Surprises and My First Tattoo.

I get home from work on December 22nd, 2014 in the early evening, carrying my bags, binders, and change of shoes (I don’t like wearing heels driving) in my arms and fumbling through the door.  Steve hands me the phone and tells me to call my mom on her cell phone ASAP, not letting me empty my hands or take of my coat and boots. His sense of urgency concerned me a little, thinking that maybe something is wrong, or something urgent is going on.  I call her cell phone.  She answers and says hello, and after a few seconds on small talk her and my dad emerge from our bedroom.  SURPRISE!  All the way from Ontario, Canada, they surprised both the Artist and myself that night.  We talk often enough, that they new the Artist was home during the days and I was at work.  They knew we had one car, that I used it to get to work during weekdays.  Minutes before I arrived home, they had called the Artist to have him come down and let them in the front door of our apartment building, as you need a key.  He thought it was a joke- he and my mother have a very sarcastic dialogue.  But there they were, standing in the rain, waiting to be let inside.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  I have never been surprised like that before- they came from SO far!  It’s not like  they stopped by on their way home……they drove down from another country.  We were unable to make it home for the holidays for both time and financial constraints, so they came to us!  They skipped all other holiday gatherings to spend the holidays with us ❤


And they brought a million presents!!!


I come from a small town, and everyone knew about the surprise.  Lots of folks sent gifts for us down with them, and holidays cards as well.  I know this is going to sound SO cliche, but it was a Christmas miracle ❤  My family doesn’t have much, but they are willing to spend what they do have one us ❤  I am so grateful to have such a wonderful family- there are no words.

We enjoyed some local museums, shopping, and lots of cooking.  And of course, lots of cooking meant lots of eating.  They even brought down a bunch of my favourite snacks from home that are unavailable here.  It was very hard when they left the following weekend.  There were many tears.  I think I am still recovering from the post-holiday blues……

To get ours spirits up, the Artist gave me my first tattoo on New Years Day.  Actually, he gave me two!

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The one on my finger is the crown motif in Basquiat’s paintings, and the Artist has a larger version of this one his ankle.  This was his first time doing a tattoo on someone else other then himself.  The one on my heel is the deathly hallows symbol from Harry Potter.  These are both very intimately meaningful to me in so many ways, but I am not going to divulge them on here.  Instead, ask me sometime.

As they heal, they are becoming more of a grey tone then black, and I have no idea why.  My skin is crazy, the Artist said I am like a member of X-Men.  I never get sun burns, I have very little body hair, and my skin is very oily and soft.  Like, so oily.  These tattoos have healed very well, and have caused me little inconvenience.  So we will see how they finish up!

Happy holidays ❤


“The Land of All Missing Items”

I think there are two common things that most people experience: always losing pens, and always losing socks.  Am I right?  Where do all the pens and socks go?!  I know I never recover them, as if they found a worm hole that is a portal to an alternate universe.  But for the Artist and I, it is more then just pens and socks.  Those would be the daily missing items that we experience, and despite all of my re-tracing of my steps, and insanity-induced searching in every nook and cranny, my socks and pens never turn up.  But I would take a lost sock or pen any day over the things that vanish for us that are much, much worse.

I have sent mail containing all my personal information and important government issued documents, with extra postage security, tracking numbers, delivery signatures- the works.  And when I go to track it online, there is no record of it.  So I contacted the post office and showed them my receipt and tracking number, and they also couldn’t find it, nor could an investigation.  At least I got reimbursed, but my mail as never recovered.

I have had articles of clothing disappear, entirely.  And of course they have to be my favourite ones.  In particular, a striped tank top.  I even had witnesses who saw me wearing it the day it went missing, and the Artist saw it in the closet. Then, boom- gone.  There were no windows open, no doors unlocked, no else was in the home or had been recently, no pets, nothing.  I searched everywhere.  I started tearing the closet apart, then the rest of the closets and clothing storage spots, then I started looking in crazy places like the kitchen cupboards and bathroom.  I searched like a lunatic in a frantic frenzy until the entire place had been torn apart.  You know when you get into one of those moods, and it is just driving you crazy to find this item, because you KNOW you saw it in a certain spot minutes ago that it HAS TO BE somewhere?!

This is when I came to the conclusion that all of these crazy disappearances that have happened throughout my life, have fallen into this crazy worm hole into the alternate dimension of “the land of all missing items”.


