Oops I did it again....

And in truth I will do it over and over and over again.

I was thinking about this today, I could order my Dad's Dairy Queen order no problem.  Sometimes, people find something that they like and they stick to it.

I am that way.

Today, I was working on a project for work.  My office, the way that it is laid out, is often a hub of activity.  People stop by to check into the office, stop by the photocopier, come to my candy dish.  Being that it's such a busy office I have taken to wearing ear buds and listening to something usually music or recently a audiobook.

And my heart fails.  My audiobook. 

I am a voracious reader, but I had never listened to an audiobook until just recently.

When I started this project I was listening to a book that was laughable...the way it was narrated, I gave up.  I thought, maybe I'm not an "audiobook" kinda girl.

I have been watching the TV series Outlander.  I have to say that some of the scenes (Adult Scenes) I found disturbing and actually turned it off one night near the end of the episode "Both Sides Now".  I love the show, I love the actors, the characters, the accent....but the final scenes were just getting too much.

So, I decided the book is probably better option, so I started listening to the audiobook.  So for me, Outlander (the book) is incredible.  Outlander the show, is amazing, they have cast Jamie and Claire (Sam and Catriona) so well.  Some of the scenes with Captain Randall--I can't watch.  That's when I realized that the "artistic license" I was watching, the book would leave to your imagination.....and I was right.

*Bonus*  I am starting to think with a Scottish Accent.  How can that be a bad thing??

And today, I was finding my self literally cheering for the characters and then I realized, it's happened again.  I've fallen in love with the characters...and I am coming to the end of my book.

And then the next step is the mourning....it can affect me for days...when the book is over and I am feeling lost and sad.

Then, I re-read the book.

I used to think I was ridiculous and that maybe I was the ONLY person who thinks like this....then I trolled pinterest....and found some people who think like me...
 

Nailed It!

You've all seen her blog.  She's pretty hilarious.  She tries to remake things on Pinterest and well, fails.

Peek here if you're not sure what I mean:

Nailed it!

A couple weeks ago, I reignited my Pinterest passion.  For a couple reasons, to look at places to go to in the UK on a return visit...and to look at how to feed the group in our house on the cheap.

I did get some good ideas.  Then I saw this:

http://www.pinterest.com/pin/139119075965034603/

 

The fact that it's in a very foreign language -- didn't daunt me.  I looked closely at the pictures, used Google Translate to figure out what squash they used...and decided to try to Nail IT!!

 

 

Here is my attempt in photos:

 



Baking Powder Biscuit Base

 

 

Mandolin the veggies, cut finger, this step is mandatory--for my cooking....

 

 

Bleeding took some time to stop...

 

 

Trying to make it look like the picture, random-y

 

 

I like organization, re-arranged--this one appealed to me.

 

 

Finished putting all the veggies in, they didn't want to sit up, lazy veggies...

 

 

Added egg and milk and most importantly spices.  It has to be flavourful!

 

 

Into the oven it went! Barely any spills!

 

 

It took a while to cook...but it turned out beautifully!

 

 

Take that Pinterest!

 

 

Late.

Last night we celebrated 26 years married.

Kent and I have often been at the short end of the cash flow stick, so over the years I have become proficient at stretching what money we do make.

See previous post:  baking/juice making....

One of the things we learned very early on in our marriage is this:  even though money is short, we should still celebrate milestones.

So, last night, I met Kent at Il Terrazzo for dinner and then we went to the Langham Theatre for the production of Pride and Prejudice.  (Both were really, really great.)

I left work right away and went downtown, did a some research at MEC and bought Kent the "other half" of the sleeping bag he had purchased back in Dec 2012.  (I thought it was last Christmas...I was wrong).  It took some digging through a database that MEC had, but we found it!  They gave me a slip of paper with what Kent had purchased and was told, tell them you need the opposite side.

So, I wandered through MEC, found the sleeping bag and wandered out.

As I was walking to MEC with my new found gift, that I thought for sure would illicit squeals of joy from Kent, I walked into SUGAR.  Found some of his favourite candies and made my way to Il Terrazzo.

Kent had texted me to say he would meet me downtown early....that didn't happen.

I got my table at 5, early, ordered some wine and waited....and waited.....and waited....

.....the staff came over twice to ask me, "is the gentleman still coming?"

Oh God, they think I am being stood up....

The restaurant is filling up.....they came by again, "Are you sure the gentleman is still coming?"

They want me out so that they can fill this table with people who are really going to order and spend money!!

I order an appetizer. (Scallops/Ahi tuna cucumber and seaweed salad--yum)

Wait.....Wait.....Wait....

The appetizer arrives--it looks amazing, and I arrange my cutlery to have a bite---Just then, I look up to see Kent enter the restaurant.  He is 25 minutes late for our dinner date.

Why is it that we do this to each other?  He knows that I hate being late, hate it when he is late...and yet, he still does it.  I KNOW that there are things that I do that he can't stand, but why do I continue to do this?

I am sitting here Saturday morning, feeling all reflective, tired from not sleeping, irritated that my date was uncomfortable last night.

Is this something that we will conquer?  I highly doubt it.  This is just one of those misfires that makes me remember that we are truly human, truly broken, truly never going to be enough for each other.  So in that frailty and insecurity we walk this through together...shrugging off the pain and frustration of the night before and look forward to our 27th anniversary.

Oh, and PS - there was no squealing of joy at the sight of the other side of the sleeping bag.  Ya, I was disappointed too--but Kent doesn't get that excited or animated about much.