Monday, June 27, 2011

Emotional eater buys new tv and spray paints everything cream.

So it's been proven.  Beyond a reasonable doubt.  I, my friends, am an emotional eater.  Not that I didn't think it before, but I was more just assuming I was because I'm a pretty emotional person.  Well, Saturday morning I proved it to myself.  Not on purpose mind you, but it was a startling epiphany!  I was at Denny's (they have my favorite breakfast sandwich!) with my friend Sam and we were sitting quietly eating our respective breakfasts when I stopped myself and realized what was happening.  I was sitting in the bench leaned forward, WOLFING down my sandwich... and thinking about someone who I STRONGLY dislike and who has been a major asshole/bitch to me in the last little while... and the angrier I got, the faster I was eating... I stopped when I realized that half my sandwich was gone.  Given this very difficult time in my life, I think it would be best for me to spend some time paying attention to my thoughts and actions while I'm eating.  And to make sure that I'm eating very healthy things... at least then if I go into a food shovelling coma, what I'm shovelling in there should be healthy!
In other probably not that interesting news, Pat is moving out tomorrow.  There is a LOT left to pack, which is alarming for me, but there's nothing I can or will do about that.  We've both known this day was coming for six weeks and I have too much on my plate keeping myself sane, without worrying about how I'm going to make packing happen. 
I'm really enjoying my new desk area that I made on Saturday.  It's perfect and it keeps me more focused when I'm on the computer.  I've never really liked the idea of being able to sit in the living room and watch tv with my computer on my lap.  OH!  Speaking of TV!  I bought one!  Not just any one.  A 40" Toshiba flat screen HD TV!  I decided that I wanted Pat to take his Sony tube tv with him when he left because it is big and heavy and I didn't want to have to try and find a way to get rid of it myself.  I don't think I can lift it and since I don't really watch television anyway, I thought that I'd be okay without a tv for a while.  Then I went down to the electronics store that is literally down the street from my house and found that they were having a huge 'half way to boxing day' sale and I got the TV for $500!
Tonight before I go home from work I'm going to go and buy a few cans of cream spray paint and some hinges for the cabinet outside.  I've decided to spray paint the entire thing cream instead of painting the body green.  I'd like to at least get the doors done in the next day or so because I need to lend out my staple gun.
That's pretty much the update for me...

Saturday, June 25, 2011

With or without him!

Henri wasn't around when it was time to leave this morning, so he missed out on the adventure.  That's okay tho, because what I realized was that he was preparing a surprise for me when I got home and really, who doesn't like surprises!

First, Henri went to the storage locker in Richmond and got the table top and adjustable legs and brought them back to the house.  He found the tools, put the legs on and then rearranged the kitchen just so.  He knew I really wanted a desk area for my computer and this is what he came up with:

Those colored glass objects are antique hydro insulators that my dad collects and he gave me these ones.  I love the colors and love that they're something that reminds me of him :)
Henri also found himself a nice spot to make sure he's always in on the action.

When I came home and found that he had done such a lovely job, I was motivated to do a project also.  In the above picture you can see that the butcher block island has a shelf underneath.  When you're sitting on the knitting sofa on the other side of the room, you can see all the storage stuff.  I had just happened to be at the fabric store getting broadcloth for my new duvet (#2) and happened upon this really pretty 'paisley inspired) coated canvas.  So I used it to wrap the front end of the island with so that you can only see the cereal storage from the kitchen side.
Henri says he approves!
I also spent some time cleaning the window (I even took the screen out and cleaned both sides!) and then took all the new duvet fabric to the laundromat for the preshrinking treatment.  I guess in a way it was fortunate that I accidentally buried my sewing machine when I was moving things around the other day.  You really should preshrink and wash everything before you sew!

That's all for now.  I can't decide if I should go buy spray paint or take a nap.

A Henri sort of day

Henri and I are going out with our friend Sam to get food, coffee, fabric, paint and then home to do 'home repairs'.  Henri REALLY wants to try out painting!

