Fake-English Friday

by nadine on October 14, 2011

Ever wonder what English sounds like to those who don’t speak the language?

Now you know.

You’re welcome.


YouTube Tuesday: Newsies

by nadine on October 11, 2011

JACK KELLY: So this snooty mug says to me, “You can’t see Mr. Pulitzer. No one sees Mr. Pulitzer.” Real hoity-toity, you know the type?

batman newsies

Newsies: At the Paper Mill Playhouse

I want to go to there.

Newsies: On the View

Sadly, without Batman.

Newsies: Dancing to Lady Gaga

Newsies: Batman in New York

His face is what my high-school locker looked like. True story.


Last Night: The Naked and Famous

by nadine on October 7, 2011

I was going to be an annoying smart aleck and ask you if you’d rather be naked or famous. Um…I don’t think I want to know.

Last night, Matt, Dave, Bridget and I saw The Naked and Famous play at The Phoenix.

They. Were. Awesome.

Even though The Phoenix flooded mid-show. (Sewage? Burst beer tap? Pipe issues? Who knows.)

And even though a total stranger (female) stroked my cheek. (Um, there’s a guy’s hand resting on my hip. You’re probably barking up the wrong no-girls-allowed tree. But whatevs.)

Girls Like You

This might be my new favorite love song. Warning: I’m especially vulnerable to all things lovey-dovey these days. It’s ridonculous.

Young Blood

The sold-out crowd erupted during the “Young Blood” encore. This song — and this band — is a pretty big deal, folks.

I wore skinny jeans. If you can’t beat the hipsters, join ‘em.


Vote for Pedro

by nadine on October 6, 2011


I voted.

I hope you did, too.

Thoughts from the polls:


Voting stresses me out. I feel like I’m choosing a boyfriend for who his parents are. I might love my local candidate but not-quite-love the provincial leader. What’s a girl to do? STRESS!

(It’s science.)

Full disclosure: I went with the local guy. Because he affects me personally. And he co-founded War Child Canada.

Itchy Ovaries

I voted at a neighbourhood public school. Little kids were running around on the playground, doing super-cute things, wearing super-cute outfits and laughing super-cutely. Inside, super-cute little tables and super-cute little chairs made me giddy. As did the super-cute artwork on the walls.

I suddenly wanted my own super-cute play thing.

Then I realized that I should probably wait to have kids until I no longer consider them “play things.”

But…still. Sigh.


No one was there. There wasn’t a single person in line ahead of me. While this was delightfully convenient, it was also concerning. I HOPE EVERYONE VOTES AFTER WORK.

Also, if people don’t vote, I hope my vote wins.

That’s how it works, right?


Single Gal Bucket List

by nadine on October 4, 2011

Things I want to do before I get married:


closet clean-out

I have too much stuff. Not all of it should make it to “Life Stage: Awesome.” Goodwill, get ready…for wigs, a Hawaiian sarong and a puppy-dog-print fleece bathrobe.


vanity organizer

The stuff I’m not ditching needs a system. Especially boy-unfriendly stuff. Like makeup and jewelry. It’s everywhere. Beauty chaos.

Embrace the slow-cooker

chili slow cooker

I have a dream. That dream is to come home from church on a cold rainy Sunday to the deliciousness lazy comfort of ready-for-us soup or chili. Then Matt will watch football and I will nap beside him. Bliss.

My dreams often involve making food for Matthew. I think this is why he’s marrying me.

Note: These oatmeal cookie pancakes are highly recommended. Joy the Baker KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING. (And I was all grumpy about eating carbs that day. They cured such grumpiness with their cinnamon-raisin goodness.)

Learn to do my hair


Um. I have a lot of hair. It has three modes: 1. all down, 2. front section pinned back with a bobby pin or two, 3. ponytail.

It’s time to finally switch things up and actually start playing with the Mufasa.

Get fit

bridget jones gym

Well, it’s already week two of this pursuit. Matt and I are going to the gym FIVE TIMES A WEEK. At a super-miserable 7:00 IN THE MORNING. And…I’m kinda loving it.

I feel a little more alive already. For someone who sits for a living, the introduction to movement is a much-needed thing.

Right reason for going: I want stronger bones, better posture and more energy.

Real reason for going: I want to look like Catwoman. (Slightly kidding. But we’re using Harley Pasternak’s Five Factor Fitness program. And he trains Halle Berry. Um, and Seth Rogen….)


