Liking... Fuzzy cat cuddles when I wake up oh so early. Coral everything. Coral is my new happy color. House finches. I read this post over the weekend and felt all melty-happy inside. Soft, dense snowfall on an evening walk. (To get beer, and food. Natch.) Shopping trips with pals who try on pretty dresses. (Boys feel adversely towards the trying on of dresses.) New books for my classrooms. Funny things that kids do. ("Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Spongebob." !!!!) Holding hands with cute bearded men. Well, man. :) I'm pretty impressed that I wrote this on a Monday morning. February, look what you do to me. <3 S
No, not the game. Although I've actually never played, which fills me with a bit of shame. Anyhow. I've decided that 2013 is the year of caution and throwing things like caution to the wind. I think I've been too protective of myself for too long, so this year, all the things shall happen. But not playing with fire dad, don't worry. I'm not crazy. Step one of Project Sassypants (just trying that name out...we'll see) will follow soon. In the meantime, this:
Sunday is for many things. It's for sleeping in, for excessive coffee drinking, for running (especially if you're me), and for laze in general. Also, it's for internet shopping. I get a particular thrill out of sorting through many Etsy duds to find that amazing gem. I love that you can like something. And put it in your shopping cart. And then remove it when you lose the courage to actually spend dollars on said gem. Oh Etsy. You're so special. The following are Etsy finds that you are not allowed to buy. Seriously.
This post is brought to you from the bus. I figure it's where I spend a good portion of my day, so why not detail some of the time I spend in transit. Prepare to be riveted. Every day I catch a bus at 6:30 a.m so that I can begin my hour long trek in to school. (Let's point out that this means I get up around 5:30. Let's also not dwell on this fact, as I spend the greater part of my day trying to convince myself that I am, indeed, awake.)
Usually, I take a grand total of 3 busses each way, but I recently met a very kind bus driver. (Who today told me his name is Carlos "just like that show Desperate Housewives" because he is great.) My new driver lets me stay on his bus all the way to school as it changes into my last bus. For all you transit enthusiasts, this. is. rad. While on the bus, I do a number of great things. Here they are in no particular order: Read the Paper - Now, let's point out that the paper I read is the Metro. The Metro contains all sorts of ground breaking news such as facts about Justin Beiber, what I can do with my five kids on snow days, and of course, my horoscope. Complete a Sudoku Puzzle - When Derek and I first met, he introduced me to Sudoku. Now there's no going back. I get a sick thrill from completing a Sudoku puzzle during the last leg of my bus ride. Also from using a colored pen to do so. Super.
Internet- Now is the time when I can look up things on the interwebs free from prying eyes of judgement. (Clearly, Cricket's. He's such a judgey fur ball.) I research things like, "Who was that guy in orange on supernatural" or "vitamins for sleep" or "cat." It's a special time for me. I also e-mail, and text. It's all very good for stretching the thumbs. Read - This is last on the list because, as a modern lady, reading seems boring sometimes. But if the book is good enough, I'm down. I also enjoy cackling to myself as I read. It may be involuntary, but it's a nice bonus as it makes strangers give me the side-eye. I like this. Clearly, this list now also includes crafting rambling blog posts.
The following is a rambling account of what the extreme cold does to me. Enjoy. I cannot promise coherence, but it might be entertaining. I shall read this again when it's +30 and I'm whining about the intense heat. This week it has been cold around these parts. Cold. Chilly style cold. -40 style cold. Yikes. It's really given me a newfound sense of appreciation for my warm, cozy apartment and heating in general. Also, flannel. Flannel is great. It's also given me a horrible case of cabin fever. Or indoor fever? What does one who has no cabin say, really? Anyhow, this has been a week of hustling from one enclosed space to another and it's left me a bit worn out. So, in the spirit of taking a cleansing breath and reviewing so I may learn, let me list the events of this week (solely for the sake of self gratification, clearly).
Running Outside + 40 Below = Sad Face As one who derives great pleasure from exercise outdoors, my main issue was that I didn't get to run at all this week. Ugh. Ick! Lack of exercise makes me batty to say the least. Which is why on Tuesday I decided to work out with the lovely ladies at my school. It's been ages since I've done any sort of group fitness of any kind. It's actually kind of funny because I worked at a gym for a couple of years during university, and was an honest to goodness gym rat. These past few years I've been loathe to set foot in a gym; it's not really my bag anymore because I tend to enjoy the pace of working out solo... I'm much less likely to push myself beyond my limits. Case in point, Tuesday. We did a pretty crazy workout DVD in the school gym, and you know, I really enjoyed myself. I even went home feeling kind of self satisfied. Then, Wednesday came. And I could not walk. Literally, I was walking like a cowboy. And I remained stuck in a western for the rest of the week. Even today, sitting, standing, walking... they all seem to be skills I'm re-learning. It's actually kind of funny, which I'm sure I'll realize when I stop having to take pain killers on the regular. Today the cold snap finally ends and I can lace up my shoes again and prance around the glebe at my own pace. Hurrah!
