Happy first day of spring my lovelies!
We are, of course, still freezing our collective buns off out here on the West Coast of British Columbia, but hey, we made it through the wilds of winter (on paper, at the very least), and as such, are ready to embrace the warm, wet, winds of spring!
(Should they ever arrive.)
Hmmm, the combination of warm, wet and embrace sounds a little terrible doesn’t it? I feel like I’ve described the new season like I would a one-piece bathing suit, post-dip.
Somebody get me some brain bleach.
Scrub, scrub, scrub.
Over the past couple of days I’ve been working really hard at taking it easy. I went for a massage on Monday in order to deal with some tightness in my upper back and right hamstring, and yesterday, I made the important choice to rest, instead of running, when I arrived home after work.
I KNOW IT HAS ONLY BEEN LIKE, FOUR DAYS, SINCE I’VE STARTED WORKING ON THIS WHOLE BEING KIND TO MYSELF THING, BUT!
I am already feeling a heck of a lot better.
Let’s just see if I can keep this up.
There are so, so many things coming down the pipe over the next few months and I just want to write all about them here and now, but ACK. I cannot.
And it’s killing me.
But soon, my precious(ES).
In the interim, here are some snaps from MAD CENTRAL (population: 3) that we’ve taken of late:
YOU ALL KNOW HOW MUCH WE LOVE NYMERIA!
Either way I just cannot help myself…because, well, it’s just too funny.
Happy Wednesday you beauties!
I’ll leave you with a little something from the master (Keats) of the spring verse:
Open afresh your round of starry folds,
Ye ardent marigolds!
Dry up the moisture from your golden lids,
For great Apollo bids
That in these days your praises should be sung
On many harps, which he has lately strung;
And when again your dewiness he kisses,
Tell him, I have you in my world of blisses:
So haply when I rove in some far vale,
His mighty voice may come upon the gale.
Hey you jazzy cats.
Let’s just say that I’d like to imagine that you all look like this:
Because goodness knows that would make me so, so happy.
Anywho, let’s get down to brass tacks, shall we?
Sometimes there are moments of such infinitesimal happiness in my life that I feel as though my heart might just shatter.
Take for instance, last Saturday morning. I had gone to bed incredibly late the night before (actually, come to think of it, it was more like very early the day of) and woke up at noon to this kind of magic:
And it’s at moments like this that I absolutely relish being a grown-up gal, and all the shiny splendours that my little life has to offer.
Now, on the other hand, there are also times when I feel as though being an adult is total rubbish, and all I want to do is tie my bed sheets into one crazy long bed sheet-rope, fling my belongings out of the window, and then Robin Hood my way to adventure and freedom.
No one likes to pay Visa bills, or get up at the crack of dawn every day, or have a conniption fit every time the price of apples/cheese/detergent/moisturizer/paper towels/gas seemingly doubles overnight.
Seriously though, how are all of these things so expensive!?
Mortgages aren’t exactly a barrel of laughs, and neither are budgets and financial planners.
But despite all that, very often I am overcome with so much joy about my life – and all the amazing things that come with it – that I am basically struck mute (and sometimes motionless.)
Now, to be fair, there are times when this reaction may or may not have something to do with the delicious knowledge that should I want to, it is totally within my power to spend ten dollars on gourmet jellybeans at Save on Foods.
SCREW YOU CHARMIN! I’LL CLEAN MY BATHROOM WITH CANDY IF WANT TO!
But – not always.
Sometimes they are but a work of a moment; a short interaction with a stranger, or watching the sunset as I walk home from work.
At the moment there are three things poking about the recesses of my mind, each one responsible for giddiness and glee.
1.) Races and places. I recently signed up to run the BMO April Fools Half-Marathon and I am SO EXCITED. First race of the season and I’m already jittery like jittery thing. The race is on the Sunshine Coast which means a beautiful course, and hopefully a mini-vacation for Mr. M and I.
2.) Milkshakes and crosswords. A late-night snack. (Full disclosure: I only ate the milkshake.) But it was awesome. And not totally unhealthy because, well, CALCIUM right?
3.) All the love. That I get to spend the rest of my life adventuring around the world with this mad hatter:
(The fact that he gifts me pain au chocolat and coffee on Saturday mornings just adds to my delight.)
