Monthly Archives: February 2016

Hot Diggity I Love Sunday!



I had the most glorious Sunday!! Morning snuggles with the hounds and kitties. Amazing brunch with my work bestie. Great good, great booze and the best company a girl could ask for. The evening consisted of an AWESOME game of dodgeball, tacos and binge watching Nashville.  I could not have asked for a better day!


#TBT – Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~Chili Davis


Another day of flipping thru old pictures on my jam packed hard drive. Looking through all those years and I see the same face over and over, so similar, so different. I find the eyes so fascinating. Those eyes, her eyes… my eyes. Always a little sad, always a little silly, always the first thing I see when I look at a picture of myself.


10 years old. Clearly pre-braces.


jr high

13 years old, graded 7. Early adopter of the red lipstick heart break cure. Freshly dumped by SRR. 



20 years old –  No idea that life is about to TOTALLY throw me a massive curve ball. 



22 years old – Wet hot mess! Tragic highlights and life a disaster. 



25 years old – I think I know everything, but I don’t. Also I am befriending a man who is going to change everything. 




31 years old – Never been so sure of something in my whole life. No matter what happens from here I know that I did something right! 


41 years old – I know exactly enough to know that I know nothing. I am happy with my life. Meow.





More is…. well it’s just more


The other day I was looking for an old document I had written so I pulled out my external hard drive and ended up getting lost in almost a decades worth of photos. I have literally THOUSANDS of pictures which is fantastic. I really love taking pictures and I pretty much take every opportunity I can but the real reason I have SO many is because I am totally a hoarder digitally speaking. I don’t delete ANYTHING.  Which would be fine if every picture I took was a one a kind masterpiece but the truth is where I am shooting something I like it take dozens of pictures until I get THE ONE. I don’t need 23 pictures of a piece of toast! So starting today I am going to get off my lazy digital butt and start to clear out all the detritus. In the mean time I give you….








Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living? – Bob Marley



I have lived almost every single one of my 41 years on the east coast of Canada, perched next to the Atlantic ocean. That is not an insubstantial amount of winters. Why then have I never acclimated?  When will evolution make me hardy enough to endure snow and slush and freezing rain. When will I get used to living in a place where the air hurts my face? Surely 40 years should have made something about this easier.

As I lay here in my bed, curled up under the duvet, wearing heavy socks and clutching my heating pad, I can hear the wind outside whipped up in a frenzy and I am dreading the oncoming storm.   But maybe if I close my eyes really tight I can convince my mind it’s not the wind but the crashing waves of endless blue ocean. Maybe my dreams will take me far away to the white sand beach at Cayo Blanco where I will float drinking pina colada out of pineapple. Maybe my heart will always be in Cuba.

Oh the places you will go…



I have had the most glorious holiday Monday. I slept in extra late which is just so friggin’ glorious I have no words.  When we FINALLY rolled out of bed Hubs McGee and I went out for breakfast because I was seriously jonesing for PANCAKES!! We had a great chat about math (yeah our marriage is WEIRD!) and I ended up wearing half a vanilla shake which made everyone involved laugh hysterically including the waitress who kinda got to second base trying to help me clean up.  We came right home so I could have a shower, vanilla milkshake, for what it’s worth, has major stick factor!  Then I spent the REST OF THE DAY laying around day dreaming, some times actually dreaming, about life and traveling and how awesome everything is.  I spent hours thinking about places I want to travel to, meals I want to have in exotic places with my husband, awesome pictures I would take. MY imagination has been on fire. I want this to be my decade of exploration, I have big dreams and today they got even bigger.  Perfection.  I don’t feel even remotely guilty for wasting away my extra day off, this day is exactly what the doctor ordered. I am rested and I am happy!

Love is being stupid together. ~Paul Valery


I have seen many lovely declarations of love today, some heartfelt, some humorous, all fantastic. Gil and I we, well we aren’t really valentines people. Anytime we put effort into romance it always comes across… awkward and disingenuous.

Sure I like flowers but I like getting to sleep in while he takes the dogs out for a pee much much more.  I like nice dinners and sweet treats but we have never needed a special occasion for any of those things. So this is how my sweet guy and our spent our glorious Sunday which also happened to be February 14th


It was a extra chilly morning and I really didn’t want to get out of bed but my honey lured me into the cold car with the promise of bum warmers and adventure. I have to be honest, he can talk me into pretty much anything… he has a way with words.



