Showing posts with label Blogtember. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogtember. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Blogtember 7/20: Get Your Shop On

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

Share links to your favourite online shops, preferably with a few photos of your favourite items in each shop.


An excuse to window shop, yay!!



I totally love everything ModCloth. I mean, who doesn't?! Check out the sale section for some awesome deals! Also! Enter their Party Dress Pinning Party on Pinterest! Enter by 9/12 to win one of two $250 ModCloth gift certificates. How do you enter? Find out more on the ModCloth blog: blog.modcloth.com/2013/09/05/party-dress-pinning-party/


Nasty Gal is awesome for cute indie clothes that are a little out of the ordinary and a little more wild than I normally wear! I love their strange style!



Ruche is full of really feminine and adorable pieces. They're so sweet and romantic, almost like a fairy tale!

Where do you like to shop?

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Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Blogtember 6/20: I Am Not Weak.

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

Describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn.


I'm more than a little apprehensive about posting this, in fact I'm not sure if I should or not. This is my space, and a place where I'm allowed to just lay my cards on the table.


If you remember from this post I wrote "I remember being unhappy and more alone than ever... I remember an explosion of tempers, a broken door frame, and a broken heart (not mine). I remember being terrified. I remember things starting to get better. I remember starting to break out of the shell I had built for myself so long ago, and brushing off so many insecurities."

When I finished college and moved away for the second time, I was in a long distance relationship and unhappy. I knew we had different goals and ideals and wanted different things for the rest of our lives. I knew that no matter how happy we could make eachother in the present, there were things neither of us were willing to compromise on in the future. I knew I had to get out. In some ways, that's why I moved across the country, to give myself an out. While I was there I met someone. Someone much older than me, who also seemed like an out. 

See, back then, I was weak. I had no strength to end my relationship, and I had no strength to resist the advances of a new one. I broke it off with my then boyfriend, but started up with this new guy. He was overbearing and jealous, he had a short temper and above all he occasionally scared me. For about 2 months I pretended to be happy. I went through the motions of being a girlfriend because I couldn't stand on my own. And then I started looking for another out. I was looking for something to be the final straw, to make me the enemy I thought I was. I cheated.

I told him, and he forgave me, exactly the opposite of what I wanted to happen. I broke it off and he was violent and aggressive, always making threats. I was still weak, but I saw no future with him, no happiness, not even any attraction. All I saw was a reflection of my failures. 

One day in the middle of winter I came down with strep throat. I was in bed sick for a week, unable to eat solids or go to work or even stand on my own. I was mentally and physically weak. I was in the most broken down depressed and unhappy place of my life. And he tried to help. He would bring me soup and worked my shifts for me, which I appreciated. And then one day he snapped.

I'm not entirely sure what happened, but he claimed he was sick. He said he was dying, but didn't have money to go to the doctor (it was about a $30 taxi ride). I was still recovering but tried to help because he had helped me. I asked my friend to drive him to the doctor, and although she was working she came to talk to him and offered him a ride in an hour or two. He shouted profanities, insisted he was going to die, started punching walls, and yet still refused an ambulance to be called. He was a grown man having a temper tantrum. I felt sorry for him. 

The next day, after he had finally gone to the doctor he came back (with a clean bill of health I might add) and was still rude to the entire staff who the day before had tried to help him. I apologized to the girl he had spoken down to, because I had gone to get her, and then decided that I should speak to him. I asked him calmly why he had behaved so ridiculously the day before and he started going off at me. He called me a "stupid spoiled immature slut cunt whore bitch etc." He made me feel small. He made me feel weak and helpless, until I remembered I wasn't. 

I told him he was the one being immature and that he was obligated to appologize  to everyone he had hurt. I raised my voice, I was growing angrier and angrier by the second. I told him he needed to grow up, and that I was done dealing with him. I went to my room, and locked the door. 

Moments later, I heard a knock at the door and then the door knob try and turn. He was coming to apologize, I think. It didn't get to that part, because next thing I knew he had broken down my door and was standing over me with his fist raised. He looked at me for a second, before realizing what he had just done. I ran past him and out of the room. I ran across the property where the other staff were living. I ran in my bare feet in the snow. I didn't cry. I walked into the house and no one was there. I stood there, shaking, wearing just a tshirt and a pair of shorts. I knew that things had gone to far. 

