The Womance

I was so sure that I had created a new term.

It wouldn’t be the first time… Barf bag ripper. Wacky bat nuts. Those terms came from my brain, vibrated through my vocal chords, and then spat out of my mouth – and were quickly and firmly entrenched into the lexicon of modern English.

Last fall I spent a week at Royal Roads University doing a residency for my Communications Management Post-Graduate Certificate. During the residency, I met a very special group of ladies (and one man!), and we just clicked. 

To be clear: I don’t mean that we made a short, sharp sounds as of a switch being operated or of two hard objects coming into contact. Or, the act of selecting options on an electronic interface by pressing a button or touching a screen.

(I mean, we definitely did both of those things, but that isn’t what I meant by clicked.)

What I meant by clicked is that we immediately formed a very close relationship in a way that is usually associated with an empowering summer camp experience, or a tour of duty in Afghanistan.

In five short days, five of us went from strangers to best buds, and our friendship has continued to flourish. We may live in different cities in Western Canada, but we text and email regularly, we send holiday cards, and we meet up when we’re in the same city.

Last night we were texting, and one of the ladies commented on our bromance (you know, a close, emotionally intense bond between two men).

I replied: “You mean womance.”

I was so proud of myself. I wrote the word down on a scrap of paper: womance… Yet another phrase to be quickly and firmly entrenched into the lexicon of modern English. I felt super cool, self-important, and lofty.

And then I googled it and I found out its already a thing. (insert crying emoji.)

According to Wikipedia, womance (also called a sismance, or shemance) is a close but non-sexual relationship between two or more women. 

So it’s already a thing.

So many things are already things!

This happens to me all of the time: I’ll think of some thing, and then I’ll get all excited, and then I’ll google it, and then I’ll find out its already a thing, and then I’ll become so disheartened that I need to go lie down.

Creativity is really a blessing and a curse.


That’s already a thing.

I have to go lie down now.







The Sympathy

A note about this blog: I was already considering the subject of sympathy before I was struck down with the gruesome norovirus last week, which then transitioned into a monster cold/flu that had me down and out for the last seven days. 

As we all know, “sympathy” is a Latin term from the late 16th century, from Greek sumpatheia, from sumpathēs, from sun- ‘with’ + pathos‘feeling.’

Sympathy means, roughly (and, according to – feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else’s misfortune.

An example of misfortune could be* contracting the norovirus and then spending 14 hours on the cold, hard, marble floor of your bathroom between bouts of barfing and wondering if there is a God, and if there is a God why does she/he/they let very bad things (like the norovirus) happen to good people**, followed by three days of trying very hard not to barf. And then, just when you think it might be over, you are plunged into an extreme cold/flu that knocks you out for another four days, giving you plenty of time to consider your life’s choices, and where it all went wrong. Because when your face is dripping with mucus and fluid, no one can see your tears.

That is definitely an example of someone else’s misfortune where you might want to express some sympathy – maybe with a card, or some flowers.

We could all use more sympathy (“we,” meaning all of humanity).

Expressing sympathy means that we have looked up from our phones*** and thought about someone else, and their misfortune.

It’s nice to think of others.

It’s also nice for others to know that you are thinking of them.

It’s also nice to think of others, thinking of you, thinking of them.

For example, when I very, very sick last week (like really, really sick), I got a very thoughtful text from a friend asking how I was, and I have to say, I was really touched****.

As I laid on the cold, hard, marble floor of my bathroom, wiping the barf from my cheek, and weeping (and! questioning God!), I heard that familiar ding from my phone, and I thought: “Someone is thinking of me… Someone has looked up from their phone, and then looked back down at their phone, and used their finger to type me a short message. I’m going to use everything I have in me to get up off of this floor, and check my text messages.

It turns out that the ding was actually my cell phone provider alerting me about data overages.

But still.

Two days later, when I got that text from my friend asking how I was, I thought it was really nice of her to think of me.

Because I love sympathy.



* Just one example.

