Two Years

When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind

Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving
Burning fumes of gasoline
And everyone is running
And I come to find a refuge in the


Easy silence that you make for me
It’s okay when there’s nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay

Monkeys on the barricades
Are warning us to back away
They form commissions trying to find
The next one they can crucify

West Photo-2047

And anger plays on every station
Answers only make more questions
I need something to believe in
Breathe in sanctuary in the

Easy silence that you make for me
It’s okay when there’s nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay

Orange tie

Children lose their youth too soon
Watching war made us immune
And I’ve got all the world to lose
But I just want to hold on to the

Easy silence that you make for me
It’s okay when there’s nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me

Mr. And Mrs.

The easy silence that you make for me
It’s okay when there’s nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay

Easy Silence by the Dixie Chicks was the last song the Boy and I danced to on our wedding day.

Two years has flown by, and these words have never felt more true for us.

Happy Anniversary Buddy… I know whatever this year brings for us, we’ll take it on it together.

Love always.

Happy Birthday to MOM!!

It’s Mom’s birthday today. So in celebration, I give you five fast things my mom taught me:

  1. How to knit. Even though I can’t go as fast as her (The Boy was once watching both of us knit and told me he thought my “sticks” might be broken) and I can’t figure out how she doesn’t take her hand off the needle – she still passed the love of yarn on to me. And that is awesome.
  2. A love of books. Seriously, is there anything better than teaching someone to love to read? It takes me to different worlds, let’s me learn new things. And that is awesome.
  3. A love of cooking – and more specifically cookbooks. I can envision the Boy and I having this argument for the next 50 years. But come on new books give you new delicious meals and treats to try and love. And that is awesome.
  4. Mother bear instincts. Mom loves her kids. Always. Even when they screw up. Even if they screw up big time. And Mom loves anyone her kids bring home be it a friend when you are 5 or a giant when you are 20. Unless of course they hurt you. Then watch out -she’ll hurt you. And that is awesome.
  5. A healthy relationship. I think my siblings would agree that while books and knitting and new treats are nice, the most important thing that Mom taught us was how to love your spouse and what to expect love to look like in return. She has shown us that arguing doesn’t get you very far and that just because the other person does something that drives you crazy doesn’t mean that you don’t love them. It’s okay to take time for yourself and it’s okay to take time away from your kids. And it leaves you with a life that is full and happy and a whole lot of fun. And that is awesome.

Happy Birthday to the greatest Mom I know. XOXO

New Name, New Year, New Habits?

I’ve long had a theory that the real new year is Labour Day weekend. September is back to school and even if you’re not in school, just getting back into regular routine seems to happen this time of year and that means (at least for me) kicking off some new resolutions/trying to get into better habits.  This year it will be different!

Now it seems that I’ve got myself an anniversary right around the same time so I’m hoping that each year The Boy and I will take some time to set up new goals for the year, talk about how things are going and what we’d like to do differently – marriages work like that right? HA! Spoken like a true newlywed.

Nonetheless, I can dream and in the process set some new goals for myself for this fall – let’s not get crazy and expect them to last all year!

Last week was “honeymoon” week.  We did not go on a honeymoon.  The reasons were plenty, mostly because we figured if we booked something then The Boy would get a teaching contract and we’d have to cancel – so we didn’t, and he didn’t. A close second was the number of vacation days I have a year, and still really wanting to be able to go to Florida in November.  And third, I really couldn’t imagine planning an AWESOME honeymoon, while planning the MOST AWESOME wedding.  So I didn’t.  We plan to go away in either March somewhere hot, or next summer somewhere far.  Time will tell.

Despite not having left the country for the week following w-day we did honeymoon in the sense that we did not cook for ourselves and we slept… a lot.  The Boy and I were exhausted all week – so we ordered a lot of take out and were passed out cold by 10:00 most nights.  This ends today.

Resolution #1: Gym.  I haven’t been in about a month, Charlotte probably doesn’t even remember me and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to start again.  But I’m eager to go back – stress may have shed some serious pounds the last couple of weeks but I need to get my bum back in gear to keep them at bay.

Resolution #2: Read. I can’t tell you the last time I went to bed early and read a significant number of pages. All I know is it was a LONG time ago. There is a stack of books by my bedside and a million more racing through my head wanting to be read.  Hello old friend the book, it’s me Meaghan. I know it’s been a while but I was wondering if I could schedule some time in with you.  First up, the remainder of Eating Animals – I’m pretty sure it’s going to change my life now that I have the brain power to actually pay attention to what it says.

