Thanksgiving Day Parade!

Well, today was the Thanksgiving Day parade here in St. Louis.  The Artist wasn’t partial on going, but insisted we go for my sake- I really wanted to go, and he knew how much fun it would be.  I have only been to the small town Creemore Ontario parades…..and let me tell you- this was crazy different!  There were marching bands, dancers, singers, performing on stilts, people in costumes, people doing flips, girl scouts, police, fire fighters, the mayor, all of the various “Miss_____” winners in the area, animals, church groups, local organizations, the Grinch, Ronald McDonald….the  works.  It was so cold, our camera didn’t power up all the time, so this isn’t even the half of it!

It was amazing.  I have never been to anything like that before!

It was a sunny day, but VERY cold.  We bundled up, and braved it.  By the end, we were dying to get in the car and blast the heat on the way home.


Waiting for it to start.


Police officers lead the way!


The Artist had the right idea….warming up in the nearby Starbucks! I joined him after a few minutes lol the parade was about 2 hours long!

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The Artist had the right idea....he was warming up in a nearby Starbucks, and I didn't last long outside before I joined him.  The parade was about 2 hours long, and I could no longer feel my toes.  I waddled over, hardly able to walk- it was FREEZING!

The Artist had the right idea….he was warming up in a nearby Starbucks, and I didn’t last long outside before I joined him. The parade was about 2 hours long, and I could no longer feel my toes. I waddled over, hardly able to walk- it was FREEZING!


Santa was the final float of the parade, but I had to take a photo from Starbucks because I was cold to the bone.


The only way I could get my feet warm!!! HAHA!

All in all, it was a great morning, and a great start to the Thanksgiving holiday here.  We are not visiting home for the extra long holiday- the Artist gets 3 days off plus the weekend!.  Canadian Thanksgiving was in October and our families celebrated the long weekend there, and because of the clashing calendars, we weren’t able to make it.  But we will be home for the Christmas holiday in a few weeks!

If there is one thing I learned from the parade, it is that I wish I was in a marching band.  But the true dilemma is…should I play an instrument?  Dance?  Baton or flag twirl?  Conduct?  They all look so fun.  I used to play the piano and the flute back in the day.- and I was pretty awesome 😉  It came naturally to me.  I could sight read pretty well.  I took piano lessons for years and never even owned a piano at home to practice on!  I had a little kiddie keyboard thing that had like 1-2 octaves- ha!  But I was awesome still.  And if my previous music teachers are reading this, close your eyes and close the window lol….because I never practiced.  But I got A’s and perfect quiz scores, aced my theory homework, and performed in front of several audiences, including our local Creemore Christmas parade!  I think we sat on a wagon with hay bails, but it was still super fun.  I also love dance.  I danced hip hop and ice dancing for several years back in the day as well, and loved it.  I love performing in general.  Performing with our school band was such a thrill for me, there are no words to describe the satisfaction I got.

Me: I want to be in the parade!  Aww, I want to be in a marching band too.

Artist: (Looks at me and smiles)

Random little girl: I want to be in a parade!

Me: Ha, I just said the same thing as that little girl…..hey look they are giving out candy!

Artist: I knew just by your body language you were looking to see if they were throwing candy from those stockings.

Me: (smiles cutely as the World Bird Sanctuary float passes us with very cool, huge birds) Aw, I have heard fun thing about that place, we should go!

Artist: And did you hear these things from your friends who took their kids there?

Me: Ya.  But still, it will be fun!

Artist: Ok I will take you if you are good 😉

The Artist is always telling me how I always want to do the kids stuff.  But come on, who doesn’t want to get their face painted on the 4th of July?  Go to Wild Bird Sanctuary and see eagles and owls?  Decorate shortbread cookies at the Delmar Ice Festival?  Eat cotton candy at fairs?  Go mini putting?  Enjoy a slushie or Icee?  Wear temporary tattoos during the Terry Fox Run, Christmas eve, Canada Day, etc.?  Especially a cute little one on your cheek?  Watch cartoons, especially when you aren’t feeling well?

