Randomness to Catch Up

The last week has been busy… but not… but yes.  No excuses really, just a list of random things to catch up on my whereabouts in the days gone by.

1. BFF Kristyn and I are still yogiing. Every week I hope it’s going to get better. And every week it kills me again.  I’m still hoping that one of these days  I’m going to come out of it not feeling like I’ve been through the ringer… one day.

2. Speaking of yoga – specifically to those ladies that are in my yoga class that keep their hair in a neat ponytail all the way through, and don’t look sweaty and gross by the end. I know I’m not supposed to be judging myself against others – but seriously, how do you do that? I look like a hot mess by about 15 minutes in every week.  Bah.

3. I went to a fundraiser for my old work last week.  I assure you they’re doing really well without me. I couldn’t believe all their accomplishments in funding and fundraising in the last 6 months. Amazing! It made me happy to be able to support the organization in a different way, and to have come from such a great little organization.

4. Grandma Shirley (the Boy’s Grandma) is sick.  We spent half the weekend in the hospital sitting with her and making sure she knows she’s loved.  Grandma is so sweet and funny, even when she’s not feeling so great right now.  We arrived Thursday night and she told me they had been talking about me. About 10 minutes later she asked if I was pregnant yet.  I told her no, but I would let her know when the time comes.  She was clearly disappointed.  The Boy and I don’t have baby plans anytime in the near future and we definitely want her there – so if everyone could say a little prayer for Grandma we would appreciate it.  She told me this weekend she’s loved me for 10 years.  I’ve loved her for that long too.

5. I was in charge of dessert this weekend for the Boy’s family Easter dinner.  I felt the pressure. I went back and forth on what to make.  I thought about lemon meringue cupcakes since they would be easy to make ahead and assemble once we arrived. Then I considered Angela’s Mini Peanut Butter Cups in a Jar but the Boy must be catching on and know that only delicious but vegan things come from my blog recipes. Without even seeing the secret ingredient (tofu) in the ingredients list he had this to say, “Nothing weird Meaghan. Okay? Just make something normal. Like pie. What’s wrong with pie? How about just regular pie. And make sure there’s enough for everyone. You better make two.  Nothing weird. Pies.”  You’d think I’d tried to poison him or something?  So I made pie. 2 Lemon meringue pies.  From scratch. Pastry. Lemon curd. Meringue.  They didn’t set. But they were delicious. Grandma agreed. She’s on a strict diet, juice, ginger ale, water, and pie.

6. I played my first golf game of the season.  It did not go well. I’ve got a long way to go if I’m going to beat my legitimate score of 124 by 10 strokes. Yikes. It was good to get outside though and good times were had by all.  The Boy says he didn’t shoot well either… but “not well” of 84 doesn’t count in my books. Bugger.

7. I was playing with the BMI calculator on my work’s wellness page. My BMI is okay – it could be better though. The Boy’s is on the higher end of normal. This was more arsenal for the “we really need to be more active” campaign.  Last night we went for a walk and the Boy asked if I wanted to run home.  I knew I wouldn’t make it all the way home without stopping. I was right. We did three mini runs, totaling just under 0.5km.  I wouldn’t say it was a good first attempt, but it was a start. We need to figure out how to run together if we’re going to do it. The Boy’s casual jog is my RUN. Suggestions?

8. The Boy and I are thinking about thinking about moving.  We I found a BEAUTIFUL three bedroom semi, but it’s in what the locals call “the dog patch” as in the sketchy part of Northern Ontario. There are some nice spots in the dog patch, but this was not one of them.  Darn. The Boy said he TOLD me it was in the dog patch I just didn’t want to believe him.  It’s true. Anyway, I was talking to a realtor friend of my parents and she asked if I was working with anyone. She wasn’t impressed with my answer of “Kijiji.”  She’s now on the look out for us too and she told us this mind-blowing information.  “Meaghan, you know you always negotiate the rent price right?” Um…. what?! No. I did NOT know that. So we’re all on the look out and she’s going to help us with our negotiation skills.  Fingers crossed!

9. And finally, the prayers to St. Anthony must have worked.  Or the Boy just is better at keeping track of things than I am.  Tomorrow Wedding Wednesday returns.  The photos are not lost forever – hurray!

10. What’s randomly up with you? And did you know you can negotiate rent? The Boy says he knew in theory, but wouldn’t do it – would you?

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It’s a Puppy Surprise!

New year and all that, but I still haven’t covered the last of last year… so we’ll get to that today.

The Boy and I travel over the holidays, every year we are reminded how lucky we are that we get to see everyone, blah blah blah, but every year we think at some point, one day we will stay put and tell people to come to us… not going to happen for a while I know, but it’s nice to dream.  It’s not that we don’t love seeing everyone it’s just that by New Year’s it’s time to go home.  Sleepy, sleepy.

December 24 we went to my parent’s house and were greeted as we came in by an early stocking surprise.

