Sunday, December 9, 2018

Spoon rests

When you’re making cranberry saucey, but both your spoon rests are too beautiful to use! 



Tuesday, November 27, 2018

I wish for this

I’d just run into a lovely man I went to high school with and his family. His ADORABLE family, beautiful wife, adorable daughter dotting a muddy buddy, even the fluffy dog. I was driving home when an inspirational quote popped into my brain, just as a pain of jealously was about to enter my heart.


How many of these do we read on a weekly basis these days? But this one I FELT. If I was to let myself be envious of this guy, whom I remember to be a solid human being, then I couldn’t be happy for him. 

This whole revelation was still on my mind when I came home to a sleeping Jonathan, and decided to make him coffee. As I was pouring the water in, the time flashed at me. 11:11am. A friend of mine always encouraged me to make a wish then. But when I thought of what I wanted to wish for, it was this. Weekend day morning snuggles, coffee and tea with Jon, my person. My #sexysidehustle to look forward to later on. 



My dad used to get so excited for drinking coffee with his wife in bed on weekends, giddy like a school girl. I never understood it then, but I do now. 

I’m not where I thought I’d be in my life by now, and the struggles were rough, but it lead to this. And this is pretty freaking awesome. 

Friday, November 16, 2018

Monat, my hair revolution

So my sister started selling these hair products right? So I was going to support her either way, and if I’m honest, I didn’t care whether they worked or not. I don’t do much with my hair typically, other then my yearly hair cut. I also went almost a year without using proper hair products at all, I used vinegar and baking soda, and as my friend pointed out, I’ve been bald twice before so I had very little to lose. 



What I didn’t realize, was how much I had to gain. I get excited about washing my hair, and styling it. I actually had a hard time finding a picture of me I liked with my hair curly before, most of my pictures had me with straight hair. My hair is naturally curly, but I just didn’t embrace my curls like I do now. 


My hair just fits my personality better now, it’s spunky and a little bit wild, just like me. I’ve had my hair cut twice recently, and I enjoy investing time and energy into my hair. I hadn’t intended for a hair revolution in my life, I just wanted to support my sister in this business she was starting, but I’m so glad I did. It truthfully made a huge difference in my hair life, and I wish it on anyone looking to shake things up, but especially if you don’t. 


Tuesday, August 14, 2018

I Zumba-ed

So there I was, Courtneyless, (this ridiculousness was all her idea) full of bar food, running to class after it started and jumping right in. The instructor kept clapping, and yelling out random instructions like it meant something. “ARMS!” Up they all went. “LEFT!” Over they’d go. I took her instructions more as guidelines. Sometimes, by some miracle, I’d end up doing the same moves as them. Mostly not though. 



I did get a couple chuckles from the people down below on machines, and by this time tomorrow, I could be a YouTube sensation. Can you imagine? “Uh yes, I’d like to give my two weeks notice, hang onto that signature, I’m pretty much a big deal now...yes that’s right, for dancing badly..” I did manage to incorporate a double high five with a girl on the other side of the class at one point, which is gold. I super think she should incorporate that. So there I was, grooving to my own jig, trying not to puke up bar food, dancing like a drunk soccer mom, and the something magical happened. A Zumba equivalent to CHAVASNA! I can’t make this up! 

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Cute cup

For those of you living in caves, McDonalds has dollar coffee right now, any size. Now at that price, I decided to treat my coworker, and I actually left the house with enough time to stop there this morning, which is a Christmas miracle all on its own. (I was tempted to say, “Long story short...” but isn’t that the point of my blog? And whenever I do say that, it’s a LIE, let’s be honest...see what I did there?) So I don’t know how she likes her coffee, so I ordered cream on the side. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY GAVE ME!!!?!??!? 


IS THAT NOT THE CUTEST CUP YOU’VE EVER SEEN?!!?! I got so excited, I think I delayed the line of cars behind me. And I wish you could have seen the look on the McDonald’s workers face. “It’s a cup. Move on with your life, and out of my drive through. Now. Right now.” 
Anyhow, I think I’ll order a side of cream with everything! “Hi there!” Who doesn’t say hello? There’s a person behind that sign, or somewhere in the vacinry anyhow. “Large Orea McFlurry please, side order of cream!” 


