Monday, December 5, 2016

Snowy adventures

Talk about adulting fail, but I truly didn't beleive them when they called for snow. So I didn't plan a way to work that didn't involved my bald summer tires. And I turned my alarm off in my sleep. And woke up to this: 


So I called in saying I'd be late, and trekked like a champ to the bus stop. 


Where two busses with "not in service" splashed me with slush. 


I waited for an hour, nothing. But thank goodness for good friends. Kate's to the rescue! 


Add "buy snow tires" to the list of serious adulting now that I live on a hill. And would you beleive it, we drove from a winter wonderworld to clear roads and a dusting in the matter of a couple blocks down Marmont. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!?!??!"

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Snowflake thievery

So last night when I was doing my laundry at midnight (don't ask - been a weird week) I found a note in our elevator. I must add, we've been relatively note free since the lovely passive aggresive gems next to me moved out. But last night I found this: 


As you might have guessed, that's my writing as the "Friendly Elf" which I find clever since I worked in Santaland for six years. It's not as selfless as it seems because the free poinsettias we get from the church down the street cost me $70 to call the pet poison control when Beasty chewed down on it overnight last year. I was already planning to barricade the plant in the bathroom overnight and unload it today somewhere when the opportunity to put it at her door came up. But I beleive in be good in the world, and replacing that poor kids snowflake is the right thing to do. I was thinking this as I took the stairs to the second floor to fetch the elevator between loads (again - don't ask) when I saw someone on the second floor had a snowflake decoration on THEIR DOOR. Right, so if you did steel the decoration from a suite downstairs, you wouldn't have the balls to put it on your door would you? And even if you didn't steal the 4 year olds downstairs, if there was a stolen snowflake on the premis, I would take my snowflake decoration down this year, just to debunk suspicion. #ApartmentDrama 


 

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Feeling Enchanted

I went with my Auntie last night to the opening night of the new Enchant light maze down in Vancouver. I had an absolute blast. If you want to go hang out with hundreds of lost people, this is your event my friend! It starts off so innocently too, when they hand you a card with the names of all nine reindeer. "Oh this is exciting! I just find them and stamp them? How fun!" 


Until a half hour later, when you keep finding the same damn reindeer over and over again. "Dammit Donner! We've found you four times!" One of the workers said someone offered to pay her to find Vixen. I jumped and hollered when we found the last one. 

Lots of cool and fun things they did with lights. 




Some people didn't get the email warning to wear proper footwear due to all the rain we've had. I saw a girl in flats! 


The market was fun, not a place to get all my Christmas shopping done, but some cool leggings, and great people selling cool stuff. Bamboo bowls. 

FOOD TRUCKS! 


I have a severe poutine addition, and the real potatoe fries hit the spot. 


My Auntie and I always have a great time together, so pick your person well if you plan on going. A great local way to get into the holiday season. Vixen was a bugger to find.


Great festive date idea gentlemen, but convince your date to wear her sexiest wellies.
 

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Hot chocolate fail

I quite often find myself doing outlandish things, sometimes with the mentality of "if it doesn't work out, it'll be a good blog post" But other times, I specifically go out of my way trying things just for the blog post. This is such a case. 


I saw this kind of hot chocoate, and knew I'd have to give it a go, for all you lovely folks. Spoiler alert, it's nasty. I love bacon. I love maple. I love maple bacon. I love hot chocolate. But maple bacon hot chocolate is pretty gross. It tastes like chocolatey cooked bacon! I'm not sure what kind of chemicals they used, but I'm willing to guess it was an accident like penecillan. Can you imagine the lab that day? "You're never going to beleive me Sharon, until you try it..." 


 

Monday, November 14, 2016

Trauma healed

So a couple weeks back now, I was invited over by one of the wonderful women I met at my yoga retreat. A group of six of us, mostly strangers to each other, curled up on her couches drinking herbal tea from mason jars, and just chatted. It felt so comforting and empowering at the same time.

Photo Credit: Suzanne Rushton Photogrpahy
I ended up sat next to Michele, when we started talking about grieving and the people we'd lost. I told them about dad, and how the moment when his parents came in the room as he passed stuck with me. The look on Gramps face, it was hard to think about. She told me about this thing she does for people called trauma healing, and asked if I might be open to giving her 10 minutes of my time.

I was a little skeptical,  and yet I'd only sat next to this women on the couch for a couple hours at that point, but she had this nurturing, beautiful aura to her. When she asked me if I trusted her, I honestly told her yes. She proceeded to take me through a sort of guided meditation, and visualization. At one point I tried to open my eyes and turn away, but her calming voice told me, "its okay, I'm here". I cried. It hurt to go back into that moment. I hugged her.

I felt pretty overwhelmed afterward, but on the way home, I realized, that moment was filled with love. My family reacted that way because of how much they loved my dad, and although it was quite heart wrenching, it was out of love. I feel at peace with it now. I wrote most of this, more emotionally charged in my journal, which was mostly filled with shock words. I can't thank Michele enough for her help. I'll link her page in case this interests you. I can't say enough good things about it. www.michelelabelle.com

I've since decided to embrace my inner hippie. No longer will you find me on the sidelines criticizing people for their outlandish ideas. I'm going to jump in headstrong. I'm also going to promise myself to incorporate a few things into my life, stay tuned for "Retreatisms".

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Plug in empowered

I get excited about little things as it is, but since living on my own, sometimes the little things make me feel like superwoman. Meet my microwave and stand. 


My phone tried to auto correct to "meet my niece ovary" that'll have to be a different post I'm sorry to say. 


This is where my stand sits. Note the distance to the plug. To plug it in without heaving the microwave out of the stand and onto the counter, I need to cut a hole in the stand. 


So I did. Measured 3 times, cut once. Worked out perfectly. That's it that's all.  But now I've been sitting on the couch admiring my work for the last half hour with a huge smile on my face. Next task to tackle, changing the weird lights bulb. 


 


 


 

Groupon Legs

I bought these leg compression sleeves off Groupon. 


Like "oh, isn't that so sweet, look at those wee legs!" Got them in the mail the other day. 


That is so not happening, it's kinda funny. I'm evidently too "sturdy" for them. Should come with a label "slender legs only, athletic tree trunks need not apply"