Just Thoughts

Let’s see how much I can bust out before I leave for the gym in exactly……12 minutes.

Here goes.

1. Blogging. Starting to not like it. Both the writing of it and the reading of it. I think blogging has integrated too much with other forms of social media and I just can’t catch a break when I want to read fun/random things- no sponsored stuff, or top xx number of reasons to do this or that, or how many ways to bake with bananas. Perhaps I’ve just been around so long that it’s all getting repetitive? Or I’m following a lot of the wrong people. Sure, point the blame at me why don’t you! That’s why I just now love to follow my fellow little guys (re: bloggers) who maintain ‘KEEPING IT REAL’

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Was that offensive to anyone? Sorry.

2. On a lighter note, I love wine.

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3. And I love Downton Abbey. Oh Christ, did I just admit that? Yeah, I hopped on the DA wagon recently on Netflix. It’s quality film to fall asleep to each night. It also sparks some interesting dreams. Like….Mr. Darcy-esque dreams. Those are the good dreams, yaknowwhatimean?!!

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4. Literally….I can’t…. (watch the video and nod in agreement)

5. I am going to make this public oath to now try to make as many different types of nut butters as possible. Because? Delicious, that’s why.

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6. I am looking forward to this weekend. Yeah, sure, for the whole “let’s go to pick out appliances then hit up Costco then meet the cabinet lady’ business, but also for PJ’s and Beer. And maybe pizza.

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I did good for 12 minutes.

Help

So here’s the situation:

I bought two tickets to see Kings of Leon in Calgary on April 1. I bought them back in December when they went on sale thinking they’d sell out quick. Mmmmnope.

And I thought it would be easy peasy to find someone to go with me since Tyler came out of the gate saying he wasn’t going to attend.

Well, not so easy peasy. I’ve posted it on Facebook a few times and no bites. What the heck?! Same thing on twitter. STRANGERS on twitter don’t even respond to my invitation when using hashtags that include #free #concert and #yyc (I.e. Calgary).

I obviously texted all acquaintances as well. Nothing.

I’m not going to NOT go. I bought tickets to see them a few years back in NY and my friend bailed last minute so I flew solo. But that was an outdoor venue and a totally different scene. Plus, I ran I to people I knew since I’d lived in NY. But now I’m in Canada where I know insignificantly smaller portion of the population.

Any advice?? Should I sell the other ticket? Bribe Tyler (won’t work)? Or just go alone and use the extra seat for my coat and beer holder?

Help!

Hashtag Married People

What do you do on a Saturday when you’re married homeowners? You go to Home Depot and Ikea and visit cabinet/granite showrooms and discuss measurements and pricing and color options.

Right?

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Apparently.

So that’s what we did. And it was fun slash exhausting slash time consuming. I won’t bore you with the details. We wrapped up the excursion with beer/dinner at our favorite local spot then headed home to remove the popcorn ceilings, another wall, and some (formally) important beams. Yippee.

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Sunday consisted of a failed run to the dump (not open on Sundays in March), grocery shopping for the week, my car’s first trip to the car wash, hot yoga, and laundry. Hashtag superfunday. We ended the day with some homemade pizza, Walking Dead, and True Detectives, and then I had indigestion and terrible dreams. Woop for the weekend, y’all.

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Stats

I’m starting to become a fan of picture-less posts. Because 1.) They’re easier, and 2.) Instagram.

