Monday, January 31, 2011

Creating The Best Vibes I Can

makes me happy.

I am so not myself these days.

Saturday morning Kev and I skipped town for a couple days to hang with a few friends up north.

Saturday afternoon and evening were a great. Lots of euchre and hearts were played and Emma cooked a most delicious lasagna.

But the whole time I just didn't feel like myself. For crying out loud, I think these were about the only photos I took. What's up with that?!?

And then I had an very unfortunate uncomfortable fit (too hot, lack of pillow, dry nose), woke my husband up at 1:30am and drove home!

Wow - talk about being an awesome wife and friend.

So, I went to bed at 8:45pm last night, ate really healthy today, writing the blog right now, basically doing the things that I know always make me feel great and being thankful that the people I love have a large capacity for understanding.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Her Hard Sell

makes me happy.

So Byrdie does this thing...

where she'll ask me for something,

say an avocado,

by saying...

"Cado? Okay!" Nodding her head with a big smile.

I find it hilarious. It's not a question when you don't take anything but 'okay' for an answer Byrdie!

But I've got to give the girl credit - it's a very positive way to go about getting what you want in life.

And now, after this mornings dip in the pool, I'm guessing there's going to be a lot of...

"Swimming? Okay!" in our future.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The End Result

makes me happy.

I was having a conversation with a couple regular guests, who are actually more like friends, at work the other day about living so close to my family.

They too live in a similar situation, with his parents living immediately next door to them. And they too love it.

We were discussing how when most people find out how close we each live to our families their reactions are usually something like this, 'Oh, I would love that but it would never work with my parents/in-laws!'

Which then got us talking about why it works for us.

And it seemed to boil down to this. Everyone involved simply wants the best for everyone else involved. Everyone goes about living their own individual life, certainly differently then the others, but always with the same end result as the goal... happiness, joy, love.

I mean just because Edison bathes in the sink doesn't mean Kevyn does... okay maybe he does every now and then, but not all the time

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


makes me happy.

I read this cool article about flow the other day on the Huffington Post.

Flow is explained in the article as follows...

", you must see the activity as voluntary, enjoyable (intrinsically motivating), and it must require skill and be challenging (but not too challenging) with clear goals towards success.

Interestingly, a flow state is characterized by the absence of emotion -- a complete loss of self-consciousness.

However, in retrospect, the flow activity may be described as enjoyable and even exhilarating!

A growing body of scientific evidence indicates that flow is highly correlated with happiness, both subjective and psychological well-being.

Furthermore, it has been found that people who experience a lot of flow in their daily lives also develop other positive traits, such as high concentration, high self-esteem, and even greater health."

Which of course got me thinking about when I feel the flow.

I know I used to feel it when I did gymnastics and track & field.

I even sometimes feel it when I bartend.

Of course there are hours I feel it when I'm parenting Byrdie. And there are hours when I don't.

But probably one of the most surprising realizations I had of feeling flow was when I make our frames.

Hmmmm... interesting. Very interesting.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Being Open About My Crazies

makes me happy.

Kevyn says I'm not a very emotional person.

I don't believe that's entirely true.

While I generally don't ride the entire roller coaster of emotions on a daily weekly monthly yearly basis, I do clearly enjoy the riding the happy wave and always enjoy feeling empathy for my fellow beings.

That is not the case these days.

I'm totally riding the Bizarro coaster at Six Flags New England every half hour or so.

It's cool. It is what it is. I'm simply trying to enjoy the ride and warn everyone who comes within ten feet of me about the upcoming intense speed, lots of negative and positive g-forces and fog-enshrouded tunnel.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

When Nana Comes to Town

makes me happy.

The Byrd's nana (newly retired), comes a for a visit every other week or so and it's full of walks...



and everybody, including dogs have the best time ever!

Two words... Wow.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Baby Yogis

make me happy.

Have I told you before that Byrdie and Evan have begun practicing yoga?

Thus far we've only mastered the downward dog but we're on our way.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

My Thoughts

make me happy.

The renovations continue.

Oh how I wish I had some fabulous photos to share with you of us living in our new space.

I do not.

I keep telling everyone, and myself, that renovations appear to be a practice in patience. And to me, patience means acceptance. Accepting the situation exactly as it is as to not bring resistance into my world. Because really, is there any bigger fun sponge then resistance?

Maybe... renovations?

Ha! I'm just shitting you. It's truly all good, our home is going to be awesome, and Mr. Tolle's words help keep it all in perspective...

