What do you do to adjust to the time change?
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Spring?
Today marks the day that we move our clocks ahead one hour for Daylight Savings Time. It's my LEAST favourite day of the year. I want my hour back.
We're supposed to be "springing forward" to welcome spring in all its warmth and glory. Despite an unseasonably warm Thursday with a high of 10 Celcius, it was -10 last night as we hit the covers and immediately lost an hour of precious sleep as soon as we hit the pillow. Each year I try to get to bed just an extra bit early to prepare for the loss, but, it seems that every year I don't make that a reality. Last night was no exception. So yeah, I'd like my hour back, please. I might be slightly affected by the almost full bottle of Pinot consumption last night, but, I think I'd still be bemoaning that hour had I huddled under the duvet at 10pm. Bah! Least I had an extra day to the weekend, so that seems to have helped. I had a great night out with some old friends last night, too. We reminisced, and we laughed til we could barely breathe. There was a chocolate fountain. And there were cheesies (the big, fat, fluffy, melt in your mouth kind). SO fun! Now, despite a heavy head, the second load of laundry is churning, and I have Chris' momma's homemade turkey supper to look forward to in a few short hours. So, I guess I was able to make the best of it, even if I wasn't able to grab a longer cat nap on the couch ;).
What do you do to adjust to the time change?
What do you do to adjust to the time change?
Saturday, 10 March 2012
it's jus' not the same 'round these here parts
Well, I will absolutely admit that it was never my intent to make this blog solely about reality tv (namely, the Bachelor for gawd's sake...), it just...er...sorta got that way on its own. We can blame hectic scheduling, supreme laziness, the Home & Garden Channel (mmm...Bryan Baeumler), a mild addiction to Bejewelled, and the discovery of Pinterest. I've been at this blog for a few years now, and I want to keep it going, so the weekly ramblings about the show have at least kept it alive. So, yeah, thanks for sticking around. For those who have given up on me, I'm sorry.
So, what's new, you ask? On a day by day basis, not a whole lot to be honest. We're still grappling with the idea of putting the mini-home up for sale to get into something larger. Chris keeps saying "this is the year". We've had the itch to move onward every spring, but this is the first time he's ever actually put a timestamp on it. There's a whoollllle lotta getting ready to do to sell though. Much decluttering...much staging...oh, and the small task of painting every frickin' wall in the joint. After ample hours of HGTV behind me, I'd also really like to refinish the cabinets, change out the hardware, remodel the bathroom completely, and change the el cheapo light fixtures to maximize the sale potential, but, all of that is just typed words and thoughts. Stay tuned to your inboxes, though friends, there might just be an upcoming painitng party invite on your horizon. We'll pay in beer! And we'll be your designated driver for the event!
The house today is quiet, aside from the sound of obnoxious snoring in the other room (hey, in a larger house, I suppose there's even the possibility that I could steal away to a space where I couldn't hear the snoring, huh?). Chris just got back from a 2 week stint at a new warehouse that Hobbies is opening in Ontario. Once again, leaving him at the airport brought me to tears. I did fine up til I got to the doors to leave. When did I become such a wuss? I still blame hormones. I did fine though. I even shovelled. That's a huge feat in itself. Trust me. The house stayed relatively tidy for the entire time he was gone. I got caught up on a lot of sleep, and I managed to busy myself quite well for the whole time. I just happened to have had yesterday as a scheduled day off (booking a float on a full moon Friday; yes, that was entirely my strategy), so I was able to pick him up at the airport. So now, less than 24 hours later, the kitchen table is full, the blankets on the other couch are strewn, the laundry basket has grown exponentially, and I was back to stuffing both ears with ear plugs trying to will myself to sleep before he got onward to his next round of buzzsawing. But it's all good. It all feels right again despite all that.
I think I hear him stirring...and the snoring has stopped. Perhaps I ought to go grab another cuddle...
Looks like it's going to be a nice day out there -- hope you all enjoy a fantastic weekend, with your own cuddles to look forward to.