I"m definitely bringing my camera!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Disobedient Tears

I have spent the last 35 days exhausting myself... I've kept the lump in my throat at bay, the screaming silent and the tears at bay.  It's been 35 days since Patrick and I decided to end our 4.5 year relationship.  I've cried exactly twice.  Once the night of our breakup and once in the stairwell of my office (because sitting in a cube farm with short panel walls is not conducive to any sort of freakout.  The problem now is that every moment of every day sees me WANTING to scream and cry and throw a tantrum.  That spot that I was shoving all my emotions is all full up and they're starting to leak!
I talk a good talk and can converse about my situation with friends and my counsellor without batting an eye... the problem is that I want to cry... I want to take to my bed in misery and cry until I pass out.  I want to take a break from life and ignore my emails and my job and my blog and everyone that wants a piece of me.  I want to scream at the top of my lungs that it's not fair that in every other situation in my life, I take care of other people and at the first time in my life that I need this emotional support, key players have disappeared off the planet.  I want to go to my dad's house at the lake and drink Bailey's infused coffee and talk to him...
The PROBLEM is that I can't do any of that... Screaming and crying in public is frowned upon.  Taking a break from life means taking a break from money and unfortunately, money is what I use to pay to feed myself and the cat.  I can't go to my dad's because of the cat... It costs $27/day to put him in the hotel and this living arrangement change is already going to be difficult for him, given his history (his previous owners packed up all their stuff and moved, leaving him behind.  The people that bought his old house tore it down... and then he came to me) and I don't think it's fair to stick him in the hotel right now.  He can't come with me because if he got lost in the bushes... well, you can just imagine what effect THAT would have on me!  And I can't ask those key players for support because I don't know what I want.  I know I don't want to be smothered.  I don't want to ask for help and then end up consoling THEM for how difficult this is to believe and how sad  they are that this is happening... 
So on I go... squelching down the overwhelming urge to have a fit.  Declaring to everyone that no no, I'm FINE... and worrying that 'fine' only lasts for so long and wondering what will happen when it's not 'fine' anymore.