** Or, at least – people who try very, very hard to be good.

*** It’s always a phone.

**** Moved emotionally, not caressed or handled.

The Busy Is Real

Hello again.

It’s been a while.

First of all, I want to apologize.

(I’m a person who doesn’t mind apologizing. An apology means “I see you were harmed by my action, and that matters to me”. I know that there are many very unpleasant people that flat-out refuse to apologize no matter what they say or do, and I feel sad for those people.)

I am very sorry that it’s been so long since my last post. I know how much that each of you look forward to getting Hold Your Horse (the blog that you’re reading right now) delivered straight to your email inbox, along with valuable Bed, Bath and Beyond coupons.

I also know how much my blog brightens even the darkest winter days, and how it restores your faith in humanity, while also reminding you how valuable the gift of laughter really is.

I know all of these things.

I haven’t had time to write anything – except my name, and a 3800-word essay – for the past eight weeks because I have been so freakin’ busy.

I know that everyone is “busy”… everyone has lots of stuff going on at any one time. There’s lunch, and then there’s dinner, and then there’s that thing on Thursday with your cousins, and then there’s laundry, and then there’s paying bills, and then there’s work, and then there’s that important meeting, and then there’s all that paperwork, and then there’s the thing with the thing.

Busy! So busy!

I also know that people often tell people that they are “busy” as an excuse for not doing things they never wanted to do anyway.

That is not the case here!

The busy is real.

I have wanted to do all the things* (including write blogs for the enjoyment, of you, my attractive, stylish, and vivacious reader) but I just have not had the time (because of all the busy).

I’m going to try to post more regularly in the coming year because: a) I love to brighten dark winter days; and 2) when people tell me that they liked my blog, or that it made them smile, I am touched**.

Thanks for all the love and support this year.

Merry Christmas, and wishing you all the best in 2018.

Love, Kim



* Send cards, phone (anyone), attend holiday events, see people, talk to people, sing Christmas carols, make sweet love to my husband, see Star Wars, eat a balanced breakfast.

** Moved emotionally, not caressed or handled.


The Ref

So, I love sports now.

Pucks, balls, birdies – you name it – I love it.

Go sports!

The husband and I even like to occasionally take in a live sporting event from time to time. There’s nothing like it (there are obviously similar things to it, but nothing exactly like it – except for things that are exactly like it, like other hockey games, for instance).

Last week was one of those times.

We made our way to our seats, ready and excited to see some live sporting action.

Unfortunately, when you go to see a live action sporting event there is a factor you must take into consideration… A drawback to an otherwise lovely experience… You are not alone.

There are often (almost always) other people there.

At Rogers Arena in Vancouver, you are often surrounded by approximately 18,629 people, and often many of those people have been partaking in “loudmouth soup*.”

Last week was one of those times.

There were four gentlemen** seated directly in front of us that were partaking in a lot of things: mainly Parrot Bay Mango Coolers, but also (and in no particular order ), arm punching, SnapChatting, nudging each other hysterically, eating beefy burgers, and yelling at the ref.

One of the gentlemen** yelled at the ref a lot… A lot! Things like: “F— you.” “F—ing zebra.” and the classic, “Ref, you suck.”

It got me thinking… What if the ref heard this guy? What if the ref not only heard him, but took it to heart, got rattled, and became so distraught that he questioned his life choices… What if the ref called in sick for work the next day (even though he wasn’t really sick), but just so he could cry… What if the ref found himself googling, “career change” and then remembered how much he liked the game Operation as a young boy…. What if the ref went back to school to become a doctor… What if the ref not only became a doctor, but went on to complete an additional doctorate degree in cancer research, and then found a cure for all major cancers???

I mean, I guess then we would all have to hand it to the Parrot Bay Mango cooler-swilling ninny in section 301, row 12, seat 107, wouldn’t we?

* stands, starts slow-clapping *




* The term respectively stolen from a masterpiece titled Dumb & Dumber.

** I use the term loosely.


Go sports!


The Peafowl

I recently spent a week at Royal Roads University doing a residency for my Communications Management Post-Graduate Certificate.