"The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it."

Yeah! What he said.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Sharing The Fun

makes me happy.

Guess who took a trip back to High Park this morning?

Byrdie did! And because she had so much fun with Marla and Charlotte the last time we went she decided...

to tell a few of her other friends about it.

They totally dug it.

She even took them to see the animals despite the fact it was colder then a witch's tit (that was always my mom's favourite description of cold weather) outside.

But they're a rough and tumble crew, a little nipplely weather can't stop them.

And so that too seemed to impress.

Basically it was an all round super morning until...

Sally Grumpy Pants the yak, who clearly doesn't want to be bothered by humans but doesn't have the foresight to not lie by the fence, hooked my kid in the face with her antler!?!

What the snaps?

I was all like, 'Hey Sally Grumpy Pants - you better watch it or you're going to end up bald like your deer friends a couple cages down!'

But after brief little cry of shock The Byrd was all like,

'Hey, I'm fine. Who wants to keep partying?'

The perfect host.

Friday, January 14, 2011

My Super Models

make me happy.

The light that was coming in Kelly's living room was beautiful this morning and I thought 'Perfect! I'm going to try and get a few more photos of my little niece Edison.'

Remember the last time I tried to do that and got interrupted?

Well at least this time I got 3 good ones before...

these two took over!

I can't say I really mind.

I'm actually always very grateful when anyone wants to get in front of my lens.

And while I'd like to believe that anyone who knows me knows that when I take someone's photo I'm always trying to portray them in the best possible light, trying to capture their magic, their joy.

Still, I know many feel apprehensive and self conscious about getting their photo taken. Which is why I think it's important for me to say thank you.

Thank you to all the Super Models of my life, new and old, from the bottom of my heart. Every time you put your trust in me you allow my joy and magic to come out and play.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Sister 1 - Mixer 0

makes me happy.

Speaking of high quality kitchen wares, my sister owns a Kitchen Aid mixer.

I borrowed it for the first time the other day.

That's one hell of a machine. It was love at the first turn of my homemade mayo.

Correct me if I'm wrong but I think one pays a fair price for a machine of this caliber? Not there's anything wrong with that, I believe in this case the machine's value is priced accordingly but still... she be a pretty penny.

Anyhoo - I ran over next door, like I do about a hundred times a day, to borrow this little lovely, and nearly slipped again on the ice I've created by running back and forth so many times and stamping down the snow.

Kelly graciously hands me her Kitchen Aid that just so happens to weigh, ummmm, say 50lbs or so, and as I was leaving out the back door I heard her yell,

"If you slip don't worry about the mixer! Just throw it!"

She loves me more then the mixer! I'm a lucky girl.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Vintage Peugeots

make me happy.

So for Christmas I really thought someone might have gifted me with a nice pepper mill. Lordy lord, I know I had banged on enough wanting one, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.

Until... the beginning of January when I threw caution to the wind and type the word 'Peugeot' in the Craigslist search engine.

Poof! There they were. A vintage set of Peugeot salt and pepper mills for $35! Are you serious?!?

So, after a few emails back and forth with their previous owner a date and time was set. His last email to me proposed I meet him at a post office, on a corner, where he would be 'wearing a large black coat'?!?

This was my exact reply...

'that's cool. my husband kevyn will meet you at 11am tomorrow morning at the post office. cheers'

Because clearly this man is just trying to lure in 35 year old moms with the promise of high quality vintage kitchen wear to have his way with them...

or not.


Monday, January 10, 2011

New Views On Old Thoughts

make me happy.

I'm currently reading a most awesome book that my buddy Rob gave me for Christmas, The War of Art - Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles by Steven Pressfield.

Here are a few of my favourite bits thus far...

Aspiring artists defeated by Resistance share one trait. They all think like amateurs. They have not yet turned pro.

To be clear: When I say professional, I don't mean doctors and lawyers, those of the professions." I mean the Professional as an ideal.

Someone once asked Somerset Maugham if he wrote on a schedule or only when struck by inspiration. "I write only when inspiration strikes," he replied. "Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp."

To the gods the supreme sin is not rape or murder, but pride.

The professional cannot live like that. He is on a mission. He will not tolerate disorder. He eliminates chaos from his world in order to banish it from his mind. He wants the carpet vacuumed the threshold swept, so the Muse may enter and not soil her gown.

Basically a whole book dedicated to the notion... excuses are weak.