So, what's new, you ask? On a day by day basis, not a whole lot to be honest. We're still grappling with the idea of putting the mini-home up for sale to get into something larger. Chris keeps saying "this is the year". We've had the itch to move onward every spring, but this is the first time he's ever actually put a timestamp on it. There's a whoollllle lotta getting ready to do to sell though. Much decluttering...much staging...oh, and the small task of painting every frickin' wall in the joint. After ample hours of HGTV behind me, I'd also really like to refinish the cabinets, change out the hardware, remodel the bathroom completely, and change the el cheapo light fixtures to maximize the sale potential, but, all of that is just typed words and thoughts. Stay tuned to your inboxes, though friends, there might just be an upcoming painitng party invite on your horizon. We'll pay in beer! And we'll be your designated driver for the event!
The house today is quiet, aside from the sound of obnoxious snoring in the other room (hey, in a larger house, I suppose there's even the possibility that I could steal away to a space where I couldn't hear the snoring, huh?). Chris just got back from a 2 week stint at a new warehouse that Hobbies is opening in Ontario. Once again, leaving him at the airport brought me to tears. I did fine up til I got to the doors to leave. When did I become such a wuss? I still blame hormones. I did fine though. I even shovelled. That's a huge feat in itself. Trust me. The house stayed relatively tidy for the entire time he was gone. I got caught up on a lot of sleep, and I managed to busy myself quite well for the whole time. I just happened to have had yesterday as a scheduled day off (booking a float on a full moon Friday; yes, that was entirely my strategy), so I was able to pick him up at the airport. So now, less than 24 hours later, the kitchen table is full, the blankets on the other couch are strewn, the laundry basket has grown exponentially, and I was back to stuffing both ears with ear plugs trying to will myself to sleep before he got onward to his next round of buzzsawing. But it's all good. It all feels right again despite all that.
I think I hear him stirring...and the snoring has stopped. Perhaps I ought to go grab another cuddle...
Looks like it's going to be a nice day out there -- hope you all enjoy a fantastic weekend, with your own cuddles to look forward to.
Monday, 5 March 2012
"You're like the chihuahua in the house; you just DON'T stop talking"*
Well folks, the popcorn is popped, the fireplace is toasty, I'm snuggled up under the cozy throw, and the ladies are about to hit the spotlight. From the intro alone, I think I'm in for a fun evening. I'm pretty tired tonight, so I think this rundown will be pointform, so I can dash to bed as the credits roll (that will already be an hour past my 'bedtime'). Heeeere we go!
*Brittney to Samantha; there appeared to be a lot of chihuahuas on the show, though, huh?
- Yeah, so Bachelor Pad 3, eh? And a return of Ed & Ali? Bring it!
- Ok I almost went to bed as soon as Samantha started yapping. Thank GAWD she didn't last long in the house. Can't.stand.her.
- Shawntel really must realize that she's way cuter than Erika, right? Cause she is.
- WHY'D they have to go and replay that terrible 'kiss' with Jamie? Once, again, it was all kinds of uncomfortable.
- I think THIS season's Emily should be the next Bachelorette.
- Who told Nicki that the toga-look was a good look for her, anyway? Tonight's dress wasn't quite as bad as the rose ceremony dress - but it's close.
- WHY is Kacie sporting .... sideburns?!? Sorta reminds me of Teen Wolf.
- Who is Casey S anyway?
- I don't believe Courtney's remorse for one millisecond! Nor do I believe her tears (err, the one tear that fell and stained her face). I did enjoy the barrage of hostility that she faced (truth be told I rewound it and watched it again).
- The blooper reel was pretty funny.
*Brittney to Samantha; there appeared to be a lot of chihuahuas on the show, though, huh?
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Happy Birthday Julie!
Julie, you're beautiful, inside, and out. You're a wonderful friend. Your smile brightens up the darkest of rooms. Your laugh brings a smile to the grumpiest of grumps. You deserve the utmost of happiness, and I hope the year ahead brings you more smiles, laughter and happiness than you can fit in your heart. I love you dearly, my sweet, sweet, friend....xoxoxo
“A friend is a hand that is always holding yours, no matter how close or far apart you may be. A friend is someone who is always there and will always, always care. A friend is a feeling of forever in the heart.”
Friday, 2 March 2012
Today, we shall eat cake...
