I was nominated to post one picture that makes me proud to be a dog owner on Fb. This is my reason !

 

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Proud Dog Owner

So I was nominated to post a single picture that makes me proud to be a dog owner! You are probably wondering why this is relevant to my blog? Well let’s just say both my dog and I spoil each other rotten!! My Kobi has taught me unconditional love and loyalty. This is my story behind my picture.

Growing up I was never really allowed to have a pet in the house, unless it lived in a tank filled with water, rocks and some sort of silicone plantation. My parents thought it was too demanding and dirty. So luckily, back in the late 80’s, the hottest toys were pound puppies. One of my fondest memories as a kid was opening my gift, Christmas Eve and uncovering a miniature, light brown pound puppy! I was so ecstatic that I was too eager to give it a name. I treated that stuffed animal as if it were real. I remember bringing my dog everywhere, especially to school. But it wasn’t until one day I arrived home from school and noticed I have misplaced my pound puppy!!! OMG!! I went ballistic!! I was crying like there was no tomorrow. I went on a desperate man hunt to find my dog but I never ended up finding it. I was so sad, crying everyday wanting my toy back. My mother tried to distract me by teaching me how to sew to get my mind off things but it steered me into making my own version of a pound puppy out of cloth, somehow it just didn’t ease the pain. I had all the toys at my disposable, Barbie dolls, other stuffed toys but it wasn’t the same. I think it was the first time I ever went through a depression lol.
Months passed and I was celebrating my 8th birthday. I was handed a big box as a gift having no clue as to what it was. I unwrapped it and to my surprise I saw a big, dark brown, stuffed, pound puppy with droopy eyes. My mom bought me a bigger version so I wouldn’t lose it again. My heart melted and I became overjoyed. I remember I named it “Sparky”, a simple 2 syllable name. I even wrote it on the back of his heart collar, along with my phone number. Lol !!! I easily became attached to my new dog because I finally got a second chance in owning a pound puppy. I loved my dog, it guarded me from the monsters underneath my bed, and it protected me from the lightning storms I was once afraid of. I felt safe having my puppy around me at all times. I loved it so much that I brought it with me to my high school grade 9 trip to Toronto, and kept it by my side all way in my 20’s. As I grew older, I used my toy more as a head support then what I originally used for. I think after I moved out at age 25 that was the last thing I left behind at my parents place and I never questioned it until…..
Fast forward to my late 20’s, early 30’s, I never had a feeling or even a thought about owning a pet. It was also during the time Facebook was slowly getting recognition and I signed up for it in early 2007. I was consumed by this network of personal news that I was merely looking at posts of pics of babies and pets. And I remember I was truly annoyed at looking at these images that I never understood why owners would treat these animals as if they were their child. I just couldn’t grasp it, I thought it was crazy. But it wasn’t until November 2012… I felt disconnected and incomplete. I started to do research on cute, small, dogs. I saw more and more pics come up on my news feed that I became attached. Back then I lived back home with my mom so I had to convince her in owning a pet. Besides, I was old enough to make my decision in owning a dog, I figured why not give it a try. And so, I asked my mom several times, every time I pushed her she turned down the idea. So I left it at that.
It wasn’t until January -February 2013, my life changed in an instant, I met my BF and his companion Kobi.