Most recently, I lost and important tax related document.  But sometimes, when the item in question is actually crucially important and you really need it, you have to cut your losses and focus on damage control.  None the less, I figured it out, but the original document remains a mystery. I have a great memory, especially for meticulous details, and when something isn’t exactly where I remember, it drives me crazy!  And because I have a good memory, and usually a witness (I ask the Artist to see where I put things because I have learned over time how useful that can be!), it makes be especially confused.

My only pair of black heels?  Gone.  Forever.  Exactly like the striped tank top.  This is just the tip of the iceberg, the most notable of circumstances.

But as the most recent event happened, the one with the important document, I checked the mail and had received a parcel from home.  I think my mother knows exactly when to put something in the mail so it reaches me a certain time- because aren’t all mothers a little psychic? 😉


I just love the tin box! She knows me so well 🙂


When I saw all this, I knew immediately where she bought the box of goodies- the local pharmacy, her favourite place to shop lol! The had a big sale on Rexall items and they have great gifts that are unique.


Salt and pepper shakers!

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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.




Parcels and Halloween!

I opened the mail, and there was a notice inside saying there was a parcel waiting for me at the post office.  A parcel?!?! 😀  From who?  For what?  I couldn’t wait!  The post office was closed, so I had to wait until the next day.  I was bursting with so much excitement I could hardly contain it.  I patiently waited until I could get to the post office on my way home the next day.  As I approached, I got butterflies in my stomach.  What on earth could it be?  I didn’t order anything, nor was I expecting anything.  And aside form bills or flyers, I love getting mail.  I love getting cards and stuff from my family.  But a parcel?!?!  I hand them my slip and so them my ID.  They come back with not 1, but 2 large boxes!!!  


I think my eyes bulged a little, like a cartoon.  They were not heavy, so I was able to carry them home, which was about a 10 minute walk from the post office.  While I was walking with these large parcels, I think I was smiling ear-to-ear the whole time, because I was getting funny looks from passers by.  I was so ridiculously excited I was contemplating finding a public bathroom I could go into to open them, or a bench off to the side where I could tear into my goods.  I thought, maybe I could turn around and go to the library, or sneak down a side street….but then it clicked.  That would be insane.  I told myself, “I am an adult, I can wait until I get home, which is in 2 minutes”.  Somehow, I managed.  I got home and opened up my Pandora’s Box.

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Yay!  It was Halloween goodies from my mom.  She is so insanely thoughtful.  It may not seem like raiding the dollar store and mailing the items is thoughtful…but it is.  So very much.  I was recently telling her that I got out some Halloween decorations, and she asked me if I had much.  I replied by saying we had a fall table runner and some bowls, and some napkins.  And I had some candy corn from the year before.  It was insanely stale, but I put it out anyways for the look.  I don’t really like candy corn- it gets stuck in my teeth, it is insanely sweet, don’t taste very good, and made with pure junk.  But, for some reason unknown, I can’t stop eating the stale bowl of neon treats.  I told her we were at the dollar store, and I wanted to buy some stuff, like a pair of socks, and maybe another trinket or something, but didn’t in order to stay on our tight budget.  I thought maybe I could fashion a decorative garland or something out of coloured paper we had at home already.  So what does my mom secretly do?  She goes to the dollar store and gets all the things she thinks I would like, including festive socks.  I love being festive with decorations and baking and cooking, and I especially love festive socks, and she knows how much it all makes me happy.  Now, with regards to all things festive, I have specific personal rules about when to get the decor out and when I can start wearing my socks.  

For Halloween and Easter: I can get decorations up no more then 2 weeks in advance, and no later then 1 week in advance.  They must come down no later then 1 week after the holiday.  I can only bake festive goodies a few days before the holiday in order to still be able to enjoy some on the actual holiday without them being gone or going stale.  I can eat associated candy on cheat days leading up, but in small amounts.  Most of the candy is reserved for a binge on the day of.  I can start wearing my festive socks, if I wish up, to a week before, and the last day being the holiday itself.

For Christmas: While in St. Louis, we get our tree and decor up around Dec. 1, I start wearing my festive jammies and socks, watching Christmas movies, and listening to Christmas music.  This is because we go to Canada mid-Decemeber, and want to enjoy the festivities in our home before we depart.  While living in Canada, we do all this about 2 weeks before Christmas, maybe closer to 3 if we are planning on going away, so maximize our time at home basking in the glory of it all.  No matter what, I stop wearing festive jammies and socks after Jan. 1, and that is also the last day for Christmas movies and music.  And about a week, later, the decor comes down- which is quite depressing.  Also, for Christmas movies, I save my favourite ones for the closest to Christmas, just because.  And I only watch these during the holidays.  Same goes for Halloween movies.  

