#I love my life

You know it was a good weekend when you come out with quotes like these:

"Skinny doesn't always mean healthy. Obese never means healthy, but lucky for you, you're not either!"

"Grab the metaphorical bull by the horns, and grab the mechanical bull by the rope."

"I refuse to eat tiramisu until your mom makes me some."

"Why is that guy's light flashing?"

"Because he wants to change lanes...."

"I don't think I'm ready to drive."

"You can literally overcomplicate boiling water!"

"I only know two things for sure: 1 - Denny's is the cure to all of life's problems and 2 - never trust a girl with a nipple ring."

"The Lions winning the Grey Cup is like Ben getting herpes. We all know it's going to happen so nobody really cares when it does."

"For American Thanksgiving I'm thankful I'm not American."

"Skinny blonde bitches....the worst kind of bitches."

"I like your moustache. And when I said 'like' I really meant 'am grossed out by'."

"I'mma bust outta this hospital and wreck a ho...or take a nap. Busting out seems like a lot of work."

"I love when flexidave teaches us useful things like how to properly ride a bull."

"I love to love Dong Lover's dong."

"I just wanna cuddle your face off, then put it back on cause I love it so much!"

"Stop looking at my elbows. Pervert."

"I officially have $3.14 to last me until payday."

"Know what you should buy with it? Pi."

"Sometimes I just grab my pecks and wish they were boobs."

Dear all of my friends,

Please don't ever leave me. And thank you for making it so easy to be the happy, bubbly person I am!

Love, Rye. xo

#You Can Put It In My Video

Today someone called me a 'sexy beast'.

And it completely took me by surprise. I haven't been called that since...high school.

'Sexy Beast.'

It doesn't sound very pleasant to me.

And it's definitely not when I think of when I think of me.

When I think of 'sexy' I think of:

- long hair

- lingerie

- dancing

- rockin' bod

- petite

When I think of 'beast' I think of:

- hairy

- fangs

- claws

- angry

- huge

There are a couple contradicting items on my lists. Hm.

Let's see how I do on this list of beastliness

- hairy - I am for an asian!

- fangs - not too out of control.

- claws - kind of. Enough to be a safety hazard I guess.

- angry - rarely. 

- huge - that's a matter of perspective.

Okay - so I didn't do too bad on the beast side let's look at the sexy side!

- long hair - check. 

- lingerie - I wear underpants. Their rank of sexiness is yet to be determined.

- dancing - hip hop abs. check.

- rockin' bod - it's hiding under there somewhere..

- petite - this, again, is a matter of perspective. But I'm asian sooo...

Alright, so maybe not so much of the sexy over here.

Here is my defence - winter is coming and hair/fat keep you warm. I don't want it to go away until the spring. Then we'll work on my beast-y half.

Final verdict on the accuracy of the title: 65%

#The Upside of Being Down

Every cloud has a silver lining......or something like that.

I'm not good with all those fancy pretty dressed up quotey things.

Idioms. Or cliché's. 

But your life seriously is a trillion and one times better when you look at the bright side.

Here! I'll show you!

Hour and a half commute to school today

- got to listen to the new Childish Gambino CD 1.5 times. 

                     - crush on Donald Glover was exponentially heightened from                                   engaging in this activity.

- drank tropical fruity tea from Hawaii that reminded me of warmer days.

- was blowing the heater in my car on my face pretending it was a warm wind, and I was laying on the beach with a Mai Tai in my hand.

There are a million trillion projects due for school in the next 3 weeks

- I get to colour code A LOT of things

- I get to go Christmas shopping on my study breaks.

- Christmas break is exactly 18 sleeps away.

- Next semester consists of cuddling babies and taking care of children.

-20 degree high for today

- Hot dates are prefect for cold days!

- high of +9 by next Tuesday.

- Cold makes me appreciate the warm more.

- I absolutely do not need to worry about my bikini body right now.

Seeeeee!!! Everything is so much better when you look at the bright side!

So smile today! Cause someone, somewhere loves you.

#It's like the sister wife version of 'Night at the Roxbury'

The weirdest thing happened tonight.

I was at an open mic night with my sister wife, my FBF, my Garden of Eden, and........the prettiest hippy in all the land [tag to come] when this guy comes around the corner with his computer.

I've been to a few open mic nights in my time, and never have I ever seen someone pull out their mac before. (I wonder what his computer's name is..)

Because this was a DJ. At our open mic night. DJing. Kinda.

He defs just played some of his mixes that he had been working on....and walked off the stage while they were playing (I mean seriously?! At least fake it like you're doing it on the spot!!)

ANYWHAYYYYY!

What do you think I did??

Shimmey'ed obviously. And rolled the dice. Pulled out my special ed. dance moves. And then it happened.

Right there. I did it in broad daylight. 

With my sister wife joining in.

It. Happened.

We did hip hop abs.

