Thursday, March 24, 2016

Two and a half


How much can change in a week? A month? A year? How about 2 ½ years? That’s how long it’s been since I’ve been here.

I’d forgotten how cathartic writing has always been for me.  I’d forgotten why I started writing in the first place. 

Why did I stop?

The best and simplest answer is that I was unsure.  I was unsure of where this blog was heading.  I was unsure of where the line is.  The line of my family’s privacy, the line of my own willingness to show my inner self to anyone who wanted to see.  I considered starting up under a new name – with anonymity.  I thought about creating a niche blog – something dedicated to one thing – popular examples would be fitness, mom blog, cooking blog.. etc.  That’s not me though.   I don’t want to write about just one thing or have everything revolve around one aspect of my life. 

I have, after much consideration, come to the conclusion that this blog is less of an article and more of a story – and I’m OK with that.

I was looking for a particular post and got sifting through my old stuff and started to feel nostalgic.  I liked reading things as I had written them.  Even if I don’t always agree with my former self – it’s fun to read later.  I can only imagine had I kept writing throughout the last 2 ½ years how many more things I would have to look back on.  I’m excited to get going again.  I’m excited to find that creative outlet again. 
I’m sure I’ll be making some changes – but change is good. Change is cleansing.


xo
T

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

This doesn't happen in real life

I'm not sure, but my best guess is that me and 'my side' of the family is cursed.  Some kind of horrible generations wide curse that a sorceror put on us in the Medieval Ages.  My whole life situations have cropped up that you just don't think of.  I find myself in predicaments that I can relate only to prime time sit-coms.  I am not going to dredge up any from my high school days for obvious reasons but I'll give you one that happened just this past Monday (another birthday surprise for my hubby).

I was sitting at my desk, at work, doing my work thang.  You know typey-typey-type, clicky-clicky-click, print some stuff, file some stuff. (its really more in depth than that but that's all it looks like I'm doing)  It's a different desk as most of you know I'm in a different department now.  A few weeks ago I found a stress ball laying around in one of the drawers it was a cool looking squishy red one.  It looked like a thick balloon filled with some kind of liquid.  I had used it on and off and just the week before mentioned to a co-worker that it didn't really do anything because it felt kind of flimsy, like it might break.  He came over and (he's a giant baseball playing, hockey guy) squeezed this stress ball - he said, "There I squeezed it as hard as I can and if I can't break it, you can't break it."

To me that was sound reasoning, I mean no, I am not stronger than him so that equates to not being able to break the stress ball.  You see where this is going don't you?  I digress, said co-worker is on holidays this week, and I'm squishing the ball as I read over my reports for the morning.  When all of a sudden there is a loud POP!  And in the same instant I am covered in neon orange slippery liquid.  I sat stock still in shock. 
Seriously?

My co-workers heard the sound and called from their offices "hey is everything ok?"
No, no it is not...
They all came out and saw this:

Me, with orange goo splattered on my face, caked in my hair, soaking my blouse and skirt, seeping into my desk chair, covering my computer monitor, keyboard, mouse, floor, desk surface.  You name it, it has orange goo on it.  I immediately unplugged my keyboard and rushed it to the bathroom to lay it upside down over the sink, while co-workers A and T sopped up the gooey mess with paper towels, I washed my face in the bathroom and came out to help.  They gently suggested I go home and shower and change my clothes before the neon goop could set into a stain.  Also whatever they put in those stress balls is very obviously pure chemical because the smell of it is grotesque.  The only thing I could think of is it smelled like melting plastic. 

I followed said advice, and quickly went home threw my clothes in the washing machine, hopped in the shower, scrubbed until my first layer of skin was gone and hopped out.  Quickly got re-dressed and made myself look presentable and hurried to the car to go back to work - only - the car didn't start.

Seriously.

This was getting ridiculous. My car is one of those WON-derful cars who occasionally decides you MIGHT be a theif so just in case it makes you wait 15 minutes to be able to start your car.  Well I'm sure it works because I certainly won't wait around for 15 minutes so my best guess is that a theif won't either.  I took C's bike and cycled back to work.  The rest of the day was without incident - I sort of wish I had a picture of me all shocked and covered in goo but then I come to my senses and realize that I don't wish that at all.

xoxo

~t

 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Forget-me-not

The hubby's birthday was yesterday and in honour of that we had a really fun weekend.  We spent Wa-AY too much money, he got a get-out-of-jail-free card similar to the one in Monopoly (that he has already used) and just generally had a good time and didn't worry too much about anything. 
Being that we had an all weekend celebration, yesterday, his actual birth-day I forgot.  Yep. Plum forgot. We woke up and went through our normal routine when we were both sitting down at the table eating our eggs - I chatted about that evenings plans and how I needed him to make supper yadda yadda.  He threw out some hints - he even said 'I think I'm going to delete my facebook!' me 'Why?' him 'I just have SO many messages today'  me 'why? from who?'  A fail of epic proportions.  He had no sooner left the house and was all the way down the street when it clicked. 

BIRTHDAY, awh shit. I quickly called him and he answered laughing.  It's good that he knows me well enough to know I don't mean to forget. 

He is a great man, the best father and my best friend.  I could go on and on but I'm already tearing up.  Check out this poem I wrote for the Hubby awhile ago.  It sums us up pretty good.

 http://www.ifyougiveamomamuffin.blogspot.ca/2013/05/the-sky-is-blue-and-it-is-good-day.html

xoxo

~t