I guess everything is just because.  There is no real logic to my madness.  I realize I am a little insane about it.  But, my theory is, if things are up too early, and taken down too late, and I watch festive movies all year round, then the actual holiday itself is less special.  I love sitting with my family, with the Christmas tree lit, giggling and laughing playing Christmas music as we decorate.  And it just wouldn’t be the same if we had been listening to the music for weeks already at that point.  We always get a real tree, so the tree passes it’s prime by the time Christmas day rolls around if we get it too early, and then everyone gets annoyed finding dead pine needles everywhere instead of admiring the tree and enjoying family togetherness at breakfast on the cold morning of Christmas day.

And there is a glimpse of my personal insanity 😛  

Back to it.  Right away, I started putting up the Halloween decor.  I was home by myself, bursting with excitement, and yearning for someone to be here to share it with me.  I hope the Artist comes home soon!!!  The Artist came in to grab a quite bite to eat before his next class as I was decorating our front door.  The smile on his face told it all.  He said how cute it was that my mom new I would love all this stuff, and the excitement he saw within me made him smile.  Even though he is indifferent as to whether or not the door is decorated or the napkins are festive, he says how cute it is to see me all giddy.  A warm hug, the gentlest, sweetest look in his eyes….Halloween decor aside, that is what truly made my day.  If he can love me even more whilst seeing me in the middle of my holiday insanity (clearly ridiculous as I am sure you can remember from the above), then I truly have myself a keeper.  He loves me for who I am, it is as simple as that.

Here is a glimpse of our new festivities 😀


Not Halloween related, but a favourite of ours. There is no Swiss Chalet here.


Blurry, but it is full of candy!

Blurry, but it is full of candy!



Dollar Tree is the dollar store we go to here, and these were the exact socks I had my eye on!!!!! Dollar Tree just opened up back home.


Some chocolate eyeballs, the exact ones I had from last year that were stale! So excited for some fresh ones 😀 And a chocolate bar!


Some festive napkins under the stale candy corn haha.


Pumpkin lights 😀


LOVE these.


Fancy cups, again, the kind I had my eye on! My mom always said when I was a kid, that she knew everything. Maybe, she actually does?


Extra cupcake decorators that I used for the plants.



Thanksgiving and Halloween cards from my parents. And yes, I displayed the envelope because I like the stickers on it.


Full of candy.


Bat garland.


Up close.


Bathroom door.



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All lit up!

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This upcoming weekend we plan on carving pumpkins, and on Halloween day, we are going to maybe watch a scary movie and eat candy 😀  Halloween and Halloween II starring Jamie Lee Curtis- yes please!  I also really want to watch Hocus Pocus, but can’t obtain a copy so far….so cross your fingers.  This craving goes unsatisfied every year.

Nice things the Artist has done: He knows I like the bed made because it keeps our room looking tidy and comfy, so he made the bed.  I left early in the morning, and he left later on, so when I came home it was a nice surprise!  He complimented me on my knowledge of art, and was impressed!  He also made this for the dining room, because I have been saying we need a side table in there:



Nice things I have done: Cleaned the house and did our laundry.  Made the Artist his coffee this morning, and woke him with gentle kisses.  Helped him with an assignment last night by proofreading it, giving my opinion, and reading it out loud to him.  

I can’t wait until this weekend so we can carve pumpkins together.  Here is a photo of our first pumpkin carving session together, mere weeks (maybe about 2?) before we started dating ❤ 

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Happiness is contagious.

Workout, Arena Fries, and Gratitude

I went to kickboxing for the first time since the spring.  The drop-in group classes I go to don’t run from mid-May until September. They are on the campus of the Artist’s school, so no one is around to make it worth running the classes I guess.  Wow.  It was intense.  But in a good way (not like that other class I posted about, haha).  Normally, if I was doing weights, I would do it right before this class.  I like to do weights with the Artist, it is just a fun thing to do together- and of course I like seeing him flex his muscles 😉  Occasionally, our schedules don’t match exactly, so I just do the weights after.

Big mistake.

