About Karen

 Welcome to my blog where I will continue to amaze you with my take on being a kinesiologist, decorating a house, drinking Starbucks and wearing skinny jeans that have shrunk after washing. For those of you who already know me, this is just a continuation of the adventure of mundane life. For those of you that are being introduced to this madness for the first time, I hope you have a sense of humor.

I live in Toronto. Toronto happens to be the ONLY city in North America that has a REAL castle (this could be misinformation by the Toronto Tourist Board) in addition to being the city where I take the slowest bus ride to work and drink Starbucks. I work in a tiny little physiotherapy clinic as a kinesiologist. For those of you who don’t know what that is, its basically a job where I tell you that you have no excuse for not exercising.

My desk at work  is an ergonomical disaster so I keep myself from having a permanent neck impairement by regular rigorous gym workouts. Let’s be honest though, I actually like going to the gym because the front desk guy is cute and the endorphins give me confidence to flirt shamlessly innocently.

My dream job would be to write. But I have no intention of quitting my day job just yet. I don’t like jewellery and my mother once told me that no boy will want to marry me if I didn’t wear gold. I don’t like to scoff at my mother’s theories because she’s usually right. Boys, what do you think?

In addition to spoiling myself by drinking Starbucks and looking fabulous wearing jeans (the skinny kind) I also blog about analogies, having bad days, happiness, unicorns, pet peeves, being skeptical, religion and annoying things. I like purse shopping. A lot. However, lately my work purse has started to get so heavy that I started to develop hip pain because I carry “dead bodies in my purse” (according to my boss).

I’ve switched to ‘carrying dead bodies’ in a backpack now. I hate carrying backpacks so I bought a cute little Jansport backpack with pink polka dots (no joke) to make myself feel better about not being able to carry a purse. Now, I look like an 8th grader. Say no to hip pain is what I always like to say.

So there you have it. My bigger and better organised blog for your reading pleasure. Leave comments because apart from being vain and loving the attention, I also take comfort in the fact that I might have made my friends laugh, cry (from laughing) or think (that they will probably piss their pants laughing).