Gotta Look Good While Plummeting to Your Death

You know how your Grandmother use to tell you to wear clean underwear, in case you got hit by a bus.  Well, I took this to heart as I tried to touch up my lipstick while plummeting from a plane last week.

 

 

Only problem is when I landed (alive thank goodness), my teeth were also covered in lipstick (luckily my underwear was still clean though ~ Gran would have been proud)! Thanks to Jill of Urban Mommies for letting me know (about the lipstick on my teeth ~ not the clean underwear ~ that would have just been weird), as oppose to secretly snickering at me all day.

Sloppily done lipstick kisses,

Emme  xoxo

PS. In Full Disclosure: As always, the opinions and thoughts shared here are my own and honest ones. I am bought out by no one. In the spirit of disclosure, it should be noted that on this trip, I was a guest of Ford Canada to test out their new Ford Escape.

 

Me…A Thief?!

I found myself in one of those moral dilemmas you might debate when playing psychological games.  You know, the type of game where your friends bet on what you would do and you’re supposed to give your honest answer to see who knows you best.

When shopping with one of my girlfriends the other day, my goal was to find a long necklace to wear with my ‘going out’ tops.  After the ritual snacks and catch up chatter, we found a store with a whole wall of them.  We spent a while there, but believe it or not, nothing was quite right.  We moved on to another store to help my friend meet her goal of finding the perfect pair of jean shorts.  While waiting for her in the change room I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

 

Notice Anything that Looks Suspicious?

 

Gasp! Loss of breath, then a long slow “Ooooooh, Nooooooo!”  I had walked out of the store with a necklace hanging off my arm!  I tried on so many that I was using my arm to hold them and with all the typical distractions I didn’t even notice that this one was still there.

My girlfriend was excited for me.  She said it was clearly mine now, AND it was really pretty.  When I told her I was going to take it back to the store she thought I was nuts.  I absolutely had to though, there was no doubt in my mind.  She really tried to talk me out of it and even went so far as to laugh at me and say that I was really funny.  I stuck to my feelings and made her walk back with me.  I wasn’t planning on the kind of return stolen merchandise situation a mother makes her child do.  I had no intention of reporting myself or apologizing!  I just casually walked back into the store, put the necklace down on the first table I saw and left.  I’m proud of myself that I didn’t cave to her pressure.  For now, I can breath easy.  What would you have done?

 

Bike Helmets are Sexy!

With the beautiful weather upon us and people getting outdoors and being more active, I am seeing a lot more people out cycling, which is great. What’s not so great is how few of these people I see wearing helmets.

In the span of 5 blocks the other day, I saw at least 10 people riding their bikes. Only 2 of them were wearing a helmets. Not cool people. There’s a reason why there is a bike helmet law in the Province of British Columbia where I live. And yes, it applies to all ages, as it should.  I am somebody who has suffered more than one serious concussion. Concussions in which the doctors did not know how long it would take for me to recover or if I’d ever get better. I did get better, but in the process I realized how important it is for us to protect our heads. Head injuries can impact our whole sense of self, mental abilities, and personality. Having a head injury is damn scary.

 

The consequences of not wearing a bike helmet can be damn scary. Photographed by @waferboard in Vancouver.

 

Even before I had a head injury, it didn’t take rocket science for me to figure out that it was wise to wear a bike helmet. It’s the smart and proactive thing to do. I thank the governments across our country that have had the sense to make wearing bike helmets law for all ages.  And for those that have not, wise up and make it a law.

 

I certainly wouldn’t mind one of these helmets. Photographed by Gene Bisbee.

 

So yes, no contention, bike helmet wearers are sexy! And I’d go as far as to say those who ride, minus the helmet, aren’t date worthy.  I mean think about it.  Do you really want to date someone so shallow and obsessed with their looks, that they’ll forfeit well being for fear of messing up their hair?  You don’t want the parent of your future children to be so stupid.  Their safety aside, this lack of sense doesn’t bode well as a role model for your future children. Oh and if you are trying to get over your own insecurities of wearing a helmet, just think of how worse your hair will look with a gash in the side of your head or coated in blood. Beside true sex appeal comes from within, and smarts are damn sexy!

 

Looking hot in her helmet, as photographed by @SimplyBike.

 

Well, that’s all for tonight darlings!