And I don’t know about you folks, but all of this brilliance makes my mundane grown-up “musts” shine just a little bit brighter.
And as a honourary hummingbird, goodness knows I do love my shine.
So happy Wednesday to you all!
I hope you’re all celebrating may and multiple fab things, wherever you are.
Yesterday I drank a beet-berry smoothie.
It was weird.
I really like beets. And I really like berries.
But mixing the two together in a smoothie was a little like drinking a (strangely sweet) emulsified garden.
That is definitely one sentence I never really imagined I would ever be writing.
Thank goodness that the drink was at least red, because goodness knows I cannot abide a green smoothie. Anytime I see someone sucking down some horrid kale-spinach concoction, I always think the same thing:
“It looks like they are drinking a salad’s tears!!”
So anyway, the following facial expression pretty well sums up how I felt the entire time I was consuming the beverage:
Not good. But not bad either.
Just strange. Really, really strange.
I’m fairly certain all of you are staring at your computer screens thinking: WHAT THE HECK IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?
To which I reply: BACK OFF YOU KALE MURDERING BASTARDS!!
I mean, what I’m trying to say – in the most roundabout way possible – is that my life at the moment feels like one massive beet smoothie.
Ya know what I mean?
I’ve been feeling all over the place of late, stretched a little too thin by the GIANT ROLLING PIN OF LIFE and I’m having a little trouble trying to keep myself together.
And I really hate it.
I really hate feeling like I don’t have my stuff together.
But mostly I despise feeling like I don’t have my stuff together when my stuff IS actually together – all neatly folded away in colour-coordinated drawers (or hung on sweet plastic hangers, and not those awful cheap wire ones that always end up sagging in the middle) if you get my clothing-storage-focused drift.
Seriously friends – WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
It’s like my Type A insanity is at an all time high.
For all you other TAers out there, how do you cope when you’re certain your manic perfectionism is taking over your life?
Normally a solid week of 9 pm bedtimes has me feeling right as rain, but I’ve having a hard time getting myself together this time. Any advice you have to help me stop BEETing (heh) myself up would be much appreciated.
In the interim, shall we see what’s frying up on YE OLDE FRIDAY STOVE?
Forsooth, and forthwith my good chaps!
Clean as a whistle.
Now, normally I wouldn’t get all shirty over a pre-washed bag of lettuce, but TRIPLE WASHED?!
How dirty were the leaves to begin with? And how anemic was the water spray that they were using? Where you using something other than water to begin with? Who was doing this washing?
This notation had me so freaked out that the entire time I was eating my salad all I could think of was: I AM TOTALLY EATING ALL THE RADIATION AND OR COMPOST.
Compost salad!! AHHHHHHH!
Side note: Am I the only one who eats the entire bag whenever picking up one of these things for dinner? I always think that it will last me at least two servings, but nope! I hoover that stuff down like it’s a beet-berry smoothie.
So just the other night I finally sat down and watched Guy Ritchie’s Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.
I remember when it came out and it was THE FILM amongst all of my guy friends (it, and Boondock Saints.) I don’t know what exactly it was that made me so resistant in the first place, but for some reason I just never got around to viewing it.
Over the years I somehow began conflate it (and other works by GR) with the films made by Quentin Tarantino, which only hardened my resolve never to watch it.
I won’t get into a diatribe on the subject, suffice to say that I don’t and most likely will never enjoy Mr. Tarantino’s films, as I believe him to be a psychopath.
Anywho, back to Lock Stock – this film is hilarious! Great acting, awesome directing, and really interesting cinematography.
I loved how every scene looked as though it filmed through the filter of a really dirty window. Or the bottom of a wine bottle.
Also, Jason Statham is hot.
Like, a lot.
Nap nap nap.
OH HAI THERE!
TIME TO SLEEP FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS?
ALSO NOMS PLS & THANX!
I don’t know about you folks, but I think I’m going to be following Nymeria’s lead.
What are your thoughts on squeaky clean lettuce leaves? Are you a fan of Guy Ritchie’s cinematic oeuvre? And what are you plans for the weekend?
Put up your feet, and rest awhile.