the unplugged vacation

*Disclaimer - I was drunk when I wrote this.

It's funny how we find it so hard to experience the world unattached from our cell phones and technology.

I recently went on an all-inclusive vacation with my mom, who you could also refer to as my best friend for technicality purposes. Or better yet, Val, which is what I like to call her. It's hard to consider an all-inclusive vacation as a trip that is completely segregated from the world around
you - I mean you're at a resort with people from all over the world, you have unlimited wifi (in most places, these days), you're drinking and eating endlessly all while being catered to around the clock. It's a week of luxury, really: unsegregated luxury. Although it's beyond relaxing relaxing, it seems almost impossible to take an absolute leave of absence from the world.

When I packed my bag I brought along all of the essentials: clothing to cover all of my bases and weather situations,  toiletries, money, my passport, a couple books, my lap top, my cell phone...Wait... My lap top? My cell phone?

I understand that cell phones are the most convenient way to keep in touch with loved ones back home. They are one of the best ways to send a quick message just to let someone know you've arrived safe, you're healthy, etc, but how is it possible to take a real break from life when your main source to the world you are vacationing from is attached to your hip?

Last year I went to the Dominican Republic to a much smaller resort; one where WiFi wasn't available unless I paid out of my ass for it. It was available for free in a small area of the resort, but it was hard to connect to or find. I remember feeling so frustrated trying to connect to send a few facebook messages, check my Instagram and find out what celebrity scandal had happened that I wasn't able to hear about instantly back home. I spent so much time out of the hot afternoon sun under the covered theatre area trying desperately to connect. Looking back on it now I feel like I missed so many opportunities. I was convinced that anything happening in the "real" world would dissipate into the oblivion and I would never hear about it again unless I connected to the internet and found out about it instantly.

This year when we arrived to our gorgeous resort in Huatulco I, obviously, grabbed my phone and searched for whatever WiFi capability I had. Refresh. Close. Refresh. Close. Connect. Disconnect. Restart. Connect. Refresh. I did whatever I could to find a connection.

I eventually found a connection and loved my unlimited capability to reach the outside world. I could message anyone,  I could see what my favorite Instagrammer had for breakfast, I kept up with my work group message, and I knew whatever bullshit TMZ posted about Taylor Swift. It was amazing.

Until I found myself sun bathing the next day with my phone attached to my hip, not enjoying my surroundings, the serenity (bottomless alcohol), sound of the ocean (because I obviously had spotify playing), or the action happening in the pool. Honestly, you'd be surprised to hear the drama I heard from the two 60 year old women who floated laps together around the entire perimeter of the main infinity pool all day long (I missed it the first day but I made sure to tune in for my daily Soap Operas for the rest of the week).

After I had reviewed a few too many work group chats, read messages I'd received and news stories that irritated me I wondered what I was doing. I only have this one week all year to not care about anything. I have booked myself away from life for one week and one week only... Why should I care what's happening back home, in Hollywood, or at work? It finally dawned on me that I was
on vacation. The people who needed to know most knew I was there safe and sound, happy, and enjoying the sun. What more did they need? What more did I need from them?

I decided to disconnect my WiFi for the duration of the rest of the trip. I kept my phone on my to take the occasional photo and would connect in the evening just to send a quick hello to those who needed it, but aside from that, I kept my phone off.

I enjoyed the sunrise, I watched the sun set. I had conversation with my mother in the evening over dinner and wine. I met beautiful people and built relationships I will never forget. I taught others
about my passions and learned more about the world of others. I experienced
the beautiful country through the eyes of whom it meant the most. I smiled as I let go of worries and felt ease in my mind. There was nothing happening outside of the resort that was more important than me rejuvinating and recharging my mind, body and soul... with copious amounts of Don Julio. I remember coming home last year and wishing I would've built a few more relationships while
I was there and really crack out of my shell and get to know people. Well, this year, I definitely did that. People are much more approachable when they don't have a cell phone glued to their face apparently.

I return home today and find myself using my cell phone and computer even less. There was a time in my life where I was scrolling through social media endlessly, spending hours online watching YouTube videos, endlessly wrapped up in the world of others. Well news flash: your life will go on if I don't text you back in 3 seconds flat and my world will not end if I don't see what nail color Joey Graceffa has right this second. Take time for yourself. Your thoughts are the best
things you have. Spend time with people in a disconnected state. Don't worry if you accidentally leave your phone behind for an hour. Honestly, you're probably better off without it anyways.