I came home from kickboxing expecting to leave immediately for the gym.  The Artist wasn’t home yet, and it was a little over an hour before he came home and we left.  As you can imagine, waiting that long after intense kickboxing, was not a good idea.  I crashed.  If I used the momentum and went right away I would have been ok, but I didn’t, and was just exhausting.  I thought, “I will just take it easy”.  Ha!  Even taking it easy made me feel like I could throw up.  I have never felt so close to throwing up from exercise….ever.  Actually, I very rarely feel even a hint of it.

So we lace up our shoes and head out.  On the way there, I was thinking about parking…during weekdays meters are free after 6pm, and it was 6:30pm.  However, there are limited spaces for that.  Other parking is for permits only.  We do not have a permit.

Me: Maybe all the meter spaces will be full, and we won’t be able to park, and just have to go home.

Artist: I hope that happens.

*We pull into the campus.

Artist: The spaces must be full, look at this, it is like a zoo in here.

Me: I don’t know, maybe they will all be open, with our luck.

Artist: They can’t be, I hope they’re not.

Me: (laughing)

Sure enough, there were 2 spaces open.  We park, and go in.  First stop- bench press.  By the way, the gym is packed, hot, sticky, and loud at this hour.  Ugh.

Me: (after 1 set) Soooo….home?

Artist: (laughing) Why are we here again?

Me: (laughing) I’m only half serious.

Artist: Lets just go home, and hit the drive-thru on the way.

Me: (laughing)

Artist: I will do one more set, but I may not be able to do 12 reps.

Me: Want me to spot you a little so you can do the full 12?

Artist: No, it’s not worth it.  I just want to do this so I can go home and stuff my face.

Me: (laughing embarrassingly hard, people are staring)

We continue, and move through each exercise.  When we get home we have a protein shake, a shower, some dinner, and watch Arrested Development.

I am deliriously exhausted, so Buster is extra funny.

On the way home from the gym, the Artist was talking about how much he wants arena fries.  For all of you from Creemore and the area, you know exactly what I am talking about.  Fries from the Creemore arena are the best arena fries.  Yes, other arenas have the crispy coated ones which are amazing, but all in all, I have always thought Creemore had the best fries.  The Artist refers to arena fries as fries in the little box with the little wooden fork, with lots of ketchup from the big pump dispenser, and vinegar.  I do not like ketchup, so for me, arena fries are with salt and vinegar, and of course the little box and wooden fork….or the skinny plastic red ones.  There is also poutine.  Creemore arena poutine is one of the best poutines.  I love real cheese curds, but mozzarella is good too.  What I am most picky about is that the gravy is “fake beef gravy”.  Which means from a can or a powder, and not chicken gravy either.  And of course, eaten with the little wooden fork.  Now that I think of it, the Creemore arena has the best canteen ever.  The best chicken fingers, fries, poutine, everything, are there.  I always remember my parents working in there on Saturday mornings when I was skating, and making me a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast- and paying for it 😉  And making it just the way I like it- white loaf of bread, plain butter, and 2 slices of Kraft singles.  This is very specific, because I try to healthify it and choose cheaper items, such as garlic butter, whole wheat bread, “real” cheese or a blend of cheeses, etc.  These options are all yummy, but sometimes, the mood just calls for the original.

So to any of my Creemore readers, if you have photos of “Creemore Arena Food”, I would love to have them to add to this post 🙂

Now onto nice things we have done for eachother……I am making us dinner tonight, and helped the Artist get all of his errands done today (he hates doing paperwork stuff, making calls, etc…..but really, who actually likes it?).  I went with him, helped him, and rubbed his back afterwards.  The Artist told me how much he loves going through our photos because it makes him happy looking back on our lives, and how much fun we have together.  We truly have had a great life together so far.  When I told him I would make dinner for when he gets home, he said he never expects a dinner to be ready, so don’t worry if I don’t get to it, because I have my own things to do.  And how he always appreciates me.  When I am able, I do as much as I can in terms of cooking, cleaning, etc. especially when the Artist is super busy or has late classes. The fact that I never feel expected to do any of this, and always get showered with gratitude and affection afterwards, makes me not mind it all.  And when I am super busy, in school, working or whatever, the Artist does the cooking and stuff.

