Shine A Light

Here is my completed Mason Jar Prism Light Candle Holder! (Minus the ribbon)

prism light

What I ended up doing is using a hot glue gun and glass glue. My glass glue wasn’t holding well so I used the hot glue to hold it in place and the glass glue for the stronger hold when it dries. I’m in love with it!

Things Might Be Looking Up

As many of you know I had an interview on Monday. I also have one today, another on probably on Saturday and another on Monday. I am so happy to have these interviews and will obviously be very happy if one of them turns into a job, especially today’s because it’s full time!

I really want this Nanny position I have an interview for today. The Mom and I sound like we’re on the same page and I’m hoping they appreciate the information I am giving them (I wrote out my childcare philosophy and examples of activities their son and I can do during the day. Aside from just being excited to work with this family, this job would also allow me to move into my own place comfortably.

I’m going to give it my all!

I Couldn’t Wait To Be Older…


DIY Christmas: Loom Knit Scarf

With this DIY project you have to go and buy a loom which may be the initial big expense of this project, also, learning how to use the loom may take you a little time. Loom knitting is great fun and very relaxing when you get the hang of it.

Check out the video below on how to make a loom knit scarf (the instructions that come with the loom kits usually suck).

Job Interview

I have a job interview today for a part time Nanny position. I feel like I’m going to throw up. I’m so nervous. I signed up for two Nanny websites (Canadian Nanny and Nanny Services) and have applied to a bunch of positions. The funny thing is, the position I have the interview for, they contacted me first. This means they viewed my profile, liked what they saw and sent me an email (through Canadian Nanny). I hope I get the position. I always feel good about job interviews, I have relevant experience, I’m a good person and a hard worker; I just never know who else is being interviewed.

Good luck to me!

‘Borderline Personality Disorder’, the Failure of Psychiatry and Emergence


I can’t wait to read this book!

Originally posted on Beyond Meds:

By Jacqueline Gunn, PsyD and Brent Potter, PhD

Authors, Borderline Personality Disorder: New Perspectives on a Stigmatizing and Overused Diagnosis (Praeger, November 2014)


When you are reading our book, be prepared to challenge your view of what is called “borderline personality disorder” and even the way you see all so-called psychiatric ‘disorders’.

This is what we have done as co-authors.  We sound a little strong at times, but we really believe in what we are presenting.

We take you through exactly why we take this approach, give you historical context and also explain some experiences with real people who are suffering.  To this end, client’s stories at the end along with a few narratives written by clients themselves along the way. We stick faithfully to the experiences themselves rather than upon theoretical constructs and other abstracted materials. Our approach is not experience-near, but experientialist; we don’t hypothesize, abstract…

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DIY Christmas: Scrabble Coasters

Have a game of Scrabble you don’t play with anymore?

Scrabble Coasters


  • Scrabble letters
  • Hot glue
  • Polyurethane Spray
  • Cork Board
  • Thin tip permanent marker (optional)
  • X acto knife


  • Arrange letters into meaningful 4 letter words (if you do not have all the letters you need consider flipping over the square and use a permanent marker to write the letter, this is what I’m doing).
  • Lay out your cork board and begin hot gluing the letter squares on, making 4 rows.
  • If you’ve used permanent marker let dry for 24 hours to ensure it sticks.
  • Using the X acto knife cut the coasters out keeping as much or as little of the cork board as you desire.
  • Spray the coasters with polyurethane to finish. (I am going to do this with Mod Poge because it’s what I have)
  • Let dry.



Gone Girl: From Private School to Homeless

I am honoured to know the writer of this piece that I am going to share with you. Emily Wright’s experiences with bullying, addiction, homelessness and recovery is truly inspiring. We can turn our lives around and be the people we want to be.


Gone Girl: I was a private school kid from Rosedale—until I ended up on the street

She had loving parents and all the opportunities and privileges in the world. Then she discovered drugs.

My parents gave me a great chance at life. I grew up in a three-bedroom house in Lawrence Park, where I spent weekends riding my bike and making mud pies with my younger brother. At Christmas, my parents took us on vacations to Hawaii and London and Kenya. In the summers, we rented a cottage in Muskoka, where we built teepees and chased frogs. One year, knowing how much I loved acting and tap dancing, my parents sent me to an elite arts camp in the Catskills.

In 1992, when I was seven, we moved to a sprawling Edwardian house in Rosedale, effectively upgrading from middle class to nouveau riche. My father had risen from a working-class childhood in Montreal to the upper echelons of Bay Street finance. The new house was his prize for all he’d accomplished, a way to show the world what he could do for his family. Growing up, I was provided with unconditional love and support. My mother made a point of encouraging my artistic side, making me costumes for dance recitals and driving me to extracurricular activities.