And if that's too much for you, take it from me: at least when you go on a holiday, unplug yourself from the world. Take a REAL vacation.

Snakes and Ladders

Climbing ladders takes time, and avoiding the snakes that try to pull you down is not easy – or so I felt when I was finishing up my degree last spring and trying to figure out where I was going to go from there.

I took a full time gig at the theatre I’d been working at part time for a few years straight after graduating from my Education degree. It was only temporary, it ended with the summer and I had no idea what I was going to do with myself at that point. I didn’t apply for my teacher’s certificate at the time nor did I apply for any teaching positions – why? I’m not exactly sure. It was just one of those things that I did that I didn’t quite understand. I knew from my internship that teaching was a thing that I loved to do. But, I’m just not one to run on spur of the moment employment. I need time, I need to collect my thoughts, I need to wake up, get ready, eat breakfast. I also don’t particularly like the idea of getting phone calls at five or six in the morning – specifically because I have a terrible time waking up from my alarm, so I can imagine a ringing phone would be the same.

So I waited for something to happen naturally. I toyed with the idea of going to the UK to teach – but that was a big commitment and I needed time for this too. Then, one day while I was at work, I was approached by the Education Director of the theatre and we had a chat. She was leaving to pursue other endeavours and wanted to recommend me. It happened, the job was falling into my lap. I was elated.

It took a little while for it to become official, but it happened and everything was great. Though, the original position was a half-time job, they knew the experience I had with the theatre and added quite a bit to my new job. With me in the position it continues to evolve, my role becomes bigger every month and I become more passionate about theatre every day.

What do I do? First and foremost, I co-run the Theatre School – extra-curricular classes for ages 3 and up. I am responsible for organizing and coordinating all things theatre school related. This means I take in registrations, keep in contact with parents and students, and hire and supervise the instructors. This has proven to be a difficult task for someone who is new to the whole management and HR thing. I have an education degree – I am trained to manage kids. But managing professional adults is like walking on thin ice, constantly. It can be terrifying, but I am learning so much and I hope I don’t burn too many bridges along the way. Mistakes happen, accidents are made, and I just hope that people don’t take anything I do personally, because it’s not about that at all. I’m just trying to find my bearing

Secondly, I coordinate all of the youth shows. This is the aspect of my job that takes up the most of my time. This means I book tickets for school groups; I am in constant communication with teachers from all over the province.  I also coordinate and sometimes instruct workshops and tours! This is always fun.

Thirdly, ‘all other duties as assigned’. This is a statement in all of our employment contracts that pretty much says, when asked to do something that may not be part of your regular duties, you signed saying you would do them. These usually include things like being a fake audience member during rehearsals, doing voice recordings for sound designers, being in plays whether I’m singing Oh Canada or actually performing. And best of all, participating in Office Dance Parties. (see photo below).

    (photo by Stephen Rutherford, Persephone Theatre)

Lastly, I run a lot of the social media outlets for the Theatre. This is an aspect of my job that is not really part of my department - though they're using my age to their advantage and I honestly love this part of my job.

So, as you can see, I really hit the jackpot – or rather, the jackpot hit me. It’s a challenging position, but it pushes me to learn each day and helps me figure out my place in this industry. I've already had someone tell me that they heard I was going to be a "lifer" in the theatre world; I'm not sure if it was intended as a compliment or insult, but I was happy to hear it. There are always new things happening at this theatre, and it’s honestly never a dull moment.

Until next time,

Dillon

I Quit Facebook (...sort of)

I’ve been considering deleting my Facebook account for some time now.  And this isn’t the first time I’ve considered it, either.  But when it comes down to it, I don’t really want to.  I like Facebook as an abstract concept, I like what it can do for me – it’s the reality of it that causes me to consider deletion.

Unlike other social media sites that I use, Facebook rarely makes me a better person, it rarely enlightens or inspires me.  When I peruse Instagram or Twitter, for example, I find not only my friends and family, but also beauty, inspiration, and knowledge.  Stunning photography and art, fascinating links, and, OKAY FINE, also super funny dick jokes. 

But not Facebook.  Facebook is filled with the sharp, ugly edges of prejudice and intolerance.  It is hateful.  It is a space polluted by incessant images.

