(sn)O(w)MG!

As someone who works from home, I rarely take a snow day. Well folks… I just took two—as did (nearly) everybody in the province of Nova Scotia! Holy hell, we had a doozie of a blizzard! It began here on Cape Breton Island just before noon yesterday, and it stuck around until nearly noon today.

I’m not sure why, but during the storm I was uncharacteristically restless—giddy, almost. Case in point, I’m a girl who values her sleep, but I had no interest whatsoever in going to bed last night. To occupy myself, I did something I almost never do—I spent time on Twitter. I wanted to see people’s storm tweets.  Much of what I viewed sent me into fits of laughter (making it even more difficult to convince myself that I should get some sleep).

I went back to Twitter this afternoon to select some of the best #NSStorm tweets to share with you.

There’s nothing more Canadian than a Tim Hortons coffee run. 


 

 

At least the snowblower is right there!


 

I recommend climbing up and rolling out.


 

 

I guess there can be too much snow at a ski hill. 


 

 

No freaking wonder all the flights were cancelled had Halifax Stanfield International Airport! 


 

 

Finally, a helpful squirrel! 


 

 

Great advice!


 

I took some photos of my own, of course. Early this morning, I posted some quickie iPad snaps to my Instagram account. After eating and showering, I got out my “real camera” and took a few more shots (from indoors). Here are the images from my second photo session.

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Mr. Moe trying to see over the snow drift in front of my office window.

 

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The view out of the other window in my office.

 

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Looking out my front door.

 

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The view from a second story window at the back of the house.

 

Ugh! I should be out there with a shovel, but I just can’t face it yet. I’m going to curl up in a blanket and read a book.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you’re somewhere safe and warm!

Curveball In My Morning Routine

blow-dryWhat image comes to mind when you hear the phrase curvy girl? I’m going to take a guess and say that you’re probably picturing a full-figured woman, or maybe a plus size model? At least in this part of the world, that’s what curvy usually means.

When (and why) has the term curvy become synonymous with overweight? When I gain weight, I lose my curves. When shed excess weight, my curves return.

If you’ve been reading this blog lately, you’d know that I’ve reclaimed my status as a gym rat. What I didn’t mention (at least I don’t remember mentioning) is that my excess pounds are melting away. I’ve been watching the numbers on the scale steadily dip since my return to the gym, but I didn’t notice any other changes until last weekend, when (what had been) my most comfy clothes, were all of a sudden swimming on me.

Now, finally, I’m seeing a change in my body. I’m a creature of habit. My morning rituals are no exception. Every workday morning, I get out of bed, eat, shower, moisturize and hurry to get dressed before blow-drying my hair. Yesterday, I strayed from that routine. After I got into my bra and panties, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror—what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. Curves! My curves are coming back! I didn’t want to finish getting dressed. All I wanted to do was stand in front of that mirror admiring myself. So, I did just that. I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but my skivvies while I blow-dried my hair and did all the other things I needed to do before I absolutely had to put the rest of my clothes on. And guess what? I did exactly the same thing again today! I believe I’ve fallen into a new morning ritual.

Ten Thousand Daily Steps, and More on “My” Love Language

In my last blog post, I wrote about how subject of The Five Love Languages had been brought to my attention 4 times in one day. That was nearly a month ago, and references to the book are still showing up for me almost daily.  I can only assume that the Universe is trying to tell me that I have not yet correctly interpreted the message its trying to send me, and that I need to keep digging.

Before I continue with this post, I feel as if I should follow up with something from the last post. Some of you have been private messaging me to ask for updates on “the hottie with a Ph.D in flattery”. I’ve filled in anyone who has asked, but for the rest of you, here’s the story. The hottie was waving red flags, and for the first time in my life, I decided to obey the warning signs rather than ignore them. I’m no longer interested in even entertaining the idea of starting anything with him. Sorry to disappoint you all. I was hoping for a juicy story too.

Now, back to what I was saying earlier… I’m still getting bombarded with seemingly serendipitous mentions of The Five Love Languages. I’m driving myself nuts trying to assign meaning to why it’s happening. It’s also forced me to become hyperaware all of the ways in which my love language, Words of Affirmations, influences my behaviour patterns. I still believe, as I did last month, that my relationship with Words of Affirmations is highly dysfunctional, but now, I am beginning to recognize that it’s possible to use Words of Affirmation as healthy motivation.  Fitbit delivers a healthy dose of motivation with Words of Affirmation!

For a couple of years now, I’ve been (intermittently) following the advice of medical professionals to stay away from strenuous exercise.  My hormones had, somehow, gotten knocked out of balance, and exercise (the kind of exercise I enjoy, anyway) was stressing my system, and slowing my recovery. This past autumn, I started picking up on signals that I was finally better. Twice before, I thought I was better, and was wrong, but this time I am sure that I’m better. In December, I decided that it was time to get my fat arse, back to the gym.

