Wednesday, January 30, 2013

to me...

As a thirty-eight year old with too many scars, I would love to talk to eleven-year-old me. Twelve-year-old me. Thirteen-year-old me.

Things I would tell me? Hmmmm.

Best sweatshirt ever and a most epic Swatch watch.  Winning.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Drunken monkeys.

It started with IKEA. IKEA, otherwise known as the store with drunken monkeys stocking the assembly kits. No, really. 

I unpacked my chair, Timesboy (the non-drunken and non peacoat wearing monkey) looked at the directions with said chair, raised an eyebrow, and said "Drunken monkey directions?"

You see why the kid thinks that drunken monkeys are in charge at IKEA, right?

One bad tool, six crooked washers, and a seven page set of comic book directions later....

And we have a beginning to my spot. No monkeys allowed. Drunken, peacoat-wearing or otherwise.

Peace and love and pre-stripped IKEA screws :-)

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Yes. I did.

Hello friends. And lurkers. Yes, you, you weirdo in Toronto- I see you checking my blog on an alarmingly regular basis...

Crazy January, yes?

Two weeks ago, it was negative something degrees and I kept finding myself repeating "Winter is coming", a la Game of Thrones.  And today, Mid-January, it is a balmy sixty-four degrees. Sixty-four degrees as in I am about to put on running shorts- SHORTS- and go for a run. I have a definite love/hate for this whole global warming business...

Me, I have been busy being. Just being. Not tweeting, not instagramming everything, not four-squaring,  not facebooking, not blogging, not even writing. Just being.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Resolutions and Intentions

Screw resolutions.

I never make them for January first, because I always feel like it then becomes a race to the breaking- see how long we can last before we fail.

Screw resolutions- I had a spoonful of Nutella and Irish Cream in my coffee in protest of resolutions this morning. (The spoonful of Nutella was independent of the coffee, natch).

However, with change in the air, I have been tossing around resolutions for a couple of days. I resolve to run more. I resolve to be more present. I resolve to work on myself and my loved ones. I resolve to drink less wine so that I can run better. I resolve to write more. I resolve blaablaablaa. I resolve to not make resolutions and to just live my life.

After a couple of days of trying out the fit of resolutions on my shoulders, I finally came up with one that works for me.

I resolve to live intentionally each day. THAT, cupcakes, is my resolution. I resolve to be in the moment as much as possible, to live each moment, not through facebooking it or instagramming it or tweeting but instead truly being in it.

Because isn't that something we should resolve to do every morning that our feet hit the floor?

Happy 2013, loveys. I hope it is full of intention and love and rainbow sprinkles.

Auspicious Beginnings.

Giving up coffee was NOT on my lengthy list of to-dos for 2013.
Neither was visiting Bed Bath & Beyond today...

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