My home life was as idyllic as a ’50s sitcom, but school was torture. In Grade 1, my parents had enrolled me at Branksome Hall, the private girls’ school in midtown. From the moment I arrived, I was constantly, cruelly bullied. Every day at recess, kids would steal my boots, stuff them with snow and hide them in the playground. I’d run around in my green stockings searching for them while the teachers rang the bell and hollered at me to get in line.

At Branksome, a school known for its academic rigour, I struggled with my studies. (I had a learning disability that wasn’t diagnosed until I was 16.) I was also a deeply sensitive and trusting child—I expressed my feelings, which only made me more vulnerable. When my mom confronted my teachers about the bullying, they’d tell her I was being too touchy, that I needed to pull up my socks and deal with it. I made a few friends in my neighbourhood—kids I would play with on weekends and after school—but I was always worried they’d discover whatever my classmates hated about me and disappear. Over the years, I developed a chameleonic tendency to change my personality for whomever I was with—a dangerous pattern that followed me into adulthood.

I switched schools seven times in the next decade. At most places the bullying intensified, chipping away at my self-esteem. In Grade 7, I landed at the co-ed private school Montcrest, where the kids called me fat and scribbled BITCH in my notebooks. To fill my friendship void, I became addicted to Yahoo chat rooms—primitive, unfiltered oceans of lonely teens searching for a connection. In Grade 8, I became involved with a handsome lacrosse player who lived in Mississauga. After chatting for a few months, we started dating in real life. I was 14; he was 17. That summer, he came up to my cottage for a weekend, where we made out in the bunkie. Before I knew what was happening, we were having sex. I didn’t intend to lose my virginity that night, but I don’t remember saying no. The next morning, he went back to Toronto, and I never heard from him again. I emailed and called him every day, but never got an answer.

A few months later, I started dating a new guy who was a couple of grades ahead of me. We were fooling around behind school one day when he suddenly pinned me to the ground and raped me. When I arrived at school the next day, he told everyone I’d had sex with him. The girls hissed “slut” as I walked down the hall. I started to believe them. I didn’t tell my parents what had happened, but my behaviour had them worried. “I feel like I’m losing you,” my mom kept telling me.

And she was. I barely went to school for the rest of the year, partly out of mortification, partly due to the sudden, severe migraine headaches I’d begun experiencing. My mom and dad took me to every neurologist in the city, but nothing came of it. I managed to pass Grade 9 through frantic cramming and sheer luck.


To read the rest of Emily’s story please click on the link: Gone Girl by Emily Wright




I have been officially unemployed for a week and a half but before then I hadn’t worked since August of this year. My plan was to finish my final placement to get my Early Childhood Education diploma but the motivation to do so disappeared. This is the first time I have had no work since I graduated university in 2011. While I have always been underemployed and living in poverty, I at least had money coming in. Now, I have nothing.

My Aunt emailed me some links yesterday to help me out and strongly suggests I go to the YMCA to use their employment services. My plan was to go today after I went to the bank to switch everything to no fee, close my savings account and take my money, but now I just find myself feeling ashamed and I probably won’t go just yet.

I did everything I was supposed to do. I did extra work in my grade 12 to bring my grades up. I got into a good university for social work. I completed the 4 years and received my degree. I was told that if I did all of that then I would get a good job, make money and have the life I want. This is not what happened, this is not what happened for many of us. I feel lied to.

I shouldn’t have to use the YMCA to help me find a job. I am completely employable, I have a degree, I have work and volunteer experience, I have had the opportunity for professional development through my previous employers and what I have done on my own and yet I have nothing. I should be the one working at the YMCA. How do you walk in, show them all your experience, your degree and ask for help?

It seems funny. I have no problem asking for help in other areas like my mental health but with employment, I can’t do it.  I will eventually…just not today.

DIY Christmas: Mason Jar Prism Light Candle Holder

I’m seriously excited for this one!

mason jar


  • Mason jar
  • Round glass decorative elements
  • e3600 glue (or any glue rated for affixing to glass)
  • Ribbon or twine
  • Tea light
  • Lighter
  • Brushes


  • Apply E3600 glue in small patches (please be in a well-ventilated area) with your brush. Apply glue to a small area on jar, working from the base of the lid downward.
  • Apply glass stones over glue. Take time to consider your design as not all of the stones will be possibly be the same size. Do a small area at a time to make sure everything fits the way you want.
  • Let dry when completed.
  • Once the jar is dry tie ribbon or twine around the neck of the jar where the lid would go. Put a candle in, light it with a long BBQ lighter and enjoy!



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