Kobi, back then was a 2-year-old Rottweiler full of energy and spunk. The first time I met Kobi he left a trail of pee in front me because he was so excited of my presence. But it wasn’t till Kobi followed a series of commands that completely changed my thought process on big dogs. With a few simple words , “Up, Down, roll, paw and kiss”, Kobi sealed the deal. To my amazement Kobi followed through and obeyed without hesitation. This was the first time I saw this kind of interaction between master and dog. I immediately fell in love with Kobi (as well as my future companion/BF lol) and life slowly became to unfold itself.
It wasn’t till one day, Kobi laid flat on his stomach, head down, with his eyes very droopy staring at me that it hit me. He looked exactly like my pound puppy. I couldn’t believe it. It was like it all came together. Before I met my BF, I originally wanted to own a small, miniature dog but it never fell through. Just like when I got my miniature, stuffed, pound puppy as a kid, I never really held on to it for more than a month. And now here I am owning my very own big, pound puppy. (Well Rottweiler ) it’s funny how life catches up to you and makes you realize that ” it ” (it meaning your job, life lessons, your goals, or your past ) is always there to guide you through your next lesson in life.
After I discovered that theory, I immediately went to my moms place desperately searching for my old pound puppy. My mom later told me that, (like everything else that meant the world to me ) she threw it away because it was old and it had a hole. I was disappointed and in disbelief but can you blame her? I was in my 30’s there was no point in keeping it lol. In the end I merely wanted to find it so I can take a picture of it, show its resemblance of Kobi and then disregard it. Besides I have my real version lol’ and I’m thankful for that !
So now that you know my story on how I became a dog owner, lets cut to the chase. The picture I chose that made me proud to be a dog owner is the picture above. It was June 2013 and it was the first time I ever took care of Kobi on my own. I eagerly took him to the park that day and made the best of it. We walked around the block, ran to the park, played fetch and took a selfie to capture that moment in time. As I look back at that picture, Kobi and I have come a long way. He made me so proud to be an owner because he literally taught me how to be a dog owner through trial and error during the time we spent together (especially when we transitioned to his raw food diet). With patience and guidance he showed me unconditional love even during my off days. His grand stature would sometimes scare others who were afraid of dogs in the beginning, but as soon as they met with My Kobi, they immediately fell in love with him. We call it “the Kobi Effect”. He turned many dog haters into dog lovers, one of them being my mother. My mother till this day is his number #1 fan, her protector and is known to him as “Nonna”. She loves him as if it her own. He just exudes so much happiness and admiration.
Fast forward to 2016, and Kobi is presently 5 years old still having that same spunk the first time I laid eyes on him. His intelligence has surpassed my expectations since he now knows how to hug, how to fetch his own collar (especially if he wants to go for a walk ) and he knows a few tricks up his sleeves . But I slowly see his white hairs merging through. His age is slowing catching up to him since a dog’s life span is just a couple more years. Hence he has taught me to try to make the best of everything. His days consist of waking us up, eat, walk, play, smile, hug, eat some more and fall back to asleep. If only life were that simple, or maybe it is and we just take life for granted. I now get what is all the fuss in owning a pet . It literally is an extension of yourself . I am so thankful to have Kobi and my BF still by my side guarding me from the monsters underneath my bed and protecting me from any danger.

I hope you have enjoyed my little story on Kobi! I’ll probably make a section on dogs since he’s one of the biggest pleasure that spoils me RAW’tn!!

Feel free to comment below!!

FYI, I managed to find an image identical to my first, miniature and my second, large pound puppy, and took a picture of my Kobi . The resemblance is un canning!!

Pound puppies

Pound Puppies

 

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This is a “S’well” idea!!

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LET’S PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE…who should I buy this for??

If you are in need of searching for the perfect gift for someone special or you would like to treat your self to something, well this is the gift for you. I would like to present to you (with no pun intended on the gifts and presents) the S’well bottle.

Ok your probably thinking….what the…..???

It is not just any ordinary water bottle, it is THE WATER BOTTLE of the century. Throw away all your existing bottles and get this one. I am telling you it will change your life (ok not really) but you will be glad that you did!!

I have no idea how I discovered this bottle. (ok maybe I should start documenting the beginning of my researches) But I was doing a lot of Bikram yoga back in the days (a form of hot yoga done in a heated room of 40C). You see when you do yoga in extreme heat you sweat a lot. You have to stay hydrated before , during and after. So drinking water was very essential for me, it was my fuel to my every class. However, whenever I would bring my bottle to class, the water would be warm. Your probably wondering, why not put ice in it or freeze your bottle. Yes eventually that is what I succumbed to. But even then, drinking cold, brisk, water in a hot yoga room, breathing uncontrollable is a shock to the body. So I had to find something better. I searched many websites for water bottles, until I landed on the S’well website. I thoroughly did my research and I noticed it got rave reviews. I mean even Ellen and Oprah gushed over it (hello need I say more..).

What made this product so different from the others is its 18/8 double-walled stainless steel.  (This means that it has high-quality stainless steels and it contains 18% chromium and 8 or 10% nickel, making it non-toxic). This also provides great durability and insulation, it keeps drinks cold for up to 24hrs and hot for up 12 hours. And so I was sold! I bought my S’well bottle at a health food store in Montreal called “À Votre Santé” . They had so many colors to choose from. I was a kid at a candy store.

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S’well Bottles at “À Votre Santé”

As mentioned it comes in many colors but in 3 sizes, 9 oz (250ml), 17 0z (500ml) and 25 oz (1 liter). (I actually purchased 2 bottles, one that is 9 oz and the other is a 17oz).

First of all whoever is in marketing is a genius. From the look of the bottle, to the colors, right down to the material that they used to make this worth while.  Every bottle comes with it’s own, nice, cylindrical box and a small message.   (There is literally a small message in every bottle). The message is a strip of paper describing it’s contents and care as well its charitable affiliations.

