So, I turned 33 on the weekend! When I say that number it sounds kind of crazy because I don’t feel much different than I did at 22, 26 and 30. In fact, I really like being 33.
I remember being younger than I am now and saying “oh I would never do that”, “I would never wear that”, etc. One specific thing is wearing a purse over my shoulder. At that time I thought fanny packs were the way to go and having a shoulder purse seemed so “old”. However, as I got older I migrated towards the over the shoulder version. I am very strange about expiration dates. I think this dates back to an elementary school experience I had with drinking sour milk. In grade two Mrs. Broussard made me drink it and I have been milk scarred ever since. I recall Mom looking at something that was over date smelling it, cutting mold of it and saying “it is fine”. I would start gagging and being terribly dramatic. Well guess what? I now smell things and I cut off mold from cheese. What has happened to me?
There is one thing I will NEVER do. Yesterday I made my way to Miami via the Philadelphia airport. I had about 1.5 hours to spare so I was just strolling around. Along my stroll I decided to pop into a washroom to have a pee. This is where it happened. Why is it that every time I go in an airport bathroom some older woman comes in and literally blows her arse off in the stall beside me? As in, this women let out a fart that was so loud it nearly lifted me off the toilet I was on. No matter what age I am I will forever be clenching my butt cheeks in a public washroom or at least ensure that I am 100% alone. That is one thing I will never do.
The Emilie Chiasson report 
Coming from a communicator I would totally agree. Any time Bernie and I have done any travelling, meeting people has been a big highlight. Can you imagine you and I meeting for the time at a swim up bar. I know there would be a few good stories shared. I agree it would appear that some people’s best time is taking a picture of the themself and posting it. Don’t change a thing Em.