Friday, July 31, 2009

Some Extra Incentive

makes me happy.

Evan is over for the weekend and even he is hoping the baby comes out tomorrow.

Here, I think I heard him whispering "Come on cuz, come out and play!"

Happy long weekend!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Shark Week Ribs

make happy.

I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back ribs. I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back ribs. Chili... baby-back ribs.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Skinny Dipping

makes me happy.

When I saw my OB/GYN this week I asked him if he was on call for this coming Saturday.

"No," was his response "I'm on Sunday 9am - 9pm, why?"

"Because I'm planning on having the baby on Saturday, it's Kevyn's birthday!" I enthusiastically informed him.

"Ohhhhh, realllly? Well you could cross your legs until Sunday, or keep your appointment for next Tuesday and I'll see you then" he countered with a wee sarcastic smile.

This guy thinks I'm funny. Hmph.

Anyhoo - it's Kev's Shark Week so along with playing lots of cards, making homemade burgers, and taking life at a medium pace, we've added in skinny dipping... and hopefully having a baby - that is all.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Keeping It Sunny

makes me happy.

Our summer here in Toronto has been full of this (see above), and while I don't mind the rain, in fact the weather in general never really bothers me, I am finding it hard to get that full on summer vibe when it rains 5 times a day.

I have this theory about living in a climate that is extremely cold for 4 to 5 months of the year - we need to be heated up to a rolling boil in the summer and store that heat deep in our souls, as a hibernating bear does with fat, to be used sparingly throughout the winter to make it through those bitter months. And let me say folks, currently my hot storage tank, isn't even half way full.

So I'm supplementing with music that makes me feel like this...

warm, sunny, and full, with a waistline and ankles!

For your listening pleasure, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros singing Janglin.

*side note - in this video they don't really get into the song until 1 minute 13 seconds in so, stay tuned til then, or listen to the studio version here.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Friday, July 24, 2009

All That Love Does...

make me happy.

So, I've been feeling a little out of sorts lately. I'm sure it's a combination of a few things - hormones, enormous swollen ankles, uncomfortable sleeps, I could go on - but the point is, I'm just not quite myself.

And while I have definitely been feeling more emotional then usual - which in it's self is different for me as my normal range of emotion doesn't vary much between great & happy, to joyful & positive - it's been the sentimental feeling of gratitude that keeps making the crocodile tears well up in my eyes.

Now I've always thought people treated me kindly, and have consistently felt warmth and love from family, friends and strangers but lately, lately I've felt overwhelming touched by people's kind ways.

For example, a little while back one of my readers sent me a lovely package of Borghese products, including the face mask Kev and I are applying above and a jar of their ultra rich and thick body creme to pamper myself during this last bit of the pregnancy. I love the products and even more so the sentiment of the very thoughtful gesture and had sent her a message letting her know just that when I received them. But now, every time I come out of the shower and apply the body creme my mind goes crazy thinking, "Why would anyone be so kind to send me this? I don't know what I did to deserve this? People are way to nice to me."

And a couple days ago Bobby came over...

and made soft tacos for us (side note - they were really, really good). Now first of all Bob is like a brother to me. Kevyn, him and myself have been friends forever and we behave that way when we're together, no filters, no pretenses, no guards - lots of potty humour and fart jokes. Secondly, Bobby comes over all the time for dinner & cards, and has made us dinner before. But when he left on Wednesday night I turned to Kev and asked him, "When did Bobby become such a nice guy?" Kev looked at me like I had three heads and answered "Rob's always been a great guy, he's one of our best friends." Duh - I know that! But for whatever reason my mind was telling me his kindness was beyond expectation and felt undeserved.

Then there's my family, who listens whole-heartedly while I moot over my sore feet and puffy ankles like it's the first time I've told them instead of the hundredth, which I'm sure it is by now.

And Cashius who has an endless supply of kisses even though my afternoon walks with her have sucked lately because of said ankles.

And friends who are full of funny stories I've felt like they've told just for me.

Girlfriends who sit around and play cards with me even though they could be out and about on the town.

Guy friends who fill our backyard with laughter and melodrama (anyone else got a husband who plays in a Yahoo Fantasy Baseball league?).

And of course my husband, who reminds me that I do deserve all this love and kindness, that my mind is just playing tricks on me but, if I want to cry then go ahead and cry anyway because he's there to hold me.

Good - because I brewed up a new batch as I was writing all that.

There certainly could be worse things in life then feeling too much love couldn't there.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

100 Laps

makes me happy.

I began doing laps in the pool back during the second week of June. Each time I swam during that first week I did 30 laps and decided I would add 10 laps on each week until I reached 100 laps per swim or had the baby.

This week should have been a week of 90 laps per swim but I've suddenly got the feeling that the baby's coming soon so I decided to skip 90 and hit the 100 lap mark.

