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I went to the emergency room last week. Yep. So dramatic for no reason. Sigh – never a dull moment in my life these days!

After many months of inactivity (besides my bartered workouts) and tasty-bad-for-the-waistline- bartered food, I decided that it was high time I get out there and get back into shape.

Two years ago, I ran the Scotia Bank Half Marathon. Since then, I hold very high expectations for myself and running. I assume that I should just be…

I went on Monster.ca this week. Typed in “Financial Advisor” “Toronto” and hit the search button.

As I scrolled through the listings of future jobs that could be mine, I felt sick to my stomach. I had a palpable vision of myself; out of my jeans, into an itchy wool suit. Working in a gray, small cubical with a dingy fluorescent light flickering on and off, and buzzing. Dilbert cartoons are posted all over the cubical as they are my only source of joy in this…

I feel like Gerard Butler in 300.

An insurmountable quest, no sleep, constantly pushing back the Persians… only instead of Persians, it’s sleep I’m pushing back. Instead of trying to save Sparta, I’m trying to save my sanity.

He had 300 men. I have to barter with 300 women. To be honest, I don’t know what his beef was about … 300 is A LOT!

I have to wonder, if he only had 200 would the outcome still be as glorious? This is a thought that is…