So men, the secret to women is not to expect them to cook and clean, especially if they are home all day, because when they feel expected to do these things, it is a whole new ball game.  This is how resentment is born.  And it doesn’t matter whether or not you actually expect these things, if a woman feels expected to do certain things, then verbalize and show her that you don’t.  And being appreciative of dinner, clean clothes, etc. and verbalizing this to them, makes all the difference.  When the Artist takes 2 minutes to cuddle me from behind while I am cleaning up or doing dishes after dinner, whispers loving words and thank you’s in my ear, and we have a little 2 minute snuggle, it is so nice.  Even though I know he appreciates it, hearing it, and him showing me his thankfulness, makes a big difference.  I never feel like I am being taken for granted or expected to fulfil a certain role or duties.  And even though he has a long night ahead of him writing a big assignment due in the morning, taking those 2 minutes to hug me from behind while I am cleaning up and tickle me or kiss me or whatever and thank me, makes a huge difference.

So, ladies, what do you think on this?  I would love to hear comments 🙂

The little things in life.

Happiness is contagious ❤


I consider myself to be reasonably healthy and fit.  I consider myself one who works out fairly often.  I consider myself as being reasonably strong.  I ride my bicycle to and from each workout.  I enjoy challenging exercises and pushing myself hard.  I enjoy that “high” after a good workout.

This however, was so out of league.  Did I miss the memo that this cardio class is for hard core athletes only?  What you are about to read is the honest truth of my experience.

I have been to lots of cardio classes, zumba, kickboxing, and general cardio that involved aerobics, steps, etc. and enjoy them all.  I started out in pretty rough shape, but I have improved a lot since.  I needed some cardio, so I tried this new class being offered right before the yoga class I normally go to.  these classes are drop-in style.  Only 6 of us were at the class, and the other 5 girls were insanely fit, muscular, and had been involved in athletics at least in high school (not sure if they are still doing it now in university or not).

As most of you know, I have been struggling in the intense heat that has been in St. Louis all summer.  So the first sign that this class may not be for me was that we were starting outside.  It was a sunny, hot day.  Yes, the crazy hot days are getting less and less frequent, but this day was quite warm and the sun was blazing.  No one grabbed water bottles or anything, and since I was new, I followed suit.  So we started running around this little path of sidewalk at the campus (I workout on the campus where the Artist goes to school).  I definitely should have brought my sunglasses out.  And my water.  And a towel.  I kept up with group for the first lap, and we had to go again.  Then backwards.  Then backwards again.  Try running backwards with my crazy flat arches and feet that don’t bend properly, and you get shin splints.  I get shin splints often because of this, but running backwards does it in about 2 minutes.  And yes, there were ledges to the sidewalk and I tripped.  I didn’t wipe out though, phew.  Eventually I had to take walking breaks, I am not a runner, I don’t know how to run properly, I look insane when I run, and I just overall suck at it, along with having no interest in it.  So everyone laps me, and finishes, and starts doing walking lunges around this little loop.  Again, I am last.  And so far behind the rest they are all waiting for me at the end.  So girls, if you by chance stumble upon this- I swear, I was trying my very best to keep up!

Then we go inside. FInally, air conditioning and some fans.  My water bottle, and a towel to wipe my sweaty, bright red face.  When I hear that that was the warm up, I think my eyes widened quite noticeably.  We did burpies, planks, lunges with weights, jumping lunges, side lunges with weights, squats, sit ups with a partner passing a pilates ball, and lots more that I can’t remember.  My lungs were burning for air, I couldn’t ever seem to catch a minute to catch my breath, no matter how much water I drank I felt like my throat was so dry it was going to crack.  Finally, a 2 minute break.  Time for water, yay!  And I find my towel because I am soaked in sweat.

Back outside.  Oh gosh.  Running.  Again.  Then we did Indian running where you jog in single file and the person at the back sprints to the front.  When we were told to do another lap, I couldn’t.  I had to stop.  It was either be embarrassed and stop, or faint.  Even then I couldn’t catch my breathe before we were back inside doing all the same lovely things.  I had to modify some of the moves to fit my abilities and needs.  Obviously I was the only one to do this.

Crap, I ran out of water.  Ugh, and I need a new towel, this one is saturated.  Good thing they had a fresh stack.

As we put our weights and balls away I could feel my muscles quivering.  As I put the equipment on the shelf, not only could I feel my muscles quivering, I could see them.  My arms were shaking as I placed the ball on the shelf.  I couldn’t make it to the floor to sit down for yoga, which was right after, and found myself “plopping” down on my mat.  Thankfully, this yoga class is a regular I have been going to, and there was no way I could ride my bike home at this point, and at least the deep stretching this particular class offers might help my muscles.