Before I go on, I should clarify that my arse is not fat. My boobs, back, arms and chin(s) are fat, but my arse definitely isn’t. I reflexively used the words “fat arse” because it’s a derogatory term I commonly hear used to shame overweight people. While I would never use that term to describe anyone else, I clearly have not learned how to turn off the judgement when it comes to myself. Crap, I just got off track again, didn’t I? Okay, for real, no more tangents!

When I made the decision to go back to the gym, I also decided that I wanted to get a fitbit. Rather than buy one for myself, I asked Santa for one—He delivered! I’ve been wearing it every day since since Christmas, and with the exception of the week I spent down for the count with a head cold, I have consistently met or surpassed my daily 10,000 step goal. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that that only happened because fitbit speaks my Love Language. I (figuratively) bend over backwards for that things Words of Affirmations.

When I do a “good job”, my fitbit rewards me with praise. Sometimes the words scroll across the screen on my wristband, other times, like after I finish a run, it will send a message to me via my iPad that says, “Nice hustle…”

As much as I adore my fitbit, it can get on my nerves sometimes. I hate it when I’m settled in a cozy nook with a with a good book (or even a crappy book) and the thing buzzes for my attention, then asks the question, “Wanna go for a stroll?” Of course, my answer is most often a snarky, “No!”,  but I get up and do it anyway,  and, when I reach my hourly quota of steps, it praises me for my accomplishment with affirmations like, “Nailed it!” or “Crushed it!” And with that, I forgive it for being such a nag.

Today, out of the blue, fitbit sent me a Helicopter badge. I earned it for climbing 500 floors. Is there a space shuttle badge? I’d really like to earn one of those!

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Screenshot of my fitbit “Helicopter” badge.

Uh-oh!  I apologize, but I need to go. It’s getting late and I have yet to reach my 10,000 steps for the day. Did you know that at step number 10,000 fitbit hosts a fireworks display? How awesome is that?!


For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Ten. (Or ten thousand. Same difference, right?)

Love Languages, Self-Sabotaging Behaviours, & Resolutions

There’s lot of hype about resolutions this time of year, and yes, I’m a total sucker for that shit! If you’re a reader of this blog, you’d already know that, but, you may be shocked to learn that in my “real life” circles that’s a topic I never discuss—not at this time of year, or at any other. In fact, there are tonnes of things on this blog that the majority of my “real-life peeps” know nothing about.

I do not blog anonymously—anyone from my “real-life” could Google me and discover all my “secrets”.  If that happens, I’m okay with it. I’m just saying that me and my “real-life peeps” don’t tend to have meaningful conversations.  There is a reason for it—my “real-life” relationships are shallow and superficial, and in large part, I’m responsible for that.

Yesterday, the subject of The 5 Love Languages was brought to my attention 4 freaking times! Clearly, it was a sign from the Universe! I went to the book’s website and repeated the Love Languages quiz I took a couple of years ago (because I finally know better than to disobey nudges from the Universe). It was no surprise to me that my results were the same as before. I’m a “Words of Affirmation” girl, but in me, it presents in the most dysfunctional way imaginable—give me praise and I’ll be tempted to sell my soul to keep it coming. This is even more likely to happen if there’s a good-looking man throwing compliments my way.

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My “Love Languages” in order of dominance.

My emotional response to someone’s first words of affirmation is, most often, an unpleasant one.  I typically feel as if I don’t deserve the praise, and I’m uncomfortable accepting it. So, what do I do to make myself feel more okay about it? I try to be the person the affirmation giver believes me to be in order to earn the praise that’s already been given (and to inspire more). And even though the praise is for what I do, not who I am, it feels pretty damn good to get it!

My resolution for 2017, is to say goodbye to that nonsense, and to be unapologetically me. I’m done with trying to be the person others think I am (or should be). I’ve been experimenting with this in the second half of 2016. So far, I’m doing reasonably well with it, but I’m not going to lie, it’s not always easy! And now to really test me… the Universe has sent a hottie with a Ph.D in flattery to my door. I swear, the  Universe an evil sense of humour! Grr! I may not win the guy when he finds out I’m not the super-woman he thinks I am, but, damn it, I’m going to win the Universe’s challenge! I’m not selling my soul this time.

Wish me luck!

It’s Written In The Stars!

Today is going to be a great day! I know this because an astrologer from AstroCenter told me so! Laugh all you want, but those folks are never wrong. The accuracy of their predictions can, at times, be downright creepy, especially when they are super specific, like the day they told me my sewing machine was going to break.

A couple of weeks ago, my horoscope said something about a meeting I would attend that day. I did have a meeting that day, but not in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined how the following could possibly manifest.