Thursday, June 16, 2011


 May I just set some of the record straight for what you're no doubt seeing on the news.
1.  If you were to talk to any Vancouver Canuck fan, they would tell you that they're proud of their team, they worked as hard as they could and in the end, when it comes down to one game, that means that someone wins and someone loses.  The other team won this time.  And the sentiment of most of the fans was 'We'll get 'em next time... high five!'. 
2.  The people causing the problem (that core group of rioters) came prepared to riot no matter what the outcome.  Hockey fans do NOT bring bricks, black balaclavas and Molotov Cocktails to a hockey game.  They just don't.  They bring flags and signs and jerseys.  Yes, they also bring and consume alcohol, but they don't bring blow torches to light police cars on fire.  They don't bring bricks to throw at the riot squad.  They don't bring face masks and gas masks.  They just don't.  The people that bring those things are people that have only one thing on their minds.  Destruction.
3. The Greater Vancouver Regional District (GVRD) (which I think might now be referred to as Metro Vancouver) is made up of 13 cities and towns, the larger ones of which are all connected by skytrain and buses.  The City of Vancouver is made up of 578,000 people.  The whole GVRD is made up of 2,250,000 people.  Do the math.  A LARGE majority of the people that were downtown during the game and for the riot were not Vancouver-ites.  They were hoodlums and assholes (pardon my language) from outside the City of Vancouver.  So please, when they say 'Vancouverites are embarrassing (etc)', know that it's not JUST Vancouverites... Vancouver-ites are historically very proud of their city, very much in love with their city and the vast, VAST majority of Vancouverites feel the way I do... sad, disgusted, shamed and astounded!
4.  The Vancouver Police Department, the RCMP, the police forces from Abbotsford (over an hour away!), Richmond (20min way), Surrey (20 min away) all did an astounding job.  Before you hop on the bandwagon of criticism, just remember that those officers have families.  One police officer life is worth more than every Bay window smashed.  More than every burning car.  More than any of that.  So when they, as trained officers feel that it's not safe for the fire department to come downtown, not safe for the paramedics to come downtown and not safe for them to move in, then they're not going to.  Policing a riot isn't about the police being as aggressive as possible.  It's about doing everything they can to minimize the damage, minimize the risk and minimize the injuries and casualties... including to themselves.  Please don't judge them.
5.  Speculation is that the hoodlum gang calling themselves the 'Black Bloc' did/participated/instigated this.  They're not even from BC!  Their main purpose is to travel to events and make a mess.  Think the Olympics riot when they smashed up the Bay and downtown... same people.  Think the G20 in Toronto where they smashed up Eaton's and the downtown. Same people.  Reckless, irresponsible and disrespectful jerks.
To the rioters.
1.  You're on camera.  You're on YouTube and Facebook and Twitter.  Your peers are forwarding their pictures and videos to the VPD and RCMP so you can be identified.  I plan to scrutinize the pictures as soon as they're up and try help to identify the criminals.  Many MANY Vancouverites will be doing the same!
2.  The police and the government will be wanting to make as many arrests and write as many tickets as possible.  The morons looting London Drugs for a bag of chips?  You're going to get arrested.  You're on camera committing a crime.  The idiots jumping up and down on the police cars (not to mention setting fire to them!).  You're on camera.  You're going to be arrested.  The jerks kicking in the windows of businesses.  You're on CAMERA!  YOU'RE GOING TO BE ARRESTED!
3.  I hope your parents and your employers were watching and you get grounded, spanked, and fired.
4.  To the people that were taking videos, pictures and generally lollygagging around in an unlawful area, you were more trouble than you're pictures are worth and you made the situation worse.  You're just as culpable in the crimes committed when you stand to the side, film the nonsense and cheer the idiots on!  When the police told you to go home, you should have GONE HOME!  Had you left, you innocent gawkers, the police could have opened fire with rubber bullets and water cannons (did we just borrow those for the Olympics or do we have our own?), tear gas and full riot actions.  You staying down there and getting  'involved' made the situation worse.  Next time, when they tell you to go home, GO HOME!  The buses and skytrain were running until around 11pm.  The bridges weren't closed when it was still daylight. 
I'm absolutely devastated.  Mortified!  Incredibly sad and insanely angry!  This riot has given Vancouver a bad name, when it's not deserved.  This did not happen because of a hockey game.  This happened because the City of Vancouver graciously opened their doors to the general public to have some fun.  Come down to the city and watch the hockey game with 130K of your closest friends.  Share in our joy and celebratory spirit.  And some good for nothing jerks took advantage of that and decided to use the opportunity to get on the news and make a mess.  It seemed their intention was to do everything they could to make it bigger and badder and much MUCH more expensive than the riot that took place in 1994.  They succeeded.  They also succeeded in people criticizing peace loving hockey fans and a city that was trying to bring a little community spirit to it's streets.  Thanks a lot!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Done and Bombed

Sock is done.

I also just got my tags last week and found just enough thread in my Namaste Buddy Case to sew one on to the sock.  They're fabulous, and I have a way of maximizing how many you get for your dollar!  I paid for 300 and ended up with 600... smart!

