January 31, 2011 § Leave a comment
We began our weekend with a little bit of unpredictability.
It started with the radio. The Voice, after a rather poor effort in clever banter, began droning off a list of highway closures due to strong winds and almost 0 visability.
Trav had asked me to check the internet for road closures, and it looked like our main route was open for the time being. So we made a run for it, and piled into his car. I could feel the last of the stinging sensation on my cheeks. It was pretty darn cold, but nothing we couldn’t handle.
At first, we thought it wasn’t so bad. It was a bit windy, and the snow just barely brushed across the asphalt roads…
…and then, a mile out of the city, things changed.
The road suddenly disappeared. We couldn’t tell where the road ended and where the ditch began. We saw tail lights at the last moment, a barely visible semi, and the faint glow of flashing amber lights…lights that belonged to a car that got pulled into the whiteness. It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced.
We almost got sucked in ourselves.
So we made the smart decision to turn around and stay another night in the city. It was a good thing too, because the next morning, we heard stories of a few fatalities overnight.
The next morning, we piled into the car again and headed out. This was the view just outside of the city.
A few miles later, we saw a bunch of these:
It’s scary to think that we might’ve been in the same situation if we kept going…or worse.
Things were good until we were about 20 minutes from our destination. The wind picked up, and we started to worry just a bit (okay, actually, I started to worry…).
But things were good. Fine. Sort of. We had a few close calls. During one of our steadier moments, I took this picture of the “hydro” lines along the highway. It just screams “Prairie Winter” to me…
Oh, and here’s the “Halfway Tree”, which isn’t really halfway to where we were going, but it’s pretty much the only tree in the area, and it sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s one of those familiar sights you look forward to during a long car ride.
Needless to say, we made it to The Farm all in one piece. We relaxed for a bit before heading to the rink to watch Trav and his team (in navy/black) go for the “gold” (i.e. bragging rights). The highlight? Trav scored the first goal. 🙂 I wanted to scream, “THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!!” but that kind of thing is frowned upon, apparently…
Unfortunately, Trav’s team lost (by one point, but that didn’t matter). Trav didn’t think it was appropriate to take a team picture after the loss, so this is the only “team picture” that I got…and he’s not even in it. 😦
After the game, some of the boys came up and hugged their girlfriends who cooed comforting words in their ears. Others didn’t take it as hard and went around visiting with the crowd. And Trav? He sulked the manly way: with burgers & beer. One thing I’ve learned in this relationship is to give the man room to sulk. When he’s done, he’ll be more inviting…and buy me food. 😀 Because I was starving after all that cheering and yelling.
I don’t know about you, but there’s something about hockey that ups the hot factor in (most) guys. Like…on a hot scale, Trav reached a 500. But maybe I’m just a bit biased. ♥
All in all, we had a busy weekend. Trav discovered his “slapshot”, and I found out that I’m not that shy when it comes to cheering for my man…even if it is “frowned upon”.
January 31, 2011 § 1 Comment
The day is here! Thank you to everyone who entered the draw. It was lots of fun reading about your favourite winter memories; they brought back a lot of my own memories as a kid making and defending snow forts and hoarding “gems” and “diamonds” (ice cubes with food colouring).
By random selection, the winner of this giveaway is Jennie! Congratulations! I hope you love this cowl as much as I did making it!
January 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
We’re heading out to the country!
Every year, in my boyfriend’s hometown, the community rink hosts a hockey tournament that showcases some pretty big talent (young and old) and very loud (i.e. crazy) fans!
As a result, I probably won’t be posting anything this weekend. It’s pretty reptilian outside (BLIZZARD!!!) and I don’t know if we’ll make it in time for the 9pm game. Cross your fingers…
To tie you over, I’ll leave you with a little image of what’s waiting for me outside…
It’s really not that bad!
Stay warm and cozy!
Update: Ok, I lied. It’s really bad out there, so we’re staying in the city for the night, and heading out tomorrow morning. SCARY.
January 27, 2011 § 1 Comment
January 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
I did it.
I went. And I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo proud of myself. I would pat myself on the back if I could move…
At first, I thought the most difficult part was the drive. My nerves were telling me to make a U-ball and fall into the loving arms of my couch (or, in my imagination, Derek Mor–err…Travis). But my mind (which technically controls my nerves) told me to grow a pair (anatomically speaking, this is impossible).