Let’s talk stats:

2: number of years I’ve been in Canada
35023895: number of beers I want to drink right now (STOP judging me. I live a life of balance and am not an addict. I just really enjoy beer. I know what some of you are thinking, and take your judgy judginess elsewhere. Also, my mentions of alcoholic beverages don’t outweigh your baby-related things, so there.) PS- that was to no one in particular, just making a joke. Although…it sorta rings true?
16: number of pounds I’ve gained since December 2012. (most muscle?!)
0: number of shits I give
7: number of hours of sleep I get every night
18: number of cookies I actually get out of a recipe that says it makes 3 dozen
1.25: number of edible looking red bell peppers at Safeway on a Sunday night. I need to rethink my weekly shopping strategy
5: dollars required to purchase ONE kombucha at said grocery store
19: number of weeks until our HONEYMOON. I know, I know, we’ve been married forever and have opted out of a tropical honeymoon in favor of a new kitchen. SO- we are heading to Seattle in the ‘stang then looping back up through Okanagan Valley. If you’re keen on any of those areas, then you’ll notice that it’s basically going to be a drinkingmoon. Again, don’t judge.
69: number of nailpolishes I have lined up neatly in my bathroom closet. 68 is you count that one of them is a duplicate (Essie’s Watermelon..whoops!)
50: AT LEAST the number of flat irons I’ve gone through so far in my life. East coast humidity + curly thick hair = total destruction.
1594: number of kilometers on my car
990.4: above number converted to miles
70 million: number of licks Reggie gives to Tyler. EVERY.DAMN.DAY.
7: number of licks I get from both dogs combined. In a week.
32: number of books downloaded on my iPhone
3: number of people making out on the train home yesterday. Yes, 3. An uneven number. Ahhhhhh the horror.

Tell me some of your numbers!

Thursday Thoughts

1. I thought I’d manage to blog before this, but no.
2. I need some Trader Joe’s chocolate chunks AND Click protein powder in my life. Anyone in the States want to be my foodie pen pal and we can ship each other things from our countries that no one else has and make our friends drool over them? If so, you know what I want in my first package. And cookie butter.
3. I almost died in yoga last night. I won’t go into gory deets, but there were several instances in class where I considered running out of the room. There were also several other instances where I swallowed my own vomit so as not to make a scene.
4. I need to hop back on the book-reading wagon. I have pics on my phone of several I’ve found at the bookstore I’d actually like to read. Too bad the only time I do have to read is pretty much on the train/bus, and lately I’ve been opting for cat naps during that time.
5. I’m considering cancelling my membership at my gym (not the one at my office- I already paid the year in full- a whopping $240!). Tyler mentioned since I hardly go to this gym (only use it for cardio equipment, really) it might be worth cancelling and using the funds towards spin/yoga passes. The yoga studio I go to also offers spin classes and the environment is exactly what I’ve been craving. A dark room, loud GOOD music, and energetic instructors. I’m just hoping my wallet doesn’t die from the expense.
6. I have been having SERIOUS digestion issues lately. Things I have to eliminate to alleviate bloat: oats, bananas, chia seeds, flax, greek yogurt, nuts/nut butter, cheese, eggs. I think I’m missing something because I still fick ick to the tenth power. Also, I shouldn’t be considered a ‘healthy living’ blogger if it means I can’t post about above mentioned food items.
7. I finally found some stuff from Lululemon that I absolutely COVET, but they’re only available in the US. Ummm, way to go, Canadian-based company. (It’s ok, I’ll be patient and wait for them to come back to the motherland).
8. All I want right now is a beer. That problem won’t help with #6.
9. I miss my gym friends. All their posts about gym get-togethers make me have a serious case of FOMO.
10. Babies. End rant right there because I could probably insert my foot in my mouth with that one. (Hint: I want them, I hate them, I can’t stand them on FB, but I want to squish them- in a good way. WTF is my problem?!)
11. Adding to EVERYONE ELSE’S complaints about this dang winter, I’m secretly dreading the warm weather because it means leg shaving and toenail polishing. Secret’s out.
12. Speaking of cold weather, there should be a hot smoothie invented to keep my belly warm during the winter. That would probably be REALLY gross though. Insert: coffee, tea, excessive amounts of hot yoga, forcing the dogs to sleep on/around me at all times.
13. I’ve successfully (probably not) worn stretchy pants to work every day for the last three weeks. I dont even bother to wear shirts/sweaters that cover my butt. If I put on enough mascara I think it lessens the offense, no?