We Fell Down. Like, A Lot. Last Friday, Derek fell on the ice on his way home from a rad night out with the boys. I feel that this fall was partially my fault as I'm 98.97658% sure that he was rushing on my account (that number is based in actual math calculations - true fact). Anyhow, he was carrying all of the computers he owns (that's many computers), and went down on one knee so that he could save them from an icy fate. It was a valiant effort, but I'm sorry to say that his knee suffered for that brave act. Also, this Monday, the second I set foot out the front door to rush to my bus, I wiped out on our front steps. My bags went flying, my hand broke my fall, and it was 6:30 a.m. badness. I started walking to the bus stop and then realized my hand was bleeding something fierce. Half asleep me had this moment of wtf, which only those who take public transit can understand. Nothing is worse than missing your bus, especially if it means waiting in the cold for a half hour as a result of that missed bus. So, I did what any self respecting girl scout would do, and dug around in my purse until I found something absorbent to shove into my mitt as I set out for the hour long commute to school. Fun times. I also fell twice at school. I think that ice is not so nice.
Indoor Recess Is No-one's Friend, Teachers everywhere know that if kids have indoor recess, craziness is sure to follow. Now, take that craziness and multiply it by, oh I don't know, a WEEK of indoor recesses, and you have the level of stir crazy fun that existed this week. I know the kids can't help it. They're little and have so much energy to spend even on a good day, but my sanity suffered this week for sure. At noon yesterday I noticed I'd developed a twitch in my right eye, which is pretty indicative of the crazy brain. Everyone has a limit, and I reached mine this week. My grade 4's were my saving grace this week. They are adorably hilarious and they get my jokes, which is either positive or worrisome... who's to say? This week my 4's and I took many a dance break via YouTube dance videos. And although I have no co-ordination, nor will I be going on the road to achieve my Flashdance style dreams (which don't actually exist, by the way, it's just for jokes), a good time was had by all. If you, too enjoy a hilarious, PG good time, this or this will knock your age nice inner self's socks right off.
Creativity or Lack Thereof. I started painting the canvas above at the end of the holiday break. That means that it's been sitting in our dining room on my easel for almost a month. Everyone goes through creative slumps once in awhile, and I know that happens to a lot of people in the dead of winter when sunshine and motivation are at a minimum. My plan is to get into a head space where I can just say fuck it and get going on making pretty things again.
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This weekend is rife with the busy! Derek is at a game jam, we have meets with the parents, there shall be bridesmaid dress hunting (fingers crossed!!), and a sweet sweet acoustic show featuring Kings Quest on Sunday aft. Oh, and cleaning. Heh. Here's what I took silly photos of on my iPhone, enjoyed immensely, and/or bookmarked for funs this week: This quilt. Too girly? This book. Is. Hilarious. Thank you for entertaining me on the bus. These shoes, I like. They are impractical for my lifestyle. But bows are nice. Thank you Jenna for linking me to these adorable valentines. :) This song. It will be on my running playlist today! Am I seven years old for liking this? I might not care. In the spirit of the 4 in 1 acoustic set this Sunday, my fave for listening. Loving this, bought this. Fin!
This past year. It feels like it went by so quickly, but when I really think about it I recall so many huge personal milestones I know it was a long one. A challenging one. It gets easier every year to do the grown-up things. The things that the nine year old inside you whines "Do I haaaavee to?" about. This year, my inner nine year old has done her share of whining. Not too long ago, I was talking about how much we struggle with a very wise and lovely friend. This year she has gone through more than anyone should have to deal with. She has every right to say a big fuck you to the world and hibernate for as long as she likes and no one would have the right to say a single thing to contest her. If I were her, I'd likely have melted by now. But she remains one of the most positive, beautiful and inspiring people I've ever met. When I asked her why she was able to be so positive despite all the crazy, she was pretty upfront about her attitude. She was choosing to be positive, and choosing to move past it all. It's funny to say that I hadn't thought of things that way before, but I truly hadn't. Sometimes I forget that our brains have so much power over us. Anyhow. That being said, despite the hard things that have dropped in front of me this past year, I'm jazzed that I had so many things that were great in there too. Sapfest over! Below are a few shots to accompany some great memories and some goals for this new year. Yea!
Lazy summer days. Lush greenery. We were so lucky to have
such a delicious, beautiful summer break. Green is good!
Fall. My absolute favourite season.
Our neighbourhood is so picturesque, and we're
so lucky to live where we do. Mmm trees.
Too many boots. I officially purchased wayyyy too many boots.
I finally caved and bought my first (and definitely not last) pair
of Blundstones. So amazing - there's no going back! I also