I’m trying to sound eloquent, but the reality of it is that Facebook is anything but eloquent.  It’s filled with disgusting exhibits of racism, sexism, and classism.  Any meme worth chuckling at was already on the rest of the internet last month.  I’ve deleted (a lot of) friends but it’s just not getting any better.

(Futile Comics)

It’s not all bad though.  I really do enjoy seeing pictures and experiences that others share.  I love being invited to local events, witnessing friends’ wanderlust, and celebrating important milestones.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find Facebook Groups useful for numerous reasons.  And I’ll admit I’m a tad self-centered, in that I like having a platform to share the content that I create as well.  Sharing a new blog post or column or whatever else is so easy in the age of social media. 

Messaging is also a huge draw for me.  Facebook is my primary means of communication with my mom.  We have extremely important conversations like this:

Not to mention, Cale pulled off the biggest betrayal since the Red Wedding when he switched to an Android and turned our iMessage group chats into this:

So quitting Facebook altogether isn’t for me.  At least, not right now.  I’m not naïve enough to claim that I need Facebook, it is most certainly a want.  I have friends who don’t have Facebook and live without it and I applaud them.  Someday, I’ll get there too.

And then it dawned on me.  DELETE THE APP.

So I deleted the Facebook and Paper apps from my iPhone.  (I deleted the Groups app too, but I’m 99% certain most people never download that one in the first place.)  I still have and use Messenger though.  Because I like it and it is useful to me.  At first, I planned to check my Facebook account from my laptop daily, maybe more.  As time went on though, I began to check it less than daily, and doing so was not a conscious decision, it just …happened.  I do still log in.  I post updates now and again.  My new infrequency in doing so is ideal for me.

I’m happier.  I’m more productive.  My life is more peaceful and serene without regular doses of hateful thinking and mundane shared content that feels like it’s killing my brain cells.  I’m also not checking my phone constantly only to find out that the only reason it vibrated was because someone I don’t know is selling a textbook or someone I do know is attending an event near me (which is ALL.THE.FUCKING.TIME because I live on Broadway).

I commend those who delete their Facebook accounts completely but, for me, a moderate approach is the perfect compromise.

xoxo

Jazmin

PSA: 3 Simple Points About Sexuality

This topic of conversation comes up a lot in people’s everyday lives and it always somehow makes its way back to my ears and I’m here to tell you to stop in 3 simple points.

1. Sexuality is so complicated and different for every single person on this planet. It’s not “one or the other” which many people have been raised to think. Sexuality and gender are spectrums. Which means that people fall on a certain point of this spectrum and it’s hard to describe someone’s sexuality because it’s such a diverse spectrum. As society progresses, we absolutely need to stop criticizing people for their sexuality no matter what they are born to be, because you will never be able to tag their sexuality for them. Never. Don’t even think for once that what you speculate about them is how they feel. Don’t ever assume that they have suppressed their sexuality and are in denial. Though, there might be cases that someone might have hidden their sexuality from the public. This does not concern you. It does not. 

2. Sexuality is a private matter. It is not something that everyone in the world needs to know. It’s not something that you need to wear as a badge on the breast of your shirt so people can “expect” certain behaviours from you. No. Let me put it to you in the simplest terms: IT’S NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS WHAT SOMEONE’S SEXUALITY IS. Unless you are in an intimate relationship with this individual, you have no right to be nosing your assumptions and preconceived notions into this person’s love life.

3. Sexuality is not a choice. People have an innate tendency to respond to sexual interaction in their own personal way.  Most often this is something you are born with, but depending on what kind of interactions an individual might have in their lifetime may influence how they respond to said interactions. It’s not a defect. It’s not an issue. It’s not weird. Just like everyone has a different personality (and should not be labelled or categorized because of that either), they have a different sexuality. And I repeat, it’s none of your business.

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This comes up because I am not the stereotypical man. I display a lot of feminine qualities, and I always have. I am gentle, soft spoken, happy, and kind (or so I’m told). But, when people talk to me they immediately assume I am homosexual. Then, they question my relationship that I am having with a girl. Then they immediately have pity for my significant other, because they think that I am hiding this deep dark secret and that she has been completely blind to my personality for the two and a half years we have known each other. Give us some credit. We are educated, intelligent adults.