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message in a bottle

 

After I purchased my bottle I was so exciting to use it that I left my S’well bottle of hot tea in my car in -32C weather for up to 8hrs. Eight hours later (because of my forgetfulness) I opened to take a sip thinking it was ice cold, to my amazement it was warm. Wow!! Revolutionary!! I then took it to all my hot yoga classes, and it had answered all my questions! This is an amazing product! It does more then expected. As mentioned from their site.

  • Keeps your drinks cold for 24 hours, hot for 12
  • 18/8 double-walled stainless steel, non-toxic, non-leaching and BPA free
  • 9oz & 17oz fit in a standard sized cup-holder
  • 25oz holds an entire bottle of wine
  • Bottles do not condensate
  • Mouth is wide enough for ice cubes and drip-free sipping
  • Vacuum sealed
  • S’well has teamed up with the U.S. Fund for UNICEF to help provide clean drinking water to children around the world

I can to attest to all of the above. But I would like to add my own PROS and CONS

PROS

  •  this could be great to keep milk warm/hot for newborns
  • fits in any purse or cup holder
  • easy to clean with warm water and soap
  • very sturdy with no dings (even though I bang mine into things)
  • no after taste when drinking from the bottle
  • it comes in cool designs, making it very stylish to bring with you
  • keeps liquids cold for 24 hrs and warm for up 12hrs -definite check
  • great for teas, coffee and soups
  • great to bring on vacation (especially if you want to keep cervezas in them!) or campgrounds
  • great gift idea
  • affordable for its size
  • motivates me to drink more water
  • using less plastic bottles

CONS

  • my bf keeps stealing mine
  • paint does get scratched overtime (but that is common with anything nowadays)

 

Ok so your probably wondering…

HOW MUCH DOES IT COST $$$$???

WHERE CAN I PURCHASE THEM??

You can purchase them online via their site S’well,  or you can buy them at Indigo’s website. Or if you live in the Montreal area you can physically buy them at the Indigo bookstore or at “A Votre Sante” Health Food store.

As for price, let’s just say it is less than $100. Which is a good thing! Depending on the size, the smallest can range from $25+, the medium and the large can range from $34-$50+, which is not bad if your giving it as a gift.

So I hope you enjoyed my post and my review.

Go ahead spoil yourself Raw’tn!!!

 

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REFERENCES

first picture photo credit:http://www.swellbottle.com/swell-bottle-lookbook

stainless steel information-http://planetarydesign.com/411-304-stainless-steel-french-press/

 

“The Silver Lining” of GOING GRAY

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So this is what happened…I stopped dying my hair and finally accepted going fully grey at 36.

 

First thoughts running through anyones mind, especially mine are,

WHY, why, WHY, WhY, wHy, Y, Y, Y ..
WHHHHHYYYYYYY, don’t do it!!!

Well this a sacred question….
Why am I actually doing it?
What led me to finally accept what nature gave me at such a young age?
Why did I mask it for so long ?

In all honesty I never thought I would ever go in public with my hair being in a mature state. If you have told me 5 years ago I would stop dying my hair, I would have told you to Eff Off.

I remember noticing white hairs in my 20’s. Of course I was in denial, I thought I was going naturally ash blonde, (at least that was what my mother used to tell me) nope it was a bunch of white hairs growing in underneath the crown of my head. I could never really explain how I got it at such a young age, but I do know genetics and hereditary plays an exceptional role. Most of my family members from my mothers side started to go grey at a young age. My great-aunt started to go fully white at age 30, never dyed it and lived to be 93 with no health scare in her lifetime. I guess back then 30 was the new 60, which meant that you were mature and wise for your age. I on the other hand hated having white hair. I am not talking about having one or two grey strands. I am talking about having a head full of more than 50 % white/grey hairs growing in ever so quickly every 2 weeks. But since I was so ashamed of my white hairs I started dying it, the most efficient solution. I would schedule my life literally around my hair, coloring in my roots. I was a slave to my hair. The worst was when I would go on lengthy vacations. I would hide my roots wearing bandanas, covering my hair thinking it was a fashion trend. All this to say that my hair was my life.

Since I had no other choice but to dye my hair, I figure why not have fun with it!! I went from being a brunette in my adolescent years to being every shade of blonde (highlights, dark blonde, strawberry blonde, beach blonde ) in my 20’s.
See photos below,

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It wasn’t until in my 30’s, I finally settled on being a beautiful auburn using only henna as the most cost-effective, safest and natural method.  As a blonde my hair became very dry in texture due to the constant bleaching and it was costing me an arm an a leg including my time to get the end results. Thanks to the age of the internet I researched the heck in finding the easiest and safest alternative to treat my hair, hence henna was born. And so I landed on this amazing page Henna for Hair . It’s a great knowledge base site about dying your hair with henna. I ordered a couple of packages from their site and the rest was history!

