Why not vacation in your own city?

I’ve just returned from an amazing vacation in Spain – maybe a not so #humblebrag?! Can’t help it – I’ve wished for it for a long time. And it was pretty much exactly what I expected – outstanding and yummy!


So wonderful that coming home was a bit of a downer. But, I don’t want it to be. Vacations are incredible. It’s like a different world. Thing is – you have to come back to reality. If you’re independently wealthy – stop reading now.

If you’re still with me – you have to work for a living like I do and understand that vacations are a wonderful perk that you are lucky to have once in a while.

However, does everyday life have to be boring? I think not. I’ve decided that you can have a “vacation” anytime you want – wherever you live.

Do you know everything about your own city? I don’t. I spent 6 fabulous hours at the Prado until I couldn’t even look at another painting (or stand long enough to see one) but I don’t think I’ve spent more than a few hours ever at the AGO.

That’s going to change. I’m making a list of things I’d do in Toronto if I were a visitor. Then I’m gonna do them. One at a time so I feel like I’m on vacation all the time in my own city.

Until I can jet away somewhere else of course.

Who’s with me?


Are you guilty of the #Humblebrag?

Why is it so hard to find a good, semi-stylish pair of walking sandals to wear while touring Spain? I’ve been looking for several weeks and just found what I hope will be the right pair. Now I only have one week to break them in.

There. I did it. Did you notice? I just said that I’m GOING TO SPAIN! Yee haw – yes, it’s true – yippee yippee. Sorry, back to the post ……..

Maybe you didn’t notice me humble bragging about going to Spain because I couched it in complaining about shopping for shoes. But I did it.

A great article I read recently in ELLE magazine made me think about this (Why bragging is good for you. (Seriously!) By Sasha Johnson). Apparently, Harvard researchers conclude that 30 to 40 per cent of everyday conversation is devoted to sharing information about personal experiences.

Hell ya – I believe that – I’d say it’s even more. The article also says that being a little cocky pays off.

I know you do it. You can’t help it. It’s normal. Everyone does it. Not to worry. Keep humble bragging people.

When I come back from Spain I’ll tell you how great it was – humbly, of course!

What Happens at Home, Stays at Home

I’m not impressed. I just discovered that a work colleague lives in my condo complex (two separate buildings that share a parking garage, gym and rooftop patio). We ran into each other as I was cutting through the lobby in her building to get to mine.

You know what it’s like when you’re trying to process something that’s right in front of you, but it’s out of place or context? It was like that. We both stopped short and just stared at each other for a few seconds. It was a bit awkward.

“Whaaaat – do you live here?” I asked. “Yes! You live here too?” she said. YUP. Frankly, she didn’t seem too jazzed about the revelation either.

After a few minutes of chit chat about what a small world it is, we each went on our way. Now what? This is just great – NOT! It probably shouldn’t bother me. But it kinda does.

privacyI mean, it’s not because I’m trying to hide a deep, dark secret. I don’t run a brothel or a drug den out of my condo or anything. And this colleague seems like a perfectly nice person. But a girl likes to keep some distance between her work and home life.

Of course, there are times you choose to blend the two. I met many of my closest friends at work. But the key word here is “choose”.

Now I’m going to have to be careful whenever I leave my condo. I could run into her at any moment. And I can forget about going out on my balcony. Maybe she’ll see me.

I don’t want to have to worry about people whispering in meetings, “I hear Christine goes to the corner store with greasy hair, wearing ripped sweat pants. And you wouldn’t believe what she wears on her balcony!” And I can’t promise I won’t share any tidbits of info I might observe about the habits of said colleague.

I’ve given this a lot of thought and decided there’s only one reasonable solution. One of us has to move! Specifically, the person who moved in last.

Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing with this ultimatum. My building was built first. I bought my condo from “plan” and was one of the very first occupants. So, I’m not goin’ anywhere!

Now I just have to break it to her. She probably won’t mind. Maybe I’ll offer to help her pack?

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Happy Ending in 7 year Wait for a Puppy!

My niece begins her blogging career by documenting her wish for a puppy (I couldn’t be more proud)!

By: Breanna Malcolmson

Hi! My name is Breanna. I am Christine’s niece and I’m 10 years old.

I have been wanting a dog since I was three. In fact, I still remember the whole conversation – my mom and I were walking to the park and she was talking to one of our neighbors when I came up and asked her “can I have a dog?” She quickly, without thinking, said “Sure. When you’re 10, Sweetie.”

So over the past seven years I have been dog sitting, dog walking and doing pretty much anything that has to do with dogs.

Then, one morning on Sunday, June 16th, 2013, my whole family and I went to Doodle Acres to pick out our newest little addition. A week later, we brought our little puppy home. We named her Bailey.

baileyDespite the nips and the jumps, Bailey has been the best thing that ever happened to this family and I couldn’t imagine life without her.

I know this blog is called Wishing is for Wimps but I wished for a dog and now I have one and I don’t feel wimpy at all.

Editorial: My sister says she’s been waiting for a puppy for 35 years (since she was five) – she’s happy too!

Would you Like Some Cheese with your Whine?

Enjoy this great Guest Post from my very funny friend and co-worker!

By: Grace Lombardi (@Grace_Lombardi)

I’m honoured to be a guest blogger on Wishing is for Wimps. I love the idea of making your dreams come true – whether it’s that long dreamed of trip to Botswana or permanent hair removal on every problem area of your body.

I follow a similar philosophy in my life … Whining is for wimps. We’ve all had a friend who constantly complains about everything. It starts off as amusing, but then, when your friend complains that her recent trip to London sucked because the sidewalks were too crowded, it becomes annoying, and, frankly, a bit wimpy.Whining

Admittedly, I have been that friend in the past, complaining and carping on insignificant things until my whole perspective on life was negative. Whining is a first-world problem, so, in an effort to alter my world view, I started to adopt a new philosophy of positive reinforcement. Kind of a step up from, “if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say anything at all.”

As part of this new mindset, whenever I encounter a situation that puts a smile on my face, I make sure to acknowledge it. And after practicing this for a while, I’ve discovered that living positive has its benefits … Sometimes it’s just the reward of feeling really happy inside, and sometimes the rewards are more tangible.

For example, one Sunday night at a time when my work was overwhelmingly busy, I realized the only thing that would get me out of bed the next day was the idea of going to my favourite café for my morning coffee. So I emailed said café and described what I loved about my daily coffee experience. I thanked them for giving me such a great alternative to the Starbucks three doors down.

Shortly after, I found a very warm and personalized response in my inbox thanking me for my patronage and also advising that I would receive a gift card in the mail. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting anything. The gift card was a bonus.

Likewise, whenever I get great customer service, I make it my mission to contact the company and tell them about my experience. I feel like in small ways, this is helping to make the world a better place. Or at the very least, it helps to keep me positive.

Have I become a wide-eyed Pollyanna? No, not at all. And when service is bad, I find my voice too. But I think it’s equally important to accentuate the positive, as the song goes.

So with that being said, what’s the nicest thing someone has done for you lately?

Photo courtesy of bigmacleod01

How NOT to Conquer a Sweet Tooth

This is my public service announcement for the day! If you see these cookies in the grocery store and think, “They look good, I’m going to try them.” Don’t. Walk away. Leave the area as fast as you can. They’re not calorie worthy!


I should have known better. I caved. Don’t do what I did, do what I say. You’re welcome.