Sunday, October 4

my lunch

A bowl of Greek yogurt with a squirt of blueberry syrup, and a glass of wine. 

This is why I could never run a popular food blog. 

This is why being a grown up is sometimes seriously awesome. 

This was completely necessary to make room for the kids' lunch boxes. I certainly wasn't going to drink four litres of milk. 

This has been spirited away so I can eat it in my room where nobody else is. 

This follows a day where I've actually eaten very little in proportion to the amount of running I did this morning. Should be a pleasant afternoon. 


Saturday, October 3

today's ten things, and a bit of other randomness

I'm not feeling particularly "bloggy" tonight. There are a few things that would be fun to write about, but I don't want to ruin them.

If that makes sense.

Nanowrimo is coming again in November. I know it's kind of goofy to devote so much time to something I'll never ever let anyone else read, or read again myself (for the most part), but it's awfully fun to do. I've only ever finished twice, so this year I'm determined to make the third.

I made Steven order a power cord for his own computer last night. I just now kicked him off his computer so I could take back my power cord.

I feel like I should write about what we did today. Let's do it in ten points.

Today's Ten Things:

1. I took Elliot to swimming lessons, but not before she freaked out at me at home because I brushed her rat's nest air, and she doesn't think it needs brushing if she doesn't have to go to school. Her meltdown quickly became a tantrum, and she declared through tears and angry red face that she was not going with me to swimming lessons, and that Daddy should take her. We said no. He wasn't ready. She threw some shoes around, refused to put on her jacket, ended up locked outside the front door with her jacket in a heap beside her (this is all perfectly normal in the north end, worry not), all the while screaming and crying her angry little head off. She also threatened to never kiss and hug me again (through sobs. when the best declarations are made). Whatever. We were eight minutes late for a 30 minute lesson.

2. I ate a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Between the peanut butter sandwiches and the sweat pants I feel like I'm definitely in danger of regressing into childhood. Thank goodness for the half a pot of coffee I drink every morning that cancels that out. I also brush my hair daily.

3. I killed a few green portals in Portage. Watching fields fall is fun. I'd elaborate more, but Steven rolls his eyes and sighs when I talk about it. He can simply rest easy that I'm representing for the resistance.

4. I totally did not dye my hair. It's completely dark golden brown (and not at all grey) all by itself.

5. I walked for a total of 30 minutes. My friend Sherri and I are on a kick to exercise every day and see how long our exercise streak can last. I'm currently on day 21.

6. We had pancakes and bacon for supper. I love Saturdays.

7. I delivered a bunch of things that had collected in our house back to the people who owned them. Goodbye cat carrier and giant turkey roasting pan.

8. We drove out to St. Francis Xavier to visit with Steven's dad and Not-So-Wicked step-mom. Steven also helped carry some giant iron fireplace thing out of their basement. It must not have been that bad or I'd have heard a lot more complaining. Not that he complains. Ever. About anything.

9. I told Steven, as we were cuddling on the couch (at home, not at the not-so-wicked in-law's house) that I kind of felt like beating him up a little. I totally could have too if he didn't pull me off the couch by my leg and sit on me. He's kind of a cheater. Good thing he's cute.

There. Nine things, as promised.

Hope you're all having a good weekend!

Friday, October 2

two things: one to do with running, the other with my fastly-deteriorating fashion sense

I've started running again. I'm not sure if I ever "officially" stopped, but I only ran twice in August, totalling about nine miles, so I kind of felt like when I restarted in September that I was, well, restarting.

This is probably not even blog-worthy. It would probably be better served disappearing into the chasm that is facebook, but I need blog topics, so here it is.

I once had a friend (coughcoughangelacough) who said that she didn't run outside because she was afraid that just maybe, she ran "funny," and people would see her. Being an awesome friend, I insisted that surely she didn't.

I lied.

I have never even seen her run. I have just recently decided that she does run funny. Wanna know why? (as if spell check didn't underline 'wanna')

Everyone runs funny. Quite seriously, everyone. I prefer to run outside, because the treadmill sucks my will to live, and a mile or two in I turn into a sighing, eye-rolling teenager, out of sheer boredom. Over the years I have bumped into many, many different kinds of people outside on the running path - and you know what? They all run funny. Everyone. Human beings are not that innately graceful. Oh sure, we have ballerinas and . . . I don't know, other people who practice to become graceful. But runners? Not graceful. There are many different kinds of runners, from seasoned runners to people who just jog along slower than I can walk. And.... they all look funny.

There have been times I've almost convinced myself I look awesome. Then I see my shadow. It looks like Quasimodo. I'm at peace with that. Mostly, because no matter how funny I look - so does everyone else.

That's really all. See? And you say you can't think of anything to write about.


Secondly: Remember how I used to make fun of people who wear yoga pants and leave the house? Or leggings? You can read about it here and here and here.

Totally kidding. I didn't link any of that. I'm way too lazy to find the past posts.

Let's just say that I may have compared yoga-pants wearing women to giant toddlers. Or suggested that they just didn't fit into their jeans anymore.

Anyway, fast forward to what I am wearing today.

They're not even yoga pants, people, they are sweats. I bought them at Garage Clothing last weekend, the same store that had my daughter gasping in awe at how cool the store was, and how she was going to do all her shopping there when she was a teenager.

They have cuffed ankles. Not even kidding. They are a little too short, as is every other pair of pants I have ever tried on that are not a "long" jean.

I not only look like a giant toddler, I am one shirt-stain away from having my picture posted on People of Walmart.

I kind of don't care. I bought them "for the house."

I have a confession.

I wore them other places.

Places where I could be seen.

Here's a picture:

There really isn't.
Nor will there ever be.

Happy Friday.

Thursday, October 1


Today is the first day of Blogtober. I am being forced to dictate this to a device instead of typing it into my computer like a normal person. I even had an awesome blog in mind. I was going to tell you all about taking Jordan to the art gallery to see the Greek exhibit, complete with awesome pictures, humorous anecdotes, and and especially disturbing, yet incredible giant dead baby. My friend insisted that the baby was not meant to be dead, merely giant, but you can judge for yourself.

Do you know when you can judge for yourself?

When Steven returns my laptop power cord. I imagine him sitting in the kitchen right now giggling to himself as he listens to me curse at Siri for screwing up every third word.

Stevens power cord stopped working a long, long time ago. Now he steals my power cord any time he wants to use his computer. Unfortunately, the battery in my computer no longer works for more than a minute or two without being plugged in.

This should make for an awesome blog Tober. Do you see that? Do you see what Siri does?

Seriously though, this will be fun!

Happy blogging!

Wednesday, September 30