I never sleep well going into a Monday.
Nutmeg and cardamom are two excellent spices that pair quite poorly with shrimp.
Even when I think I am sitting up straight, I’m probably still slouching.
My hair is so long that sometimes when I work out my ponytail gets stuck in my armpits.
Sometimes I imagine Brian Mulroney looking at his son, and then looking at Justin Trudeau, and then thinking, “HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?”
I really must remember to let my bras air dry. I don’t want to give away all my hard earned cash dollars to BIG BRASSIERE.
Donuts are really great.
So is a cup of milky, hot, sugary coffee.
(But never together.)
Dance parties are always worth it, even if it’s only with one other person.
Sometimes it rains sideways, and this makes training runs very uncomfortable.
Richard Ayoade is a stone cold fox.
TopShop is currently trolling us all, but -
Put a bird on it!
Yesterday Mr. M and I bought our tickets for the Big Apple and I am SO EXCITED.
I cannot speak, or write “cleaning out my closet” without pretending that I am Eminem.
I like peanut butter M&Ms best.
Today, the sun is shining and the sky is a light daisy blue – a treat the likes of which we have not seen for many, many moons.
It is mindboggling to think that we are already into March. Indeed – minutes, days, weeks (and months!) seem to be careening by in the blink of an eye.
I just signed up to run the ScotiaBank Half-Marathon with Team Big Sisters. I’m hoping to raise $1000.00 (the same amount as 2011, the last year that I fundraised with the organization.)
After taking some time off to rest my little bones, I am back to full-on training mode. I ran 16km this weekend, and am looking to slowly amp up the mileage as the seconds kick down to my first race of the season: The Sunshine Coast Half on April 7th.
My darlings, do you ever feel as though you are standing the precipice of something huge, but you don’t know yet what it is?
I feel as though I am balancing precariously over a large, life-changing expanse, and I want so badly to jump into the void, only I cannot see what I will be getting myself into.
All my nerve endings seem to be extra-sensitive – and the winds of change are making my arm hairs stand on edge.
Maybe I will just have to Alice it – take a deep breath and crawl down the hole.
And if I catch a glimpse of a sign-post (pointing in any which direction), I will be sure to let you know.