O'Dark Thirty

why yes it IS six am!  Okay, not anymore, but I got up at 5:20 today, was at my carpool partner's house at 6:20 and at work at 6:45AM!  WHY?!?  At least it's sunny (ish) and not raining!  Sharon had a meeting that started at seven and since we carpool, here I am too... not that it's a bad thing... I have an appointment at 3:15 so I'll leave a little early and avoid having to take any doctor appointment time... thus avoiding the attendance police!
I was standing in the shower staring off into space and attempting to wake up by telling myself... 'self... it's okay...even tho you rarely ever actually do this, if you're very tired when you get home from work and counselling, you can go straight to bed'.  It's a tactic I often use that seldom results in me actually going to bed at 5:30pm (not that THAT has never happened before!).  But then my more alert side said this:
"THE CANUCKS ARE GOING TO WIN THE STANLEY CUP TONIGHT!  YOU CAN'T BE IN BED!!! WHEN IT HAPPENS!'.  And that was the finite end to trying to trick myself into being awake and happy about it.
I'm impressed with myself tho for having the wearwithall to actually assemble my home made lunch today, even tho it wasn't even six am.  I made a chicken salad sandwich on sourdough bread.  I'm usually at this point not too disturbed if I have to go to whole foods to get a salad, but today at lunch, besides wanting to knit on my obsession, I have to finish fixing the sock for Sharon that I promised to do ages ago.  Her new puppy ate part of the top cuff of her hubby's hand knit sock, and I fixed it.  Today at lunch, before I can knit on my obsession (which probably won't happen), I have to cast off the socky and weave in the ends.  I may have made a small mistake with the sock and accidentally moved the ribbing over one stitch on one half of it, but I'm told no one's going to notice or care... I think the problem is that I added a few stitches when I picked up the ripped out section... which was easy to do... whomever made this sock had a very 'unique' way of weaving in the ends...
The last thing I want to say is that just because something SAYS 'All Natural' doesn't mean it's going to be good for you or taste good.
I'm referring to Umpqua Oats.  They sell them at my coffee shop and I had heard that theyr'e decent.  I bought the Monkey Bars flavor, which was chocolate/coconut/peanut butter because... well you all know my weakness for peanut butter.  HOWEVER!  Partially defatted peanut powder is NOT peanut butter!  The entire thing was difficult to choke down, tasted a bit like cheap chinese food (peanut powder is used in some dishes) and so synthetic.  So I checked the ingredients (a little too little too late.)  Please tell me what is natural about the following ingredients:
Chocolate Liqueur (from the chocolate chips)
Soya Lecithin (I'm sure at some point natural, but quite a ways from the grown state of soy)
Partially defatted peanut powder (WHAT?)
Again I'm reminded that checking the ingredients instead of blindly following the 'marketing' is 10 seconds well spent!  BLECH!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Strange... and probably boring!

I have so many things on the needles to knit... I have a birthday present who's delivery date is steadily approaching... day by day it seems!  I have a lovely alpaca tarp thingy that I can't WAIT to wrap myself in.  I have a big wool blanket that is going to be of such comfort when it's done (as soon as I rethink the insanity that is the ruffle I have planned!).
However!  I don't care about any of them!  I'm knitting like a damn maniac... all I can think about is knitting... I made my lunch for today to be as easy and quick to wolf down as possible so I can spend as much of my lunch hour knitting... My item is in my purse and all I want to do is work on it!  This is unusual for me... I love knitting and I almost always enjoy the process but almost never get a project that consumes my mind.  The last one was the purple handspun shawl I knit last.
The project is THIS.  The yarn I'm using is new to me... it was on sale (and almost always is) this weekend and I got help from my fellow yarn pushers to pick out this gorgeous purple color.  It's 55% merino, 15% cashmere and 30% microfibre.  I'm not entirely sure what the microfibre does or how it will react to blocking, but this stuff is insanely soft!  I chose the Aran weight, which is a bit heavier than the specified yarn, but it's making an awfully cozy wrap!  It's a chainette ply, rather than a twisted ply... when you look at the strand, it looks like many tiny plies all braided together in a sort of icord.  It gives the knitting a lovely texture.
The thing I'm not enjoying about being insanely addicted to knitting on this project is the fact that my poor hands are SO DRY!  I'm typing this right now with CO Bigelow Lemon Hand Treatment (shameless linky...  this is a link to the Lemon Body Wash, which is also amazing... all available at Bath and Body Works!) in a 1/4" layer over top of my cuticles... It's going to sit there till it soaks in, because I don't think just rubbing in hand lotion is going to work!
Yesterday evening, before the most dismal hockey game (why... WHY do they keep torturing us!?!) I cleaned out the linen closet and the towel closet.  It turns out that I own a LOT of towels... but none that I'm willing to give up... See I only use a rotation of two/three bathsheets and a couple hand towels.  I have three complete sets (hand towels/face cloths/bathsheets) of different colored towels that have never been used.  I should give them away right?  I also have a TON of bedsheet sets... again, none that I'm willing to give away... and to be fair, I do use them all in rotation!  My next task will be to clean out the bottom of my closet.  Ever since childhood I've had a hard time keeping the bottom of my closet from turning into a nightmare...  Once that's done, then I'll work on the kitchen...
Pat has decided that he's going to leave his television for me.  It's a 32" Sony tube TV... I originally didn't want it because I don't spend a lot of time watching television, but if he's just going to get rid of it when he upgrades anyway, then I may as well hold on to it and it's a really nice gesture