Monday, 27 February 2012
"I'm a hot mess"
Here it is, the night we've all been waiting for...the top 3 ladies, and the overnight dates. They have all flown to Switzerland for a romp, and the show begins as Ben recaps his feelings for the girls left standing: Nicki, Lindzi-with-a-zee, and Evil Courtney. He expresses that he's, "motivated to ask questions he's afraid to ask, and dig deeper" (overnight dates, of COURSE he wants to dig DEEPER. Okay, that was crass, right? Sorry).
Nicki's date is up first, and they hop on the chopper again and soar through the snow-capped alps, perching atop of one to sit for a quiet picnic. Gotta admit, she appears pretty smitten... The sun sets, and they make their way inside a candlelit log cabin where they promptly decide to forego their individual rooms, and hunker down into the fantasy sweet amid candles, fire, bubbles and passion. Boy oh boy is her heart going to be shattered if she's not the last woman standing...
Lindzi-with-a-zee with her powdered sugar lips is up next (of COURSE they again leave Evil C for the very end), and they begin their date repelling 300ft down into a gorge. I felt like I was going to barf just watching the camera pan downward. Again, in true Bachelor-fashion, they bring back the famous metaphor of experiencing such a frightening undertaking proving how they can beat the odds and blah, blah, blah (insert HUGE eye roll)... and, a Bachelor first, Ben admits that he "loves" her during his camera time. Ben dons his crooked green bow tie, and they share supper, thoughts, and the overnight proposition (for the record, her hair looks like she already DID forgo her individual room). If I have to hear how Lindzi is "vulnerable" one.more.freaking.time, I just might scream.
And finally, the third date, and a return of Evil Courtney. The beginning of the date teases the audience as Ben indicates that he may have a slight misgiving about Courtney relating to the way she's treated other people...and they hop on a train, travel into Wengen, and purchase some picnic eats. The chatter becomes a little awkward as the situation between Courtney and the other girls' relationships hits the forefront. It even went so far as having Ben mention that he wanted to talk about it later because he wanted to enjoy the day. It's likely just the network cleverly trying to make America feel that Courtney is finally getting the boot. As the date progresses and they have their evening 'chat' about the difficulties she's had he outright admits that the girl he has one-on-one time with is the 'girl he's falling in love with'... Evil C apologizes and holds some accountability for her actions and Ben's ready to swish it all under the rug as he gets horned up awaiting her decision to forego her individual room (as if there was ANY doubt in the world that the skinny-dipping model would NOT jump at the chance to bare her ta-tas again and dig deeper herself!).
And the SHOCKER of the evening...a return of a dejected Kacie B, looking for answers. She got a few, and planted a needed seed in Ben's head about Courtney's intentions, leaving him "utterly confused", yet he still kept her there, leaving toga-clad Nicki to walk her final walk of shame. It's now down to Lindzi or Courtney. He told America that he loves Lindzi-with-a-zee, and, he told Courtney personally that he was falling in love with her. Who he ends up with is anyone's guess; suppose it could be riding on who was the best individual room foregoer? Next week's "Women Tell All" looks drama-filled, though!
All I really know after this episode is that I REALLY want to travel to Switzerland some day, and, I am seriously looking forward to watching the Titanic in 3D. And, I really don't care that Emily is our next Bachelorette. You?
Nicki's date is up first, and they hop on the chopper again and soar through the snow-capped alps, perching atop of one to sit for a quiet picnic. Gotta admit, she appears pretty smitten... The sun sets, and they make their way inside a candlelit log cabin where they promptly decide to forego their individual rooms, and hunker down into the fantasy sweet amid candles, fire, bubbles and passion. Boy oh boy is her heart going to be shattered if she's not the last woman standing...
Lindzi-with-a-zee with her powdered sugar lips is up next (of COURSE they again leave Evil C for the very end), and they begin their date repelling 300ft down into a gorge. I felt like I was going to barf just watching the camera pan downward. Again, in true Bachelor-fashion, they bring back the famous metaphor of experiencing such a frightening undertaking proving how they can beat the odds and blah, blah, blah (insert HUGE eye roll)... and, a Bachelor first, Ben admits that he "loves" her during his camera time. Ben dons his crooked green bow tie, and they share supper, thoughts, and the overnight proposition (for the record, her hair looks like she already DID forgo her individual room). If I have to hear how Lindzi is "vulnerable" one.more.freaking.time, I just might scream.
