Hey Summer, what did you do with my dear friend Spring??
This morning Maclean made me crepes for breakfast, with four different kinds of berries and lots of whipped cream, bacon on the side, and strong coffee with Bailey's. He also brought home from the grocery store a large bouquet of flowers, which he trimmed and put in a vase, which presumably are for me. And he bought really nice steaks for supper, which he barbecued and sided with baked potatoes, sauteed mushrooms and salad.
Either I did something really right recently. Or he's apologizing for something. Or he's just hoping to get lucky. I did find a box of condoms in the pile of groceries this morning, so I'm gonna go with #3. Although it could also be #2, since he didn't come home until 4:30am Friday night, and didn't come home at all last Friday night.
I didn't get mad at him either Saturday morning. Mostly because I actually wasn't mad, in fact, I just didn't care. The more he shows me that he is who he is and that his habits are never going to change, the easier it is for me to take a step back. Although his quiet attentiveness to feeding me today was really quite awesome. At least the man knows that the way to my heart is through my stomach.
Today was a big craft sale and I bought everything. Moccasins, original artwork, kitty toys, really cool salt and pepper grinders made out of real logs, blackberry lemonade concentrate - which I promptly made and then drank the entire batch with lots of gin, a tank top, and a little gnome that cracked me up every time I looked at her, so I HAD to bring her home. What, I'm not made of money? Well, there was a GORGEOUS $500 ring that I desperately wanted, but I didn't buy it, so call me Captain Responsible and we can all go home happy.
Last night we were sitting on the patio at Anejo and this girl walked by. Man oh man oh man... I could NOT stop staring. She was gorgeous, but what blew my mind was the way that every inch of her oozed personality, style and confidence. She had dark hair that was shaved high on both sides, then twisted back on top to form a faux hawk with a long rat tail hanging down her back. She was wearing a leather jacket that didn't look out of place despite the summer weather. Her pants were perfectly fitted, and decked out in a geometric, brightly coloured Aztec print that would have seemed unapproachable on a hanger and garish on anybody else, but were ahmaaaaaaaazing on her. She was slim but curvy, her makeup was perfectly understated, her earlobes were stretched just enough to be edgy, but not too hardcore..... I'm not quite sure if I'd rather BE her, or be WITH her. I was lucky enough that her partner knew someone on the patio so they stopped to chat for a few minutes, and I got an extended amount of time to absorb her. When she walked away I unashamedly swiveled in my seat to watch her go (which prompted Mike to give me a not gentle push). It has become blatantly clear that I desperately need to step up my style game. I'm trying! But obviously I'm not trying hard enough.
I started making myself knotted or braided "friendship" bracelets. I wanted a bunch to add to the 3 bracelets already adorning my wrist, and it just seemed easiest to make them myself. So far so good. If only all fashion desires were so simple to implement.
A week ago I finally had my "cut like a chef" class. It was pretty cool. The best part was learning how to properly hold a knife. What a difference!! My control is so much better and cutting is already much easier. I also bought myself a new Japanese, hand-crafted paring knife. HOW much did it cost?! Never mind... You should have seen the one I actually wanted to buy, but had to relegate to my wish list.
I also signed myself up for a dance class that started this week. Dancing has always been one of those things that just made me FEEL. It requires brain power, physicality, emotion, and quite often is accompanied by both sweat and tears. It's also one of the few things that consistently fills me with euphoria. I've missed it. The class I showed up for was Jazz 1.5. I'm not a great dancer, particularly after years of absence, but I've taken a whole lot of dance classes in my time and therefore beginner classes drive me nuts. I was hoping the 1.5 would be a step up: fast-paced but not overly difficult, however it was just plain tedious and boring. It didn't help that in the studio next door I could hear the wild beating of hands on drums and I swear it was calling to my blood. The next day I phoned up the dance school and asked to switch classes. The drumming class I heard is a West African dance class, and I CAN'T WAIT to get tribal and loose. Just thinking about those drums and stomping feet gets my blood singing.