A 3lb, Shi-poo, little fluffy black ball of a surprise.

Meet Molly or Suga’ Mama – whatever you prefer.

Look at that face.

And that is basically how we spent our week, squishing her and cuddling her.  Sure, we went to the Boy’s parents too and we spent a few days in London while the Boy coached volleyball.  But mostly, we just wanted to come back to my parents and play with the puppy.

Wouldn’t you?

The new addition has made great strides in our own puppy vs. laundry debate. In our current apartment we can’t have a dog.  I know I know, a landlord cannot tell you – you cannot have a dog. It’s against the law.  But we also don’t really want to make our landlord pissy since they live right across the street from us.  So we’ve put it off. The Boy and I have been half-heartedly looking for a new apartment, but so far we have had very different lists.

The Boy wants – Laundry, and pay as little for rent as humanly possible.  He doesn’t really care if it’s a basement, if it’s in the same town, if it’s 600 square feet, if it’s got 7 foot ceilings. None of it matters.  Is it under $1000/month inclusive and does it have access to laundry on site.  Sold.

Call me picky, call me a princess but I’ve got a few more things on my list. I hate moving and if I’m going to do it, I want everything on my list so we are definitely happy there until we are able to buy something.  My list includes, pet friendly, laundry, outdoor space, NOT a basesment, good size bedroom, workable kitchen, an extra bedroom would be nice, access to storage, not a highrise and a clean/cleanable bathroom.  And I’m willing to pay a bit more. I understand the theory of paying as little as possible while you are renting but I also know we are further from buying than we would like to be – so I want to be comfortable and am willing to pay for it.

So what does this have to do with the little face?

One of the first things the Boy said to me after seeing her was, “we need to move… and I want a puppy”

Thanks Molls!

Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas to one and all.

My Christmas present to all is I’ve sat myself down and rocked out a week of Wedding posts (it occurred to me that this is going to go on a REALLY long time if I only post once a week). But then Christmas was on a Sunday – and that screwed me up…. so you get a Saturday post this week.

If you’re interested in all things wedding – enjoy the week! If you’re not well – sorry…. enjoy your week off.

I hope everyone had as wonderful a Christmas as The Boy and I did. We got a wonderful surprise at my parents house…..

But you’ll have to wait.

Merry Christmas!!

YouTube Friday – Christmas Edition

Merry Christmas Eve lovelies!

Settle in with some hot chocolate, or a Christmas Chai Tea Latte, and get ready for this weeks YouTube Friday.
I’ll admit, my November and December posts have been lacking…. but I’m making up for it here, with no less than 5 videos to share with you my FAVOURITE Christmas movie.  I was SO excited when I found this on YouTube I couldn’t believe there wasn’t anyone to share it with at the time.  Well, that’s what you guys are for! An audience to share all of my wonderful finds with.

So without further adieu, I give you A MUPPET FAMILY CHRISTMAS

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I wish you all a happy and healthy Holiday Season to be spent with all the people in your life that you love, be they human, animal or Muppet.

The last holiday

What a busy weekend.  The boy and I try and split all of our holidays between our families, we travel as a pack, but we see everyone in St. Mary’s and Richmond Hill Ontario.

This holiday weekend was bittersweet as we celebrated the last holiday in both of our childhood homes.  Both of our parents are packing up and shipping out, selling the homes we grew up in and downsizing – slightly.

My parents are moving from Richmond Hill, “Toronto” as the boy calls it and moving to an “Adult Living Community” in Alliston – a town that doesn’t even have a Starbucks or a Chapters.  I’m not sure how they’re going to do it but, they’re really excited to see and hear about their new house as it is being built.  Today they were told shingles are going up!

The boy’s parents are moving from a 120 acre working farm, complete with sheep and baby lambs – they even have a black one this year, into the town of Thamesford.  They’ll be living in a town with a population of about 3000, and this for them seems like a lot of people.  They’ve never had to worry about waking the neighbours.  In fact one of the first times I met some “town” friends of the boys, one of them introduced himself as his “next door neighbour.”  I was to learn a few weeks later that the term is used loosely in the country, as his house/farm is actually on a different street, and there are about 7 farms between them! “That’s not next door – that’s hardly neighbours,” I said.  The boy answered, “we’re not in Toronto – that’s next door out here.”

The boy and I are both really excited for the other’s family – he’s thrilled mine are moving to a golf course, they back onto the 4th fairway, I’m thrilled that the smell of manure should be a little less now that his family is “in town.”  But we’re both sad for what our own families are leaving behind, him the farm and all of the time he spent outside, or playing in the hay lofts, me my home and my backyard, and all of the memories that are attached to my neighbourhood.

But they’re packing up so we need to pack up too, it’s part of what made us both feel like real grown-ups this winter.  And even though we’re both a little sad, I know the new houses will be full of new happy memories too.