Monday, June 13, 2011

Weekend in Pictures

For some reason, even tho I'm more tired than EVER, it feels like it was a long weekend.  Perhaps because I snuck away early on Friday... I went and bought the panels for the fabric mentioned below and then I went home and had a nap.  Napping has been moved from the  'wow, I love napping... what a nice thing to do for me' category into the 'if I don't nap I'll murder someone' category.  So napping it was!  When I woke up I decided to make fabric covered canvases and watch the hockey game.  It's rather anti-climatic in my house because the landlords watch it on a satelite feed, which for some reason means that they're about six seconds ahead of us... so I know they've scored before I've seen them score... On Friday night after the game, I went back to the fabric store with the intention of buying the blinding fabric for the new duvet cover... my friend Roger owns a drapery workroom and he's agreed to make my new duvet cover for me for next to nothing.  My five minute errand (because supposedly I knew what the fabric was I was getting) turned into an hour and a bit and I was the last one in the store at closing.  The picture below is rather color inaccurate and it's a light cream, not yellow,but there it is...
This is a picture of one of the fabric panels for outside.  There will be five of these and because the pattern repeat is so big, they'll each be slightly different, which will be awesome!
And finally, I went and dropped my laundry off on Saturday morning before work... when I came back to my car, what I saw alarmed me! 
That's one of my 'Dashing' mitts in Dream in Color Classy Happy Forest... it must have jumped out of the car when I took my laundry basket out... the horror!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

On the way!

Here's the fabric for the panels I referred to in the last post...

And here are my pretty two plants, the new lantern and a new pot for the herb dill!

Getting back to it

Last night was not a good night for Vancouver Canucks hockey fans.  I'm still convinced with home ice advantage that we will win the 'Big Mug' as my sister likes to say, but Monday and yesterday were not pleasant.  At the beginning of the game last night, I decided that since it was relatively nice outside, I would go outside and clean up the bunker.  (The Bunker being the small concrete patio and stairs that lead down to my apartment.)  A couple days ago I bought a couple herb plants and they were so fresh and lovely looking that I thought they deserved a nice place to sit.  Just before I went to Arizona, the landlords had the upstairs area powerwashed and despite my threats to the guy in the gumboots holding the high pressure hose, he got silt and dirt and dead leaves EVERYWHERE!  The landlords are also kind enough to shake out their towels and other laundry right into my outdoor living space and then there's all the cat hair, so as I'm sure you can imagine, it was pretty messy!
So outside I went with my broom and a garbage bag... three huge dustpans full of silt and leaves and fluffy later, the stairs and most of the bunker were swept up and looked amazing.  Then out came the Windex!  I polished the stair rail, the top banister, the bottom part of the banister, my little outdoor 3 tier'd table and my mushroom. Going through my head the whole time, knowing that if I did nothing, that my friends are coming to help me, was my counselor who wisely said 'You don't have to wait until July to start'.  At first I thought she was talking about running and yes, I do have to wait (for reasons I may expound on later).  But then last night as I was cleaning and windexing, I realized what she meant.  I'm taking everything I can do at the pace I can do it and last week I wasn't ready to clean out the Bunker.  Yesterday I was and there's no sense in waiting for July.  Yes, lots of things will wait and lots of things have to wait, but I'm going to do what I can now...
The funny thing was that while I was out there Windexing the railing, both my landlady and Patrick asked what I was doing and when told 'Windexing the railing' the next question from both of them was 'WHY?'.  And then I realized that it's been so long since I've behaved like 'me', that they don't even recognize it.  I'm innately more the person that will putter around outside (or inside) than sit on the sofa and watch TV.  I like to make and build things and move and clean things... And last night was a lovely acheivable venture back into that part of me!
 My plants now have a lovely home and politely asked if I could go out and get them a few more friends to help freshen the place up.  The answer is yes, of course and I plan to do that tonight!  I'm also going to get some chicken wire for the new cabinet and maybe some spray paint.  And as I was sitting here, I came up with and awesome and potentially inexpensive solution to the fact that the bunker is in fact gray concrete.  If I was in charge, I'd paint the floor, but it's not my house and that sort of thing needs upkeep, which wouldn't be guaranteed if I moved out.  So I'm going to get some inexpensive fabric and some canvas stretchers and make fabric panels, which I will then hang on the walls.  I'm thinking green and white... Which means that the spray paint I buy for the cabinet should be a green....
Decisions decisions