Kev too. After all - he's my head cheerleader and needs to be in top physical shape!

Okay baby, we're ready - I think it's just about time to "Push it out... shove it out... WAAAAY out!"

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Sharing His Energy

makes me happy.

The Sartorialist, aka Scott Schuman, made a stop in Toronto today for a little meet and greet at Holt Renfrew.

Now I'm not one for going nuts over celebrities, I've never hung out after a concert hoping to meet the band, or went to a premiere of a flick thinking I'd get to rub shoulders with a movie star - so it was a little outside my box to head down to Holts today to meet Scott (even though he does make me happy as stated in this post here).

This is the thing though, I don't think of Scott as a celebrity, although judging by the crowd today he certainly is one in his own right, rather I think of him as someone who has carved out an awesome career for himself by taking a leap of faith and doing what he loves.

It doesn't hurt that I too love some of the very same things - photography, fashion and blogging.

So when I found out he was coming to town, it made perfect sense to me to make the effort to meet the man, shake his hand, tell him how much I enjoy his work, snap a quick photo of him and Kevyn, and of course, share in some his fabulous energy that has got him to this point in his life.

Thanks for the energy boost Scott, all the best!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Always Wanting Peace

makes me happy.

Kevyn and I got in a stupid argument the other day.

Funny, writing the words stupid argument makes me laugh because I think it's a total oxymoron - is there such a thing as a smart argument? Some folks would argue, "Of course, there is such a thing as a smart argument - sometimes you need to stand up for what you believe!" I would ask to those same folks if arguing with someone until they said "You're right" strengthened their original belief in anyway? Of course not, how could it. Our personal beliefs are never dependent on the number of people that agree with them.

Anyhoo - back to our stupid argument. For the large majority of the argument, even though there were times I was feeling very upset and sometimes even hot under the collar, all I kept saying to myself was "I want peace." Not in a way like, "I can't stand this man yelling at me! All I want in life is PEACE!" No, more like, "The solution, to keep my ego from fighting with his ego, is to want, and ask for, peace."

Every time I closed my eyes and asked for peace, any need my ego had to be right dissipated more and more. At the same time I could feel his ego shutting down - perhaps in part because it could sense there was no one home for it to fight with, or more likely, because I'm sure Kevyn was searching for peace in the moment as well.

And that is why I would say our relationship works as well as it does, we'd both gladly choose peace over being right 8 days a week.

Note - I've just figured out what a smart argument is... a discussion. And by my definition, a discussion is an exploration for solutions.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Good Time Girls & Tammy

make me happy.

On Friday night a few of the girls got together for a low key evening of backyard fun to celebrate Emma's birthday.

A Greek feast, some catching up, cocktails (for most) and some hard core euchre was what was on the agenda for night.

An abundant spread, provocative pow wows and an ample amount of beverages for those who were enjoying, and then... right before we were about to saddle up to the card table to get this euchre tournament underway, I made one last dash to loo (you know, to empty the two ounces from my bladder with the same urgency one usually reserves for the end of a Wilco concert), only to return to pungent smell of skunk, Cashius frantically rolling around on the grass in the backyard and The Good Time Girls standing on the patio still enjoying their beverages.

"Did Cashius just get sprayed by a skunk?" I anxiously asked.

To which I received a chorus of alarmed epiphanies, "Oh yeah! It does smell out here doesn't it?" "She did just go charging into the bush!" "I thought I heard something funny!" "Yeah - I think so!"

Oh, how I could have used one of their drinks then!

Being as this is the THIRD time Cash has been sprayed by a skunk I knew I could whip up a homemade concoction to help remedy the situation.

Following a quick google search I was off the the convenience store to pick up hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and rubber gloves - I can only imagine what the cashier thought I was doing with these tools at 10pm on a Friday night.

Upon my return the Good Time Girls had kicked into action and had prepped everything else that was needed for the cleansing to commence...

and that was also when my dear friend, mother of two, Tammy Tams offered to don the other garbage bag, slip on a pair of rubber gloves...

and help me soak, scrub and spray Cashius down.

I never got a game of euchre in on Friday night but, I was certainly reminded how lucky both Cashius & myself are to have lady friends like these!

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Beach Ball Look

makes me happy.

Looks like I swallowed a beach ball, yes?

Das cool!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

A Day Of Research

makes me happy.

At this stage in the game...

I'm kind of over reading pregnancy books.

Still, I want to be prepared for the wee baby's arrival, soooo...

I decided to order up some fine weather for today, invite over a few little ones, and have an all out Hands-On Research Day.

Books... overrated.

PS - Happy Birthday my Emmi!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

My Husband The Copy Editor

makes me happy.

I'm a bona fide Craigslistaholic!