We tilted. We tucked. We tightened.

We made Shaun T. proud.

Yep. That is my life.

Stay Tuned - Saturday night is the sequel to our hip hop abs adventure.

PS that is exactly what we look like when we do hip hop abs. You should be ultra super jealous.

Fingers and Toes

You have to hold on.

Please don't let go. 

Hold on.

Just hold on.

Please

Please

Please

Hold on with everything you have.

Stay strong.

Muster up some T cells. And B cells. And FU cells. 

Just please hold on.

Don't you dare give up.

I need you to stay with me.

I need you to keep building my faith.

Please do it for me.

I am ridiculously selfish and need you to hold on.

Because I absolutely cannot let you go.

#Simple Math

Calgary is cold.

Hawaii is not.

The high for Calgary today is 2 degrees Celsius.

The low for Honolulu today is 22 degrees Celsius. (Yes Wyatt, I thought of you.)

Calgary has icy patches on the roads.

Hawaii has beautiful beaches.

Half-assed winter vs. Tropical goodness.

....sorry Calgary, this is an easy choice. I'm going to Hawaii, see you in a week!

Love you, blog world! Have an awesome time creeping the internet while I'm tanning my face off!!

PS - RyGuy, you better take care of yourself while I'm gone. I don't want anymore of your monkey business!!! I want to come home to a healthy (somewhat) guy. Pleasepleaseplease be good to yourself. Also - GO COLTS! Love x

#In the past 6 months

It's crazy to look back on the past six months of my life.

The things that have changed.

The things that have remained constant.

The decisions I've made.

The decisions still left to make.

The people who have entered my life.

The people who have left.

The people who have stayed.

The places I've been.

The things I've seen.

The insight into new situations.

The irrational emotional situations.

The fears.

The anxieties.

The laughs.

The cries.

The smiles.

The heart-to-hearts.

The quiet nights.

The rowdy ones.

The coping mechanisms.

The school work.

The new illnesses.

The love.

The adventures.

The discoveries.

If someone had told me that morning, six months ago, that I would be here today, I wouldn't have believed them.

Because at that time I felt like I had just lost the world. Like the constant winded feeling of being punched in the gut.

Today I stand stronger. And hopeful for a day when I can think of you and not cry. Not feel like my insides are all twisting up. A day when I can look to other people and help them go through what I've gone through.

So much has changed in the last six months.

But through everything. Through things that have changed or stayed the same, I have always known You would be there, and You would not change. And I am so thankful for that.

You are my ultimate constant. You are my ultimate comfort.

And I know You are taking good care of my Daddy until I can see him again.

Six months of the journey of my life without you has gone by. 

And I will always love you.

#Open Mic Night

Have you ever been to an open mic night?

Yes? No?

Cause it's pretty much an amazing experience all around.

I haven't been to one in a while. And I forgot how much I absolutely love it.

It makes me feel weirdly poetic. Or something.

Sitting in a room full of people, all wanting to be heard, all willing to listen. A room full of acceptance, a room without judgement.

Just sitting there, legs crossed, defences up, outside my comfort zone. Knowing one person in a place filled with unfamiliar bodies. A decision to push myself. It was the best decision I've made in a long time. I could feel the worries and anxieties of my life melting away with the warm fruit tinged tea sliding down my throat. The decisions that loom in my near future were put on a back burner to a few hours of ease and music.

Feeling the guitars, the vocals, the keyboards pulsing through the air, the floor, the walls and seeping into and around my body in a warm blanket of pure happiness. Smiling at strangers and making new friends. Seeing a whole new side of people, and society.

Genuinely loving to watch the people genuinely loving to play. Enjoying the gifts given to others by God to give the world. It's something I could do all day everyday.

And what I love the most is the atmosphere. The way everyone is brought together by the supernatural tie of melodies. The low murmur of voices as people quietly socialize and appreciate the music. The intensity on the musician's faces as they get lost in a sea of notes and chords. The smiling barista's, the lively hosts, the buzz of an excited audience. It all gets my heart pumping and blood rushing.

It's a little piece of heaven.

It's why I'm going to go every week. And that's why you should come to open mic nights on Thursday evenings at The House with me.

#You have stolen my heart

To the boy who holds my heart,

I'm sorry you're going through this. I'm sorry you have to lay in a hospital bed. I'm sorry you don't have your old life. But I'm so thankful for you and your strength. I'm so thankful for the friendship you've given me. I'm so thankful that you are who you are, and I love you for being that person.

I have so much faith that you are going to overcome this. You are such an inspiration to me. Listening to the way you talk, and the way you can laugh through anything makes me believe that there's hope. You are restoring my faith in the medicine I've come to doubt. You are rebuilding me and you don't even know it.

Stay strong. Know that you have the support of many. Know that my prayers and my thoughts and my heart is with you. And never trust a fart on chemo.

Lovelovelovelove
xoxoxo