This image makes me consider how children might see vegetables as scary. I like playing creepy with a bowl full of carrots. These pretties came from my garden.
30.8.09
garden monster
This image makes me consider how children might see vegetables as scary. I like playing creepy with a bowl full of carrots. These pretties came from my garden.
26.8.09
sickoriffic
It's different when you're sick as an adult and no one wants to bother taking care of you the way that your mom did when you were a kid. It just isn't cute anymore, since I imagine the sight of my kleenex dried skin, dark circled eyes, and mangled bout of bed head aren't as charming to Ian as I had hoped they would be. It's the throbbing head that makes a person wish they could take off their face to possibly relieve the sinus pressure type of feeling. Blowing my nose leads to dry air coming from both nostrils and the corners of my eyes, leading me next to inspect the space around myself for a possible ear that may have popped off in the process. It's humor, and so unbecoming.
In my two day old outfit of bed land couture, I slink downstairs into the world of the living to somehow stand dizzily in the kitchen to make a warm cup of tea. In my mind, as I stare off in a comatose state induced by approx. 21 hours of sporadic, open mouth, sleep, I remember the days when being sick was much more glamorous. Fuzzy jammies, on the couch, 7up -to sip- with a bendy straw, chicken noodle soup avec ice cube served on a Smurfs lap table, while watching Bed knobs and Broomsticks in between snoozes. *Thanks mom.
Luckily I found a new sort of luxury to help me feel pampered and pretty in between feeling like a heavy, bedridden sac of potatoes. By total coincidence I recently ordered some more soaps and salts from Rocky Mountain Soap Company, including salt for Cold&Flu. I was so happy to test it out, and I can't say I can complain since it made me feel soft and relaxed once I nestled back into my body groove for another 21 hours of sleep.
I'm the best smelling zombie there is, and I am definitely on the mend.
In my two day old outfit of bed land couture, I slink downstairs into the world of the living to somehow stand dizzily in the kitchen to make a warm cup of tea. In my mind, as I stare off in a comatose state induced by approx. 21 hours of sporadic, open mouth, sleep, I remember the days when being sick was much more glamorous. Fuzzy jammies, on the couch, 7up -to sip- with a bendy straw, chicken noodle soup avec ice cube served on a Smurfs lap table, while watching Bed knobs and Broomsticks in between snoozes. *Thanks mom.
Luckily I found a new sort of luxury to help me feel pampered and pretty in between feeling like a heavy, bedridden sac of potatoes. By total coincidence I recently ordered some more soaps and salts from Rocky Mountain Soap Company, including salt for Cold&Flu. I was so happy to test it out, and I can't say I can complain since it made me feel soft and relaxed once I nestled back into my body groove for another 21 hours of sleep.
I'm the best smelling zombie there is, and I am definitely on the mend.
22.8.09
18.8.09
working hardly?
Ever find yourself flustering about how little time there is in a day to get things accomplished, while in the same breath you catch yourself wasting precious time, taking photos of pencil crayons balancing on the windowsill?
September 12 is approaching.
5.8.09
less is more
We like to keep birthdays pretty low key around here, as Ian and I agree that birthdays are - in our minds - just any other day. When it is my own it's simpler for me to say, but for someone like Ian, I believe it's much more than just any other day.
Happy Birthday, Love.
3.8.09
one more
There seems to be so much going on at once these days, it's hard for me to know where to begin in sharing everything. And where has all of the time gone? Are we really in August? With my self made deadline of September 12 approaching, it's starting to sink in how much work I have yet to do until then. And not to mention that the fall is just around the corner, already. Already?
As the sun has decided to hide out for the remaining bit of this lovely long weekend, giving us a nice cool breeze to let in through the house, I can't help but be happy to have one more day to spend catching up on things. . . like blanket time with Tim.
Happy Long Weekend.
As the sun has decided to hide out for the remaining bit of this lovely long weekend, giving us a nice cool breeze to let in through the house, I can't help but be happy to have one more day to spend catching up on things. . . like blanket time with Tim.
Happy Long Weekend.
1.8.09
august
A 30 day challenge is what we've decided to throw at ourselves, for the sake of shaking the summer time lazies. When it comes to the summer Ian and I both tend to hibernate, which for some is difficult to understand. It could be our Winnipeg genes speaking, since the winter seems to bring out more of our competitive sides. For Ian it's hockey and for me it's the challenge of the weather, as I'm more likely to head out for a two hour walk during a snow storm.
To turn things around a little we thought we'd bring a new challenge into our lives by going with the season and making something of it. 30 days of running/walking in August. Oh yes, I'm well aware that it's not going to be pretty on my part since I melt standing still in the heat of the sun. But, if it's the challenges of the weather that I enjoy in my life then I best keep that in mind while I take myself outside for the next 30 days of summer.
To turn things around a little we thought we'd bring a new challenge into our lives by going with the season and making something of it. 30 days of running/walking in August. Oh yes, I'm well aware that it's not going to be pretty on my part since I melt standing still in the heat of the sun. But, if it's the challenges of the weather that I enjoy in my life then I best keep that in mind while I take myself outside for the next 30 days of summer.
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