Thursday, January 14, 2010
Taking the Long Way
As I was driving to volleyball on Tuesday night, with Ty in the passenger seat beside me, I asked him -- should I take Wellington or Corydon?
His answer -- "Corydon. We always take Wellington".
I love this answer. We didn't take Corydon because it got us there faster or because there was less traffic. We took it because we always take the other route.
Getting outside your routines is never a bad thing.
Thanks for the reminder, Wirv.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
a photo journey, part 1
After intensive research, Ty, Es, Mark and I decided on this restaurant in St. Petersburg.
Cafe Alma. Lovely food, wine and company.
Probably the coldest I've ever been at a football game. This includes the Grey Cup game I attended 3 or so years ago. Apparently the 2nd coldest Bucs game in history. Es and I amused ourselves by randomly yelling the word "punt" often and loud.
Dueling piano bar in Tampa. We had two dinners this night (one at 4 ish and one at 9 ish) and then many Bud lights (when in Rome...). Check out the classy sign in the corner.
Ty and I -- utterly defeated by Epcot. First we were defeated by the Magic Kingdom.
Did you know that Disneyworld has a maximum capacity?
Dad, Anna and Ty -- exhausted after a serious Pickle Ball game. Dad is a sniper.
After being defeated by the Magic Kingdom, we weren't going to be defeated by the Magic.
We had no choice but to opt for scalped tickets. Good seats. On a side note, when you enter "Orlando Magic" into a Garmin, it directs you to corporate headquarters.
Shockingly, this isn't where the games are actually played.
This picture just made me laugh out loud. Ty is in desperate need of sunglasses.
Anna and I in our rental helmets. Andrea tightened hers so much she got a headache.
Safety First.
Hee.
Oh, shit. Is it really January 10, 2010, already?
Am I too late to discuss resolutions?
As always, my apologies for the blog-break. As always, work weighed me down, as did a number of pre-Florida parties. And then, of course, I was on a plane, and who wants to blog on their holidays?
Nonetheless, I'm sure you will be pleasantly surprised to hear that blogging 3 x per week was on that ever-so-elusive list of resolutions.
So let's start off this year on that foot that isn't the left one, and throw out a "what makes me happy":
Good communication makes me happy.
A few notes on communication et moi. I hate talking on the phone because, invariably, I always end up saying something ridiculously inappropriate or out of place, or I accidentally talk over the other person and then there are weird gaps that I feel I have to fill. I am also deathly afraid of voice messages and often leave them until Rogers makes them magically disappear. I am also notoriously slow on email returns.
All of the above are problematic. Because whenever I start thinking about how bad I am at communicating, it upsets me (it is absolutely paining me to write this post) because I know my behaviour is terrible friend behaviour.
I don't mean for it to happen, but sometimes I seem to get stuck on this little old island of mine. And getting off seems really, really hard.
But good communication? Good communication makes me feel like a million bucks.
So -- in 2010, I resolve to get off the island more often.
As always, my apologies for the blog-break. As always, work weighed me down, as did a number of pre-Florida parties. And then, of course, I was on a plane, and who wants to blog on their holidays?
Nonetheless, I'm sure you will be pleasantly surprised to hear that blogging 3 x per week was on that ever-so-elusive list of resolutions.
So let's start off this year on that foot that isn't the left one, and throw out a "what makes me happy":
Good communication makes me happy.
A few notes on communication et moi. I hate talking on the phone because, invariably, I always end up saying something ridiculously inappropriate or out of place, or I accidentally talk over the other person and then there are weird gaps that I feel I have to fill. I am also deathly afraid of voice messages and often leave them until Rogers makes them magically disappear. I am also notoriously slow on email returns.
All of the above are problematic. Because whenever I start thinking about how bad I am at communicating, it upsets me (it is absolutely paining me to write this post) because I know my behaviour is terrible friend behaviour.
I don't mean for it to happen, but sometimes I seem to get stuck on this little old island of mine. And getting off seems really, really hard.
But good communication? Good communication makes me feel like a million bucks.
So -- in 2010, I resolve to get off the island more often.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Roll With It, Baby
I want to be easy-going. I want to roll with it. I want to be someone who believes in the visions of others and helps make those visions happen. OK, so maybe the last “I want” isn’t exactly on the same level as the first two, but that does not make me want it any less. Or maybe they are more connected than I first thought?
With respect to the first two – sometimes I am easy-going and sometimes I do roll with it. But generally, I don’t do either of those behaviours enough (certainly, Ty would likely not describe me as easy-going and / or able to roll with it). When things are going sideways for me and I feel that incredibly frustrating feeling starting to spread through my chest (is that you Stress? Is that how you physically manifest yourself? I suspect that it is you lurking around in there, but I haven’t quite figured out how to trump you yet) I do know that the ensuing period of time is not necessarily going to be fun for me, or for Ty (oh Ty, it's always you who bears the brunt. You know I want it to be different!).
But I try. And I will continue to try to because I desperately want to be that woman who is effortlessly cruising through life (or maybe it’s just that she appears that way? Damn her and her perfect hair and outfit!).
And when the girl said, “As part of my goal to go to all fifty states by the time I’m thirty, I want to go to North Dakota to run my first half-marathon,” her mother said “I guess I should do it, too.” And this from a non-runner!
This is the woman I aspire to be. Although I am not a mother, I wish to model myself after this mother, who clearly is rollin’ with it every single day.
Word.
ps.
Lots of pictures and announcements coming your way! Will post tonight when I get home because that is where my camera is!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Will This Guest Post Make Me Famous?
ARice Senior, here. Yep, that's right- Senior, not Junior. I was asked to guest blog, so guest blog I did. I'm pretty sure Oprah wants me after this little gem...or maybe Ellen. Probably both. People, let's not worry though...I always have time for the peeps...
So I’m almost finished my Christmas baking. Almost. Shortbread cookies, butter tarts, Nanaimo bars, caramel shortbreads squares (new this year- and TASTY), ginger cookies and chocolate peanut butter no bake cookies. It was a labour of love…and a massive investment in butter and sugar!
Baking is one of the things I love most about the Christmas season. I try my very hardest not to scarf down loads of the stuff while I’m chefing away in the kitchen, but usually fail miserably in this task and wind up languishing on the couch cursing the very moment that my brain told my stomach that consuming mass amounts of unbaked goods was a logical and smart thing to do. This year, I was benefitted by the terrible cold settled in my sinuses and chest (cold=benefit? Strange!), but since I couldn’t taste anything, I really didn’t feel like eating anything, and that means more baking for the masses and less in my tummy!


Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Cutest kid EVER. Period.
This is Isaac. A joint effort of Caitlin and Scott.
oooooo -- have I mentioned they are currently cooking up Cutest Child Ever #2? Well, to be fair, Caitlin is doing the cooking. Scott has already made his contribution.
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