I could go into detail about how it was one of the best weeks of my life, I learned a lot about myself and others, and I made some amazing new friends…

But, I won’t.

Because I actually really want to talk about peafowl (people don’t spend enough time talking about peafowl).

Royal Roads is known for a lot of things*, and one of those things is the many peafowl – peacocks and peahens – that wander its grounds.

Here’s one wandering now…

For your information, many peafowl happen to be called a bevy (seriously), and while it’s not my favourite type of bevy**, it’s not a bad bevy.

(A bevy of peafowl is really a sight to behold, and I sincerely hope you have the privilege one day.)

Did you know that when a peacock fans its ornamented train for the ladies during mating season, its feathers quiver, emitting a low-frequency sound inaudible to human ears?

Well, it does.

It’s facts like that one that make me realize my decision to talk about peafowl (instead of one of the best weeks of my life), was indeed, the right decision.

Why did the peafowl cross the road?                   No seriously.

I mean, I could tell you about how my group came together to create a presentation on leadership and team-building best practices for an IBM executive in a mere four days; and how we re-energized by dancing to Michael Jackson by the ocean; and how we sustained ourselves with beer and chicken strips; and how we knocked our presentation out of the park (a home run); and how we became forever friends in the process… But, did you know that peafowl can fly, despite their massive trains?

I sure didn’t!

I mean, I thought I was just going to take a Post-Graduate Certificate in Communications Management, and attend a residency on campus – no big whoop – but then I end up learning so much about peafowl (and myself, and others, and humanity in general…)!

Who knew?

I sure didn’t.



* I’m not entirely sure of what all the things are, but I do know that it’s a lot of things.

** Um, that’d be Scotch Whiskey.



The Mind, It Boggles

Do you ever think about the fact that we are all just clinging to earth, as it rotates on its axis, at around 1674 kilometers an hour, and also orbits around the sun, traveling 940 million kilometers each year (give or take)?

I mean, it is pretty crazy, right?

We are all part of this constant, even movement that’s been going on for hundreds of millions (possibly billions, maybe even trillions) of years.

It’s mind-boggling!

Sometimes it actually boggles my mind, and I have to stop and have a stiff drink.

The idea that we are all hanging out, and hanging onto, this precious earth, as it spins and orbits, oh, and also gives us everything we need to sustain human life (water, air, food, and a new season of Will & Grace)… I mean, it’s all just too much to think about sometimes (a Gin & Tonic helps).

But here’s the thing: it’s worth thinking about sometimes!

It is important – and necessary – to consider the earth, the miracle that is life, and why you are on this earth right now.

In Casablanca, Humphrey Bogart’s character Rick delivers a famous line: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine,” referring to his chance encounter with his ex, Ilsa, who walks into a club with her current husband (who happens to be a Czech resistance leader wanted by the Nazis). I mean, it’s quite the coincidence.

But you, being here, on this earth, right now, is also a rather large coincidence. Possibly too large.

So, maybe it’s no coincidence?

Why are you here, on this earth, right now – as opposed to being here (on this earth) during the middle ages, or Proterozoic era, or (and I wish this was true for me) the Ming Dynasty?

Good question, and one that is definitely worth pondering.

I am of the opinion that we all have a purpose.

Everybody’s purpose is probably different, but they most likely involve showing love, being kind, and caring about other creatures (people, animals, bugs, some types of flowers) that also happen to be here, on this earth, right now.

I don’t know what my own purpose is, but I think it’s worth thinking about.

Why am I here, on this earth, right now? (I need a drink.)

Some people think our universe is all just a huge fluke, and there is no reason for our existence. They might be right.

But I don’t think they’re right.

Unless this is all a Truman Show-type hoax?


The “Hi, how are you?”

I love to disarm people.

And by disarm I mean, to divest or relieve of hostility, suspicion; win the affection or approval of; to charm.

I also love to disarm people by depriving them of a weapon or weapons. Both ways of disarming are obviously great, and helpful in many situations, but I’d like to speak to the former.

