Sunday, May 7, 2017

Am I right to be miffed?

Again, I'm new at this dog stuff so maybe this is something that happens regularly but it left me cold.

I was at a dog cafe with Wesley and Audrey and having a nice time. Wesley was being super good and I thought I'd give him a treat. I bought him a pig's ear (something he normally loves) and handed it to him. He took it out of my hand but promptly dropped it on the floor... there was so much cool stuff to smell and see and do, he just wasn't interested in it. No problem. As I reached down to grab it, a dachshund took it, ran to its owner, and started gnawing on it. I looked over at the owner and she smiled at me, saying that "he never liked those before" and went on talking to her friends. I kinda thought she'd take it away from him and return it but fine. They're only $2.

But then as I was leaving, she was at the cash buying a bunch of them for her dog (looked like about 6). She turned to me and said "thanks for the ear!". And that was it.

Huh. I kinda thought she'd hand me one to replace mine. But maybe it's a dog treat thing I don't know about. Am I right to be miffed?

kxx

Trying to get the attention of the dachshund's mum

Look at that pig's earless face



Friday, April 14, 2017

Good (it's) Friday

I love Easter weekend. Now. But as a Catholic child I spent most of Easter Week in church from Maundy Thursday to Easter Sunday. No chocolate, no hunt, no Easter Bunny. I had no idea what people were talking about when I went to school and heard about gifts and egg rolling and whatever else people do.

As an adult it's all about the crazy long weekend and all the junk food I can cram into my Karen-shaped sweatpants. If the weather is nice, I'll walk the dog. If the weather is shitty, I'll watch the Doctor Who marathon on Space. Actually, I know I'll do that even if the weather is great. I'll make Audrey walk the dog.

Either way, Happy Easter, All! However you celebrate.

kxx




Sunday, February 26, 2017

Ever wonder where you find the time?

I've got so much going on right now especially with this new dragonboat team that I'm finding things are falling behind. I mean, I just remembered I had a blog this weekend.

I've been doing a lot of online shopping in the last little while. I had previously only been shopping for important things. Then I discovered Amazon. From underwear to cosplay accessories, since the beginning of the year I've been expecting something in the mail at least once a week. I love the excitement of getting packages in the mail.

I also love the Walmart website. Woo, do they have a lot of stuff. Plus groceries! What's not to love? I barely have to leave the house anymore. Except for the dragonboat thing. Always for the dragonboat.

Sorry... I just got up to clean the oven. Talk about a focus shift. I've been the queen of multitasking lately. It goes with my insane life right now.

I'm so behind on my podcasts as well. How can I not when I'm subscribed to 33 of them. Holy crap... that's shocking even to me.

Just got up to make dinner. See? Multitasker. Still, my house is a dusty disaster, my bathroom rivals a bus station's and this afternoon I wore my underwear inside out. Because... reasons.

Gotta fly... the shit I have to do isn't going to do itself. That reminds me... there's dogshit on the front lawn that's starting to show up through the snow. Ugh. It never ends...

kxx

My favourite "keep me organised" app

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

I still love ukulele, I really do

But I have so much trouble leaving the house once I get home from work. It doesn't help that I was up at 5:15 this morning to work out, then headed straight to work where I hit my 10,000 step target at 10:42 this morning. After work I went straight to the chiropractor who told me that my sore shoulder is tendinitis. He told me that I should "stay off it" for a week and ice it. Now how do I reconcile that with the mandatory testing I have to do Sunday? Especially when all 4 exercises at said testing involves repetitive shoulder nonsense? Fuck.

Anyway, all that to say that I skipped ukulele night yet again. Second month in a row. I hate parking (2 out of 5 times I get a ticket), it's 20 minutes away, it's cold outside, I can't go in my jammies and they song I want to perform is just a smidge too high for me. So when I got home, I just couldn't leave again. I love going, I hate getting there.

Next month, I promise.

kxx (I really do love it, I swear)


Friday, January 6, 2017

Happy New Year!

Enjoyed my holidays, thanks for asking. I went to Montreal to visit my daddy...

On New Year's Eve, I did a 5K called The Resolution Run pretty much just because they give out a fleece instead of a tshirt (I need to rethink my motivations)...

Before...

...and after. Look at the frost on my lashes. It was freezing!
I bought 2 pairs of shoes... well, actually just one, The other was a teacher appreciation gift from my school...

This was the appreciation gift...

No, *this* is the appreciation gift!
And today is the one year anniversary of me being a dog person. Well, a Westie person. Well, a Wesley person. I'm still cool to other dogs because mine is the best dog in the entire world. Sooo...

He picked this toy himself on a trip to PetSmart...

I made this with 2 of his raw patties, mashed potato frosting and carrots for decoration

Looka dat face!
So yes, I've had a great first few days of 2017. What about you? I have a few resolutions, too. I plan to (internally) say "be nice" before I speak. I find that I've been getting more and more sarcastic and negative in my old age so to stave it off, I thought I'd think for a split second before I open my mouth. It should last a hot minute.

I also plan to cook more. I've been letting the family fend for itself for a majority of the year's dinners so I thought I'd go back to making meal plans. I'm set for dinners until the end of February, y'all!

Oh, and I resolve never to use "y'all" in this blog again.

You?

kxx


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I've been gymming it pretty hard lately

I've mentioned earlier that I've changed dragonboat teams. This new one is doing baseline baseline testing and I'm terrified. Among other things I'm expected to hold a plank position for 3 minutes. That's minutes when my previous plank record was somewhere south of 13 seconds. I wish I was kidding.

Then they want to know the number of pullups I can do in 90 seconds. Good thing zero is a number. Or is it? I don't math. Oh and I have to bench press half my weight which humiliatingly is nearly 90 pounds. Hey, at least I can do one of those. One single, solitary, painful, grunt (and sometimes fart) inducing bench press. Sad, really.

So I've been hitting the gym 3 times a week for the last month or do. I'm as sore as anything and not feeling like I'm accomplishing much. I show up to work mincing for an hour on gym days and crash on the couch at the end of the day.

And just an aside, I was watching the Bachelorette and they had the men doing lumberjack activities. These boys are huge. All buff, muscley and high on protein powder. They definitely spend more time in a gym than your average suburban housewife. Anyway turns out they could barely chop up a regular sized log. Gym strength doesn't always translate to strength in real world tasks. I'm a kick-ass paddler so I pray to be judged on that rather than my one fart filled bench press.

kxx




Saturday, October 15, 2016

I. Am. Canadian.

I love to talk about myself. You know that and this whole blog proves it. I'm my own favourite subject. Not news.

What I hate is when I get asked where I'm from. On the surface it's an innocent question. But from the right (wrong) person, it becomes a loaded question full of assumptions. Yuck.

Picture it (and it happens like this all the time)... a cute little old lady strikes up a conversation with me. We are talking hair and food and shopping or something mundane. Then it comes:

Cute Little Old Lady: So where are you from?
Me: (knowing what she means but purposely being obtuse): Montreal.
CLOL: No, I mean where are your people from?

Look. Does it really matter? We've just had a nice conversation. Who cares if I'm Canadian, West Indian or Klingon? Why is this an important question? Will I be judged if answer "wrong"? What is the deal here?

I hate that question. I will always hate that question. Because it makes me feel like just being my sparkly wonderful self isn't enough for you. And it should be. I mean, really.

kxx