So I grew a pair and marched my butt into that gym and stood around awkwardly for about 5 minutes before class started. You know…pretending to yawn because it’s the only thing you can think of that won’t make people suspect that you are socially awkward…or standing around, rubbing your hand along your other arm all nervous like. Don’t do the last part. The yawning is much more effective.
Time went by slowly. I found myself yawning pretty much all the time. Then suddenly, the instructor said some stuff (in her muffled microphone voice) and people started running towards…oh no. NO. Dear God NO.
YES. IT WAS MY NEMESIS…the “AEROBIC STEPPER BENCH THINGY.” Bad memories…I had flash backs of aerobics class in gym, where I quickly learned that I did not possess the qualities of…well…anything to do with coordination. My mother (bless her soul) was kind enough to pass on the UCG (uncoordinated or ultimate clutz gene) to me, her one and only precious daughter…
Before things get ridiculous, and I stop making sense from my current state of delirium, let’s all take a deep breath. This is mainly for me because (as you will soon know) I am still a little oxygen deprived.
Some of the women in the class proudly boasted that they shall indeed elevate their ASBT to TWO (2) levels. The others, a bit confused as to how it was put together, were actually the smart ones and elevated their ASBTs to only one (1) level. Me, being the awesome, fit person that I am elevated my Nemesis to 2 levels. Wow, my IQ must be in the garbage, because at that point, something started to stink. Or maybe I just noticed that this is the normal smell of the gym…
In any case, about 5 minutes into the class, I started thinking, “Hey, this isn’t so bad.”
30 seconds later, I wanted to die.
That’s the problem with muscle toning. It’s all fine and dandy until you get to that point where your legs would rather be kicking psycho criminals’ butts with a certain hot BAU agent named Derek Morgan than stepping up and down on the ASBT for what seems like an eternal hell.
My thighs started shaking. My foot started cramping. My body was screaming STOP, but my mind was still in the garbage, looking for my common sense. I started smelling iron, and I was sure that I was going to get a bleeding nose, so I stopped breathing for a while just to let my poor dry nose recover…
And then it was all over.
Not the class. My coordination.
For the next 54½ minutes, I did everything I could to push myself to the end. Yes, my 1-2-3-4’s turned into 19-27-42-2-68-99-5833, but I made it work. I looked (and felt) like a complete fool, but I got through it all.
I knew it was over as soon as my instructor told us to give ourselves a “big hug”. I couldn’t. I forgot where my arms were. On the bright side, my mind finally found my intelligence and I ended up lowering my Nemesis to one level at about 30 minutes into the class (a number of 2-levellers also followed suit). It was like a paradise, except there’s no trees, no water, and you’re still in hell.
When I left the gym, I felt like I had forgotten something. I realized, as I pulled into my parking stall at home, that my instructor was probably bottling up what was left of my soul…you know…for “safe keeping”.
Next week, I’m going to try and get my soul back. Stay tuned for that adventure…
In the mean time, I have to satisfy the Hungry Monster that lives in my tummy.
Have you done something this week that you were pretty proud of?
January 26, 2011 § 2 Comments
As a side note, there are still 5 days left before the Valentine’s Day giveaway ends! Check it out here if you think I’m making things up. Currently, odds are at 20%.
Lots of ♥,
One of my “plans & goals” for this year was to be more active. My Monday-Friday is spent at a desk, in front of a computer, for 8 hours straight. I don’t really get up and walk around unless I reeaaaaaally need to (i.e. coffee, then bathroom…it’s a good pattern). As a result of earning money, I’ve put on a little bit of poundage, and I’m afraid it’s starting to show.
Waaaay back in October or November…or maybe it was December, I was out for brunch with one of my girlfriends. We were talking about how we wanted to be more active, so she suggested we take a class together through my city’s Leisure Guide. I thought that was a great idea, but completely forgot about it until she brought it up a few weeks later.
We agreed on taking a muscle toning class because:
- There was no cardio (I would probably die if there was)
- The location suited us both and
- It would help me figure out where I stand on the “physically fit” scale (so…I’ve determined that I’m pretty much not even on this scale).
#3 is pretty important, because a few days after I registered for this course, I also bought a couple of passes to do a boot camp. The plan is to get toned up
and sexy from this class, and then subject ourselves to the cruelty that Boot Camps are (in)famous for. So once I actually get on the The Scale (i.e. >0), I think I will be somewhat prepared to kill myself open this new door to becoming the somewhat-more-active me.
