friday, i’m in love

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  • watermelon margaritas! you need some!
  • you should probably know that I nearly cried after we saw the three bears on Monday. A mama and baby black bear and a grizzly. You know how people (weirdos) weep when they meet their favourite celebrity or singer? Tears of joy. I love bears so much and seeing three bears so close…right on the side of the road munching grass…was my dream come true. (we actually saw the black bears twice)
  • “The business of Vienna is not business and never has been,” she told me, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “The business of Vienna is life. You can know people in Vienna for years and you don’t really know what they do for a living.” Vienna’s recipe for living well. This is amazing and I definitely want to move to Vienna; a little because their emphasis on quality of life and little because of Sound of Music.
  • when one hikes a moderate mountain one has ice cream for dinner. When one hikes a challenging mountain one gets burgers, fries, and (not diet) dr. pepper! Them’s the rules! (We dinnered so hard on Monday and it was glorious)
  • there’s a Weiners and a Ye Olde Licks & Nibbles in Waterton. Obviously we DIDN’T have our ice cream there because, ick! (and the other place had a far superior selection)
  • must read: if the exercise class descriptions from my gym were honest. Mine would be YogaFit Sweat: where the temperature is always hotter than advertised and the most annoying person in the world sets up in front of you. Ever wanted to try Karma Sutra? Squash that desire with 60 minutes of “my leg goes where?” poses. You’ll never appreciate a cold shower as much as after your first class. Namaste bitches. 
  • tv things: oh hey hey summer bf Nick! Rookie Blue, so good on Thursday. I know, I know, you don’t watch it and you have no idea what I’m talking about. That’s cool.
  • other musings about entertainment: if you’re on a flight that doesn’t have tvs on the seat back (and you didn’t know in advance because said airline usually does) are you peeved? You see, it wasn’t so much that I wasn’t entertained for 3+ hours yesterday afternoon – ok, it kinda was, I’m a cusp-of-the-millennial-generation and keeping me entertained is what I expect – but my real beef was that the flight wasn’t cheaper because I was on an electronics-free plane. You have to pay for checked bags, pay for food (but ‘sup WestJet, those free Biscoff cookies are the best), and now they’d like you to pay for entertainment. Treat your customers better not worse.
  • oh, OH, and why does half the plane bum-rush the gate 17 minutes before their zone is called thus clogging the line and making it near impossible for the people who are SUPPOSED to be boarding board? MOVE.
  • one more, because I just can’t even; why does EVERY.SINGLE.PERSON (not me, I need to add) stand up the moment the plane stops? Do you all think you’re going to get off first? Dude in the middle seat in row 21, it ain’t you, SIT YO ASS DOWN. So, like the polite, patient, sweet girl that I am, I take out my phone, check my work email, insta, twitter, fb, etc. and wait till nearly every person has left, get up, get my carry-on, and exit. Stress-free.
  • ok just one more: crusty lady in row 25? If you got on the plane when your zone was called maybe all the bins at the back of the plane would still have room. Don’t yell at the sweet flight attendant that the bins are full and open and slam them shut in some display of aggression. Remember how you have to pay for your checked bags now? Yah, so does everyone else; thus 168 pieces of carry-on suitcases and if people knew how to stow them properly, you’d be golden and could grab your whiny child snacks whenever he needed one but because people are jackasses and think all of their earthy possessions need to be placed sideways in an overhead bin your bag is headed for row 19 and your kid is gonna cry for three hours and fourteen minutes. (actually, true story)
  • ummmm, this is hilarious: Americans react to Canadian things. (Yes, we buy milk in bags and yes, it’s 100x better than American milk jugs which I inevitably spill a quarter of on the kitchen floor before it makes it into my cereal)
  • how ’bout then Jays, though! Watching baseball is one of the highlights of my summer. (I’m writing part of this Wednesday from Analog in Calgary and my Dad is BBMing me updates; he’s the best). Because I’m actually an old lady I much prefer watching games on TV because a) instant replay, b) Buck and Pat are the best commentators, c) it’s so hot in the stadium and I don’t want to burn, d) so.many.drunk.a-holes, and e) there isn’t much I like doing with 45000 of my closest sweaty, yelly friends.
  • what stage in the 12 Stages of Grief is “wants to eat a lot of cheese”? 2? I’m home and I’m a sad kitten. And I have no cheese.
  • currently reading The Castaways by Elin Hilderbrand (aka: thank goodness I borrowed an e-book from the libs and put it on my iPad to entertain myself for 3+ hours yesterday). Easy read, summery details, mystery, good times.

