Read about my adventures
Posted 17 January 2017 by The Six Foot Canasian
MONEY. We spend our whole lives wanting it, figuring out how to get it, working hard to earn it, thoughtlessly spending it, wondering where it went, stressing out about not having enough of it, and worrying about not saving it for the future. Considering how important money is to living a happy life, it’s unfortunate that most Canadians carry some form of debt, primarily because they don’t know enough about their finances.
Posted 6 January 2017 by The Six Foot Canasian
2016 was a rough year for some of us, like Groundhog Day for others (the same old thing repeating itself year after year), and incredibly fortunate and prosperous for the rest. Regardless, the year has come and gone and we get to begin anew! That means new hopes, new dreams, new challenges, new hardships, new lessons, and new realizations that make us better and more valuable to the people around us.
Posted 20 December 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
Don't let my six foot Canasian appearance fool you ... I'm pretty sure I was Italian in a previous life! I can't live without pasta (and can do without rice), I talk with my hands (A LOT), family is pretty important to me, I will drive across the city for a well-made, handcrafted cappuccino, and I have a secret obsession with fashion (although I spend 80 percent of my time in Lululemons and sweatpants). And, when the weather gets chilly or I seek comfort and solace, I crave authentic Italian food!
Posted 14 December 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
Admittedly, I may be the only person in Calgary, born before cell phones, VCRs and Hotmail, who STILL believes in Santa Claus (although I hope that's not the case)! I am fully aware the short, round, jolly old man with the full white beard, who wears a bright red suit adorned with white fur and generously delivers gifts to children on Christmas Eve, isn't actually a real person. His story is borne from legend ... an extraordinary myth.
Posted 31 October 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
Being the youngest of four girls, spending most of my childhood as the only one living at home, I journaled. I wasn't necessarily good at it ... but it helped me get through some pretty rough times when I was a kid. Fast forward thirty years and here I am ... journaling (on this website) to make sense of an unthinkable situation (in hopes that it will help others from facing the same result).
Posted 14 October 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
I've lived in some pretty crappy places ... in some of the most amazing cities in the world.
Posted 11 September 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
Before I moved back to Calgary I had never bought food from a kitchen that "moved". It wasn't until I came across "The Great Food Truck Race" (on the Food Network) that I even became aware they existed. I assumed they were only really in the US, but was pleasantly surprised when I was introduced to our food truck community at a YYCFoodTrucks event in the East Village last year. That's where I met Rick and Vicky Stitt from Sticky Ricky's ... and fell in love with their fresh, made-to-order Cajun food!
Posted 15 August 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
Growing up in the Yukon, I didn't meet my first cowboy until I moved to Grande Prairie to attend college. Since then, I've learned how to two-step, attended a Garth Brooks concert, bought my first pair of REAL cowboy boots, ridden a mechanical bull, and went to the Calgary Stampede for the first time last year. Because cowboy hats, belt buckles, chuckwagon races, farm animals, the midway, and authentic barbecue are topics one would associate with the "Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth", it probably wouldn't be a place you would expect to find an esteemed collection of local artists. Surprisingly enough ... it most CERTAINLY is!
Posted 25 July 2016 by The Six Foot Canasian
Growing up the youngest of four girls in a small northern town, my life consisted of (what seemed to be) an endless supply of poorly coordinated "hand-me-downs". As creative as I tried to be there was only so much I could do with access to a handful of stores with name brand fashions and a limited teenage budget. With the nearest high end department store a three hour flight south, my fashion craving was satisfied by the Vogue and Cosmopolitan magazines on the shelf at Shopper's Drug Mart.