It was in that moment, I realized that I had far too much respect for myself to let me be treated like that. I knew that I wasn't going to let someone else, anyone else run my life. I knew that even though I had been a bad person I could grow from that and become a better person. I knew that I didn't need a man to rely on, or any kind of "out." And I certainly know I did not ever want to put myself in a position to be physically hurt again. I am not a punching bag. 


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Monday, 9 September 2013

Blogtember 5/20: Hi, I'm ENFP!

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

Take this short personality test and respond to your results. (at the end, find the detailed profile of your personality account - click "click to view" under "You" and "self awareness and personal growth." You can even google your type and find more info on it!)




I've never recycled a post before, but I actually took this test a couple of months ago! I decided to take the test again, just for kicks and (drum roll please...) I got the same results! Pretty cool! So here's my original analysis of my results!




When I was in high school I took a class that covered sociology, anthropology, and psychology. It was probably one of my favourite classes in all of high school, I even considered going to school for criminal psychology for a while. That was my chosen career path if I hadn't have become a chef!

That class was the first time I heard of the Myers-Briggs Type Theory Indicator Test. The easiest way to describe this test is that it measures the psychological differences between decision making and perception in different people. Everyone experiences moments in life differently, and this test asks a series of questions (i.e. rational vs logical) with four possible answers for each, selecting the position where you feel you best fit between the words. (If you would like to learn more about the Myer-Briggs Type Theory Indicator Test click here!)

After you have completed the questions, there are 16 possible combinations of extroverted, introverted, intuitive, sensing, feeling, thinking, perceiving, and judging. Here are my results:



ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.
Free Jung Word Choice Test (similar to MBTI)


Once you find out your type, you can click through to a list of personality traits and potential jobs. Here are a few that jumped out at me and how I felt they fit!

Outgoing: I'm always the first one to say hi in social settings, my friend even make fun of me for it. My trademark line is "Hi, I'm Becky!"
Easily talked into doing silly things: I'm pretty much always game for anything. Some of my fondest memories are someone talking about something crazy and me saying let's do it!!
Wild and crazy: You should see me party! 
Physically affectionate: I'm such a hugger, and a cuddler. I love physical affection!
Likely to have or want a tattoo: Four going on five!
Prone to losing things: And breaking things... There's a curse on me I swear!
Seductive: Seductive Mania after all! (nudge nudge, wink wink)
Easily distracted: You seriously have no idea how many times I start a project and then get distracted and walk away and do something else and completely forget what I was doing. Ooops.

I thought the test was pretty accurate, and it's kinda cool to know I'm in 8.1% of the total population (in terms of my "type").

Try taking the test here! What personality type do you think you'll be? What type are you!?



Friday, 6 September 2013

Blogtember 4/20: My Date With Mr. Huntsman

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

A story about a time you were very afraid.



There are so many possible directions on this one, I think I'll keep it light though! 



Yesterday I took some dirty plates from the night before upstairs to wash them. I was rinsing the first plate, and glanced down at the second plate AND SAW A GIANT SPIDER SITTING IN THE LETTUCE.

I totally freaked out, dropped the plate and jumped back.

I'm not entirely terrified of spiders but this particular one snuck up on me. And it was about the size of a watermelon. Just kidding... but it was definitely the size of a smushed McD's cheeseburger (sorry, that's the only thing I can think of!)


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Turns out it was a huntsman ^^ the most common spider (besides daddy long legs) that you'll find in Australia. And it can't kill you, thank you very much Mr. Huntsman. 


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Thursday, 5 September 2013

Blogtember 3/20: Just Do It!

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

Pass on some useful advice or information you learned and always remembered.




On my 21st birthday I asked the "grown ups" at the table if they had any advice for me, words of wisdom to pass on to a younger generation. The biggest piece of advice I received was to just do it. As cliche and oh so sports related that is, it has probably been my biggest inspiration throughout my life.


I have some sort of social anxiety. I don't get anxiety attacks, and I'm mostly outgoing in social situations. It's the getting there that's the issue. Some of the best nights of my life I have contemplated calling and bailing. I'm scared of the unknown, it scares me to put myself into uncomfortable situations. (Then why did you move across the world, Bec... duh doii)


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I have the weird kind of stay at home anxiety. Which is why I just have to do it. I just have to buy a ticket to Australia and go. I have to make snap decisions, instead of thinking. I have to jump out of the plane, instead of watching from the ground. I know that to make my life the life I want to live, I need to just do it

Just do whatever your heart desires. Do it now, do it soon. Plan it, organize it, but above all else make sure you do it, before it's too late!!

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Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Blogtember 2/20: Give me the Money!

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do? 