big question of the weekend: if you had no responsibilities and you could hop on a plane and live somewhere new for the next 3-6 months would you? and where would you go? sister and I had this conversation Wednesday and I’m dying to know what you would do…

or what would be your honest description of a class offered at your gym? 

friday, i’m in love

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  • GUUUUYYYYYSSSS! It’s National Doughnut Day! Unlike all those weird other days, this one actually has an historical significance. NDD was created by the Salvation Army in 1938 to honour men and women who brought doughnuts to recovering soldiers in WW1 and we continue to celebrate their efforts yearly on the first Friday in June. I’m so in. I’ll be celebrating at Jelly Modern because…
  • hello hello from Alberta! (yes, I totes wrote this up before I hopped on the plane Thursday and the forecast for the next week is sunny and warm with 100% chance of ice cream and iced coffee…..and doughnuts and hugs and Cactus Club and cake)
  • we’re headed to Waterton on Sunday. Have you been? Any particular hikes we should do? (on the scenic and easier side, please) Restaurants? Cafes? Bear sanctuaries?
  • “Paleo also requires you to give up processed food, refined sugars, and alcohol, which makes sense because those things are wonderful….It’s sort of like the Inquisition, but less fun.” I Went Paleo and Now I Hate Everything. You MUST read this. So hilarious. I was legit laughing to myself late on Monday night when sister sent it to me saying “think you’ll love this”. And I do. And I’ve read it multiple times a day everyday this week because it’s fabulous.
  • I saw something earlier this week about summer terrariums; let me use this time to remind you that I completely hate terrariums and succulents. They’re small and waxy and they don’t have flowers. And putting them into a glass dome is even more strange.
  • we all know how much I am currently adoring basil, right? right! I got a bag of baby basil from the farmers market 2 weeks ago and it was by far the best herb I have ever had. I had to get some from the grocery store last week due to the monsoon (ish) we were having Saturday morning. Not the same. I’m spoiled. Someone tell me how I can grow it all year long and most importantly, NOT KILL IT. I’m bad at plants. (to my credit, I try, I do what I’m supposed to, they still die)
  • movie things: I borrowed “cake” from the libs this week. I don’t get what the hype was about it. It was kind of boring. I was like “that Sam Worthington is pretty dreamy….wait, he named his kid Rocket?……is it over yet?…..I wish the Jays game wasn’t rained out”.
  • can you believe I finished packing (to the sweet, sweet melody of NKOTB) about an hour before I had to leave for the airport? This is not me. I’m a “I finished packing 36 hours before I leave home” kind of girl. And you know what? There will be no more leaving it to the last minute. While I had a list and more-or-less knew what I wanted to bring (1 carry on, 1 week, pack lightly), I was still working, showering, working, packing, stressing, re-doing my pedicure, working, scanning tax paperwork, paying bills, curling my hair, and trying to eat some lunch. And reading blogs from the past 3 days.

oh hello, june

june

making: indoor s’mores. (ps: it was a huge disaster)

revising: my packing list. I’ve got a friend staying with me and won’t have the space to lay out everything I want to pack a week in advance. Don’t fail me list; I’m taking a carry-on and it needs to fit everything I need for a week of city exploring, evening walks, big meals, and mountain adventures.

chopping: veggies. My current favourite healthy dinner is a big salad with mini cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, blue cheese, teriyaki chicken, nectarines, and fresh basil.

drinking: iced coffee and diet dr. pepper. (yah yah, water in the afternoons, but that’s boring)

reading: just finished I Regret Nothing (awesome) and People I Want to Punch in the Throat (mostly humourous but i don’t relate to the mom stuff. Also, kids be effing crazy. And it seems kind of mean and complainy). Up next: The Real Thing : Lessons on Love and Life From a Wedding Reporter’s Notebook. (not desperate and sad; sweet and great stories.)

wanting: a new crossbody purse. I like a few new designs but the straps aren’t long enough. This isn’t 1991, I don’t want it to hang by my side, I want it to go across my body to have two hands free to hold ice cream cones and use my phone at the same time.

looking: for a new apartment. Yes still.

playing: Jackson Square by Arkells. I don’t know what it is about this CD, but it screams summer drives to the lake and I hardly listen to it in the fall or winter. I was doing A LOT of back roads country driving last week and had this on repeat. Picked up High Noon at the library; not bad. No Jackson Square, but I like 11:11 and Crawling Through The Window.

