and I, said bye to our old life and moved to a town that has no cell phone service, to a place where you cut down your own Christmas tree, and the bar is the store- that used to be the post office. The city is so far away, and I couldn't be happier. I still love rocking my leather jacket and my red lipstick, although it seems silly next to studded jean pockets, affliction shirts, and cowboy boots. I promise my jeans will never be sparkly and studded, but I must say I love it. The adjustment period has been a little bit tough, its so quiet sometimes it freaks me out. Some people thrive in the big smoke, for me, I need solitude, I need it to be serene to find out exactly who I am again. The city is a good place to live if you solidly know who you are, or if you don't ever want to know who you are. Something was always screaming at me there, whether or not it was leather shoes, street tacos, a new knit sweater to add to the 68 new knit sweaters I already had. I needed a rest from it all, and this is the perfect place.


I won't to sit on my couch and brag to you all why he is so amazing, and why this is so perfect, that he runs me bubble baths, brings me flowers, tells me he loves me every five seconds, and that Luca calls him daddy, and we are going to Paris as a family next month, and I picture our wedding on a sandy beach in Thailand and soon there after I will be pregnant with our offspring, because none of that is the true. But what I can say is that, he has opened up his home, heart, and life to Luca and I, which to me is the most romantic thing in the world. The best way to sum Ben up is that he makes me feel like I'm home. It's that simple. I have nothing to prove with him, I don't need to throw a "meet Ben party" I don't need to group text all the dirty deets, and Insta 20 photos a day. I'm finally feeling an immense amount of solitude and clarity into who I want to be, and what I want in my life, the journey never ends to find it, but this is a GREAT start.

Let's hope one day I will except the fact I am a Not-So-Solo-Mama-On-the-Move anymore.

Moving day.

P.s. He totally runs me bubble baths.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

School. Work. Kid. Love.

I guess the proper order from most important to least would be- Kid. School. Love. Work.

Ugh. I choose to write because I am sitting at my computer and my insides are freaking out. Losing it. My heart is beating a million miles a minute for no apparent reason.
So I choose to write because my running shoes seem to have cement blocks stuck to the bottom of them, so this is the next best form of release.
Well hmmm where to start, I haven't written since May because, well, hmmm I guess my life has been somewhat boring, happy, and nothing to really write about. Also everyone that I want to write about reads my blog so... ugh I can't delve into dirty details.
I always know I am in a bad place when I want to start by saying I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE I AM RAISING A CHILD ON MY OWN. How in the world did this happen and why the fu%k is it still happening. I feel like I am no longer able to take on so much, I can't take on any one else's problems, what about my own problems??? I want to talk about me for a second.  I am feeling absolutely overwhelmed. I am just wondering how no one ever told me just how hard life can really get. How hard raising a child can really be. Actually I take that back. Raising Luca is honestly a piece of cake. Day to day business is completely natural to me. Being a mom is like second nature, I don't hesitate to say if that was my only job in life I would not be having a mental breakdown ever .25 seconds. For the life of me I cannot figure out how to find a balance. It's not that I can't find enough time in the day to do all the things on my list, because I am guilty of a (are you dead) couch nap on my break in the middle of a school day. When I feel overwhelmed I have this disease where I just throw everything down and say to myself eff this what is the point. I mine as well get take-out have a bath and fall asleep with Luca at 7:00 and forget the world is outside her bedroom door.
My ramblings haven't changed that is for damn sure.

Luca is honestly a angel sent from the heavens. K- don't get me wrong I realize most of all mothers speak this way about there children. But seriously!!!!!! On a daily basis people stop us on the street with some sort of amazing comment about her. UGH just an angel. Definitely the most easiest thing in my life. This girl is the absolute light of my life.
"Mom, I am going to see Santa and I am taking your car."

