Thursday, March 29, 2012

to do, now that i'm twenty two

i don't believe in new years resolutions.
i am what some might call a commitment phobe.
aside from marriage, committing to almost anything is a little out of my comfort zone.
i like to have a plan, but not a regime.
as a result, i have a really hard time wrapping my head around the whole new years resolution concept. just because it is a new year, that means i have to up and change the way i have been living my life for all these years? (i know that is a little extreme) it just doesn't sit well with me.
what i normally like to do is set what i guess you could call "accountability goals".

basically, around the time of my birthday i like to take a moment, or a few days, and think about the year that has just past. what did i do/ accomplish? did i live up to my potential? what would i have done differently? am i kicking myself in the butt for not doing something that life threw right in front of my face, but i chose to look the other way? that kind of thing.

then i do a complete 180, and look forward to the year to come. What are some major things i would like to accomplish, whether that be progressing on a current skills that i have, or going out on a huge limb and developing something completely from scratch. i go over relationships that i have, are there some that i want to continue to grow, or any that have run their course, and now time to let go of a little bit? do i need to let my guard down a bit with some people to show them i'm really not a sourpuss? (that would be a big yes!) work, am i growing and learning where i am at? what can i do to expand my knowledge base, and make me more marketable? i think you get where i am going with this.

now with all that in mind, i think it is important when setting any kind of goal to keep a huge sense of reality in mind, which is where the "accountability" comes into the picture. everyone is different, and we are all at different stages of their lives, with our own unique situations. my life is completely different compared to many of the other 22 year old girls that i know, and therefor i am going to have certain expectations for myself that they wouldn't. so i need to look at my life separate from what other people around me are doing, and focus on what I need to be doing in MY life. not see what others are doing, and try to match them.

for instance, i could set the goal of getting up a half hour earlier in the morning to go exercise, but realistically i would rather stay in bed and cuddle with my husband (he is only a morning cuddler), and so i am not even going to set myself up to fail at that one. but where i falter, others may flourish, and good on them.    

and so, as i approach my one week mark of being this ripe old age of 22, i am starting to formulate some goals, and expectations for myself over this next year. many of them i think are going to be fairly big, and push me a bit farther out of my comfort zone, which to be honest is quite small.
i am a bit intimidated, but ready.
i think.

don't expect to see any lists popping up on here though. because well... that is just too much commitment.




Thursday, March 22, 2012

smells like fish? avoid it like the plague

today, dennis texted me.
now this normally gives me much delight and fills my soul with happiness, because lately texts from him have been few and far between due to his high work/stress load that comes with the end of school exams and such. but this time all the excitement that had built up quickly came crumbling down because all the conversation entailed was...

d: it smells funky in the apartment, but i don't know what it is

 (it didn't smell funky when i left for work this morning, so it has to be something he did, right? right!)

me: like garbage?

d: no like fish

i am now terrified to go home

i hate fish people. alive, dead, the smell, their creepy little beady eyes, just the thought of them sends chills up my spine. ironically i love to fish. maybe because i'm not a "catch and release" kind of girl, i'm more of a "you were dumb enough to bite the worm randomly dangling just below the surface of the water , and now you will pay for it" type of fisherman.

and now, because of this fishy fear of mine, swimming in lakes has become a source of panic for me, which is really quite ridiculous, especially because i am a swimmer. but just think about it, you know they are there, but you can't see them! there is nothing more terrifying to me than knowing that those slimy little suckers could be swimming around, or just under my feet and not know it. and heaven help me if i actually see the shadow of one through the murky water.

i'm not exactly sure where this aversion to fish first started, but i have a sneaky suspicion that it has something to do with the dulse that my mom used to eat growing up. if you dont know what dulse is exactly, i envy you. it's dried out seaweed! how grose is that? first, my mom is like one of the pickiest eaters known to man, yet she eats seaweed, something just doesn't match up for me there. do you eat weeds that grow in your garden? no. do you drink sea water? no! so why would you eat it? you shouldn't.

sea food in general i am not a fan of. you would think that 4 years of living in nova scotia would have taken me out of my comfort zone a little bit, but no, if anything it just made me more "anti-fishy".