Oh my gosh this question is hard! My life right now is so crazy incredible, and I'm pretty much living the dream, so I'm just going to switch the question to if I could have 3 months of unlimited fund$$$. 




I would love it if I had the money to buy myself an amazing campervan, I'd love to restore one to make it perfectly... me! I'd make it flowery and fun, maybe it could just be for me. Trent can drive the Kombi!

I'm pretty sure by now you all know about my Kombi obsession, so obviously I'd pick one of those up for my journeys too!



With my multiple excellent modes of transportation in tow I guess I'd just love to see some of the sites in Australia that I haven't been to! (aka all of it!)




I'm so lucky to be living in exactly the place I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do. I'm so grateful for everything I'm able to do with my life!

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Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Blogtember 1/20: What I Remember...

All of September I'm participating in "Blogtember" with Jenni from Story of My Life. The goal is to get back to blogging not to have "the coolest posts" but to share your story with the world. There will be a different prompt every day of the week - weekends are off! Today's prompt is:

Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.






Asking me where I'm from is a tough question. I can't answer with a place, or really a certain set of people (besides my immediate family). Growing up, I was constantly moving. 



Me and my Grandpa, I miss you.

I was born in Kitchener, Ontario (Canada). I lived there for the first 8 years of my life, which unfortunately are all pretty foggy. I know that I loved to sit on my neighbours rock in front of their house and would chat away to no one in particular for hours at a time. I remember having an awesome swimming pool with two different slides and a diving board, and that one time at my clown themed birthday party Alexander Buckingham pretended he could swim in the deep end and my dad had to save him. I remember my mom bringing home my new baby brother, who I couldn't play with because he came out backwards and was broken. I remember Easters, Christmases, Sunday dinners at Grandma's and birthdays. I remember my new baby sister who I "liked better" because I was allowed to hold her. I remember my awesome tree house that had a secret trap door, and that my dziadzia came and wired it so I could have a light in there. I remember wanting to live in that room forever. I also remember my first friend, Danielle. I remember sleepovers at her house and the magic barbie doll that actually blinked if you didn't look at it for long enough. I remember jumping up and down because I was excited I could stay for dinner and hitting my chin on the counter, resulting in chin tape and small scar I still have today. I remember the hot summer day we left, driving away in the mini van, not speaking to my parents for tearing me away from the place I grew up.


Top: Caitlyn and David aka love of my life Bottom: Emily and me. This was right after our grade 8 graduation!


When I was 8 we moved to Worcester, Massachusetts (USA). The first couple of years there are still slightly foggy, although there are a few distinct memories. I remember living in two different hotels. I remember watching my dad walk across the bridge in Cambridge, where we lived at the Double Tree. I remember living at the Embassy Suites and coming home from school with head lice. I remember packing my lunch from the continental breakfast and I remember my sister getting her hand stuck in the VCR. I remember the kind older waitresses who turned into grandmothers who gave us beanie babies when we moved out. I remember the funny accents and people calling water fountains bubblers. I remember being embarrassed because I was foreign.. different. I remember painting my bedroom with clouds on the walls, and I remember my first day of middle school. I remember talking about boys and painting my fingernails with my best friend Emily. I remember going to six flags and being grown up to go to the movies or to the mall all by ourselves. I remember shopping for anything pink and shiny and family dinners every night. I remember my first kiss with the boy "I was going to spend the rest of my life with." I remember the anger and hate towards my parents for making me leave everything I loved.. again.



L to R: Baking cookies, BFF Photoshoot, Grade 9 Orientation, Spirit Day

When I was 14 we moved to Guelph, Ontario (Canada).  I was headed into my first year of high school, at a new school where I knew no one. I had been on top of the world in my last school. I remember feeling anxious and terrified. I remember walking in and not knowing anyone. I remember eating my lunch in the bathroom alone because I was too scared to eat with anyone else. I remember trying out for cheerleading and being told I wasn't peppy enough. I remember making my first friends a couple months into school and racing home to tell my mom. 
L to R: Grade 9 Semi formal, the ex boy and I, Cassy and I at prom

I remember learning and developing and changing. I remember fighting with my parents (sorry mom + dad!) and trying to grow up too fast. I remember my first job, at Dairy Queen. I remember my first boyfriend, and my second. I remember falling in love, and giving him everything. I remember having my heart broken. I remember not having a date to prom, and my best friend and true knight-ess in shining armour coming to my rescue. I remember packing up all of my stuff, and being so excited to leave.