I needed a bathroom break from all the water I drank.  As I got up, there was a perfect butt imprint formed by sweat on my mat.  You could even see the creases from my pants.  Good thing they were black.  As I went into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  Ew.  There are not enough words to describe my sweaty, red, face.  You know when you are swimming, and hop out to use the bathroom, that feeling of pulling your bottoms down and then back up again?  All wet and yucky?  That is what it felt like.  That is how much I was sweating.  How could one even produce that much liquid?  While sitting on the toilet, I noticed sweat running down my shins.  Yes, my shins.  As I was washing my hands, I noticed in the mirror the huge rings of sweat around my armpits, and on my back.  The collar of my t-shirt was drenched.

I headed back to my yoga mat, and realized I had to take my shoes off.  Uh-oh.  My feet probably smell really bad.  So I leave my socks on for a bit so I can cool off and stop sweating a little first.  Someone asked me if I worked out before the yoga class.  Ha.  What gave it away?  I am surprised there weren’t crunchy white salt stains on my clothes.  So I responded by saying yes, I did the class before yoga, and that if anyone smells something strange, it because I have been pouring with sweat for the last hour, and I apologize.  Looking back, I was in a state of delirium.  Especially based on what happens next.

This yoga class focuses on deep stretches and lots of floor poses.  I have been going regularly for awhile now.  But my muscles are so weak and tired and shaky, I was having trouble holding the poses for a long time, and was toppling over often.  Then the giggles started, and for no particular reason.  Probably because I was also getting hungry for dinner.  It wasn’t long before my stomach was rumbling too.  My giggling was getting out of control, and others started giggling too.  I am going to pretend they were giggling with me, and not at me, haha.  Luckily, the teacher likes to encourage us to smile and laugh his jokes while practising, but also having a time and place for meditation and concentration.  So at least he got a chuckle out it.  Normally, I am not so disruptive.  But, when you try not to laugh, it makes it worse and you laugh harder.  I had tears coming out of my eyes I was so out of control delirious.  At this point, delirious from the previous class, but now from hunger too.

I come home and flop down on the bed.  Exhaustion hits even harder.  Taking a shower is a necessity, but feels like too much work at this point.  And remember I had to ride my bike home.  After I eat and shower, you would think I went straight to sleep.  But I winded down with watch DVDs of Arrested Development and calling my mom.  I told my mom this story and she is like, “what if you were filmed and put on the internet?”….no, they would need our permission first.  And she says, “no like someone walking, like a pedestrian, used their phone when you were outside and filmed the crazy girl lagging behind the group, and they put it on YouTube?”

Oh crap.  I feel like that is a realistic possibility.  The Artist said the based on my recap, I will end up on the Ellen Show if someone posted it on YouTube.  Ha.

Then I proceeded to watch Arrested Development and after we turned the TV off, I got the giggles again.  The Artist and I laid in bed quoting Buster and giggling until like 2am.  And I had to get up early.

And the worst part is, like I said at the beginning, I consider myself a reasonably fit, strong person.

The next morning, my quads were so sore, I could hardly walk.  And I had to get up early, and my day went several hours longer then it was scheduled to.  And since I normally don’t bring a lunch because I get home around lunch time, I was famished.  What a day.

But oh well.  That class, was definitely not for me.

I feel like I am prone to awkward, embarrassing, crazy situations.

Lets see what today brings! 😉

To Canada and Back.

The last 2 weeks the Artist and I have been in Ontario, Canada to visit family and friends.  It has been amazing.  I found myself not taking too many photos, in comparison to the huge amounts of fun adventures we embarked on, and that “urge” to snap shots of fun times just wasn’t there.  But all for a good reason- I was too busy talking and visiting with everyone, time passed me by in an instant.  I was too consumed in enjoying the moments that taking photos seemed unimportant next to actually experiencing the adventures.

The drive there took 17.5 hours, which is pretty long….too long actually.  There was traffic, construction, and a line at the border, all of which added up.  We stopped overnight at a cheap motel, which was such a treat.  We ate late night junk food from burger joints and convenience stores, enjoyed the most comfortable bed and pillows ever (waaay better then the fancy places!), a hot shower, and cable TV.  It was just glorious.  The Artist and I fantasized about what it would be like to vacation like this for more then 1 night…….one day.


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Smurf milk for breakfast.