Breakfast at Norbert’s. They make the best Golden Milk. The market is a lot quieter on Sunday so we were able to and enjoy ourselves. I love talking to my husband over breakfast.



While Gil was at jugger in the afternoon I spent some time napping and writing and then I made us a “we miss Cuba” feast.  Rice and black beans, Cuban pulled pork and Cuba Libre’s. I can neither confirm nor deny rumors that there was salsa dancing in the dining room but I will say my name can shake it!


While Gilly was distracted my sweet girl decided she would make a better dinner companion. God she is adorable.

I don’t hate Valentines Day and I adore watching people celebrate their love, I’m not hater. Gil and I, we just know that if you do it right… every day can be the most romantic day of the year.


A Day in the Life – A picture an hour


I came across this idea in a blog I follow a while back and it turns out this is… a thing. I wanted to do it earlier but I have been working an assload of over time and was worried you might find 12 pictures of my desk ask boring as I do. So last night I decided today was the day, an absolutely typical Saturday…. god I love Saturday.



7:30am…. there is no such thing as sleeping in when you have dogs, not unless you enjoy cleaning pee off the floor which frankly I don’t.  I am too damn tired to care about what the neighbours might say if they see what I am wearing.


9:30am… Okay time to get up for real. But I am going to lay here and enjoy the quiet a little bit longer while Gil feeds and unfeeds the animals. I love this part of the morning.


10:30 …. Finally made it out of the house and downtown for breakfast at Portland Street Creperie. God I love this place. My breakfast is so amazing that I do a chair dance and try and chew as slowly as I can to make it last longer. Plus the price is amazing. RUN!


11:3oam…. Home from getting groceries, everything I need for meals for the coming week. I feel guilty because I forgot my reusable bags. But I pat myself on the back for planning to COOK!


12:30pm After two crazy weeks of work the kitchen is truly in a state, it is honestly distressing so while Gil is out I ramp up the 90’s dance tunes and have a dance party in the kitchen while I finally get it clean. I feel genuine joy at my accomplishment.


1:30pm… Now that the kitchen is clean I have to make something to take to a friends birthday party tonight. Thank god for an easy delicious recipe and my mixmaster.


2:30pm Time for a break. A cup of tea (or 5) and a cheesy movie sitting at my dining room table which is my favorite place to hang out in my house. I love our table. It is dented, stained, damaged and scared. Proof of all the wonderful times we have there.

p3 3:30pm… Time to prep dinner for tomorrow night. Gil and I have big plans which ONLY by coincidence fall on valentines day. I am making a marinade that calls for 20 cloves of garlic, yes 20!!! My hands smell delightful for the rest of the day.


4:30pm…. Heading out to Pete’s to find a few things for tomorrow’s dinner we couldn’t find at our local grocery store. It’s snowing and I am feeling mild panic that I might get called into work. Gil lets me sit in the cozy warm car while he cleans off the snow.


5:30pm … I am worried that my tea buzz is wearing off so after a successful trip to Pete’s we stop so I can get a London Fog at the Second Cup. Also I love holding the hot cup in my hands because it is hella cold outside!


6:30pm – Running late, I have no idea where the last hour went BACK out in the car to head to Natalie’s 40th birthday party. Gil is driving because I am winter weather wuss. Maybe this means I have have a drink tonight too!


7:30pm – Friends and food! It’s a casual and relaxed event, just like the birthday girl (center with long black hair) but she seems VERY happy!


8:30pm – L&T are teaming up on something in the booze cabinet. This is surly a sign of good things to come. Also everyone knows there is good shit at the end of the rainbow!


10:30 What on earth happened to 9:30? That must have been a really good drink.  Jay looks incredibly dubious about what he is hearing. I am ready to join Jessie for snuggles on her dog bed. I am getting tired but not because I am old, because I am still getting over a cold.  Right?!


11:30pm Strangely deep conversation about calculus and differential equations. Thank you lads for always making sure my brain gets a good work out when we are together. Man we are wild party animals!


1:30 – Okay it’s late! It’s been a great day but truthfully it is WAY past my bed time and I have to pass out now. Hubby is already snoring away and the promise of Sunday is calling!