Monday, monday, monday...*sigh*
Aww Mondays arn't really that bad, I don't mind going back to work, this week especially because as of Good Friday I'm off for one whole week. What in the world am I going to do?! The thought triggers excitment.
This Monday is kinda more special for two reasons: 1. Its the day after April Fools Day, and I kinda HATE April Fools Day. Not so much as I used to, but I'm always a bit on edge, I don't like being pranked or anything like that so on this day my guard is up. That doesn't mean though that someone won't slip one past me - BRAD. About 45 minutes after he left for work yesterday I get a text, now my initial thought was that it would be a friend of mine from Toronto texting me back - so lets just say my guard was down. Anywho, so the text said "The tire fell off my car", now you might be thinking - "Come on! How could you fall for that?" well, you dont know Brad's car. It can be a little dramatic. So ya he had me, hook line and sinker. After I texted back with a floored "What?!", I get this: "April Fools". Im such a sucker. I wasn't mad, it was funny, but I'm no April Fools convert.
2. Today the sun woke up before I did. Newfoundland is on its own timezone. We are a minimum of 30 minutes ahead all of eastern North America. We are the first to start our days and the first to end them. I usually get up during the weekdays at 6am. I like to have a slow liesurly morning, eat breakfast, browse the web, make my lunch to take to work, get dressed and go. Today when I woke up, somthing was differnt, mainly I wasn't totally blinded by darkness when I opened my eyes. I grabbed the laptop and headed to the kitchen - all the while not having to turn on any lights so I could see. I put the computer down and headed to the kitchen light to turn it on - and low and behold wasn't blinded when I turned it on. Thats when I realized - THE SUN WAS STARTING TO RISE - AT 6 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! WOOOHOOOOO! I havn't seen the sun this early since like early October.
This is progress people.
Happy Monday to you!
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Monday, 2 April 2012
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Waking to a Winter Wonderland
Happy Saturday!
I love the weekend, as I’m sure many people do, except there’s one little problem with it...it goes by too FAST! Every weekend is the exact same, I get all pumped up and excited to tackle my to-do list (mental or physical) and 9 times out of 10 I rarely accomplish its entirety. Then Sunday evenings rolls around and I think back to the last 2 days and wonder "where did the time go? I hardly seemed to have done anything" (which isn’t really true, I usually do a lot on the weekends, both necessary - like grocery shopping, and running errands - and pleasurable - thrift shopping, crafting, internet exploring, sometimes even socializing. But it’s my to-do list that gets neglected, those things listed like "clean out and organize pantry" or "clean out and organize the bathroom cupboard" (not so shockingly both of those things are on my list for THIS weekend, they have yet to be crossed off). Those things are the ones I always find little excuses for not doing, even though I know that once I do them I'll feel better, and Brad will stop getting angry when things fall out of the pantry on him when he opens the door, yeah it’s THAT bad - oddly the muffin cups, salt, and toothpicks seem to be repeat offenders.
Also baking is always on my to-do lists, and I love baking, but the fact that baking is usually kind of messy and can be slightly time consuming, always makes me feel like not going through with it, and sometimes that ends up happening, but usually the fact that I like taking home baked goods with me to work instead of processed food usually makes me stop being lazy enough to just go through with it. The goal is to make gingerbread cake and chocolate chip muffins by Sunday night.
So yeah, I love the weekend, I just have some time-management/procrastination issues I clearly need to work out.
The change in season (at least as stated by the calendar) has helped keep me motivated in life - ex. starting this blog, thrifting like crazy, re-opening my etsy shop (soon!) - the fact that spring is out there lurking somewhere has lifted the dreariness that can cloak ones spirit in wintertime. Unfortunately Newfoundland hasn't gotten too much of spring yet, and by that I mean pretty much not at all so far, unlike the rest of Canada - whose unseasonably high temperatures have had me yearning for home, if only to feel warmth that doesn’t radiate from an artificial source.
So it shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise to me that this morning I woke up to this:
Yeah, snow. A lot of snow. The plows were out and everything. So I did what anyone would do who woke up to snow covering the ground on the last day of March, one week before Easter,
I went back to bed.
PS its now 4:30 pm, that photo was taken around 11:30 am, its still snowing.