And finally, the third date, and a return of Evil Courtney. The beginning of the date teases the audience as Ben indicates that he may have a slight misgiving about Courtney relating to the way she's treated other people...and they hop on a train, travel into Wengen, and purchase some picnic eats. The chatter becomes a little awkward as the situation between Courtney and the other girls' relationships hits the forefront. It even went so far as having Ben mention that he wanted to talk about it later because he wanted to enjoy the day. It's likely just the network cleverly trying to make America feel that Courtney is finally getting the boot. As the date progresses and they have their evening 'chat' about the difficulties she's had he outright admits that the girl he has one-on-one time with is the 'girl he's falling in love with'... Evil C apologizes and holds some accountability for her actions and Ben's ready to swish it all under the rug as he gets horned up awaiting her decision to forego her individual room (as if there was ANY doubt in the world that the skinny-dipping model would NOT jump at the chance to bare her ta-tas again and dig deeper herself!).
And the SHOCKER of the evening...a return of a dejected Kacie B, looking for answers. She got a few, and planted a needed seed in Ben's head about Courtney's intentions, leaving him "utterly confused", yet he still kept her there, leaving toga-clad Nicki to walk her final walk of shame. It's now down to Lindzi or Courtney. He told America that he loves Lindzi-with-a-zee, and, he told Courtney personally that he was falling in love with her. Who he ends up with is anyone's guess; suppose it could be riding on who was the best individual room foregoer? Next week's "Women Tell All" looks drama-filled, though!
All I really know after this episode is that I REALLY want to travel to Switzerland some day, and, I am seriously looking forward to watching the Titanic in 3D. And, I really don't care that Emily is our next Bachelorette. You?
Thursday, 23 February 2012
just a few things
Things I'm pretty sure of:
- I could survive eating only breakfast foods for every meal
- I could leave the HGTV channel on all day and not be bored
- At some point in my life on earth I very well could be known as the 'cat lady'
Things I know:
-I'm SO anti-Glee
-and anti-vampire (Twilight? Vampire Diaries? pfffffffffffffffft)
Things I JUST.DON`T.GET:
-hair feathers. Why? WHY?
-that "style" of having the arse of your pants hang just under your buttocks, sagging. WHY is that even possible? WHY?
-Uggs. While I'm all about comfort (totally), and I actually even bought a pair of "mock" uggs a few years ago (because they were reported as "comfortable"), they're fugly. And they offer no more support than a pair of slippers. Therefore, to me, they ARE just expensive slippers.
-high heels. I know I have the issue of weight not being on my side to support my ample plummage on a pair of tiny spikes, but c'mon, even the most daintiest of ladies can't tell me they're comfortable wearing them. I won't believe her. I won't.
-Foursquare; aren't you just inviting someone to come into your home to burgle you of your bounty of electronics that you've already posted on Facebook?
Am I alone here, people???
- I could survive eating only breakfast foods for every meal
- I could leave the HGTV channel on all day and not be bored
- At some point in my life on earth I very well could be known as the 'cat lady'
Things I know:
-I'm SO anti-Glee
-and anti-vampire (Twilight? Vampire Diaries? pfffffffffffffffft)
Things I JUST.DON`T.GET:
-hair feathers. Why? WHY?
-that "style" of having the arse of your pants hang just under your buttocks, sagging. WHY is that even possible? WHY?
-Uggs. While I'm all about comfort (totally), and I actually even bought a pair of "mock" uggs a few years ago (because they were reported as "comfortable"), they're fugly. And they offer no more support than a pair of slippers. Therefore, to me, they ARE just expensive slippers.
-high heels. I know I have the issue of weight not being on my side to support my ample plummage on a pair of tiny spikes, but c'mon, even the most daintiest of ladies can't tell me they're comfortable wearing them. I won't believe her. I won't.
-Foursquare; aren't you just inviting someone to come into your home to burgle you of your bounty of electronics that you've already posted on Facebook?
Am I alone here, people???
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