Resolution #3: Eat. This fall is going to be an adventure in blending.  That’s right – I we got my our very own Blendtec as a w-gift and I’ve got some plans for it.  The Boy is out being sporty at least two nights a week as it is right now. And that means I see Mmmm Sauce, and Cheezy Hummus (I need to find get this recipe from the Sista), and soups, and more in my our future.  Glorious! Meal planning and grocery lists and real food galore. Takeout ends tonight, as do meals of cookies, shrimp cocktail and popsicles circa last night’s dinner of champions!

Resolution #4: Knit. A post is coming to update you on what I’ve been knitting for the last 10 months. I’ll give you a hint, every member of our wedding party got  a hand knit item. 10 months is technically LOTS of time for 10 items, and it was… sort of. But it was also less relaxing and more a job to do. Since w-day I’ve been to two yarn stores, and made purchases both times. I’ve knit 3 tiny toques for some pending new arrivals, and I’ll remind you we’ve only been married a week. The timing couldn’t be more perfect, as the weather changes my love of knit wear grows and I can’t resist churning out items for the pure joy of it. I’m allowing myself 1 month of glorious stress free knitting before I let the Christmas crunch set in.

Resolution #5: Love. Last but certainly not least. I really want to enjoy this time both as a newlywed and as a friend. There were so many people who showed the Boy and I such love these past few months and I’d like to take the time to really say thank you and give it back to them.  And as for the Boy, I’m loving how good it feels to say husband and to hear wife.  I’m looking forward to a fall full of love and appreciation for how lucky we are to have found each other. (*I promise to stop being so sappy soon – we’re bound to get in some kind of ridiculous argument eventually!)

Love and Weirdness

We’re en route to the great white West for Cousin Stacey’s wedding. But before I left I found this quote… I’m thinking about using it in our card – or maybe in the guest book.

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
~ Dr. Seuss

Or maybe incorporating it into the Boy and my vows.

Sister Love!

First of all a question: Did the time change kick your ass too, or was it just me?

The Boy is on “vacation” right now also known as March Break, so he’s fine with staying up all night and sleeping in.  This girl has to work and honestly that hour we lost on Saturday? I think I’ve maybe adjusted today – Wednesday.  And it may have required me going to bed at 10:45 last night and sleeping until 8:00 this morning.  Brutal.

But I digress.  Last night I had a much-anticipated, much-needed date with my Sista.  And I just thought I’d write a little post to say how awesome it is to have a sister.  Now mine is super awesome, I definitely got lucky in the sister department, but I think sisters in general are an awesome gift.  I really can’t imagine not having mine.

The Sista and I went shopping and out for dinner last night.  We hit up Anthropologie and I got a freakin’ awesome dress for my cousin’s upcoming wedding and our Engagement party. Plus it’s a pretty perfect “dress down” dress for work as well.  I may need an accessory or two to dress it down, but when I tried it on for the Boy last night with red heels – I got a “Wow.”  And do you know why I ended up with the perfect one – my sister.  She’s got the mad skills like that, and an awesome ability to say “that looks terrible please take that horribly awful dress off right this instant” in a way that doesn’t make you feel gross.

In honour of our date I’ve got a list of reasons why sisters are awesome:

  1. She’s always got your back – even if she doesn’t always agree with you.
  2. She always wants you to look and feel your best
  3. When she is trying on clothes and finds something that looks good on her but will look better on you – she hands it over.
  4. You’ve always got someone to laugh with
  5. You’ve always got someone to cry with
  6. Even if you’re being a crazy one day and you take it out on your sister, you can call her the next day and say “Sorry for being a crazy.” She’ll get it.
  7. She knows all of your secrets
  8. If you need her she’ll drop everything and get to you – even if that means driving an hour or two
  9. She knows just how to get you to do things – like make her cookies.  But you don’t mind cuz you’re sisters. And she understands with great power comes great responsibility
  10. She thinks you’re awesome.  And you think she is too!

My sister happens to be of the biological variety, but it’s not genetics that make us sisters and your sister might not be someone you’re related to. 

I’m just sayin’ March 8th was International Women’s Day, this year was the 100th anniversary, and I think it just seemed like a good opportunity to spread the sister love.