Sounds like fun to me!  And we always have a good time.  And besides, the Artist is a very playful, mischievous person, and he brings it out in me.  If there is anyone who understands playfulness and fun little things, no matter how insane or absurd, it is my Artist.  Like from the movie Step Brothers, “don’t lose your dinosaur”.  Steve never lost his, and helped me resurrect mine.  And now, I think it will be impossible to ever forget ❤

Once again, happiness, truly is, contagious.





Reasons that you know are in the best, happiest marriage ever.

Reasons that you know are in the best, happiest marriage ever.

1. When you have a bad day, of any kind, it is not a positive turn of events for YOU that makes it all better- it is hearing the awesome news your spouse comes home to tell you, the great day they had, or simply seeing their beautiful smile.

2. When you have a bad day, of any kind, it is not something out of the ordinary that your spouse does to make you feel better- it is simply being themselves that hits the spot.  Just being together, smiling , laughing, and loving.  Because not only special occasions should be special, every day is special in our household.  Every day is a little out of the ordinary in some way.  I say to my husband often, after an improvement in my mood simply after we are reunited at the end of the day and we talk about our days and smile and laugh, “thank you, for just being you.”

3. You are always thinking of ways not to make your day go as smoothly as possible, or better in some way, but how you can make your spouse’s day better.  And you carry out these ideas.

4. Your spouse truly inspires you, and that provides encouragement to make you, a better you.

5. Your spouse is always supportive, no matter what.

6. When you both have your thinking caps on, there is nothing you can’t figure out, no roadblocks too big, and nothing that will get in the way of what you are after together.

7. When you say, “oh I don’t need a gift, just time together”….you actually mean it.  From the bottom of your heart.

8. You recognize all the little things your spouse does for you, appreciate them, and express gratitude.  Even if it just making your morning coffee, posing your teddy bear in a humorous way, offering you the curly chips out of the bag even though you didn’t pick them out, because they are your favourite, or bringing home your favourite ice cream, just because.

9. Homemade gifts melt your heart, and bring tears of joy to your eyes because they are so thoughtful and heartfelt.

10. Hugs, kisses, saying “I love you” and other things like that, is the best medicine.  For colds, flus, worry, anxiety, sadness, stress, or nerves.  Or even when you had an amazing day, these things just put it over-the-top-amazing.

11. You are sure that your marriage exists in this other dimension of marriages, because it is so awesome, and you are so happy, because it is so ridiculously amazing.

12. You are the best “version” of yourself when you are together, you are 100% you, and you spouse allows you to be you, and brings it out in you even more.

13. Intimacy does not always mean sex.  Intimacy can be a conversation, a hug, a moment, anything.  It is felt with your heart,  and not necessarily always bodily pleasure associated with the latter.  And with this, you are intimate many times a day, because your hearts are so connected.

14. You develop a sort of, kindred spirit.  One that only comes with hearts that are truly connected, over time.

15. This one is personal, as it is controversial and I am sure not many people will agree with it- But I know I am best, happiest marriage ever because the day we were married, we were concerned only with that- our marriage.  We did not want our wedding to be about the wedding, but about the marriage.  The life-long commitment we made to one another, and the lives we were about to start.  We couldn’t have cared any less about receiving compliments about our decor, or flowers, but rather focusing on our love for one another and celebrating our commitment- not our table setting choices or how high our wedding budget was.

I am so, so lucky to have met the Artist.  It was truly on a whim, and it almost didn’t even happen.  If I had to go through some really rough times in life, and in love, to get to the level of happiness and love I have right now- it was worth every minute.

I feel that my life is very enriched since having met the Artist.  I look at things so differently, it is amazing.

Happiness is contagious ❤

Inspired by a Facebook Trend

There seems to be a Facebook trend where people give a number to someone else and that person has to list that number of things about themselves that others don’t know.  I liked that idea, and decided to make my own list.

Things you didn’t know about me:

I love peach flavoured things.  Candy, juice, popsicles, gum, anything.  I also love the smell.  Sean, or mom, if you are reading this, comment below and guess what my favourite peach flavoured item is 😉

I love artificial grape flavour, and bubblegum.  But not any bubblegum flavoured item, just chewing gum.  I also love the smells of grape and bubblegum.

I love chocolate.  Milk and dark.  With nuts.  Without nuts.  With caramel, raisins, anything.  Or without.  In any form.