I love the weekend, as I’m sure many people do, except there’s one little problem with it...it goes by too FAST! Every weekend is the exact same, I get all pumped up and excited to tackle my to-do list (mental or physical) and 9 times out of 10 I rarely accomplish its entirety. Then Sunday evenings rolls around and I think back to the last 2 days and wonder "where did the time go? I hardly seemed to have done anything" (which isn’t really true, I usually do a lot on the weekends, both necessary - like grocery shopping, and running errands - and pleasurable - thrift shopping, crafting, internet exploring, sometimes even socializing. But it’s my to-do list that gets neglected, those things listed like "clean out and organize pantry" or "clean out and organize the bathroom cupboard" (not so shockingly both of those things are on my list for THIS weekend, they have yet to be crossed off). Those things are the ones I always find little excuses for not doing, even though I know that once I do them I'll feel better, and Brad will stop getting angry when things fall out of the pantry on him when he opens the door, yeah it’s THAT bad - oddly the muffin cups, salt, and toothpicks seem to be repeat offenders.
Also baking is always on my to-do lists, and I love baking, but the fact that baking is usually kind of messy and can be slightly time consuming, always makes me feel like not going through with it, and sometimes that ends up happening, but usually the fact that I like taking home baked goods with me to work instead of processed food usually makes me stop being lazy enough to just go through with it. The goal is to make gingerbread cake and chocolate chip muffins by Sunday night.
So yeah, I love the weekend, I just have some time-management/procrastination issues I clearly need to work out.
The change in season (at least as stated by the calendar) has helped keep me motivated in life - ex. starting this blog, thrifting like crazy, re-opening my etsy shop (soon!) - the fact that spring is out there lurking somewhere has lifted the dreariness that can cloak ones spirit in wintertime. Unfortunately Newfoundland hasn't gotten too much of spring yet, and by that I mean pretty much not at all so far, unlike the rest of Canada - whose unseasonably high temperatures have had me yearning for home, if only to feel warmth that doesn’t radiate from an artificial source.
So it shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise to me that this morning I woke up to this:
Yeah, snow. A lot of snow. The plows were out and everything. So I did what anyone would do who woke up to snow covering the ground on the last day of March, one week before Easter,
I went back to bed.
PS its now 4:30 pm, that photo was taken around 11:30 am, its still snowing.
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
A Decision of Epic Proportions
There are few times in ones life where you know in the moment that something is happening, that your life has permenently changed.
I havn't always lived in Newfoundland, I've been here for less than two years, I spent the first 23 years of my life in a cushy suburban town just north of Toronto. In August 2009 I announced to my family that I would be, upon completion of my fourth and final year of university, moving to the other side of the country - they were shocked to say the least.
The morning of my departure, nearly a year later in July 2010 was my first experience in knowing that despite whatever happened once I got to Newfoundland, this decision would ultimatly change my life forever. So I got out of bed, lugged my two overly full suitcases downstairs (I ended up having to pay 100 dollars in overweight fees at the airport!), said goodbye to my family, got in the car and drove to the airport, and watched as the end of the only life I'd ever known was rapidly growing further away in the rearview mirror.
So here I am, less than two years later and sometimes I still can't believe that Im actually living here. Life in Newfoundland AKA The Rock is the complete opposite from living in Toronto; the people, the rich culture, the scenery! (presently if I drive 5 minutes up the road I can see icebergs!), the SLANG! (Whad'ya at b'y?)(Not to mention the newfoundland accent). Sometimes I forget that Im still in Canada. My life has changed in so many ways since settling here, starting this blog will help me to document this incredible journey that involves life with my fiance, three cats, thrifting, knitting, crafting and of course this glorious province of Newfoundland, I hope you come along for the ride.
I havn't always lived in Newfoundland, I've been here for less than two years, I spent the first 23 years of my life in a cushy suburban town just north of Toronto. In August 2009 I announced to my family that I would be, upon completion of my fourth and final year of university, moving to the other side of the country - they were shocked to say the least.
The morning of my departure, nearly a year later in July 2010 was my first experience in knowing that despite whatever happened once I got to Newfoundland, this decision would ultimatly change my life forever. So I got out of bed, lugged my two overly full suitcases downstairs (I ended up having to pay 100 dollars in overweight fees at the airport!), said goodbye to my family, got in the car and drove to the airport, and watched as the end of the only life I'd ever known was rapidly growing further away in the rearview mirror.
So here I am, less than two years later and sometimes I still can't believe that Im actually living here. Life in Newfoundland AKA The Rock is the complete opposite from living in Toronto; the people, the rich culture, the scenery! (presently if I drive 5 minutes up the road I can see icebergs!), the SLANG! (Whad'ya at b'y?)(Not to mention the newfoundland accent). Sometimes I forget that Im still in Canada. My life has changed in so many ways since settling here, starting this blog will help me to document this incredible journey that involves life with my fiance, three cats, thrifting, knitting, crafting and of course this glorious province of Newfoundland, I hope you come along for the ride.
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