I tell you something- I never knew how hard and how stressful school was. I guess the reason for this is I never actually went to school. Literally. I passed high school with flying D's. So you can imagine how hard my schooling career is at this point. The amount of discipline it takes to study when I get home from a crazy day of school or work is absolutely insane. We walk in the door (99% of the time carrying 230480279272084092834 million things) Luca always walks in front of me to... SO SLOW. It's either in front of me or behind me, and if she is behind me she is tugging on an article of my clothing, making it slower for me to move in a timely manner. We need to move FAST Luca, I have to make dinner, give you a bath, read you a million books, scratch your back, rub your face, sing you "I love You You Love Me Were a Happy Family" at least 3 times then- finally when you fall asleep after telling me you have to go pee for the third time, or your thirsty, or your hot, cold, want different jammies. Now I must make our lunches for tomorrow. Oh yayyyyyyy finally I have 5 seconds to myself. Oh wait no, I have to pool data to explain why red blood cells hemolysis in a liquid that has low tonicity of Sodium Chloride. OH GOD KILL ME NOW.
Once again I haven't taken a breath the entire time i've been writing...
All that being said, I truly love what I am studying, my anxiety is just through the roof trying to get good grades and not being a robot mother at the same time.

I am leaving this blank till I have 7 weeks to update correctly.

I am working more this winter than I have before on my own with Luca while going to school. We will see how it goes, for now I enjoy being there. It takes my mind off of everyday tasks, and I get to do what I do best-make people happy.

I know this post may sound ridden with anxiety and negativity. I am fine it just feels so good to write it all down in one place.

*I can't edit this post I hope its not too painful

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Its a hard knock life

I watched "Eat Pray Love" last night, loved it. The part that mostly stood out to me was the 'Eat' part (shocking). One of the characters said to her something along the lines of..., "You must be American, I can tell; you Americans have no fun. You don't eat because you want to be skinny, all you do is work because you want money, but you never do anything fun with it because you're always stressed. Anytime you do eat spaghetti you are guilty for a week after the fact." This is horse shit, I absolutely do not want to live like this. I want to have children a plenty, a world of big family dinners, an abundance of wine and a revolving (in a good way) door of friends. I picture mine and Luca's life almost like in a commune (again, in a good way). I want to feel safe in that I don't always know were she is but I know she is playing with one of a handful of good friends in the neighbourhood. Do you think this exists anymore? Life without constant worry? I'm not really into moving to Italy to get it, but I will if I need to. Although, I, 100 percent, would eat and drink myself into a food induced coma.
I don't want to give in to the daily grind, the miserableness that is some peoples lives these days. I take public transit in the morning, it just reeks of unhappiness. No one makes eye contact, most smell of day old booze. Doing what they have to do to survive. Which in Vancouver is a hell of a lot. It's so easy to let the simple things that make us happy slip out of the forefront of our minds when we have the stress of the world constantly banging at our door.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Enough Already

I got scared into making my blog private for a few months, now I am feeling like it has been enough time, and I am ready to start writing again. I got "catfished" on POF and it scared the living hell out of me. I am not going to get into it but to sum it up; online dating is NOT for me, and basically neither is dating. So. Ya.
    How's life you may be wondering? Life in general is amazing, as always. Luca is a teenager, applying to university and our lives are going by WAY too fast for my liking. Things with r.a.w. are mellow. I literally could care less about him, so thats fabulous. I have been on a break from school, I start again next week so I am ready to take on a semester full of biology throughout the summer. My love life is not existent and I am 100% ok with it. All along I have been thinking I need someone to complete Luca and my life, and just recently I have realized that our life is complete. It really truly is, every part of our day is perfect. I think if I ever do meet anyone to join our family it will be a nice addition but definitely not a completion. It's not until the sun goes down and Luca is in bed does my brain start talking to me in horrible, lonely ways. Nothing a cup of tea, glass of wine, or a chat with a friend doesn't fix.
    I am so excited to live out my epiphany of not needing a lover at this point of my life, and focus on being a mommy and getting my education. Summertime and nights at the beach with Luca are on the forfront of my mind. I will get back into the groove of writing again too.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Our Weekend On The Sunshine Coast

A friend I met a few years ago at work invited Luca and I up to his summer house in Pender Harbour for a relaxing weekend. We left early Friday morning and returned just in time for work on Monday.
As far as getting out of the city it was relaxing, but mentally and spiritually it was exhausting! We talked the shit out of EVERYTHING. I love the kind of people that easily open their ears to your stories. Listening and talking seemed imperative for the weekend. I think the few people that went left feeling empowered from each others stories and advice. Good friends are worth holding on to. Tight.

Grace and Luca

Ben and Luca on the dock

Sierra, Bridget, Bailey, and Luca

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A banana after our hike up the mountain