Friday, May 15, 2009

Blogging fail.

It just occured to me that part of the reason I am so terrible at keeping at my own blog is that I'm busy following the blogs of others. Almost every morning, I get out of bed at least two hours before I have to leave the house. The first hour is spent sipping coffee, usually while wrapped in a blanket, poking around the internet. The majority of my bookmarks that I check daily (or even multiple times daily) are design and "pretty things" blogs. Anything that's not actually interior design, I classify as "pretty things". Recipes, photography, images of flowers and teacups on sunny tables, etc. So, I'm too busy admiring to create right now. I'll get there. In the meantime, some of my current favourites:

Please enjoy with sun streaming through your window, music playing unobtrusively in the background, and your hot beverage of choice in your favourite mug.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

No longer being a student has caused me to completely lose track of time. Everytime I think about what day it is, my first guess is always wrong. Apparently, I am also confused as to what month I'm existing in.
The other night, I decided life called for red wine (life calls for red wine VERY often - demanding, really). I toddled on up to the liquor store and bought my uber-classy $9.45 bottle of screw-top Frontera merlot. (Hey, desperate times.) While I was next door to Sobey's, I figured I would pick up a couple of quick items. I grabbed a can of chickpeas and a can of tomato sauce, which I later combined with baby spinach to make a delicious supper. I also picked up a container of cream cheese, which I was delighted to find on sale. An obsessive expiry date-checker, I assessed that I had loads of time to go through said cream cheese.
The next morning, I had in the shower a rare moment of time-awareness, and recalled the date on the cream cheese I had just purchased (but not yet opened). I then swore out loud, because I realized that the date in question was March 27. Upon finishing my shower, I double-checked. Yes, indeed, my cream cheese had been expired for a week and a half.
Good thing it was on sale.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

My younger sister messaged me this morning, saying hello and then, "I've been haunting facebook and such for about two hours, assuming you'd be having a hard morning."
What a beautiful person.

Monday, March 9, 2009

As a Haligonian living in St. John's, two things I can't get used to are:

"CB" means Cornerbrook, not Cape Breton.

The "West coast" means the West coast of Newfoundland, not British Columbia.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Reasons why March beats the pants off of February.

1. Sidewalks! As of today, at least where I've been, there's more clear sidewalk than not. There are some stubborn ice patches, but most times of day, it's no big deal to dart off the sidewalk for a moment to get around them.

2. Warmth and sunshine! For the majority of January and February, I had the heat cranked and had to rock all of the winter gear even for a quick trip outside. In the last week, I have worn my winter coat MAYBE three times, and my hat just a couple times more (it keeps my hair out of my eyes). I am aware that half of "the last week" fell in February, but the three snowstorms in the preceding week robbed said month of any claim on decent weather.

3. Grant! Boy returns for a week (hopefully), and sooner than expected. Possibly even in time for St. Patrick's Day. February was grossly Grant-less.

4. St. Patrick's Day! When I celebrate the part of my heritage that most endorses being drunk a great deal of the time.

5. The final month of classes for my friends who are still slaving away at their undergraduate degrees. The end of classes and exams shortly thereafter means more time with my beauties!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Social interaction for the win.

Having just come from a lovely supper at the Bagel Cafe with Maggie, I am pondering friendships and the many types of which I've been a part. Over my time in St. John's, I have found an almost unfair (to others) number of amazing friends. Never before have I felt so at ease around so many people. I realize that one element of this is reaching adulthood, but I know that it's not the only one.
I think of the friendships that my mother has. The ones that have lasted decades despite the fact that contact only happens a few times a year, at most. Yet, she sits down with these people over a bottle of wine and they talk for hours about everything under the sun. This is how I am with Maggie, and many others. Whether we see each other every second day or once a month our conversations are a beautiful mess of segues and tangents and forgetting where we began.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I'm a twelve-year-old boy.

This chick has a paper route. Georgestown, here I come.
I joked to Grant the other day after I had sent the first email inquiring about the routes that I have reverted to job options normally reserved for elementary school aged children. Yesterday, both Jonny and Joey called me a twelve-year-old boy. And I am taking over a route that was left open by, you guessed it, a twelve-year-old boy. Life is cute, and some stereotypes are true.