I love apple juice.  But not just any kind.  No Name from No Frills, in the carton or in a juice box, but not as much, the frozen can.

I love grape juice.  But not just any kind either.  Welch’s.  The original stuff.  Ice cold.

I love fresh peas.

I love watermelon.

I love clementines.

Sometimes I eat so much of these I get a bit of a stomach ache.

I love candy.  Especially sour candy.  Jelly Beans, red liquorice, gummy jubes- meh.  I could take them or leave them.  Black liquorice I do not like.  Clearly, fuzzy peaches are among my top favourite.  Especially the tiny ones, that are usually 1 cent each at the Shell in Creemore.

I love tiny things.  I have been obsessed with tiny things all my life.  When I was younger, I loved teeny tiny Barbie supplies.  Shoes, hairbrushes, forks, plates, anything for my Barbie house.  I loved anything pink when I was younger, especially this very specific shade of coral.  And I had Barbie shoes that were this exact, ideal colour, that I treasured, and often just looked at.  I loved the little tiny Barbie foods, and earrings, any accessory that was exceptionally small.  Then they came out with Kelly dolls.  The toddler version of Barbies, sort of.  And then they needed proportionately small things for her!  I was in heaven, so many tiny things.  As I got older, I liked to collect small trinket boxes, and put my tiny things in them.  To this day, I still love to collect tiny things.  Not Barbies, haha, but things like interesting sea shells, stones, and I have to little Dutch dolls from Holland.  And trinket boxes.  I love tiny candies, tiny teddy bears, tiny anything.

I love flowers.  And plants.  Of any sort.  The more interesting the better.  I love yellow roses, peach roses, sunflowers, orchids, pink tulips, yellow tulips, any tulips really.  Anything.  The smells, the colours, watching them grow, I love it all.

I love soft things.  Things are are soft in the smooth way, and also things that are soft in a fluffy, plush way like teddy bears.  I still have teddy bears or other stuffed animals, and get them out to cuddle with when the Artist has late classes and I am home watching an Emily-movie.  Emily-movies are bad movies, that are good.  Things from my childhood, old VHS tapes, horror/thriller/scary stuff, or bad dramas like Melrose Place.  I love soft blankets, clothing items, outerwear like mitts and hats, slippers, robes, anything.  I would say my favourite is blankets.  I love to curl up in a nest of several blankets, even if I am on the couch, while watching a movie or reading, or sleeping.  But, my very favourite soft item is the Artist 😉  He has the softest skin and hair ever.

I love artificial dill pickle flavoured snacks.  A dill pickle is not the same, nor do I even really care for the real thing.

I love weird smells too.  I like the normal-weird stuff like the smell of rain, scented candles, smelly soaps, or the smell of autumn leaves.  But I also like the smell of, like I mentioned earlier, grape, bubblegum, and peach.  And I like these smells on a weird, probably too weird, of a level.  I love the smell of paper and back to school supplies, a brand new book or magazine, cardboard boxes when moving, new clothes, bon fires, extinguished matches, and I love what I call “smellies”.  I love scented soaps, lotions, bath supplies, shower gels, shampoos, lip glosses, chapsticks, etc. etc.  My favourite place for smellies is Bath and Body Works.  They have the best smelling stuff.  When I smell things I enjoy, it is like too much goodness is happening and I can’t handle it.  My favourite scent, however, is my Artist.  The combination of his hair products, de-odourant, freshly washed shirt, and his natural scent, fills me with joy.  He likes to use Old Spice de-odourants and always tries new scents.  When he is wearing the original scent, and gives me a hug, it brings me back to the very first time we sat close on the couch, the first time we embraced, and the first time we kissed.  It is like I am transported back in time.

I like some coffee flavoured things, but not coffee.  The number 1 coffee flavoured thing I like is the coffee chocolate in the Pot of Gold.  Do they even still have that one?  Pot of Gold doesn’t seem to have the same flavours as I remember.

I do not like the orange and chocolate combination.  But I like oranges.  And I like chocolate.