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Consious Decision

I can't say that the subject of my post is inspired by Andie, because I'd made this life change a year ago, but writing about it and telling the story and expounding on the thought process IS inspired by her.  BTW, if you don't know who I'm talking about, get over to and see for yourself!
If you know me well in real life you're probably already aware that I have issues with food.  Some of those issues include what my sister (  and I like to refer to as 'Food Anxiety'.  In my case, I have a tendancy to count food if it's being shared, eat more than I'm willing in fear I'll never get the item again, and what we also like to call 'sneak eating' and 'pre-eating'. 
Sneak eating is something that we developed as kids... i'm sure everyone has done it... sneak a cookie out of the package... run out to Starbucks under the guise of a coffee and secretly get a pastry.  My childhood has definitive moments in it where we were sort of forced to sneak eat (usually after dinner) or pre-eat (obviously before dinner).  My Grandparents spent a lot of time with us and they were so terrifyed that we would get fat that they monitored EVERYTHING.  I specifically remember now that I was thin and athletic and about 14 or 15 and riding my bike for MILES every day in the summer and no extra allowance was given for eating enough to feel full (without insane judgement).  I feel as tho I was never allowed to develop my own healthy relationship with food because it was being monitored and controlled for me.
Food Anxiety is I guess for me, the sort of umbrella term for my poor relationship with food.  I worry about being hungry, I worry about not getting 'my share'.  I eat more than I want to in order to make sure that I'm not 'missing out'.
From that comes a somewhat robotic approach to food.  So last year, when I made a somewhat surprising epiphany about french fries, I can say honestly I was really surprised! (worlds worst sentance!) I decided one day that I don't like French Fries.  At. All.  I realized that I was only eating them because typically that's what comes with sandwiches and burgers if you eat out.  But I don't like them.  They're bad for you and I don't find them yummy.  So I vowed to never eat another french fry.  And I haven't!  I also now have added Yam Fries and hashbrowns into that category.  Because I would rather eat yams.  Or a baked potato.  And when I really have a craving for French Fries, which is actually just a disguise, because what I'm really wanting is ketchup, then I make my own. 
The French Fry ephiphany has alerted me to the fact that just because something is socially acceptable to eat (or do or behave like), you're responsible for your own participation.  If you don't like it, or think it, you're not required to DO it... The world is a busy place and we're all moving at a faster more manic pace than ever before... Maybe one of the things we let go of in order to 'fit it all in' shouldn't be our own self awareness....

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Random iPhone Pics

Here are some random pictures from my iphone....

 Henri went to the USA last Friday and ate fruit salad while sitting on a croissandwich.

 Mr. Fluffypants and I watching West Wing on DVD.  And my Peruvian Alpaca Slippers!

 Mr. Fluffypants having a nap.... snuggling in his snuggy!

Still napping in the snuggy

Deciding he didn't want his picture taken anymore...

Rawr... stop it mom! 