A few of my friends have said when they go through TSA at the airport, or cross the border at a land crossing, they get very, very anxious.

And it’s not because they are smuggling drugs (as far as I know).

They are just normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill Canadians that want to get on a plane or do a Trader Joe’s run. These are good people, with nothing (or very little) to hide, that are just jonesin’ for a jar of Tomatillo salsa. But for some reason they get sweaty palms and a dry mouth when they talk to a TSA agent or border guard.

Maybe it’s the crew cut, or the dark shades, or the attitude, or the fact that they have a gun*?

Or, maybe it’s because they (my friends) have  unconsciously-held issues with authority that makes them respond to power and/or control in inappropriate ways, and perhaps they find themselves fluctuating between over-compliance and hostility? I mean, I’m no psychologist, but that’s probably it.

Whatever it is that makes people so nervous and awkward that they blurt out their SIN number, mother’s maiden name, and sexual history (when he just asked you the purpose of your trip), I can help.

It’s called, the “Hi, how are you?”

It’s very easy… (I really wish I could make money from sharing this information with you).

As you approach the TSA agent or border guard – before they have a chance to say anything – smile and say, “Hi, how are you?”

It literally disarms them.

And by “disarm” I mean, to divest or relieve of hostility, suspicion; win the affection or approval of; to charm – I do NOT mean, depriving them of a weapon or weapons*.

It’s just that simple.

Those four little words literally disarm them (again, I mean to divest or relieve of hostility, suspicion; win the affection or approval of; to charm – I do not mean depriving them of a weapon or weapons*).

Most people do not extend pleasantries to their TSA agents or border guards, which is a shame because their job is tough, and thankless (without thanks), and I’m sure they would benefit greatly from a few more positive interactions at work**.

So, next time you find yourself face-to-face with a TSA agent or border guard, just say, “Hi, how are you?” and feel free to thank me later***.

A few notes:

  • You must say it quickly, all in one breath: Hi-how-are-you?
  • You must have your music off.
  • You must have your sunglasses off.
  • You must be a woman.
  • You must not try to be funny.
  • You must limit eye contact to six seconds.
  • You must not be chewing gum.
  • You must not be smuggling drugs.

See? Easy!



* I’m obviously talking about the TSA agent or border guard.


*** Who wouldn’t?

**** With cash.



The Summer of George

Those of you who know me know that I love Seinfeld.

Like, really, really love Seinfeld.

I’m talking more than pizza, and weddings, and Roald Dahl books, and sauvignon blancs, and friends, and receiving mail, and cave-aged cheeses, and really anything else that I profess to love.

It really goes beyond love and is best described as a “frenzied passion”.

I digress.

As you may know, Seinfeld was full… brimming, packed, saturated… with cultural and comedy references that shaped my world view, and are still very much relevant to this day.

Case in point: the 156th episode of Seinfeld titled, “The Summer of George.” George is laid off from the New York Yankees, and receives a severance package equal to three month’s salary. He decides that he’s going to take some time off to become physically active and take full advantage of the summer.

Like George, I was also laid off at the beginning of summer. I was working on a short contract as a project coordinator and it turned out they weren’t going to need me as long as they thought they would, so I received a severance package. I decided I was going to take some time off to become physically active and take full advantage of the summer…

On Seinfeld, George does not become physically active, nor does he take full advantage of the summer. Instead, he becomes very, very lazy. He wears pajamas all day and doesn’t leave his apartment.

I almost became like George.

The first few days I was lethargic and listless (without a list!), but then I bought the June 2017 issue of The Oprah Magazine. There, on the cover, was Oprah* – living her best life – with the heading, “Your One Wild and Precious Summer!”

When is she not living her best life?

I realized that I needed to start enjoying my one wild and precious summer*!

My summer has been full of BBQs, beach days, ice cream (a lot of ice cream) traveling, cocktails, friends, family, flip-flops, sunshine, etc. I have been living my best life!

(Admittedly, my best life is probably meh compared to other people’s best life (like Oprah), but still… I’m enjoying the heck out of my one wild and precious summer!)

