Go Fund Yourself

I’ve pretty much had enough of ” Go Fund Me” which is unfortunate because a lot of good can come out of something like this . For example, raising  money for people who actually need help.  Asking people to pay your way through college , fund your vacation , pay your rent or help fix your teeth is about as entitled as me asking for someone to fund an expensive dinner I’d like to make.It’s right up there on my list of annoyances next to posting photos of yourself with poor kids from vacation that you gave a dollar to. ( I did something nice, better post it all over Facebook so everyone knows)

At least offer something in return, if you’re trying to get your art out there, cool. I’ll help you out, you’re giving something back to a community . But if you’re using this system as a means of lazy begging, maybe try working.I’ve worked since the age of 15, sometimes two jobs at the same time. Try earning something on your own!


This is exactly whom I picture behind every Go Fund Me page.




I’m more of a Movementarian these days.

Growing up there was no task as daunting for Mama Cat or myself as attempting to get me ready for Church. Every week it was the same horrible routine. I didn’t even mind the part where I attended the House of the Lord, I just hated the entire process on getting me there. It started with me switching back and forth from Amazing Discoveries and ASN’s Sunday Morning Programming such as The Rockets and Wonder Why? hoping that they would forget it was Sunday and we had to go to church. By 9:45 I was forced into a shower and the fun began.

  1. Searching the entire house for a pair of tights that were clearly lined with fiberglass insulation. I need to remind myself of this when I want to dress my daughter in a pair!
  2. While the good lord might not care about what you have on, the old ladies who will compliment your mother on your hotter than hell velvet Laura Ashley or Bill Blass dress do!  I would usually take my dress off immediately once we were home, crumple it up in a ball and throw it on my closet floor. This made for extra work on Sunday Morning when my mom realized she would now have to iron my lace Peter Pan collar.
  3. hairsprayWeather it was a french braid or just curling my sweet church bangs, it was always finished off with this horrible pumped hair spray and accompanied by my screaming. I swear I can still taste this in the back of my throat to this day.
  4. Getting to wear your good Sunday School Shoes. I actually loved this part. I wasn’t permitted to wear these throughout the week, so walking around for an hour in a pair of patten leather shoes was a real treat!
  5. As a reward to my brother and I for not acting like little cunts during the service, almost every Sunday we went to the Peter Pan for brunch. Which to this day I still miss and I would probably take up attending church again if they were still open.

So Long Forensic Files Saturday

After months of saying it, I finally did it. I cancelled our cable. The decision came quite easily after realizing I watched six consecutive hours of Bar Rescue the other day. For those of you keeping track. That is  360 minutes of Jon Taffer yelling at  losers. Other shows I’m OK with never watching again include…

CSI Anything… And I’m just going to come out and say it. True Detective sucks this season too.


No it’s not Horatio, it never is!!

Any show featuring a bunch a big mouth women sitting around a table yelling over each other trying to get their point across.Dance Mom’s and Nancy Grace can also fall into this category.

hair cut

If a woman has this hairstyle she is going to be  awful.

The Bachelor…Don’t even fucking get me started.


Oh good, because I was thinking this season would feature a bunch of mentally unstable women pitted against each other waiting in a line to find out if they’re good enough to compete for someones time.

Fancy At Home Date Night!

c2I’m not the kind of person to receive requests for hair or makeup tips. I am however the kind of person who gets asked to share recipes though! Every second Friday is fancy homemade dinner night in the MacNeil Household. This past weekend I made a seafood casserole. If you’re lucky enough to live in Nova Scotia, this is a pretty cheap dish to make. Chowder packs can be purchased from Sobey’s for under five bucks this time of year. I like to add extra shrimp and scallops but you can omit the extras and just add another sleeve of chowder mix if you wanted to keep it a little more budget friendly. Here’s the step by step guide to making the dish.


Step one, get this adorable baby to take a nap!

1 pound chowder pack ( mine was a mix of haddock, salmon & lobster)

1 pound cooked shrimp with the tails removed

1 pound fresh scallops

2 tbs butter

2 cloves of garlic minced

1 tsp red chili flakes

Juice of one lemon

1/2 cup white wine

3/4 cup whipping cream

2 tbs flour

1/2 cup fresh grated parmesan cheese

5 large potatoes whipped.

Peel and boil potatoes. Once potatoes are cooked, use an electric mixer to whip potatoes, set aside to cool.

In a large frying pan, melt butter sauté garlic and chili flakes. When garlic begins to soften add all the seafood and coat with the mixture. Add in lemon and white wine.

Once the seafood has fully cooked add in the whipping cream and whisk in flour. Cook over high heat for five minutes. Once the mixture has thickened, add the cheese continue to boil over heat, scraping bottom of pan and sides with a wooden spoon to avoid scorching.

Pour the mixture in a large casserole pan.

cFill a large ziplock bag with the cooled potatoes and cut a hole in the bottom.

Pipe the potatoes onto the seafood mixture and place in the oven for 45 minutes at 350.

The tops of the potatoes will crisp up and turn golden.

I like to serve this with a side Caesar Salad.

And now the highlight of 1am feedings

I’m far from being the World’s #1 Mom. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this group needs to be renamed to ” Idiots who shouldn’t be having children giving advice to other idiots who shouldn’t be having children.”

b3Are you for real?


I’m sure one day my kid will eat a batterie or something she shouldn’t, but do you know what I’ll do when that day comes? I’ll call the fucking doctor or go to the hospital instead of going on Facebook and waiting for other half wits to tell me what to do.

b4I feel like such a fool, I’ve been spelling it Pregnancy for all these years.


This is actually a fantastic question and for once offers useful information from the members of this group. The answer is Abercrombie Video and Variety.

I’m not a regular mom, I’m a cool mom.

So I’m a mom, most of you know this by now. On May 9th I gave what might be the fastest birth ever ( twenty minutes) to the adorable little baby bird featured below. I bet once I announced my pregnancy people sat back in all their glory waiting for me to eat humble pie. After all, I’ve said some pretty opinionated things on here about parenting.   Here are some thoughts people probably had…

But I thought you hated kids? Not true, I like kids who aren’t assholes. Basically if I like the parent, I’ll like their kid.

I bet you regret saying all those things about social media and over sharing. I’ll be honest, its hard not to post an adorable photo of her everyday, I limit my Instagram photos. We announced the birth on Facebook but I stuck to my guns on posting 3D baby images. We actually kept the gender and name off social media all together until she was born.

Do you regret all those judgy comments about parents who don’t clean their home?  NOPE! I go nonstop with M. But I still find time to push a fucking Swiffer around the house every few days.

What about your love of too much booze? I’m not one of those ladies who loved being pregnant. It was awful. I threw up for ten months, often on myself on the way to work. Giving up booze was the easiest part of being pregnant. Even now it takes me at least two hours to drink a glass of wine.

Don’t get me wrong, parenting is hard. I don’t know how  single parents or people with twins do it. The first week of my daughter’s life I sat up every night crying while nursing her for two hours at a time with a twenty-minute break in-between feedings thinking my life was over. It gets a little easier each day, I’m sure other moms judge me all the time, but you know what? I don’t care.


This just in…I’m a horrible person!

I’m sorry, but can we just take a moment to acknowledge that this wedding dress being worn by Angelina Jolie featuring her kids sub par art work is fucking hideous?? I realize I’m not a parent and I’ve never experienced the magical feeling of having a child create something just for me…But this dress is just plain awful.