I do not like the smell or taste of peppermint, wine, cilantro, black liquorice, or mango.  I feel like I get a headache from the smell or taste of these.  So no, I do not like peppermint gum, mints, or candy canes.  But I do like spearmint, and other candy cane flavours.  My favourite being cherry.  The Allan’s brand is the best.  I can do mango if it is not the main, highlighted flavour in a smoothie or something, but that’s it.

I do not like the smell of leftovers, even if it is my favourite dish.  It smells different when it is warmed up.

I can only seem to work out during the window of my day that is between my afternoon snack and dinner, or that my afternoon snack is a protein shake after doing weights.  Earlier is too early, and I can’t do it right after eating breakfast.  Later is too late, because I will be starving for dinner and wanting to wind down after my day.  A lot of things revolve around eating before I lose my mind from hunger.

I have so much empathy, it is almost crippling.  There are certain movies or episodes of TV shows that tear at my heart so much, I can’t handle it.  Just typing this is hard enough, so I am not even going to mention the titles.

I love reading books that are about depressing topics, like drug addiction, abuse, serious illnesses, death of a loved one, or homelessness.  But these novels are often success stories, of how someone overcame these, dealt with them, and sometimes the stories are biographies of real people.  Although depressing and sad, they are uplifting and inspirational.  One of my favourites is a memoir called The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls.  I also love to read Jodi Picoult.  I love all her stuff, but a few that stick out right now are My Sister’s Keeper and Lone Wolf.  I also love Room by Emma Donaghue.  And novels by the foster mother Cathy Glass of her experiences fostering children.  I even loved these types of books when I was younger, probably too young for it to be appropriate that I read them.  I also love easy-reads, guilty-pleasure stuff from my teenage years like V.C. Andrews, Harry Potter, and Go Ask Alice.

I lose my mind if the open side of the pillow cases on our bed don’t face outwards, towards the walls (versus inwards, towards each other).

I have a million treasures that I have collected throughout my life, that seem like junk or garbage, but have a great memory attached to them.  Or that I treasure for a unique reason.  Some items include buttons, pins, name tags, ticket stubs, rocks, shells, photo booth style photos, and souvenirs I bought as a child.

I do not like pretzels.  But I do like dark chocolate covered pretzels.  Or the big kind that are soft and warm.  Or if the pretzels are in a chocolate bar, like the Diary Milk pretzel and peanut butter kind.

When eating a soft cookie or Reese peanut butter cup, I nibble off the outside rim and then eat the remaining middle.  If I get a cookie that is broken is half, it just doesn’t fly.

I like to eat my Skittles 1 colour at a time.  I can only eat the lemon and lime ones together.

I cannot, cannot, cannot, never, ever, wear running shoes without socks.

I love to sleep.  Bedtime is my favourite time of day.  Being cozy while I sleep is a recipe for me to never get out of bed.  When I need a mental health day (a day to myself to indulge), or am sick, I usually spend it in bed.

I love rocks.  I love to collect them.  I can’t get enough.

I collect coins.

I collect those souvenir pennies that you put in the machine and crank the handle, and it squishes your penny and imprints an image on it.

I love stormy weather.  Thunderstorms and snowstorms make me feel so cozy on my living room couch with a mug of hot chocolate.  This stems from the fun days being off school making snowmen and forts and coming in with rosy cheeks and drinking hot beverages.  Or when the weather was so bad my parents had to stay home from work, and we would spend the day together playing games, watching movies, baking, etc.

I love the city.  And the country.  I love being at home.  I love being out in the world busy making a difference in people’s lives.  I love sunny, energetic days.  I love rainy, quiet days.  I love when I have to turn on lamps during the day time because it is rainy and overcast.  Leaving the house during this time is upsetting.

I cannot stand the sound of people chewing.  Not just people chewing loudly, any hint of chewing makes me lose my mind.  The loud chewing makes me want to jump out a window and scream/cry while running down the street.  The Artist doesn’t really bother me, strangely.