And guess what?


There are 37 more days of summer left!

Get out there and enjoy your summer*****!



* Oprah’s always on the cover.

** Admittedly, I wasn’t exactly sure what Oprah meant by “wild” because I’m not sure that her “wild” and my “wild” are similar. I mean, Oprah’s “wild” could be combining fish with cheese in a casserole, and my “wild” could be going to a foam party at a club in Berlin***.

*** I would never do this****, but I do consider it to be the very definition of wild.

**** I know people that have done this.

***** Why the heck are you reading this blog when you should be out enjoying your one wild and precious summer?

I wish I liked anything as much as Oprah likes the beach.

The Tom Selleck Coincidence

Who doesn’t have a crush on Tom Selleck*?

I mean…

He was Magnum, P.I.** for goodness sake.

Now I’m a married woman, but I can still appreciate beauty in all of its forms… A crimson sunset, a blossoming flower, and a handsome man with a significant mustache.

If you’ve ever wanted to sleep with Tom Selleck, now you can***!

At Seattle’s Kimpton Palladian Hotel, each room features a pop-art pillow with a different celebrity portrait. When my husband and I recently visited the Palladian we were pleasantly surprised to find this beauty in our room:

Of all of the handsome male celebrities that could be featured on a pillow… Tom Selleck is definitely one of them****.

I must pause for a moment, to ask a very serious question: Do you believe in fate? Chance? Circumstance? Destiny? A predetermined course*****?

Well, I do now.

We didn’t think much of the pillow in the room, until we switched on the television later that evening and what should be on, but Friends. You know… the TV show about six 20-30-something friends living in Manhattan featuring an ensemble cast starring Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Matt LeBlanc, Matthew Perry and David Schwimmer.

I know what you’re thinking, “When is Friends not on?” and that is a valid question (answer: never).

But the fortuity****** of this incident is that it was an episode featuring Tom Selleck!

The universe is obviously trying to tell me something!

But what?

Please send all theories******* about what it could possibly mean, and what the universe is trying to tell me to:



* I’m obviously referring to 1980s Tom Selleck.

** And Quigley!

*** Something to keep in mind… He’s now 72.

**** Because he is a handsome male celebrity.

***** All synonyms for fate.

****** Another word for coincidence.

******* Or, hypotheses.

(Yes, I went a little crazy on the end notes.)


The Wisdom

I love John Hughes.

There is no other writer slash director that captured youth, or jejuneness,* the way John Hughes captured youth (or, jejuneness*).

It’s like he never forgot.

He grew up into an adult, but still remembered exactly how being a teenager felt… His characters reflected the angst, the awkwardness, and the inexperience of being in that graceless phase, AKA, the springtime of life.

John Hughes’ movies were full of philosophical gems, worthy of contemplation.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is my favorite movie of all time, and it is chock-full of them… pearls of wisdom that should be reflected on, meditated on, studied, and chewed:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

I’m no expert in Philosophy** but I think what John Hughes is trying to say is that life moves very fast, and if you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it. It seems fairly obvious – but then again, how often do you really just stop and look around?***

Another great quote from Ferris Bueller:

A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, “I don’t believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.” Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus, I’d still have to bum rides off people.

You should definitely believe in yourself (at all times), even if you are a member of The Beatles and consider yourself a walrus. And, carpooling is a virtue.


“First of all you can never go too far. Second of all, if I’m going to be caught, it’s not gonna be by a guy like that!”


And, another:

“The question isn’t ‘what are we going to do’, the question is ‘what aren’t we going to do?'”

Life is what you make of it. You’re either in the game, or standing on the sidelines. Think big. And then think even bigger. Skip school (or work), “borrow” a Ferrari, go to a museum, take in a ball game, sing karaoke in a parade, and then swim in a stranger’s pool. Dance, hide, run, smile, kiss, and do whatever else takes your breath away.

Most importantly… You have this one life. Don’t forget to live it to the fullest.



* I was looking for a way to use the word, jejuneness.

** I dabble.

*** You might want to try it right now?