I started Ye Olde Rant and Roll last October, because I was missing creative writing something fierce.
I was already writing a boat load for work- including blogging three times a week – so I figured if I had the stamina to keep it up at my job, there was absolutely no reason why I couldn’t stick to a schedule of writing three times a week for fun.
(Hilarious almost typo. I first wrote “fur” instead of fun. I most definitely would not write three times a week for fur.)
At first all of my posts were Rants. (Definitely capital R.)
There was bad stuff going down all over the world, including in my own back yard, and I wanted to draw attention to those issues.
I had a voice – I might as well use it.
This was fantastic for the first little while, until I realized that I wasn’t totally worked up about issues all the live long day. I didn’t have enough things grinding my gears to produce three posts a week.
Plus, amazing, intriguing, inspiring things were happening on an almost daily basis – brilliant things were going on, and they were affecting me as much as the other issues I was discussing.
So gradually, I began to explore different sides of the world, and my life, through this here blog spot.
I started writing about fashion. And food. I wrote more about my life with Mr. M and our little beauty cat Nymeria.
I wrote about past travel plans, vacation adventures as they were happening, and I’ve hinted about expeditions that will soon be coming down the pipe.
(Mixed metaphor? Oh well, I’m owning it.)
I’m chronicling my progression to Tough Mudder status, unpacking my love-hate relationship with professional hockey, and singing the praises of my always entertaining family, my brilliant friends.
BUT! One the most important elements of this insanely wonderful ride is I’ve had the chance to meet all you rad-freaking-tastic readers and writers.
And I love that I get to have a glimpse into your lives, your stories, your rants and your rolls.
I’ve started writing upwards of five times a week because I feel so honoured to be a part of this amazing community, and I just get so jazzed the heck up all the time about stories that, well, jazz me the heck up!
A couple of you have asked me where I got my nickname from. So prepare yourselves for a thrill!
Well, almost three summers ago I worked with two beautiful young ladies, both the same height, one brunette and one blond. One day I made a joke to another colleague about them being Betty and Veronica. He turned to me and asked, “well, what does that make you?”
“Um,” I said. “Well…I’m tall, and lanky, and pretty nerdy. So – I guess that makes me Ethel?”
And it did. To many, many people from that day forth, I was Ethel.
The second part stems from a lunch break I had the day after I defended my Master’s thesis. I spent the whole time describing my research to a co-worker. At the end of my (ahem) rant, he asked me if I would rather he call me “doctor” or “the dean.”
“The dean,” I said.
So there you go. The birth of Ethel the Dean!
And to mark this auspicious occasion, if there are any other questions you have about my bonkers life, I’d be happy answer them.
And then for the rest of the day, I felt like this:
Funnily enough, after work, what did I do?
I went to the gym gosh darn it!
I kind of felt like I owed it to them in a way.
It ended up being a fab, FAB workout too. I ran sprints and hills (alas – on the treadmill), squatted until my thighs were about to give out, and then did enough push-ups and pull-ups to never want to partake in another one until the end of time (or, as it more likely, for the next two or three days.)
Then I came home and got my cooking groove on with the ever lovely Mr. M.
We decided it was high time to make some homemade spaghetti sauce along with some sweet mini bowtie pasta.
We lined up our veggies and got to work:
There is something so calming about working in the kitchen with someone you love.
It also helps if you have similar taste in radio programmes. The CBC has been absolutely killing it with their 20 year anniversary coverage of the Seige of Sarajevo.
I’ve been brought to tears many, many times listening to their coverage. Seriously, their interviews are just outstanding in the extreme.
As we listened we chopped, woked, and boiled.
M was kind enough to capture much of the action.
We also decided to cook up some spicy shrimp for good measure.
For a final outcome of this:
As an end note, I would like to send a massive thank you to everyone who has dropped by this here blogspot, left a note, liked a post, or subscribed to updates, whether it be today, or the day I started up Rant and Roll.
It’s pretty crazy to think that we are only two days away from beginning a new year.
I don’t know whether time is speeding up, or if I am slowing down, but events seem to be happening at a much quicker pace, than say, ten years ago.
So, to whomever turned up the dial on the world’s treadmill, could you slow it down a tad friend? I need to catch my breath and get my bearings!
I find that doing something that really pushes your physical and mental limits is a great way to help both time run away from you, and yet somehow make it hang suspended in mid-air, like some crazed escape artist, hanging from a tightrope wire.
For instance, yesterday, M, my dad, and I climbed Mount Haystack, all 3560 feet high and 8.6 miles long of it.
It was an adventure and a half, especially seeing as though for the actual ascent we didn’t have a marked path.
I have never scrambled up so much loose rock in my life.
I have never been pricked by two different types of cacti, nor have I ever seen a coyote while mid-mountain descent ( they are usually only skulking around my backyard back home).
Nor have I ever seen a view quite like this one before:
We started out at 7:30am, to get a jump on the crowds (there weren’t any) and the heat (there was quite a lot of this).
It was a seriously fun, seriously taxing hike.
Other things that I learned while out on the trail:
1. Barrel-head cacti always grow leaning to the south, and look like giant prickly cucumbers.
2. An oasis will crop up in just about the most remote, random place that you could ever imagine.
3. Making your sandwich with a tomato in it the night before is never a good idea, even if you think you’ve protected the bread with both lettuce and cheese, because the lettuce and cheese will also make it grow soggy.
4. I am the queen of the world.
It’s quite insane to really mediate on 2012 as a tangible, real thing. I remember ringing in 2000 as if it was yesterday.
It’s not that I am weary of the new year, but more curious, filled with a subtle sense of wonderment about all the new (and completely bonkers) adventures I will embark on next.
So here, in no particular order are my resolutions for the approaching three hundred and sixty-five days:
– Run the Victoria marathon in 3:30:00 – Begin training in April, qualify for Boston in October.
– Travel, explore and take on the (sometimes scary) unknown with the love of my life, Mr. M.
– Continue having a positive relationship with food and my body, because without this, there is no way I will be able to accomplish numbers 1 and 2.
I am also so happy to be writing regularly again through Rant and Roll.
Many, many thanks to all of my fabittyfabfab readers and subscribers. Your encouragement, comments and support mean the world to me! Without a doubt, you all make my little, slightly daft heart smile!
I wish you all a brilliant and beautiful coming year, free of prejudice, and bias, but always REMEMBER: should you encounter any of this in your daily life, do not despair, for after I wrench myself from the corner from whence I have curled myself up in the fetal position, I WILL TAKE THEM ON AND I WILL CRUSH THEM!!!