I cannot be working on a task, and have another person in the room just sitting there.  For example, I am typing an email and when I am done a movie will start, or I am going somewhere with the person present right after.  I feel rushed and panicked to finish, when it is only a 5 minute task most of the time, I feel like I can’t work.  I cannot, cannot, cannot, feel rushed.  It builds such horrible feelings inside.  If I do not have the appropriate time to do something without feeling rushed, I don’t do it.  For example, having 90 minutes to workout doing weights and get home before going out somewhere such as meeting friends, can’t happen.  If I am biking, I need 20 minutes to get there, 60 minutes to work out, 15 minutes to get home (it is downhill on the way home), 10 minutes to drink a shake, 15 minutes to shower….that is already 120 minutes, or 2 hours.  That does not include blow drying my hair, getting dressed, make-up, none of that.  I do not handle feeling rushed well either.

I have never had a tattoo, nor do I ever plan to get one.

I have never coloured my hair.

I have never, nor do I plan to, have a piercing.  Not even my ears.

I think that from the above, it is fair to say I am a little nuts.  Or as I like to describe my Artist, “wonderfully insane” 😉

Donuts, Poutine, Truffles, and a Homemade Scarf.

My cheat treat this week was poutine, something I had on my mind and it was long overdue for achieving satisfaction.  I did it at home, because St. Louis has no clue what poutine even is.  I couldn’t find any cheese curds, so I just used mozzarella.  For make-shift poutine at home- I did pretty darn good.  It was really yummy, and the Artist even liked it too.



The next morning we planned on grabbing donuts at World’s Fair Donuts-ok, so I had 2 cheat treats lol-on our way to the free admission of the Botanical Gardens.  We are cursed for this.  We have to get there before noon to get the free admission on Saturdays, and something always happens.  Sometimes there is traffic or an accident and we are stuck, etc. but this time, we got lost.  The road we were supposed to take was not a through road, therefore we couldn’t turn where we were supposed to.  Obviously, we got lost and drove around for like 2 hours.  We got there just after noon, and they wouldn’t let us in unless we paid.  So we got donuts afterwards and went grocery shopping instead.  World’s Fair Donuts are amazing, and so cheap.  A buttermilk cake donut is just 56 cents.  And boy are they ever tasty.



There are no words to describe this.  You must try it to fully grasp what I am trying to tell you.  I could eat an endless amount of these and never get sick of them.  So good.

Hopefully next time we make it to the gardens on time.  I want to go again now that it is fall because of all the beautiful fall colours and nice weather.  And by nice, I do not mean scorching hot.  And by nice, I do not mean lung burning cold.  By nice, I mean a light jacket or sweater is all that is needed because the breeze is fresh and the sun is out- and we are far enough away from it now in November that it doesn’t feel scorching.

This nice weather makes me actually want to spend time in the kitchen, and not have to slave over a hot stove and oven sweating like a maniac- like during the summer.  So I made some healthy treats that taste amazing.  These little truffle bites are made with chick peas.  The Artist says they taste “healthy” but I think they taste the same as my non-healthy ones.  I posted about the non-healthy version previously….chocolate-peanut butter-pretzel truffles (or balls, or whatever you want to call them).  These ones consist of chick peas, organic natural unsalted peanut butter, a few pieces of chopped dates, and pretzels, blended together in the food processor.  It is sort of crumbly, but you can form balls in your hands and I rolled a few in dark chocolate, a few I left as-is, and a few I rolled in crushed peanuts.  I keep them in the freezer and eat them frozen- for some reason I like to eat frozen things.  Cheesecake, brownies, chocolate bars, fruit chunks, cookies, etc. etc.  I think it started with my impatience for not wanting to wait for them to unthaw, and now I prefer them frozen.

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On another note, I recently finished up another knitting project.  I have been doing this one forever- like over a year haha.  Like I said in my last post, I don’t get addicted to projects with smaller needles and yarn- and this one is both.  I made a scarf, with alternating knitting stitch stripes and stockinette stitch stripes.  It is attached at the ends, so you put your head through the whole, versus wrapping it around.