P dot S dot, You really need to check out the Friday drum circle one day soon, McKinnley.
I haven't done any B-School, website, self-development or anything else of the sort in a couple of weeks now. I'm missing the high that accompanied all that progression, but it just feels like I've been so busy and the days are slipping by. I really need to write myself up a proper schedule and get back on track. I think that perhaps I realized how much work I have ahead of me and got slightly subconsciously overwhelmed. NBD, I'm confident I can get back on track.
I had my IUD removed this week. I'm stoked to see how my body and hormones feel in a few weeks. I'm sure Maclean's not so thrilled about being relegated to condoms, but he hasn't uttered a word of complaint - much to my surprise. Then again, when I asked him what our contingency plan was in case of accidental impregnation, his response was a resounding, "We are NOT getting pregnant." This coming from a man who desperately wants kids. Thanks for the vote of confidence in our relationship, dude..... (I thought his response would be, "Well, it's not ideal timing, but if it happens we'll just figure it out." So much for that.. Although I'm a wee bit relieved since it means he will be extremely careful with where his little guys are swimming.)
Jade is going to start working at Wild Rose for the summer. I'm stoked to have her there with me! I think it'll be fun, despite the mayhem that accompanies patio season. I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure that I also get some play time this summer. There are so many fun things I want to do!! Camping, hiking, climbing, day-cations, exploring, patios, floating, BBQ's, walks, picnics, parks, frisbee, bike riding.....
Last night I dreamt that I was making out with Lady. Or trying to anyway, but we kept getting interrupted. Various people and places came and went (details are hazy), and then when I finally got her alone and was just getting her onto the bed, Joesh walked in. I was all, "Of course, we've seen everyone else.." I introduced him to her, and after a few moments he went, "Ohhhhhhhhhh" and looked properly chagrined, but my good times never got back on track. RANDOM.
Speaking of random, I got a text from V in Toronto. He's never been overly communicative, and in the past few years our primary contact has been a quick "Happy birthday." So I was surprised when he messaged me, "You used to make me eat Royal Gala apples and I did not like them. Now they are one of my fave apples. And when I have one I always think of you." It was surprisingly nostalgic, coming from him, and made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Either I did something really right recently. Or he's apologizing for something. Or he's just hoping to get lucky. I did find a box of condoms in the pile of groceries this morning, so I'm gonna go with #3. Although it could also be #2, since he didn't come home until 4:30am Friday night, and didn't come home at all last Friday night.
I didn't get mad at him either Saturday morning. Mostly because I actually wasn't mad, in fact, I just didn't care. The more he shows me that he is who he is and that his habits are never going to change, the easier it is for me to take a step back. Although his quiet attentiveness to feeding me today was really quite awesome. At least the man knows that the way to my heart is through my stomach.
Today was a big craft sale and I bought everything. Moccasins, original artwork, kitty toys, really cool salt and pepper grinders made out of real logs, blackberry lemonade concentrate - which I promptly made and then drank the entire batch with lots of gin, a tank top, and a little gnome that cracked me up every time I looked at her, so I HAD to bring her home. What, I'm not made of money? Well, there was a GORGEOUS $500 ring that I desperately wanted, but I didn't buy it, so call me Captain Responsible and we can all go home happy.
Last night we were sitting on the patio at Anejo and this girl walked by. Man oh man oh man... I could NOT stop staring. She was gorgeous, but what blew my mind was the way that every inch of her oozed personality, style and confidence. She had dark hair that was shaved high on both sides, then twisted back on top to form a faux hawk with a long rat tail hanging down her back. She was wearing a leather jacket that didn't look out of place despite the summer weather. Her pants were perfectly fitted, and decked out in a geometric, brightly coloured Aztec print that would have seemed unapproachable on a hanger and garish on anybody else, but were ahmaaaaaaaazing on her. She was slim but curvy, her makeup was perfectly understated, her earlobes were stretched just enough to be edgy, but not too hardcore..... I'm not quite sure if I'd rather BE her, or be WITH her. I was lucky enough that her partner knew someone on the patio so they stopped to chat for a few minutes, and I got an extended amount of time to absorb her. When she walked away I unashamedly swiveled in my seat to watch her go (which prompted Mike to give me a not gentle push). It has become blatantly clear that I desperately need to step up my style game. I'm trying! But obviously I'm not trying hard enough.