…someone at the gathering should suddenly seem especially attractive and attentive to you. Take a walk after the meeting if you can.

Well… to my shock and amazement, someone “attractive and attentive” kinda sorta crashed the meeting! And yes, there was an unexpected “walk” immediately after the meeting.

In the time that’s passed since that day, my horoscope has been rather dull, and generally speaking, my days have been rather dull too. Well, things are about to get a little spicier! I was super-psyched to see this in my inbox this morning.

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Screenshot of my personalized daily horoscope from AstroCenter.

This pleasure-seeking individual is very much looking forward to being spoiled and pampered today. And yes, it is indeed, easy for someone to win my heart with this kind of treatment. Bring it on! I’m totally on board with getting seduced today!

 

It’s Not This Time of Year Without… My Furry Little Christmas Helper

Until this afternoon, I had not scrolled through my WordPress newsfeed since Thursday evening. When I stumbled upon the theme for this week’s Daily Post photo challenge, It’s Not This Time Of Year Without…, I laughed out loud. Just yesterday, I shared this series of iPad photos on Instagram. Check out the caption on the first photo! What a coincidence!

 

"Pass me the blue lights please." #christmastree #sillykitty #christmasdecorations

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Ooh! Red balls! #christmasdecorations #sillykitty

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Tree is up, and the little helper is exhausted. #christmastime #sillykitty

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For sure, it’s not this time of year without Moe “helping” to decorate for the holidays.

Back In Black

When I was a wee little girl, I was told that a red pen was to be used only for recording debt. Why would anyone say that to a kid, Mom? I didn’t know what debt was back in the ’70s, other than it was a “grownup” thing and I didn’t have any, which meant that I was breaking the rules if I went anywhere near red ink. Only “bad” girls break the rules, right? To this day, when I see a red pen, it feels like a forbidden object. I’m drawn to it, yes, but it feels sinful to hold it in my hand.

Back in early August, I wrote a post about my earliest money memory , which was about how the weight of the coin in my piggy bank nearly crushed me at two years old. With a little more self-psychoanalysis in the days following that post, I was able to bring more childhood money memories (including the red pen one) to the surface, and my money mess started to make even more sense. It became clear to me why my credit cards were frequently dangerously close to being maxed out. That very same week, things began to change.

My worst financial habit has always been to under charge for my services. I used to think a “fair price” was a price that didn’t cause too big of a dent in the buyers wallet. Forget about the (literal and figurative) blood, sweat, and tears that goes into my products, if I charged enough to financially burden someone, I saw myself as a “bad” person. Putting others first seemed like a more “grownup” thing to do.  OMG! WTF?

I have new definition of a “fair price” these days.  It’s the point at which I no longer feel that I’ve lost and the customer has won. I now rig the game so that it will end in a tie every time. It feels good to sell stuff now, and I’m selling more stuff than ever before.

You know what else I’ve started doing? I’ve been using a red pen for taking notes while I’m on the phone at work. I still feel like a “bad” girl when I use red ink willy-nilly, but I’m going to find a way to get beyond that too.

Oh my God! I almost published this post without getting to the thing that compelled me to sit down and go on a tangent about my bizarre association between money and ink colours! I’m back in black with Master Card! That’s right! I paid off one of my credit cards today! Go me!

Post With No Plan

I can’t do it anymore! “It” being stare at a flashing cursor on a blank screen. I want to blog, so damn it, that’s what I’m going to do! Where this will lead will be just as much of a surprise to me as it is to you.

Oh, wow! There’s a glowing ball of holy-freaking-awesome in the sky. I must Instagram this! Excuse me, I’ll be right back with the pic.

Not quite full, but certainly "super" #moon #howl

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By the way, I’m new to Instagram. I like it, but I’m kinda lonely over there. If you’re on the platform, come say hello. I’m craving more social interaction.

Speaking of social interaction, I actually had some this week—real life face to face non-work related socializing with people I like.

On Tuesday evening, I went to open mic at the local tavern with an old high school friend who has just become my neighbour. We were joined by a man I had never met before (my friend’s friend), and by woman I’ve known for ages, but we’ve never been more than acquaintances. The conversation was deep and raw. It felt like a group therapy session. “Secrets” were shared shamelessly, and were received by all without judgment. What was most remarkable is how everyone owned up to their roles in their messy pasts, and how everyone had (mostly) forgiven those who had done them wrong. I wish every conversation I’m a part of could be so honest and mature. I definitely want to hang out with that group again.

One of the people I was with that evening told a story about having a computer stolen. I won’t go into detail about what was said, but, I will say that before that conversation, the possibility that that could ever happen to me had never crossed my mind. It scared the bejesus out of me! I spent the next 4 days sweeping my digital footprint clean. I had planned to clean that stuff up “someday”, but it kept getting pushed to the back burner because it was such a monumental task. Now that it’s done, I feel like I’ve released a crap-tonne of baggage, and I have room to let bigger and better things in.

