Opinion

I’ve been a chubby girl for some time now. I’ve absolutely got some junk in my trunk, some jiggle in my wiggle. For the most part I thought I was okay with my size.

The last week of July had to be one of the most exciting weeks for the Toronto Blue Jays in years, or at least for this Jays fan.

I am not skilled working with my hands. I am incredibly envious of those who are. I try to pick up pieces of knowledge here and there when I see people working with tools, but it’s in one ear and out the other.

I got up this morning at 5:45 a.m. and even in my half-asleep state, I noticed it’s a lot less bright out at that time than it was a couple of weeks ago.

That saying? The one, “Eventually we all turn into our mothers?” Yeah - turns out it’s true. At least partially. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed my mother coming out of my mouth more and more often.

There’s no ifs, ands or buts about it – I’m a bona fide sports nut.

I’m really hoping my mother is not reading this column, because I’m sure she doesn’t want me to get one, but I want to get a tattoo and have wanted to for quite some time.

When I made the trip from Saskatchewan to Alberta for school, I left most of my childhood possessions behind. I was, from a young age, a hoarder. “But Mom, you can’t throw that out!” I’d protest.

I admit I have a love/hate relationship with the Calgary Stampede. I grew up in Calgary and I have very fond memories of going to the parade every year and to the grounds as a child.

This year is shaping up to be the hottest on record in more than a century. For some, the heat is the best part of summer. Sitting by a pool or enjoying a late meal in the backyard with friends makes the season more enjoyable.