Why do you love your sister?

You Tube Fridays

It seems only fitting to have a wedding themed You Tube Friday this week… and maybe every week for the next year.  No, I wouldn’t do that to you – although I’m sure I could…. maybe it’ll be my default when I haven’t found anything else fun.

So here’s to getting married – and to our TV-like love

A couple of my faves:

It starts with a kiss – but the best one is when you realize you’ve found your lobster

Then there’s the proposal – I agree, there’s a reason that girls don’t do that part

And in 11 months or so – we should be dancing down the aisle!

Start getting excited!!

Who are your favourite TV couples?

Somebody loves me

The Boy and I spent the weekend apart.  It’s a pretty rare occasion, but we managed.  Anyway, I got home Sunday and the Boy had a treat.  A sweet treat from his mom.  A cookie treat.

He had gone home on Friday and searched for cookies, to no avail.  But his mom, happy to have him home whipped some up over the weekend.  Chocolate Macaroons.  A Christmas treat in my house, apparently a “my son is home and is looking for cookies” treat in his. So comes into the living room eating one Sunday night.  He gave me a bite.

But the love doesn’t stop there.

I asked him if he had a dozen cookies in his lunch that he wasn’t telling me about.  He said no.  Only 4 more. I asked if there was one for my lunch.  “If you want one you, you can take it out of my lunch bag.” I didn’t.  I thought, if I don’t take it I won’t eat it.

So I didn’t take one.

What did I find this morning when I got up?  A single cookie – waiting for me in a Ziploc bag.

That’s sacrifice.

That’s love!

It’s the little things

Do you know who I love?  The Boy.  He is awesome. I know I make fun of his hi-jinks here a lot – it’s all with love.  He’s super fantastic.

My Northern Ontario peeps and fellow May babies Kristyn and John

What brought this declaration of love on you ask?  I went out for Birthday drinks last night with my two friends from High School (who are now Mr. and Mrs.) we’re all May babies so we thought we’d celebrate.  It was supposed to be four of us, the Boy included, but he is now playing fastball and couldn’t make it.  So we had a party of three.  I was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t come, but understood that he would like half an hour to sit down before going to his game.  So I ventured out alone.  We had a good time, but boy May baby requested that we plan our next date around The Boy’s schedule so he would have a man friend to hang out with.  I guess he was feeling the table was a little unbalanced.

If this isn't love - I don't know what is

Anyway, we met at 7 so the Boy and I had just finished dinner and I had to go… when I left the kitchen was in a state of disaster.  I knew the Boy was leaving shortly after me, which is why I was SO pleasantly surprised when I came home to find all of the dishes done and the kitchen spotless.  Wow! What a sweet gesture.

So what did I do? I cleaned our bedroom.  I cleaned up my piles of books that seem to be EVERYWHERE all of a sudden.

And I cleaned up my beside table – that was stacked with no less than 5 books, 1 magazine, 1 glass of water, 1 lamp, 1 bottle of moisturizer, 2 hair ties, 1 necklace, 3 random pieces of paper and 2 kleenex (the Boy had started referring to it as my Jenga table).  I folded and put away clothes, I cleaned off the crap (largely my crap) all over our dresser, I didn’t make the bed since I was about to get in it, but otherwise the mess that has been driving the Boy crazy was gone.

It's been a while since I've seen this table top!

He came home.   He didn’t really notice.  I thanked him for doing the dishes, I asked if he noticed what I did.

Boy looks around the Living Room  – “I don’t know”

Me – “Not in here”

Boy – “I don’t know.  Did you clean the bedroom?”

Me – “Yes!”

Boy – “Cool.”

Apparently it did not register with the boy that I had done it as a nice gesture for him – in gratitude for his nice gesture to me, that he probably didn’t do to be nice, but simply because it had to be done.  So I thought I’d blog about it and let him know that I really appreciated the dishes  and that it’s okay that he didn’t really appreciate that I cleaned up the our bedroom.  It’s cool… and our house is clean so that’s awesome.

*Just to make sure he doesn’t respond to this with “You make it sound like I never do the dishes,” and this post inadvertently starts a hypothetical fight… the Boy does do the dishes – I simply wasn’t expecting it last night.

As promised documentation of the clean fridge - figures when where we keep the food is cleaned out... the Boy notices! 🙂