Monday, March 3, 2014

Cleaning Day

I had a hell of a weekend. It started Thursday with drinks and then a bit of a bar adventure with my best best best friends. It turned into a 3 day friend bender, with plenty of relaxation and laughs, but also where too much poison was consumed and plenty of silly choices were made. (Kudos to my Mama, who knows that once in a while, I need nothing more than to miss my babies and spend a bit of time without so much responsibility, and who always tries her very hardest to eliminate my Mom-guilt by convincing me that I deserve some time, too).

Flash forward to this morning. Back to reality, which actually feels great, but for a little tiring - funny how that works.. I was slow-going and needed to pick up the pace - the house was a disaster, lunches needed packing, kids needed grooming and rides to school. Here's where my not-so-secret-anymore-trick works wonders.

I lived with my Grandmother growing up, and every time I'd wake up and hear her music playing loudly - I knew it meant "Cleaning Day". I never once thought about whether I enjoyed her tastes until I was a grown woman with my own chores to do. And now, when I'm feeling blah about getting things done - something that woman never once has done in all her 80 years - I throw on a Floyd Cramer playlist, put a fucking smile on, and do what needs doing. Because that piano is still the happiest damn piano there ever was, and because I need a "Cleaning Day", in more ways than one.

This is Gram's favourite, and here's to a week of restful sleep and healthy consumption!

Friday, February 14, 2014

For my Valentines.

       ~I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
 - Pablo Neruda

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Monday, November 18, 2013

26 things about 26

•Clubs are too loud
•I'm going to let my grey hairs stay because I think I'm cool enough to pull it off.
•I'm not at all cool enough.
•Concerts are too loud.
•I think a lot about savings accounts.
•Sirens are too loud.
•I budget for things like therapy and home renovations.
•Vacuum cleaners are too loud.
•I am obsessed with vacuum cleaner reviews and trying to find the perfect vacuum for the best price.
•I use anti-aging moisturizer.
•My kids are too loud.
•I can't find boot socks in any store, likely because boot socks are totally two winters ago.
•I still want some anyway.
•The mall is too loud.
•I call 24 year olds "kids".
•I make my bed.
•Motorcycles are too loud.
•Motorcycles are also basically a death sentence.
•30 is a real, actual number.
•I wear a puffer coat and I don't give a fuck.
•I gain 5lbs for every chicken finger I eat.
•I don't like to run in the winter mostly because I'm afraid to slip.
•Movies are too loud.
•I cry at every one of my child's school assemblies, and I haven't pinpointed why.
•School assemblies are loud.
•I have bags under my eyes. Always.