now that's not to say i haven't tried to eat some, because i have. i always say that before i completely write something off, i will try it, and make sure i really don't like it, with the exception of a few things, i mean eye balls should never be eaten, i don't care if it is considered a delicacy. i will even test a some things out a few years down the road, just to make sure i still hate it. and as proof i have recently discovered that i now love bananas. but olives, those things are still just as nasty as ever.

so, here is what i will eat

salmon, heavily season, or dowsed in lemon juice.
lobster is tolerable, soaked in vinegar.
shrimp, covered in any kind of dipping sauce
tuna, only in a handmade sandwich made by my grandmother, so i guess there won't be anymore of those.

but that is about it

and you know what? i am completely fine with that





Monday, March 12, 2012

because of her

i remember sitting on a stool beside my grandmother as she sewed up a storm, and just watching her in utter amazement. 
she started me out slowly. at first, i sat on her lap holding the fabric under her sure hands, as we guided the fabric through together. then, i didn't need her hands anymore, but her feet still worked the pedal (it's not like i would have been able to reach anyway). 
but then, she handed me that piece of scrap fabric one day, told me i knew what to do, and i began to sew...

she bought me my very own machine when i was 13, and there are few things that have matched the excitement i felt that day. 

 from there i started out small, mostly pillows, pillow cases, doll clothes. i took a few home ec. classes in middle school, but nothing more beyond that. all that i know has come from her, and what i have been able to figure out along the way. 

i have now taken those basic skills and techniques that she taught me, have developed the confidence in my abilities to start taking on bigger and better projects, and i think if she were here she would be proud....

please excuse the massive photo explosion about to take place








dennis told me to do something different
so i threw my head back...


and then way down...


that makes sense right?



when i slip this new creation onto my body, i feel the warmth of her kiss on my cheek, hear her voice as she calls me her "chelsea dear", and once again feel her strong, sure hands on mine, guiding the fabric along.   

yes, i think she would be proud. 














Wednesday, March 7, 2012

thinking out loud

if you know me, i mean really know me, you know that i have an opinion when it comes to most things (remember? if not check here).but if you are one of those who don't know me all that well, you probably think i am a pretty quiet person. if you would consider yourself as part of the later group, well you're in for a taste of what those close to me have to deal with, and who knows, maybe it will help sway your decision of if you want to be part of the former group.

there are many things about this world that we live in that quite frankly just confuse me, it's like common sense has just gone out the window or something. but lately there has been something at the forefront of my mind, a trend that i am quiet frankly completely confused by, and that is fashion blogging. if you don't know what that is well... maybe google it and take a look at some? i just don't get what is going through some of these girls brains when they are putting their outfits together. now don't get me wrong there are a few blogs that i have come across that in my opinion, are hitting the nail right on the head, but for the most part after scrolling through some blogs, and after witnessing what these women have actually worked up the nerve to walk out of their own homes wearing, i am left with a big ole ? i mean really, have you seen some of the things that these chicks are pairing together and calling it fashionable? for their sake i really hope they, the whole lot of them, are colour blind or something, because sister, that horizontal stripped shirt does not go with those leopard print pants, just throwing on a fur vest doesn't magically mean you are making a "high fashion" statement, and mustard yellow? contrary to popular belief, does not go with everything. no, just no...

now i know this is coming from a person that can't comfortably wear a blue t-shirt with jeans (remember, the blues don't match!), so i am sure there are a few things that i might look at and think "um... really?" that others think is just fine, but that's just because those other people are also colour blind. ha! just kidding.

and what is with this ghetto/hippy/homeless look that everyone seems to be trying to perfect? while killing some time on my pick-me-up website, Pinterest You Are Drunk i came across this post


EVER CONFUSED AS TO WHETHER A WOMAN IS HIGH-FASHION OR JUST HOMELESS? IT’S IN THE TOES





exactly!

i look at her and just think "oh honey, what truck hit you this morning?"

i know that when it comes to fashion in this day and age there really are no rules anymore, redheads are no longer ridiculed for wearing pink, it is ok to wear white after labor day, and as previously mentioned, every colour and pattern under the sun can be paired together.

but you know what? rules are rules for a reason, and they are meant to be followed, until the end of time. ok so maybe that is a little extreme about the whole red hair and pink thing, and white is just tricky any time you wear it, but the colour/ pattern mixing? that should never be done. ever


ever