I'm attempting to find a good color to paint my living room... Currently I have a 'mural' of sorts on the one wall and I've decided that I'm tired of looking at it.  The whole room is a soft creamy white color, with creamy white velvet drapes (yes, it's awesome!) and everything else is brown.  The TV nook is brown (this is actually a closet that I took the doors off and painted the interior brown), the sofa is brown, the coffee table and storage thingy are brown.  So I decided I needed to infuse a bit of color (and paint over the, in my opinion now, ghastly mural!
So the other day I was eating a chocolate bar... not the best choice, I will give you that, but highly inspiring.  See the chocolate inside was a dark gorgeous brown color and the wrapper was Seafoam with white accents.  So I've decided that the best choice to paint in there is one wall (with the tv nook staying brown) in seafoam.  It's actually called 'poolside blue' and if you wanted to look it up on the Benjamin Moore website, the color code is 2048-40.  It's more of a blue toned seafoam and it's a totally crazy nutso color but I don't care! 
I'm also going to give up my fish.  I'm not sure how exactly but they're going to have to go to a new home.  I like them and the cat likes to torment them but I don't take excellent care of them because I've just had too much stuff going on and now I just feel enormous guilt toward them.  I want them to go somewhere that they're taken care of and appreciated.  Plus, I continue to call their tank a 'cage' in casual conversation, which I think somehow disqualifies me for fish ownership.  If you want or know of someone that wants them, they have a medium sized tank, foliage, rocks, an aerator thingy (makes bubbles... they like to play in the bubbles), a light, and a pump and filter set up.  I also have the hose thingy for cleaning the tank, extra filters a brand new container of food and all the stuff to keep them happy.  They're free to a good home and given the location, I could probably also be convinced to drop them off.  I'll even clean their cage out before they go!
My friend Glenda and I are going to take to dyeing some yarn one of these days pretty soon.  I'm quite excited about it, ever since I put the whole shebang in a box and forgot about it after my last highly unpleasant experience.  We've gotten all the dyes we need and I have plenty of bare yarn to play with.  I'm looking forward to it!
AND!  The best thing ever is that I bought two little plants yesterday!  One little basil plant and one herb Dill plant!  They're currently in their store pots waiting to be transplanted... they'll be waiting a couple weeks unless I get up the courage to go under the stairs and fetch out a terracotta pot (which I know I won't, because SPIDERS!).  I love them and am going to feed them miracle grow and love them!

Monday, June 6, 2011

It hurts... IT HURTS!

The Canucks are supposed to be blowing Boston out of the water... are they?  No!  They're behind 4-0 in the third period!  One player gave another player a potentially life changing check that ended with a Boston player in the hospital and the 'nucks have fallen apart!

While they were falling apart, I was overhauling the ol' blog!  I needed a new format... I'm attempting to begin a somewhat new life and since I'm committed to blogging, I figured some new scenery wouldn't hurt.

I'm going to put a pillow over my head and hope that the Canucks get it together...


Sunday, June 5, 2011

Something to be Proud of

Since I apparently have no original thoughts at this time, I give you another set of lyrics that are currently working to inspire me.

This is from the song 'Something to be Proud of' by Montgomery Gentry

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
You don't need to make a million
Just be thankful to be workin'
If you're doing what you're able
And putting food there on the table

And if all you ever really do is the best you can
Well, you did it man
That's something to be proud of

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Fake it till ya make it, right?

Little Bit Stronger
Sara Evans

Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain
But I brushed my teeth anyway
I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face
I got a little bit stronger

Riding in the car to work and I'm trying to ignore the hurt
So I turned on the radio, stupid song made me think of you
I listened to it for minute but I changed it
I'm getting a little bit stronger, just a little bit stronger

And I'm done hoping that we could work it out
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around
And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change

I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger

Doesn't happen overnight but you turn around
And a month's gone by and you realize you haven't cried
I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer
I'm busy getting stronger
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And I'm done hoping that we can work it out
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around
And, oh, I'm done thinking, that you could ever change

I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger
I get a little bit stronger

Getting along without you, baby
I'm better off without you, baby
How does it feel without me, baby?
I'm getting stronger without you, baby

And I'm done hoping we could work it out
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around
And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change

I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger

I get a little bit stronger
Just a little bit stronger
A little bit, a little bit, a little bit stronger
I get a little bit stronger