(Note if you do decide to dye your hair with henna, the quality of henna from this site is really good. The texture of the henna was fine and easy to apply, very smooth. And it really covered all my greys). 

Yes it is a messy and lengthy process, but boy did my hair shine in the sunlight. It took about an hour to apply the mud paste onto my head and 6- 8 hours to settle in my hair for best results. And then Voila! See pics below…

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I never had so many positive compliments being a redhead as I did being a blonde. But of course to every pro there is a con. I was using henna for a good 3 years and I did notice that my hair lost its curliness and my scalp was getting dry and itchy during the winter months, but I did not make much of a fuss, I loved it! Nothing could every change my mind…

[ So I guess at this point if your still reading I thank you for your patience in advance and your probably wondering “ok where is the part where she actually decides to go grey?” Well here it is…read further below ]

It was near the end of June 2015 and I was overdue for a root touch-up. So I go to my local grocery store preparing to clear out the shelf of henna until I found out that they no longer had it in stock and that I would have to wait a good few weeks. Instead of frantically going crazy finding my henna pusher, I literally changed my train of thought. I immediately went online searching for other safe hair products and I landed on this unique blog called How Bourgeois . I was in utter amazement and in shock as I landed on this blog.  A young woman by the name of Lauren, wrote a blog about her transition of going grey. I was thinking, here it is, a blog about someone going through the same struggles as I have. She made the color grey look so beautiful. I read her posts inside/out and just went on stalking spree,  googling “white hair tends, white hair, silver hair” and I was in complete shock. See photo below.

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Suddenly having “grey hair” was the “in” thing. Younger woman were asking to dye their hair silver. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Finally acceptance….grey hair at any age!!

It was at that moment I secured the deal. I started to let my hair down and let my roots grow out on June 24, 2015 and I never looked back. I am writing to you today close to the 6 month mark of going grey and my journey is still a long one, with no regrets. However the true “silver lining” behind my journey was during the 6 months in transitioning.  I soon found out that my mother had skin cancer at the crown of her head know as “basal cell carcinoma”. A type of skin cancer that is malignant and it can be removed safely without causing harm if treated early. See photo below.
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From what doctors say, it is a cancer that was caused by too much sun (since my mother is so fair skin with light eyes). However, I have reason to believe that it’s a combination of things besides the sun being its sole catalyst.  My mother stopped going in the sun in her 60’s (she is presently in her 70’s) and she is taking several medications. But the only thing she did consume the most was hair dye. She consumed it so much so that she eventually got a pimple at the crown of her head. She then stopped dying her hair because her scalp became sensitive to hair products. I would beg my mother to not let her roots grow in (this was 2 years ago) because it looked odd having the division of white and brown hair. But as months went by that little pimple later turned into a blister, the size of a dime, which ended up as a form of skin cancer. Luckily my mother got it diagnosed quickly and the doctors sliced the layer of skin that was harmful and is cancer free. It was during that time I felt proud of growing out my roots, almost like a badge of honor. It’s a symbol of my mothers background and genetics passed on from one generation to another.

My mother always told me less is more and accept what nature gave you. For all these years I tried to hide myself with make-up, hair dye and beauty products to look a certain way. All this made me ill to believe that we are so consumed of beauty and feminine consumable products to make ourselves appear forever young. A stigma, equating grey with old age . But it took 30+ years to let go of the petroleum, dependent products, to be free with myself and to discover that there are other natural methods to heal rather than tarnish.

Now that you discovered “the silver lining” behind my decision I thank you for reading my blog. I hope this was insightful and inspiring. I think if more people engage and accept “the gray hair movement ” maybe it will be the norm and only a myth of it being associated with aging.

I will post more blogs about transitioning into grey and the final outcome. Stay tuned!

Don’t forget to spoil yourself raw’tn!

 

 

 

 

Welcome Raw foodists!!!

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Welcome, to my first ever blog. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I discovered raw foods. What was holding me back you say… putting it all this together. But I finally got the guidance and courage to do so. I’m blogging so I can share my recipes and show other alternative methods of preparing foods.

My blog will not only consist of recipes, but I will also provide a beauty section of tips for a healthy living. I will also provide benefits for certain ingredients as well as specials from flyers in our local markets!! I’m also going to have several links on the basics , example what equipments are being used and what standard ingredients you need to start with. Basically I’m going to spoil u rawt’n!!! Ha (no pun intended).

I discovered a whole new world out there and I cannot wait for you to see it. So come along for the ride and spoil yourself!!