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The Artist is so sweet, today he made the bed for me.  And the other day he “forced” me to buy a $1 pair of Christmas socks, because he knows how much I love festive items, especially socks.  And this pair, for some reason, are my absolute most favourite, and he could tell instantly that they were perfect.  He also talked with me about future plans, where to live after he is done school, goals, career moves, etc. and we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning having an amazing heart-to-heart laying in bed in the dark.  Snuggling of course.  It was a really great talk.  He knows me inside and out, and there is nothing we wouldn’t do for my happiness.  And I for him.  This morning I made hime his coffee before I left, and placed a little love note on top of the coffee make so he would see it right away.  He says when he makes coffee, and when he does, it tastes like swill.  Swill, or hot brown water.  But the funny thing is, I don’t even drink coffee.  We came to the conclusion that when something is made for you by someone else with love, it makes a difference in the taste ❤  The other day he made me smile, and warmed my heart to the core.  He is so funny, and I love discovering his antics after the fact.  I come in and sit down on the couch beside him, and told him that his shirt is on inside out.  He hadn’t realized this and had been walking around all day like that.  “Thankfully”, he said, he “didn’t go out in public”.  My heart=warmed instantly.  He was more then likely focused on his painting and other works that he didn’t realize.  He sees the world in a way that no one else does- every shadow, shape, and colour is interesting.  Flaws are not undesired, but rather, beautiful and tell a story.  From his perspective, noticing his shirt on backwards, or being bothered to switch it, wasn’t important.  The world has too much else to offer.

Sometimes, we don’t need to “do” or “say” something, all we need to do is embrace one another.  These extended hugs communicate everything between us when words don’t have the right, or enough, meaning.

Take a moment out of the day and hug your wife, husband, partner, or significant other, and pause for a moment.  Embrace with your heart.  Draw a gentle circles on his/her back with your hand, or cradle their face.  Tell your partner how much you love them, how you feel.  Give gentle, tender kisses.  Maybe whisper words in their ear so it tickles a little, maybe even causes some giggling.  Touch your noses together, in an eskimo kiss.  Take a moment from the hectic, crazy, wild adventures of the day to really be 110% present with your partner during this embrace.  You may not even need words, because your hearts will say everything.  I can’t think of a better way to recharge.  Life is precious, and the little moments can really make a difference in helping to enjoy every moment of it, and treasure it.  You will be surprised how intimate this can be, and how it can really help connect you when your brain is running a mile a minute.

Happiness is contagious.

Latest Knitting Project

When I was in high school, I learned how to knit.  I didn’t really do it much, just sort of learned how, and that was that.  When we were living in Toronto, I picked it up again.  But, this time, I did it more often.  I still knit, but it comes in phases.  I will go through a phase where I knit a lot- while watching TV, in bed, etc. and phases where I am busier and don’t make too much progress.  I was trying on winter headbands in Target, and seeing how goofy I looked.  But in the Artist’s words, I looked “good-goofy”.  But to stay on our tight budget, I decided to use the yarn I already had at home to try and make one.  I don’t have any knitting in the round needles, so I had to knit normally and attach the ends.  I chose the stockinette stitch, which is K1-P1 and repeat.  It is not totally free of mistakes, but the Artist’s says that is better, because it is wabi-sabi- the beauty in flaws and imperfections.  I always loved the “shabby-chic” style, and old furniture, and vintage things.  Always.  The best I could articulate it was that I liked things that had a story.  But, as I said in my last post, the Artist is amazing with words, in all aspects you could possibly think of.  His art involves a lot of the concepts of wabi-sabi, and when he first told me about it, it clicked- that is the perspective I take on things.  That is why I love the old, the worn, and the vintage.  I see the beauty in it, where it’s previous owner may not have.  Just one of the many ways, my life has been so enriched by the wisdom, talents, and artworks of my Artist.

Here is my headband 🙂

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I am pleased with my creation.  I think I might make more.  The key is to find good deals on yarn, so you pay significantly less then if buy it in the store.

I l ove knitting with “big” yarn and large needles.  Not for aesthetic appeal, I mean, it looks good and everything, but I use these for visceral reasons.  When I am knitting with big yarn and large needles, it is addicting.  Sometimes I can’t stop.  It just feels good, and satisfying.  Smaller yarn and needles are fine, and I have used them, but I don’t get addicted to my project and it takes forever to complete.

Some nice things the Artist has done for me: picked up all the movies that were being held for me at the library, because he knew I was anxious to watch some of them, made homemade wings and homemade pizza recently because he knows I love his cooking, and talked with me and supported me and calmed me when I got a little overwhelmed about the million dollar question I keep getting asked, “what are you guys going to do after he graduates?”.  I started looking into options, and quickly got overwhelmed.  But, he repeated our mantra.  One person says, “but, no matter what….” and the other person who is upset about whatever, say, “….we always have each other”.  Because really, no matter what happens, we will have each other and that is the most important thing.  We will figure it al out at some point.