My next big digital cleanup is my work website. Again, that’s something I’ve been wanting to tackle forever, but haven’t because it’s such a monumental task. It’s about two years since I’ve updated it. I cringe when I look at it. Just a few days ago, someone asked me what I do. When I told him, he asked if I had a website. Then he asked for the URL. I wanted to crawl under a rock. This guy appears to have his shit together, and if he looks at my site, he will discover that I do not.  Hmm… perhaps I should be doing that now, instead of aimlessly “blogging” over here. Nah! Not tonight.

I can’t see the moon anymore, which makes me sad. Oh, well. I’ll see it again tomorrow. Did you know that tomorrow’s full moon is kind of a big deal as far as full moons go? I’m a sucker for all that woo woo moon manifestation stuff, so, I’ll end this aimless blogging session with a MBG article called, “High-Vibe manifestations Rituals Just In Time For Tomorrow’s Supermoon.” Enjoy!

WTF(udge)?

If you follow the work of Gretchen Rubin, you’re probably familiar with her secrets of adulthood.  Her “secret” that resinates most with me is, “what’s fun for other people may not be fun for you–and vice versa”.

A few examples of what’s fun for other people and not fun for me are, traveling, entertaining, cooking, boardgames, hiking, and watching television. I’ve accepted that I don’t enjoy those things, and I’ve dropped the belief that I’m supposed to enjoy them just because everyone else enjoys them.

Today, I realized that fudge belongs on the list of things that are fun for others, but not for me. Around here, if you mention the stuff, eyes light up. I grew up believing that I should like it, and I should eat it when it’s offered to me.

I went to the fridge earlier get an apple. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was 6 individually wrapped pieces of fudge.  I knew that it was my mother who put them there, so I asked her if she likes fudge. She said, “no”. Then I asked her why she bought it, she said, “I thought I was going to eat it.”

WTF? Why do we do eat—or in Mom’s case, buy— the stuff if we don’t like it? Crazy, eh? As of this moment, I’m done with fudge! Never again am I going to eat the stuff simply because I think I’m supposed to enjoy it.

If We Were Having Coffee Right Now…

If we were having coffee right now, I’d confess that my mug contains herbal tea. According to the box it came from, it’s “cranberry”. It does, indeed, contain cranberry, but the flavour is completely undetectable amongst the other ingredients. Perhaps the manufacturer is referring to its colour?

INGREDIENTS: hibiscus flowers, lemon grass herb, birch leaves, cinnamon bark, natural flavours, juniper berries, citric acid, rosehips, star anise fruit, licorice root, cloves, cranberries.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I skipped my morning pages. I woke up too tired to scribble words on a page. You know what that means? It means that all the junk in my noggin that normally gets transferred to the page before I get out of bed is still right where I left it. Not good, I tell ya!

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I forgot to shave the bottom half of my left leg this morning. I’m also blaming that oversight on being too tired.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I dressed like a bag lady to go to work today. Why? Because, I could not stand the thought of putting on a real bra this morning. I wore a sports bra, a tank top with a neckline that drops lower than my sports bra, sweat pants and flip-flops.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that in the last few months I’ve been coming home with new clothes almost weekly, and I’ve tossed all my ratty ones, except for the pieces I wore to work today.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I ordered an iPad mini 4. It will be here on Monday. I’m super excited! I also can’t freaking wait to kick the tablet I have now to the curb. Its battery life is somewhere in the vicinity of 5-7 minutes.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that work is going really well, which is why I can FINALLY afford to have things like clothes without holes and a tablet that works while disconnected from its power source.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d warn you that what I’m about to tell you is super weird. Are you ready? Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Here it is… I’m desperately missing a character from a dream I had yesterday morning. I tried to conjure him up again last night, but I had no luck. In the dream, he questioned me about a pattern of mine—a pattern I was completely unaware of until he brought it to light. In my waking life, that question probably would have put me on the defensive, but in my dream state, I perceived it to be more as a gift of enlightenment than as a criticism.  When I woke up, I tried to figure out if this was really “a thing” in my life. I’m inclined to believe that it is, but I’m not really sure. I need to figure this out, and strongly believe I need him to help me work through it. Where this gets super weird is that the guy from my dream is a real person. He sent me a Facebook friend request a month (or two, or three) ago.  We have a few mutual (local) Facebook friends, but I chose to “ignore” his request because I had no freaking clue who he was. Now, I’m kicking myself in the arse! Was I supposed to “accept” his request? Will our paths cross again? I really hope so.

Now it’s your turn. What would you tell me if we were having coffee right now?