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After we arrived, right away we had “business” to take care of with things like health insurance, doctor’s appointments, etc.  On the way home from these, we got some Pad Thai.  I have yet to find a restaurant that tops the Mango Tree in Barrie for Pad Thai.  There are no words to describe it.  It is perfection.


Of course I also had to try on my wedding dress.  Not only does it still fit, but it is loose fitting!  The Artist and I are about to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary this month.  Every time I put on this dress, I am transported back to our wedding day.  What an amazing day.  Simple, small, and cheap, but it was everything I wanted in a wedding- because all I wanted was to marry my Artist.  Nothing else mattered to me.  I wasn’t after the “dream wedding”, but rather, the dream marriage.  And I have it.  Nothing could have changed the way I felt holding my dad’s arm walking down the aisle to marry the Artist.  Nothing.  I could have been wearing pyjamas, and I still would have felt the same.  I get a little teary every time I think about it, I am so truly happy with my beloved Artist, there are no words to describe the feeling.

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On another note, Creemore was freezing!  It was so chilly I borrowed Char’s slippers.  They were pretty big on my tiny feet, but they were so fuzzy and warm!  They reminded me of the Smurfs.  And I only had brought 1 sweater, which wasn’t very thick, but I layered up.

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I even made some homemade peach popsicles, the same as on my previous posts, because they are my favourite snack, even when it is cold.  My mom had these moulds from my childhood, they were really tiny with little bears on the sticks.  She always made us homemade popsicles, the most common flavour being Tang.



We did lots of eating while in Canada, and here are some spicy peanut kabobs I made when everyone else was having steak- I am not a beef lover.


And then of course we did some camping with my parents and sister and brother-in-law.  The photos are dark, but this was Sherilee’s first time eating s’mores!  Obviously being the chocolate lover that she is, she loved them.  The 2 of us had them for lunch the next day 😀

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Pork souvlaki kabobs with BBQ roasted mini potatoes with cheese and sugar snap peas….not too bad for roughing it eh?



My Artist is so good at making and maintaining camp fires.  Awww, look at that face!  I just love him so much ❤

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We woke up on the last morning to find some animals had gotten into our food, and left no trace of an entire loaf of bread!!!!!  So my mom improvised, and used hotdog buns to make grilled ham and cheese sandwiches.  I was a little skeptical, but everyone who knows my mother- don’t under estimate her 😉





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We went for walks, shopping, watched satellite TV (we don’t have cable, so we caught up on our favourite shows!), went sailing, driving, I practiced driving our standard car lots, met up with friends, went swimming, went to the beach, and countless other adventures.  We did lots of visiting with family, and friends.  Ate lots of good food.  Had countless great laughs, until my eyes watered and my cheeks hurt.  Great heart-to-hearts, conversation, and we even squeezed in a trip to the Creemore Farmer’s market (where we ate Mama Marie’s perogies, Angie’s Place jerk chicken, and a local farmers muffins and butter tarts- we were stuffed afterwards) and out for ice cream at Mr. Norm’s Nephew.  I even got to satisfy my poutine craving!  I am so lucky to have such an amazing family, everyone is so supportive and generous, and love the Artist like their own.

My mom is so thoughtful, she sent these home with us so we could have a little Canadian homey touch in our St. Louis kitchen.  We LOVE Swiss Chalet, but there are none here, so she bought us some marinade and dip.  And the cookies are not only delicious, but a chlidhood favourite with a wonderful nostalgia attached to them.  They remind me of bummin’ around at home in the summers outside on the farm, watering the garden with my dad when I was in my pyjamas and supposed to be getting ready for bed, and hanging out with my mom.  The Golden Graham bars are a new product that are a variation of a discontinued childhood favourite as well, bringing back the same great memories, and are of course delicious.








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I have the best family.  My mom is like my best girly friend, my dad and I have the greatest talks about life, I enjoy just hanging out with my brothers and being goofy with Sean, I look up to Sherilee and Allan- you guys are so awesome I don’t even know where to start!  My aunt Char has been like a second mom to me, my grandparents are the most generous, supportive, hilarious people I know.  I love listening to their anecdotes about life, and learning about my family history.  I could seriously so on and on about each family member and how incredible they are, and the same goes for the Artist’s family.  But I don’t need to say it, you all know.  Thanks for a wonderful visit, we can’t wait for next time!

P.S.  It is still hot as heck in St. Louis!  I was sweating to death while unpacking…yuck.