Some nice things I have done for the Artist: made him the General Tso’s chicken he had been craving, printed several copies of his assignment because I knew he was running late and feeling rushed, and I agreed to watch a movie of his choice- because the “Artist-movies” as I like to call them, are usually strange, hard to follow, or really absurd and hard to watch, haha.  But I know he is craving something like that, some guilty pleasure time because he has been working so hard.

Doing nice things for each other, makes all the difference in life.  Every day, we are showing each other that we care and are thinking of the other.  That sparks a continuous circle of giving, thoughtfulness, and support.

Happiness, really is, contagious.

Movies, Food, and Love

The Artist and I had 4 glorious nights in a row of evening movie dates and good food at home.  He is really busy for about half the week with class and stuff, and then the weekends are filled with painting and doing other related things, and we also do our errands and shopping, and fitting in something fun together.  Evening 1 consisted of Halloween and Halloween II with candy, chips, and chocolate.  Evening 2 consisted of National Treasure and homemade chicken wings with raw veggies.  Evening 3 consisted of National Treasure 2 and homemade thin crust pizza and a side salad.  And evening 4, consisted of baked chicken and orzo with mediterranean inspired flavours, and a side salad, while watching The Office, an episode we were craving to see.  We snuggled under a big comforter on the couch and only had our side table lamp on- which gives the best soft lighting.  Perfect for together time.


Homemade dough by the Artist, homemade sauce by me, low fat mozzarella, and oregano sprinkled on top. To keep it healthy, I have a protein shake on the side and some veggies.


Look at those nice arms 😉


Homemade dough by the Artist, homemade sauce by my, low fat mozzarella, grilled red peppers, slices of baked chicken breast, basil pesto dollops, and a bit of tiny diced tomatoes. Having a shake and veggies to keep it balanced! Also, we make 1 batch of dough, and the Artist cuts it in half to make these 2 pizzas, each the size of a baking sheet. It is super thin, and hard to stretch, but it works. We liked the thin and crispy crust for these dishes, and it keeps the carbs lower.



Homemade chicken wings with a slightly spicy buffalo sauce. The main ingredient in the sauce be Frank’s hot sauce. Not breaded and baked keeps them healthier them if you went to a restaurant, and cooking them so they are nice and crispy and falling off the bone is delicious!


My currant favourite side salad; arugula and maybe some romaine, mixed veggies, fresh lemon juice, and a bit of an olive oil-herb-vinegar dressing.


Mediterranean style chicken with orzo.

The Artist and I were in the kitchen together making these meals, which is one of my favourite things to do together.  Seriously.  Cooking together brings out really great quality time together, great conversation, jokes, giggling; the works.  And the Artist is such an amazing cook, and we both love eating delicious food, see how it is just perfect?  We also have great heart-to-hearts when dining in at a fast food place like McDonald’s, and end up sitting there talking for an hour.  Or right before we go to sleep, while laying bed, or while we are getting ready to go somewhere.  The Artist has a really absurd sense of humour, as do I, and a lot of people don’t always get his jokes or antics.

The Artist: (after saying something crazy about having chicken bits all over his hands) See, you get my jokes.

Me: Not only do I get them…

The Artist: (excitedly interrupting) Not only do you get them, you do them too!

Me: (smiling) I know, I love it.  Not only do I get your jokes, I love them.  I yearn for them.  If we haven’t seen or talked to one another all day, especially since we don’t have cell phones, I find myself craving some Artist-style jokes, humour, gestures, and general silliness.