I started making myself knotted or braided "friendship" bracelets. I wanted a bunch to add to the 3 bracelets already adorning my wrist, and it just seemed easiest to make them myself. So far so good. If only all fashion desires were so simple to implement.
A week ago I finally had my "cut like a chef" class. It was pretty cool. The best part was learning how to properly hold a knife. What a difference!! My control is so much better and cutting is already much easier. I also bought myself a new Japanese, hand-crafted paring knife. HOW much did it cost?! Never mind... You should have seen the one I actually wanted to buy, but had to relegate to my wish list.
I also signed myself up for a dance class that started this week. Dancing has always been one of those things that just made me FEEL. It requires brain power, physicality, emotion, and quite often is accompanied by both sweat and tears. It's also one of the few things that consistently fills me with euphoria. I've missed it. The class I showed up for was Jazz 1.5. I'm not a great dancer, particularly after years of absence, but I've taken a whole lot of dance classes in my time and therefore beginner classes drive me nuts. I was hoping the 1.5 would be a step up: fast-paced but not overly difficult, however it was just plain tedious and boring. It didn't help that in the studio next door I could hear the wild beating of hands on drums and I swear it was calling to my blood. The next day I phoned up the dance school and asked to switch classes. The drumming class I heard is a West African dance class, and I CAN'T WAIT to get tribal and loose. Just thinking about those drums and stomping feet gets my blood singing.
P dot S dot, You really need to check out the Friday drum circle one day soon, McKinnley.
I haven't done any B-School, website, self-development or anything else of the sort in a couple of weeks now. I'm missing the high that accompanied all that progression, but it just feels like I've been so busy and the days are slipping by. I really need to write myself up a proper schedule and get back on track. I think that perhaps I realized how much work I have ahead of me and got slightly subconsciously overwhelmed. NBD, I'm confident I can get back on track.
I had my IUD removed this week. I'm stoked to see how my body and hormones feel in a few weeks. I'm sure Maclean's not so thrilled about being relegated to condoms, but he hasn't uttered a word of complaint - much to my surprise. Then again, when I asked him what our contingency plan was in case of accidental impregnation, his response was a resounding, "We are NOT getting pregnant." This coming from a man who desperately wants kids. Thanks for the vote of confidence in our relationship, dude..... (I thought his response would be, "Well, it's not ideal timing, but if it happens we'll just figure it out." So much for that.. Although I'm a wee bit relieved since it means he will be extremely careful with where his little guys are swimming.)
Jade is going to start working at Wild Rose for the summer. I'm stoked to have her there with me! I think it'll be fun, despite the mayhem that accompanies patio season. I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure that I also get some play time this summer. There are so many fun things I want to do!! Camping, hiking, climbing, day-cations, exploring, patios, floating, BBQ's, walks, picnics, parks, frisbee, bike riding.....
Last night I dreamt that I was making out with Lady. Or trying to anyway, but we kept getting interrupted. Various people and places came and went (details are hazy), and then when I finally got her alone and was just getting her onto the bed, Joesh walked in. I was all, "Of course, we've seen everyone else.." I introduced him to her, and after a few moments he went, "Ohhhhhhhhhh" and looked properly chagrined, but my good times never got back on track. RANDOM.
Speaking of random, I got a text from V in Toronto. He's never been overly communicative, and in the past few years our primary contact has been a quick "Happy birthday." So I was surprised when he messaged me, "You used to make me eat Royal Gala apples and I did not like them. Now they are one of my fave apples. And when I have one I always think of you." It was surprisingly nostalgic, coming from him, and made me feel all warm and fuzzy.