ACK!

February 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sorry about the lack of posting.

Life kind of got in the way, and I’m trying to get things organized on my end. Will be back shortly with a more predictable posting schedule, if you want to call it that…

Give me a few days/a week to get my butt in gear! ♥

Getting through the day…

February 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Lately, I’ve been finding it hard to get through the work day.

Winter is our slowest season, and I find my desk unusually bare. Most of the projects have been wrapped up, and the clients’ files have been stored away in a cabinet for “future reference” (dust collectors). I find myself waiting for the phone to ring…the same constant ringing that drove me absolutely nuts over the summer. Where did everyone go?

All this silence and boredom has made me appreciate the little things that happen each day. These are a few things that happened this week that “made my day”:

  1. Finding a “loose” Hot Tamale in my purse after I thought I had eaten them all. (I’m slightly addicted to these…)
  2. Receiving an e-mail from a friend and former co-worker about my loud phone voice (I really can’t help it).
  3. Going out for lunch with my dad.
  4. Getting a new coffee maker in the office that doesn’t evaporate all the water and make SOOPA STRONG coffee!
  5. Taking 15 minute breaks every couple of hours to read a blog, and be inspired!
  6. Reading an e-mail from the boyfriend that’s not about winning a lunch time poker game, or being sick and wanting to “spread the love”. (Okay, this hasn’t happened yet, but it doesn’t hurt to have a little hope!)

It might not sound like much, but it really helps me make it to Friday without going stir crazy!

PS- Check out Julie’s 7 Days of Hot Chocolate! It’s the perfect way to wrap up a long, hard day at work!

What are some things that “made your day” this week?

Country Mayhem: Hockey Style!

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”.

“Share the Love” Valentine’s Day Giveaway: Update

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!

It’s a country mayhem kind of weekend…hockey style!

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.

Things I ♥: Black & Brown

January 27, 2011 § 1 Comment

I love black tea.

It is a warm hug on a cold day.

It’s like Christmas in your mouth, all the time!

But what’s even BETTER than black tea

is black tea and brown sugar.

Carmelized heaven.

Yum.


Update: Keeping Promises = 1; Derek Morgan = 0 :(

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?