Advice of the Day

by nadine on October 4, 2011

The moral of Mario’s story:

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This week, I purchased two pairs of jeans.

These ones:

Screen shot 2011-09-30 at 5.53.31 PM

You may have noticed that the legs are the opposite of wide.

If you know me, you know this is a HUGE deal.

For the last, oh, I don’t know, 8 years or so, I’ve been the wide-legged girl. At their skinniest, my pants were bootcut.

I cringed at the skinny craze. Partly because I cringed at my body. Partly because they didn’t seem practical.

Then I quit my job, went super-broke and stopped buying clothes. And now that I’m in a healthier place financially (and body image-ly), I’m faced with rebuilding a worn-out wardrobe.

My once-cool trouser jeans are now faded, baggy and shapeless.

So I was confronted with that age-old question: “Do I slim down or stick with my comfort zone jeans?”

My famous-and-Nadine-style-friendly inspiration(s):

skinny jeans mosaic

So my legs are now significantly skinnier than you’ve ever seen them. You have been warned.

P.S. The Gap has free delivery. When you know your size, this is a wonderful, beautiful thing.


YouTube Wednesday: Parenthood

by nadine on September 28, 2011

Um, so it’s not YouTube Tuesday. I didn’t blog yesterday. Because I got distracted by Parenthood.

Parenthood is not only the best (non-Downton Abbey) drama on TV, it’s also my new music guru.

Last night, it introduced me to Daniel Martin Moore.

When “It Is Well” started playing near the end of the episode, I got way too excited. (Ask Beth.)

Last year, Parenthood introduced me to my married-couple crush, the blogged-about-too-often Drew Holcomb and the Neighbours. To this song specifically. It FINALLY has an official music video.

And the theme song just makes me so freakin’ happy. Yay, Bob Dylan.

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Indecisive Pie

by nadine on September 27, 2011

My mom is known for her pumpkin pie. She makes it every Thanksgiving

Matt’s mom is known for her key lime pie. She makes it every Easter.

This means…we have non-conflicting seasonal pies of awesomeness!

Not that there’s anything wrong with pie conflict.

When pie doesn’t know which kind it should be, I say: “Be both!”

split decision pie


[Spoon Sisters Split Decision Pie Pan]


The Orbit Room

by nadine on September 24, 2011


A year and a half ago, I stepped inside the Orbit Room for the first time.

Yesterday, I went back.

Some life stories can’t be immediately blogged about because they make the writer (me!) feel too exposed. Too vulnerable. But when those stories are given a little time and space, twisting and turning in the direction of “happy ending,” they eventually become blogging material.

The Orbit Room is one of those stories.

On a cool day in March of 2010, I played hooky. I stepped away from my laptop and played tour guide to the band Hello Kelly. When it was time for dinner, Francy (lead singer) mentioned that his friend Matt, who I’d met once about two months earlier, was going to be joining us.

I got excited for no [apparent] reason.

Matt and I didn’t sit near each other at dinner. I hated that. Again, for no reason. I mean, he was little more than a cute friend-of-a-friend who occasionally tweeted entertaining things. Why should I care where he sits?

Later that evening, the HK boys, Matt and I headed to The Orbit Room for drinks with a side of Motown.

Matt bought me a drink.

Looking back on that night, I cringe at how I so quickly zoned out everyone but him. But I couldn’t help it. It was like we were old friends, desperate to catch each other up on our lives. Plus, he was so gosh-darn interesting and funny and attentive and attractive….

And then I went to the ladies’ room. And gave myself a pep talk.

“Nadine, don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ve been charming in the company of also-charming men before. Don’t get invested in another crush. You don’t have the emotional capacity for that right now.”

It was true. The majority of my 20s up until then had been spent either running from men who liked me too much or clinging to men who didn’t like me enough. I couldn’t play games again.

At the end of the night, I hugged Matt goodbye, secretly hoping I’d see him again. But pretty certain that “again” wasn’t all that likely.

Less than two weeks later, we were on our first date.

Ten days after that, we were “an item.”

Fast-forward to last night.

I was sitting across from him. Same spot as last time. I caught myself admiring the man in front of me, moved by how some stories turn out way better in real life than they do in our heads. He bought me another drink, but this time he already knew what I wanted. We listened to fantastic Motown again, but this time we were talking about hiring the band to play at our wedding.

And I told him about my once-upon-a-time pep talk in the bathroom.

He just nodded…in victory.