The first class was not bad. I was able to keep up for the most part, and wasn’t too sore afterwards. The second class was different, but still challenging, but I pushed myself pretty hard. The next day, I literally crawled into work. I wasn’t sure if my legs would hold me up. It was quite sad.
Tonight is the third class. Due to unforseen viral infections, my girlfriend notified me that she will be unable to attend. This is bad because
- She is sick. (In general, this is bad.)
- I don’t like doing “new”ish things alone with strangers…especially in a neighbourhood I’m not familiar with, and ESPECIALLY in a gym full of fit people, and
- I AM SCARED.
This sounds pretty lame, but really…it’s the truth. I am FREAKED OUT by the very thought of going alone tonight. I don’t do well in crowds, or around people I don’t know…it’s one of my many weaknesses. To top it all off, I do not like being watched by other people while I’m awkwardly trying to look like I know what I’m doing. It’s a total self-conscious thing, and I need to get over it.
BUT I AM SCARED. So much so that I contemplated not going tonight either. But then I thought that I would only be disappointing myself, wasting my money, and wrecking any chance I have at trying to get where I want to get (physically speaking).
And I am still contemplating. The class starts in an hour, which leaves me less than half an hour to make a decision.
Will I go, or will I stay home and watch a new episode of Criminal Minds? Because the latter is very tempting. I love that show…it’s one of the sacrifices I made to be more active. Oh Derek Morgan, how I miss you…
This is so suspenseful. Even I don’t know what I’ll end up doing…
Do you have a fear that has kept you from doing something new?
January 23, 2011 § 1 Comment
Today, Trav and I had a Moment.
Since we are both engineers (different fields), we tend to have…err… “discussions” about who is more right or who is definitely wrong. He likes things a certain way, and I have my own unique tastes. But today…today, we actually agreed on something that we’ve never really discussed before: Home Decor.
It might sound ridiculous to you…but this Moment is actually pretty significant.
We saw It in one of my favourite home decor stores. He didn’t really want to go in at first, because everything is a bit pricey in there…but as we wandered around, browsing shelf after shelf of odds and ends, we stumbled upon one of the most beautiful tables we’ve ever seen.
It was at the back of the store, nestled between a bedroom dresser and a buffet table. We blinked. We both shuffled over to it. And yes, at the same time, we ran our hands over the solid pine.
“I like this. A lot.”
And then silence.
“I am going to buy this table.”
Trav never says things like this. He usually hems and haws over an item fully before committing to any kind of purchase. It’s a little frustrating, but it keeps me in check. Hahaaaaah…no, it’s frustrating.
Anyway, we didn’t end up buying the table because really, we didn’t have $750 to spend, and we didn’t have anywhere to put it. But we REALLY. LOVED. THIS. TABLE. We loved it so much that we made it our mission to find matching pieces…a side table, a china cabinet, matching chairs, matching dinnerware…holy Hannah we almost died with excitement.
After we came back to earth, we realized that everything would have to wait. And it broke our hearts because we REALLY. LOVED. THIS. TABLE. We loved that it was solid (reclaimed) pine (real wood!!!). We loved its rustic charm. We loved that the legs could detach from the table. We loved the unique details, the chairs, and the fact that there were other pieces just like it. I’m pretty sure we forgot to breathe.
And then he said, “Leah, don’t ever bring me in here again.”
A victorious cheer exploded in my mind. I love this man, and I love that he loves this table. I love that this table screams “LEAH AND TRAVIS FOREVERS!!!” and that one day, we can give it to our kids as a worthy heirloom piece that doesn’t shame us…an heirloom that screams “LEAH AND TRAVIS FOREVERS AND EVERS!!!”
(Wow. I sound like a freak.)
We left the store quickly before things got even more out of hand. It was cold outside, and for a second, we forgot about the table. But on the way home, that’s all we talked about. And that’s when I realized that I could have a home with this man. A home that really defines the both of us…not just me, and not just him. We found something we really loved together, and it made us excited for the future. Sure, it was just a dining table, but the discovery was something we haven’t experienced for a while.
We may not have the table (yet), but we have our love for each other, and this idea of a home…and for one afternoon, there was a glimmer of hope that our home wouldn’t be covered in deer heads, mud, and camo.
Have you ever had A Moment that totally changed your perspective on someone or something?