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Sideways family

Facebook does some funny things sometimes, like today when it asked me this: 



“Would you like to make your sideways family your profile picture?” Uh no, I’d prefer to wait until my boyfriend figures out how to flip the picture, thank you. It’s not his fault he refuses to get an iPhone. I mean I know we had a lot to drink by then, we were just INSIDE that winery, but still. I’d also been drinking on a boat, pretending to catch fish before that. I wasn’t successful, at catching fish anyhow, the drinking went very well. 



See? That’s not my fish, but that IS MY WINE! I have that “not-holding -back-smile” that’s WAY too big to be photographed. Most people take that down a notch before “snap”. Yes, I can even tell this looking at it sideways. It’s so far past a teeth smile, or gums. I’m sure you can see my upper palette on that one. I was about to remind you I was still talking about the first photo, but I’m making the same stupid smile in both. Anyways, we had a great trip away, clearly. 

Friday, May 11, 2018

Best 5 way ever

Down Gatensbury street from my house, there’s such a thing as a five way stop. My new sexy dance classes are in Port Moody, so I’ve been going that way a lot more lately. This stop cracks me up. Every. Single. Time.
There’s only two scenarios that happen, either no one is there, or all five directions at the same time. When no one is there, I spend a ridiculous amount of time scanning to make doubly sure there’s no one, because by the time I’ve scanned from right to left, I have to check the right again. And it’s just jarring. It feels like a car is just going to pop right out of the trees!



The other scenario is when all five of us pull up at roughly the same time. Everyone gets this panicked look on their faces. Like “uh...the person to my right...are you going? I’ll go, no he looks like he’s going to go...” eventually someone musters the courage to establish THEY are the one going. But after that it’s a free for all. Funny thing is, I’ve never had a near accident at that one. It’s like everyone who goes through knows what a gong show it is, and proceeds cautiously. 
Once in a while you see the poor bugger who’s approached this intersection for the first time. Their mouth is usually gapped open, frantically looking around and they usually go last. “Okay. It’s safe now...*phew* what on earth just happened?” 

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

I can’t selfie

Betcha didn’t know selfie skills are a thing...


Unless you’re like me and can’t selfie to save your life...


It’s amusing how many attempts it takes...


Oh! Haaaaaaaayyyyyyyy!!! 



Monday, March 19, 2018

Gas Light drive

So Jon and I drove up to Salmon Arm this past weekend to spend my Grandpa’s birthday with him, and the drive up was more nail bitting than it needed to be. As gas prices are high enough to rob your kids piggy bank, Jon decided to throw ten bucks in to get us out of the GVRD. When I started to see the signs for Hope, I said to Jon, “You’ll have to pull off into Hope to get gas.” 



Unfortunately, I was on my phone catching up with my sister, and not paying attention when he passed all the Hope exits. He also missed the sign that said, “check your fuel, next gas station in 110km” 
So when I got off the phone, he’s all, “I’m gunna push it until the next fuel station...” and I’m all, “...in an hour and a half, on practically empty?!!?!? You’ll be bloody lucky if we make the next u-turn route and back to Hope!” And the gas light came on, 30km past Hope. 
And my lovely boyfriend in all his infinite positivity, kept rubbing the dash, saying we’d make it.”C’mon old girl, you got this!” I had my BCAA card in one hand, my phone in the other, and every kilometre we got closer, thinking that’d be less we had to walk. 
As a writer, imagine how I felt, hoping beyond hope we’d make it to Hope. The cocky bastard was right, we pulled in on FUMES!! And the rest of the drive felt horribly uneventful, in the best way. 

Monday, March 12, 2018

Departure Bay

On a recent trip back from Vancouver Island, I was panicking unnessearily to make a ferry, when I punched “departure bay” into my google maps. Turns out you must also add “terminal” to this search, because when you don’t, it takes you to some random neighbourhood nowhere near the water. As we...okay I started to compose myself and get us turned around, another car did the same thing. I started to tell my sister about it when we got home, and she finished my sentence, she’d done same thing too! 



Made me wonder how many random visitors that pocket of neighbourhood gets per day, weekend, or month. Do they keep a tally? Do they laugh about it with each other while they mow their lawns? If I lived there, I’d make a big sign on my front lawn, “Departure Bay TERMINAL ya dipshit!!” And then sit out in a lawn chair and watch the merital disputes unfold.