wishing: I had lilac bushes.

enjoying: longer, lighter evenings.

crushing: on summer bf (Rookie Blue’s) Nick Collins. And then even more so when Peter (who plays Nick) posted an insta ode to Mitch Hedberg. Oh swoon. (and for the love of comedy, seek out and listen to Mitch’s stand up, it’s on youtube)

waiting: so impatiently for it to be Thursday evening.

liking: when a quick question turns into a 3 hour conversation.

wondering: what the hot dude at the library is looking for. (yes, I’m writing this at the library cause a) i’m so cool and b) I needed to get out of my apartment for a bit and there are big tables, lots of plugs, and free wifi)

loving: that my local outdoor famrers market is open again.

needing: a navy couch. NEED not WANT.

hoping: for a bear sighting.

smelling: peonies. (#youknowyoureabloggerwhen… don’t even care. They smell amazing and look stunning)

wearing: boyfriend style tanks and tees from Old Navy. Major new favourite wardrobe staple.

applying: brown mascara; I love it so much.

volunteering: at a Habitat house build on Wednesday. I’m very excited.

watching: Gossip Girl. I’m mostly ashamed. It’s pretty bad. But also kind of great. Suits and True Detective start up again later this month. And no, I didn’t like the first season of True Detective, but am absolutely willing to give Rachel McAdams and Taylor Kitsch a chance. (long live Tim Riggins)

listening: to the birds chirping on my balcony; they’ve built a wee nest in the rafters.

noticing: how much better I’ve slept since putting the black-out curtains back up. Natural light is great and all till you’re wide awake at 6:34 on a Saturday morning. Yes I have an eye mask and when irritable, does not making sleeping easier.

thinking: supplementing 3 hours of sleep Thursday with 11 hours of sleep on each Friday and Saturday night doesn’t really work when you’re in your 30s. Dude, I’m so tired. Still.

opening: the fridge and hoping food appears.

marveling: at the amount of rain we’ve had in the past 2 days. What a fabulous lazy weekend I’ve had.

feeling: excited. And curious.

friday, i’m in love

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  • right? (actually, you should be nice to everyone. Rude people suck)
  • “I’m to the point where for every fiancé-holding-his-wife-in-the-air-while-she-has-one-foot-up photo that I see on Facebook, I’m knocking twenty bucks off their wedding gift until it’s just me showing up giving high-fives and slipping the groom a ten dollar bill when I shake his hand before dinner.” I hate your engagement photos.
  • 6 days. 6 DAAAAAAAAAAYs till I’m in Calgary.
  • more (almost) summer things: coconut water slushies. Let me clear up 2 things: 1. it’s spring; and it will be until June 21st and you should enjoy spring and only occasional humidity not everyday humidity like summer. And 2. I definitely think coconut water tastes like dirt but some of y’all like it and these slushies look so easy and delicious if you’re into it.
  • and because complaining about summerlike humidity is pretty much my favourite, it went from 1C Saturday morning to 36C Tuesday morning (and stayed that way for the rest of the week). Um, what? (American friends, that’s freezing to nearly 100F). And hurricane windy. And where’s my damn thunderstorm?
  • I was in Buffalo picking up my aunt from the airport yesterday. No dice on a Target shopping spree because a) I only had $28 and b) not going on my credit card because the exchange blows and c) my dad lets me shop for about 10 minutes before he comes to find me to ask if I’m done yet. Yah Dad, I’m done accessories but not the rest of the store and d) the clothing department was very disappointing. I did cross the border to come back home 3 hours later with an XL Dunkin’ coffee to-go (I’m drinking it right now……oh hi late blog posty-post coming at you from my Dad’s patio…and it’s so good. $2.40 for the largest coffee I’ve ever seen. Oh Canada, why can’t we have nice things??), a bag of coconut Dunkin’ grinds and a linen candle. You know, the best things found in America.
  • Oh oh, his adorable old-lady neighbour just dropped off some cake and coleslaw for me. (because, breakfast cake! even if only my sister understands this, it’s worth it. Reminder: read I Regret Nothing)
  • tv things: I haven’t watched everything on the teevee this week. Without season 2 or 4 of Gossip Girl at the libs, I’m halfway through season 5 and loving Chuck Bass. (beginning of S5 when Serena and Nate turn to the lady in LA and say “he’s Chuck Bass” is pretty much my favourite line of the series so far. SERIES.)