L to R: My alter ego Rebaybay, me and Chelsea as big boss chefs, Me and Daniela at a conference.

When I was 18 I moved out to Niagara On The Lake, Ontario (Canada). It was my first year of college and I was determined to make it a fresh start. I wanted to be a "cool kid." I made it my goal to say to everyone I met, "Hi, I'm Becky." It worked... kinda. I remember signing my first lease and meeting my first roommate (Zana!), and then the other two. I remember meeting my neighbours who then became my new best friends. I remember my first beer bong, my first game of beer pong, my first tequila shot (barely). I remember wanting to change so badly. I remember being in debt but not caring. I remember amazing classes, and then the ones I skipped. 



L to R: Zana, Carly, Me at Halloween. Our first party and "the sexmill". 2 Girls 10 Cups at our first beer pong tournament. Go team lingerie picture.

I remember house parties, girl nights, hangover Chinese buffets, secret santas and reindeer hunting. I remember making up words, making new friends, losing friends, making new ones. I remember hundreds of new facebook friends, contacts with names like "grey shirt guy" and having dibs on that cute guy in the burgundy shirt. I remember being fun, slutty, happy. I remember a falling out. I remember being scared and feeling alone. I remember meeting Joe. I remember falling in love, feeling elated and ecstatic  I remember being more conservative, yet so happy. 


L to R: My first glimpse of the mountains. Sad in the airport. Flying above the clouds. 

Right before my 19th birthday I moved across the country to Lake Louise, Alberta. We were required to do a 5 month co-op period for our culinary management co-op diploma. I left my boyfriend, my regular life, and all internet and cell phone service behind and packed my bags for what can only be described as the summer from hell, or the best decision I have ever made. I remember being in a long distance relationship with no technology to connect us. I remember spending hours in my room or watching tv and ignoring the beautiful mountains. I remember never feeling good enough, and always working breakfast (aka the shit shift). I remember working 16 hour days for $90. I remember getting yelled at, getting pushed around, and getting better. I remember crying myself to sleep. I remember counting down the days until I went back home, and I remember the day I left for the airport. 



Some school things and Joe and I before I left for Alberta.

When I was 19 I moved back to Niagara On The Lake, Onatrio to complete my second year of school. I remember hating my new roommates. I remember feeling more alone than ever. I remember feeling isolated from my friends and reaching out for new ones. I remember living with my boyfriend and never quite feeling right about it. I remember pulling away. I remember skipping classes. I remember random nights out with my friends. I remember the feeling of it all slipping away and there was nothing I could do to get it back. I remember getting 2 jobs, working hard, trying to make myself feel stable and happy. I remember getting that phone call, and agreeing to leave.



Top: Last night out with the Baker Creek Crew, Night out with old friends and new, big drink with Chelsea. 
Bottom: Smiles in the ski lift, ice skating on Lake Louise, photoshoot in the kitchen.

Right before my 20th birthday I moved back across the country to Lake Louise, Alberta. I went back to the same place for the same person. I was working for slightly more money, but still zero respect. I remember my relationship ending. I remember a new one accidentally forming. I remember being unhappy and more alone than ever. I remember my best friends moving across country. I started to remember all of the amazing things that college had been. I remember an explosion of tempers, a broken door frame, and a broken heart (not mine). I remember being terrified. I remember things starting to get better. I remember starting to break out of the shell I had built for myself so long ago, and brushing off so many insecurities. I remember seeing friends fall in love, become better, be happier. I remember making new great friends, and branching out in my career. I remember learning more in 4 months than I learned in school. I remember snowboarding in the Rocky Mountains, and conquering my fears. I remember my heart being stolen, if only for a second. I remember making the decision to leave. 


Top: Zana and I before the Coffs Cup, Trent and I at sunset
Middle: Skydiving! Smiles at our bonfire. 3pm foot photos.
Bottom: Pictures at Nambucca Heads, Our first photo in Australia, My Kombi obsession at Splendour in the Grass

In February 2013, I moved across the world to Australia. I have since explored Coffs Harbour. I have met some incredible people and have made my mark on this place. I have worked in a kitchen completely different to anything I had worked in before. I have probably over indulged  but I have had fun. I have let this country have a part of my heart. I have met someone who I truly feel makes me a better person and supports me in every endeavour. I have seen whales jumping out of the water at sunset and jumped out of a plane.

Someone once said to me, the only thing constant is change. I have changed location, changed plans, changed my mind. I have changed perspectives and opinions. But I am happy. 



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