Then let me tell you—I am aware of my behaviours and so is she. We often joke about how we don’t really follow the gender binaries. We are very happy together. We don’t need anybody telling us things they have speculated about our intimate relationship, because it’s OUR business only. NOT yours. It hurts her just as much as it hurts me when people openly assume these things and think that they are helping by saying these things. Well, let me tell you, if you like seeing people unhappy and angry towards you, then keep doing this. Otherwise, we are happy, and all we ask is that people see that we are happy and are happy for us too.

These assumptions don’t go unnoticed. So, think before you speak. And remember, the only sexuality that is your business is your own, unless someone else invites you into theirs.

Thank you.

Until next time,

Dillon

Look Ma, No 'Poo!

Here at Any Given Sundae, we all agreed to commit to a new undertaking for the months of July and August.  Beyond that, it’s up to us (and our results) if we’ll choose to continue with it or not.

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I’ve noticed in the past year or so that my life is a fine balance of washing my hair often enough, and not washing it too often.  Washing my hair too often actually causes it to become greasier than it does when I let a little time lapse between shampoos.  Grease aside though, I feel like my hair isn’t CLEAN when I skip too many washes.  How do I keep my hair from looking like I got dipped in a deep-fryer, while still having that clean feeling?

Enter NO ‘POO.

The No ‘Poo (the “poo” is short for “shampoo”) method is something I’ve been seeing everywhere lately.  Vanity related concerns aside, No ‘Poo is also gaining popularity for its more natural approach to hair health; in case you haven’t noticed, all natural alternatives to just about everything are making a HUGE comeback.  It was starting to irritate me how much it seemed to be popping up in every corner of the internet actually (though the hype seems to have died down in recent months).

I was always skeptical of it.

Because here’s another thing about my hair: if it gets wet without getting washed, it’s grease ×10 (and not the fun, summer lovin’, poodle skirt wearing kind).  I’ve read a lot of testimonials and there were mixed reviews about its effects (although many of the negative reviews seemed to be a result of the reviewer either giving up before the adjustment period was done, or caving in and pouring some luxurious, foamy shampoo on their locks).  My hair might be about to get a LOT greasier than I’ve ever imagined.

But, hey!  I’ll try anything once and most things twice.

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June 29  − The Final ‘Poo

I washed my hair with shampoo for the last time (or at least, the last time for the next two months) this morning.  It was a bittersweet day.  I know that I’ll miss not having greasy hair while I adjust to my new routine, but I’m hopeful for some amazing results down the road.

July 3  − Wash #1

In doing some light research before beginning my No ‘Poo journey, I discovered there are a lot of ways to go about it and a lot of different things you can use as ‘Poo alternatives.  I decided to settle on raw organic honey in place of shampoo and red wine vinegar in place of conditioner.  Depending how this works out for me, I may be using completely different alternatives by summer’s end.

(I actually had planned to use apple cider vinegar, but the grocery store only had enormous bottles of it and I remembered reading a lot of success stories about both red and white wine vinegar, so bought it instead.)

I diluted a tablespoon of each in a cup of water.

Before washing it, it looked like this:

As you can see, it wasn’t terribly greasy for having gone five days without washing, which gives me hope.

I had a little bit of difficulty trying to evenly distribute the mixtures onto my head while washing though.  I think I need a better system than a glass next time.  Anyhow.  Washed and dried, it looked like this:

It had a strange “feel” to it, in my opinion.  It wasn’t clean feeling but it also didn’t feel greasy.  It was a regular texture but I could feel some sort of (non-greasy) sheen on it.  If you’ve ever been to a foam party and then had your hair feel like dish soap afterwards, it was very similar to that.

July 5

My hair is looking greasier.  As you can see, my roots were looking rather nasty and slick at this point.

I showered after this, but did not wash my hair.  I did let it get damp from the steam and a little residual spray though, to hopefully flatten the kinky/poofy texture shown above (the result of wearing it in a high, messy bun for two days straight in attempt to disguise its greasiness).

This is what happened (July 6):

If you ask me, it looks rather nice for having not seen shampoo in a week.  It still feels weird to the touch though.

July 8 – Wash #2

Most of the information I read about No ‘Poo suggested a minimum of four days between washes, which is dreadful but I’m abiding by it anyway.  I also bought some spray bottles.  I decided to use more vinegar than last time because I really want to dry out my roots.

