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.

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.

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.



The owls are not what they seem

So Burger King has purchased Tim Horton’s. I’m hoping this brings forth a few changes…

1. Toasted bagels instead of warmed dough slathered in butter thrown into a see through greasy bag.

2. Three point check system for hot beverages. Is the lid secure? Did you make sure  not to place the mouth of the lid on the seam of the cup? Did you wipe the coffee you spilled all over the side from over pouring into the cup? It goes without saying that they have made my beverage order correctly…although they fuck up my tea with milk at least twice a month.

3. Maybe if your store motto is Always Fresh you actually prepare things that way.

4. Bring back the old sprinkles for the vanilla dip. The new ones are fucking awful, it’s like a mouthful of blue chalk!

5. Bring back the Cherry Pie.

6. Nice lids, you have them in your store. If I order an over priced hot chocolate, I can have one. Just start using them all the time!!!


This better not interfere with my Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich consumption! I swear to god, I will go ape-shit it does!





Saving’ all your food stamps and burning’ down the trailer park.

Normally Facebook friend recommendations couldn’t be more off . I think we all remember the Tyrone Debrown incident… (White friends, there is no need to post in Ebonics, that’s just plain racist!)But I’d love to know what I have in common with some of the people Facebook recommends I befriend…Take the guy below, He’s like 80 and can’t operate a camera. Yet social media thinks we could have some things in common.I bet we both enjoy eating supper at 5pm and wearing slippers around the house.

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But I’m in love with this couple! I can already tell based on their profile pic, they’re better than me. For starters they have a fucking owl at their wedding and secondly he looks like Lord Baelish! They look like the kind of couple who purchase a normal size bottle of wine and only drink a glass of it at dinner, instead of a magnum that’s empty within three hours and then have no memory of going to bed after watching a marathon of Twin Peaks on a Friday Night.

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This post totally contradicts what I said yesterday…

I wish to god someone would make a rule that cashiers have to stop asking you to donate money every time you’re at a checkout.  I don’t mind giving donations to charity. I’ll buy things from my friends kids to support schools and programing, if an organization comes to my door I’ll gladly give $20.00 to them. But NOTHING sets me over the edge more than going to pay for my groceries or an item at Wal-Mart and having a multi billion dollar corporation ask me to give them money for a charity. Here’s why…

Our money is going towards one giant tax write off for these large corporations. Most of these stores do not match your donation either. Also, why am I giving money to the food bank and breakfast programs on behalf of a grocery store that throws out thousands of dollars worth of food everyday instead of donating it?

I have a hard time saying no when asked to give, but what I hate even more than being asking to give a dollar ( I know it’s not a lot, but when you get asked every-time you’re at the fucking store it adds up) is to give an open-ended donation. When you say yes, thinking you’re giving a dollar or two they come back with ” Is $5.00 an OK amount?” What the hell are you supposed to say to that ? You can’t say, No I just want to give a dollar…


Every time I say no to the cashier, I feel like this woman from TLC’s Extreme Cheapskates. She has a perfectly good roll of toilet paper in that washroom but insists on using a squirt bottle instead…