Sexy Helmet Head Kisses,

Emme xoxo

 

 

A Woman’s Guide to How to Pee Into a Cup

Now first off, sadly this post was not inspired by a road trip and the need to pee in a cup due to dodgy road side washrooms or an epic race of some sort.  No, this is one of those cups one pees into in a medical lab, in my case inspired by peeing blood a few weekends ago. So needless to say I was feeling crappy and totally stressed at the time.

Now for those of you that are screaming out, “Oh my goodness, are you okay???”  Yes, I am. Thanks for your concern. As it would turn out, for whatever reason, my period decided to come two-weeks early, scaring the hell out of me due to the blood coming just after a night of vomiting, thanks to eating something bad.  Not a waste on tax payers dollars though, as it would turn out my pee showed up a very real bladder or urinary tract infection or some such, so no wonder I was feeling so crappy.

At any rate, all that icky stuff aside, I learned a valuable lesson in how to pee in a cup (for ladies), which is not as straight forward as one would think. I arrived at the Medical Lab and was simply handed a cup and a wet nap (which I assumed was to clean the outside of the cup once I was done), as the woman mumbled something about sticking the cup in the fridge on my way out. Okay, not terribly friendly, but she spent her day dealing with people’s pee, pooh, and blood, so I’d let it slide.

 

Photo courtesy of Amanda (aka @pinprick on flickr).

 

Well, I wasn’t quite so understanding of her once I had sat down on the loo, squeezed out the little bit of pee remaining in my bladder into the cup, only to spot the sign telling me to wipe my privates with the wet nap before peeing and then catch my pee mid stream.  All this was written in an area that one would only notice when reaching for the toilet paper. Are you serious?!? Now having no pee left in me and feeling like crap, I was pissed off.  Why had the woman at the desk not told me this???  Quite frankly, she is lucky to have a job and should take pride in doing it properly. By not telling patients what to do with their specimens, you risk wasting thousands in tax payers dollars.  And you know what, if you are uncomfortable with telling people how to pee, then you quite frankly have no business working in a Medical Lab.

Later that day on my second visit to the doctors, due to peeing more blood. I learned that the wiping of your privates and catching of the pee mid stream, was to make sure that what they were capturing in the cup was your actual pee (and possible blood within), and not period blood. Makes sense, but most of us that are feeling crappy aren’t going to know or think of the nuances of how to pee in a cup properly, unless we are told.

So to recap …

For the peer:

  • When handed your cup, ask if there are any special instructions for peeing.
  • Wipe your privates with the wet nap before peeing.
  • Catch pee midstream and remove the cup before the end of the flow.
  • Seal the cup and place it in the fridge provided.

 

Photo courtesy of Adam Currell.

 

For the person handing out cups at the Medical Lab:

  • Do your job and tell us what is expected of our peeing-style, and if you are not prepared to do that, find a new job as you are not doing yours properly.

Kisses,

Emme  xoxo

Are You Cheap, Fast or Good?

I love the conversations and ideas I share in bars over a drink and the cocktail napkin’s that result from such nights. Thanks to Jason Delesoy (aka the sexiest man of the Yorkton Film Festival) and the debonaire Mr Ian Rogers, Saturday night was one such night.

So what was this eloquent, thought provoking repartee?  Whether you were cheap, fast or good.  Apparently you can be 2 out of 3 at a single time, but not all three.

Now get your mind out of the gutter, we were talking business, as in the Production Triangle.  You can be cheap and fast, fast and good, or good and cheap, but not all three at the same time, although, of course, in the production world, people are always trying to get all three from you at once.  Think about, and I’m guessing this will make a tremendous amount of sense to you.

 

Not, the actual cocktail napkin. I sillily forgot that on the table.

 

Personally in looking at this triangle I always want to be good at whatever I am doing, which translates to I can be good and fast, but not cheap, or good and cheap, but not fast.

Food for thought, as we continue to set our pricing and business models around social media.  In my mind, there are far too many people out there being cheap and fast, but not good.  Perhaps it’s that they don’t properly understand what they are pricing out or the work that goes into effectively managing and growing engaged social networking audiences, but from where I sit they are doing both themselves and the Industry as a whole a disservice. For brands and traditional media to properly understand how effective social media can be, you need to do it properly, and that is a very time intensive job that involves creativity.  Start valuing your time and expertise properly and in the fashion that you yourself wish to be valued.

As for the other, there is nothing cheap about me, and I am always good. ;-)