I can't think of a better way to find unique items, at great prices, all the while feeling great that I'm breathing new life into something that may otherwise end up in a landfill.

Recently, with all the renovations we've been doing around here, quite a few new Craigslist pieces made the cut, which meant some of our old Craiglist pieces needed to find a new home.

Back on Craigslist they go!

C-list posting is a joint effort in this household - I take the photos, do the measurements, and give Kevyn a brief description of the item, and then... he turns it into magic.

Please enjoy a sampling of his superior copy editing skills below...

Ride some pine in style with this cool vintage bench.

Mirror, mirror on YOUR wall.

Can't you just see yourself seeing yourself!

Just by flipping a switch you are instantly transplanted to open bush country in the Sahara Desert.

Marvel at its beauty...

Great Gatsby! Only a $100 a piece for this classic retro vanity or dresser.

At these prices you can now live the lavish lifestyle just like the nouveau riche Jay Gatsby would have wanted you too.

Recession proof prices!

But does his wit and charm work?

Let's just say my inbox was on fire today!

Thanks baby.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Sam's Curly Hair

makes me happy.

Two years ago, when I first began this blog, my fourth entry ever used the photo above and was titled Sam's Bouffant makes me happy.

While her bouffant still makes me happy...

I've decided this sexy, curly do she was sporting on Sunday also makes me happy.

One great friend - two happy hairstyles!

Monday, July 13, 2009

The Baby's Big Sister

makes me happy.

People ask me all the if I think Cashius knows that I'm pregnant or how she's reacting to the pregnancy.

Up until yesterday afternoon I really didn't think she understood, even though I've told her numerous times that she's about to become a big sister, or even sensed that something different was going on with mommy.

Yeah - that was until I lied down on the grass beside her so daddy could test out his new iphone camera.

Her choice of pose, not mine.

I'm thinking she's going to make one fantastic big sister.

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Afternoon Breeze

makes me happy.

More specifically, the afternoon breeze and channel 26 playing on my Sirius satellite make me happy.

It's really the little things these days folks that I'm trying to find joy in as the old stand bys are quite what they used to be.

For example, the 'S' in my Seegs continues to be get more challenging on a daily basis - wonderful none-the-less, but challenging - and then while indulging in the 'eggs' part this afternoon, I officially learned what it's like not to have taste buds!

Hello?!? No where did I read about this little treat of pregnancy... loosing all sensation of taste?!?

Well - unless ice cream turns out to be the only thing I can taste for the next 4 weeks I don't think I'll have to worry about packing on the pounds during this last month!

Oreo Blizzard for dinner anyone? A girl's gotta try.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Different But The Same

makes me happy.

The other day my sister and I were speaking with our good friend Emma who was telling us about an episode of Oprah on the topic of motherhood she had just watched.

Apparently during the show one of the mothers explained how she wasn't the same person after the birth of her child and felt the need to re-invent herself.

Em asked Kelly if she felt this way.

I was thrilled to hear Kelly respond "no" to this question.

Even during pregnancy there has been countless moments when I've felt different then I ever have before, and I'm sure these different feelings will continue once the baby arrives but, I can never imagine forgetting who I am or feeling the need to create a whole new identity.

And so... I use another atmospheric reference to suggest the idea that no matter what kind of cloud covering you may experience on any given day, beyond them, whether they be soft fluffy Simspon's clouds or a serious cluster of cumulonimbus... the sun is always shining - which is exactly how I feel beyond the soft and stormy moments of pregnancy... my simple, peaceful self.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Everything In It's Own Way

makes me happy.

As I've mentioned a couple times, there has been lots of rearranging, re-organizing and re-decorating around here as of late.

I've been wanting to post these photos of a few pieces that I distressed to use in our bedroom for a while now but, I'm not really into giving detailed DIY instructions.

In large part it's because each piece required a different technique to achieve the look I desired.

The vanity above, for example, came home from The Goodwill with a layer of grey paint on top of a layer of white paint.

The wood it's self was so old that once stripped and sanded it had the perfect rustic look I was going for.

With this dresser, on the other hand, the paint sanded off quite easily but,

I was left with this new, peachy coloured wood underneath. Not exactly what I hoping for.

So I busted out some dark stain, applied...

and then did some more sanding.

The third piece, from my sister's basement, came to me coated (no, seriously - COATED) in some sort of heavy duty paint...

that required a chemical stripper for removal. And that's when I got to dress like this!

Yeah - I'm cool.

There was also some stain and sanding involved in this puppy.

My point here, is that if I went into this project thinking there was only one RIGHT way to achieve the final result - I would have ended up a very frustrated girl.

Just as every human strives to bring more peace, love, compassion, and joy into their lives while following their own unique path...

so to, did each one of my pieces want to fill it's shabby chic destination.

I just had to be open to the different paths needed to get them there.