We get one another.  Like crazy.  I have never felt so understood by someone else before.  And it was the Artist who helped me find the words for that, he is amazing with words.  He told me that he has never be able to be himself so much until he met me, that I allow him to be him.  That we bring out the most potential in one another.  And that I bring out the best version of himself.  I had been feeling this way, but couldn’t put it into words.  He nailed it.  As always.  He is so good with words, in every sense.  He is poetic in every aspect of his life.  He can articulate things like you wouldn’t believe.  His vocabulary will blown your mind.  He loves to read poetry and finds it amusing- seeing the humour in words.  He then uses that an ammunition for his own word humour, fuelling his crazy sense of humour.  I use word humour as well, the Artist brings it out in me.  And sometimes I let little things slip when I am out or talking with someone else, forgetting that is the incorrect way of saying something and that it is not just me and the Artist being goofy at home.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love life.

Happiness is contagious.


Halloween Celebrations

On the eve of Halloween, my Artist and I carved pumpkins- a tradition we have shared every year since we met.  We lay out newspapers and plastic bags, select an assortment of different knives, spoons, and other carving tools, and have at it.  We chat, giggle, and sing along to the radio we usually have playing.  It makes for a great date night together.  Here is what I came up with:

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And here is what the Artist concocted:

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I enjoyed my drinks from this fancy glass all day:



And after pumpkin carving I dried the seeds and toasted them for snacking.  So delicious.


The Artist also made some homemade chicken wings- which are always out of this world.  He knows how to make the perfect sauces that are not too bold, but full of flavours, and allows the yumminess to seep through- all the while rotating them perfectly creating the fall-off-the-bone effect with perfectly crispy skins.


On to my treats!  My mom sent me holiday packages in the mail, as per one of my previous posts, including this chocolate bar.  I had it out on the coffee table for decoration, and it has been screaming at me to eat it since I got it….but I was saving it for Halloween night.  So finally I got to indulge my treat!  I felt like Rita on Arrested Development finally getting to eat her chocolate star after yearning for it for so long.


I also made a few of these bad boys, which are caramel and chocolate pretzels.  They were super addictive.  But I tragically burned them, and only a handful were edible.  I didn’t have any more caramel, so I will have to get more to try again because the few that I had were amazing.  I don’t like plain pretzels- but cover them in anything, especially chocolate, and the sweet and salty, yet crunchiness just hits the spot.


I went for caramel apple bites instead of whole apples, but sadly my caramel didn’t stick to the apples too well.  They were however, despite their appearance, quite tasty.


The Artist wanted me to bake Halloween cupcakes, when I asked him what treats he wanted…and to help us not eat the whole batch, I shared some with friends.  Vanilla flavoured with Halloween festivities, and from a box.  Homemade are just never as good- for some crazy reason.


I also made some glazed pumpkin and oatmeal cookies.  They were ok.  They definitely needed the glaze.  I would try them again, but use a different recipe I think.


These are healthy pumpkin and fall spice muffins.  No processed sugar, flour, or butter.  The Artist always says, “you probably like when you bake nasty things, because then you don’t have to share”!  Ha!  They aren’t “nasty” but they are not your average carb-a-loaded cafe muffins with more sugar then a can of pop.  Not to mention the fat and calorie content.



The Artist had some school related things to do, so while he was out I settled in and watched Hocus Pocus.


I have been yearning to see this on Halloween for years, but have never been able to get my hands on a copy.  And for some insane reason, I can only watch it on Halloween.  Yes, I know, that is ridiculous.  I didn’t think I would get my turn in line to borrow from our local library in time, but I did!  It was a Halloween miracle.  And watching after going years with this unsatisfied craving felt indescribably good.  As a kid, I always wanted to dress up as Winifred Sanderson for Halloween.  When the Artist came home, we watched Halloween and Halloween II starring Jamie Lee Curtis, again, a craving just the same as Hocus Pocus, going unsatisfied for years.  But a few months ago I found a VHS copy of Halloween at Goodwill, and borrowed Halloween II from the library.  As we started the second movie…

Me: (latching onto the Artist’s arm) I don’t like that, it’s scary.

Artist: Come on, it is just the opening credits- the movie hasn’t even started yet.

Me: I know, but there is a skull over by that pumpkin.

Artist: It’s like Oscar on Corner Gas, “some of the letters are bleeding!”.

Afterwards, we decided to watch something a bit lighter and comical, and cuddled into bed to watch Corner Gas- where the Artist proceeded to tickle and pester me.  I love when he tickles and pesters me ❤  I may not think hat at the time haha, but I do.  All in all, this Halloween was one of the best.