The spray bottles were a wonderful idea, in terms of ease of application.  I forgot to take a good picture of my hair, but it was the same as before.  Not clean, but not greasy either- with that slick/sheen feel to it.

July 12 – Wash #3

I used more honey than usual, about ¼ cup honey diluted in ¾ cup water (as per a suggestion I read online).  IT WAS GLORIOUS.  My hair is finally clean feeling again.  I’m not sure whether the additional honey is the reason or just that my transition period is over, but I’m going to continue using this much honey from now on just in case.

This picture doesn’t even do it justice.  My hair was sosososo wonderful.  And still going strong the next day too (July 13):

July 16

My hair misses manufactured conditioner.  It’s fine as long as I don’t brush it, but as soon as I do:

July 17 – Wash #4

The extra honey was a fluke.  I’m back to greasy hair even though I used the same measurements as last time.  People tell me my hair looks fine though, but it feels so nasty.

July 23 – Introducing Rye Flour (Wash #5)

Honey isn’t awful.  It gets my hair cleanish usually, or sometimes wondrously clean, but sometimes just greasy.  I’d like something a bit more reliable.  Something consistent in its abilities.  I might go back to honey in the end, but I’m open to new possibilities.  The internet says to try mixing a few tablespoons of rye flour with water until it is the consistency of runny shampoo.  Okay.  (PS, I’m still conditioning with vinegar.)

I’m pretty sure I just glopped papier-mâché all over my head.

July 24 – The Results

I’m in love!  Rye flour is astounding.  My hair is clean once more.  (Here’s hoping that it’s not a one hit wonder like that one honey incident was.)  But, I have a feeling that it’s rye flour for life:

The Rest of the Summer

At this point, I became preoccupied with other things and forgot to take pictures regularly.  I didn’t really need to though because rye flour is my happily ever after.  It works wonders and I stopped making changes to my regimen after this.  As it is now, I wash my hair every 5 to 7 days depending how it’s feeling (the longest I went was 12 days!) and if I’m feeling lazy or rushed I sometimes mix the red wine vinegar right into the rye flour (rather than using water) to save time and steps.

If you see me out and about, feel free to ask me about my hair – there's a good chance I still haven’t ‘pooed!

Jazmin

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FAQ

Almost anyone who has found out about my No ‘Poo journey along the way seemed to have a lot of questions.  I’ve compiled a few of the most common inquiries and my answers.

I thought No ‘Poo was washing your hair with baking soda, why didn’t you use that?

There are a lot of ways to wash your hair without using shampoo, including using nothing but water.  Baking soda is arguably the most common and other common alternatives are honey, rye flour, clay, or tea.  Although baking soda seems to have had favourable results for a lot of people, I’ve read a lot about how it has an unhealthy pH balance for optimum hair in most people.  To be honest though, I was less concerned about pH levels and much more concerned about fading my hair colour.  A lot of people who don’t ‘poo also don’t use chemical dyes on ther hair, so it’s not a huge concern to most people.  I, however, am vain.

Isn’t it gross only showering once or twice a week?

I shower multiple times a week, I just don’t usually wash my hair at the same time.  I usually try to keep my hair dry though, but I don’t always succeed.

Why don’t you wash your hair more often?

Washing your hair too frequently strips the hair of its natural oils, causing your scalp to produce more to compensate.  This overcompensation is what makes your hair become greasy so easily.  It’s also why we become addicted to silicone-heavy shampoos.

Do you use other products in your hair, or just not shampoo?

I try to avoid both products and heat styling since beginning this project.  However, I have been known to blow dry my hair occasionally and I still use a heavy-duty conditioner every couple weeks (twice during the summer, so far).  The conditioner I use is from The Body Shop and I loved it even before beginning No 'Poo:

A Little Bit of Ugly

The end of summer brings on a series of sentimental and fun blogs here at Any Given Sundae. It was decided to finish off the season of fun exciting activities that we would each make homemade gifts for one another.
This is not a new activity for me. I've been making homemade gifts for people ever since I got into University and couldn't afford to purchase people fancy extravagant gifts. So I would pour my heart and soul into these little items and hope that the recipients would appreciate them, even if they were sup-bar creations.
As you may have noticed from a couple of my previous blogs, I have embarked on the DIY and funky homemade items quite a bit this summer. I am very proud of the new items I have added to my repertoire of 'things'. Mostly because I was getting bored of making people paintings and poems and other artsy-fartsy fuddy-duddy things. Don't get me wrong, I loved making those too, but new things are always exciting!

So, finally, I will reveal the secret of what I have made my two good friends:

I made them Ugly Teddies *copyright *patent pending

They were so well received that I even gave my work one on my last day (along with some mythological libations).

They were so easy to make (as you can probably tell), even though I had to hand sew them and make my own pattern. I figured it out, and they turned out so ugly that they're kind of cute.

I've decided that I am going to continue making these Ugly Teddies and if they start to sell I will make sure all the proceeds go to "Changing the World" (in one way or another), and the slogan that Marley and I have come up with will be "Making the World Beautiful with a Little Bit of Ugly".

Also, I have to give credit to my Aunty Janice, who was there when I was finishing up the last one and gave me some pointers on how to make them a little bit quicker and better. She got inspired and whipped up a REAL dinosaur in one afternoon. Show-off. Kidding.

So there you have it: Ugly Teddies.

Until next time,

Dillon

This challenge was hard. / Writing haiku poems should be / easy. Not for me.

It seems the challenge blog was actually was quite a challenge - especially for me. If you haven't noticed or caught on, however, it seems that pretty much everything (this blog included) is a bit of a challenge for me. 

For our challenge blogs Dillon very creatively challenged me to take photos each day for the rest of the week and write an accompanying Haiku poem for each photo. He felt this would be a good way for me to work on a little bit more writing, as in case you haven't noticed, I've been the worst out the three of us in this blogging adventure. Let's just say I'm happy he chose Haiku's and not frigging Sonnets because three lines and 17 syllables was challenging enough, let me tell you!!

This is the definition of a Haiku, according to the Google!

 

"hai·ku

ˈhīˌko͞o,ˌhīˈko͞o/

noun

noun: haiku; plural noun: haikus; plural noun: haiku

a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world."

 

 

Not included in this definition is the mention of juxtaposition which Dillon also challenged me into doing. For those of you unfamiliar with what that means, it basically means placing two contrasting ideas next to each other. So usually what this means with a Haiku is that you need to break up the lines somehow and provide the poem with two different thoughts. I think I did my best with that? You'll have to be the judge. Or maybe Dillon can - he is the teach after-all!

 

 So, without further ado, I will let you see what I have created!

 

 

 

The bird sings a song
to welcome the shining sun.
Moonlight guitar strum.

 

Motionless today
Waiting to swing life away.
The skies the limit.

 

Blazing fire, cold ice
Tingle the senses tonight.
Tomorrow can wait. 

 

Awake the morning.
Granddaddies’ strokes of colour
decorate the day.

 

 

Fresh catch of the day.
Brothers, friends, enjoy summer
nights while they still can.

 

Sunny clear blue skies
Water. Crisp, cool, shimmering.
Summer dwindles on.

There you have it, folks! Those are my Haiku's. I think Dillon was expecting me to stick with my usual comic route as he stated in his challenge that he thought what I would come up with would be hilarious and entertaining (this is not an actual quote as he challenged me this like a month ago and I don't exactly remember what he said). I decided to stick to the typical nature-esque form of the Haiku and write about things that I truly enjoy, take for granted, and mean something to me. I hope that you can get that from the poems. 

I considered writing a little bit about what each photo and poem meant, but I think poetry is best left for the reader to interpret. Perhaps I'll write another blog about that one day.

But with this blog coming to an end I have two confessions:
1) Dillon - I cheated. Although I did take photos (almost) every day for the week I only used two of them. I wasn't happy with the others/suck and used earlier photos and ones that were taken later.
2) The last haiku was not written by me. It was written, however, by a darling friend of mine, Kimberley!! I told her at work this morning I had totally sucked at my blog and conned her into writing one for me. Thank a bunch, Kim!! I am most definitely excited to have you featured on my entry this week.

What do you guys think of the poems?? I hope you like them!! Be sure to check out Dillon and Jazmin's challenge blogs, as well. Dillon had to wear only 6 articles of clothing for the week and Jazmin had to eat food that only she prepared (this seems absurd but the girl literally lives off taquitos and Lunchables) ! Both are fabulous entries with delightful, and delicious pictures to accompany them!!

Until next time,

xoxo, Cale
The Sassy Friend.