My Very Fist Pumpkin Carving

31 October 2013

What better day to showcase my very first pumpkin carving then today, on Halloween.  

A couple of nights ago I figured it was time to take all of those pumpkins I had sitting on our front step, which if you remember from here was quite a few, and finally put my pumpkin carving skills to the test.  

I called Todd at work earlier that day and asked him to pick out a stencil for us for later that night. I ended up finding a "welcome" one online, which I immediately printed off when I realized that it was probably the simplest one I was going to find. Todd, on the other hand, came home with the most detailed thing I have ever seen in my life, and I'm not kidding.  As soon as it landed on the counter, I burst out laughing. This was just another example to show how different our mind sets can be sometimes, and what each of us brings to this relationship. I can be more of 'the play it safe' type of girl, while Todd is without a doubt, a risk taker. And yes, I realize I just analyzed our relationship based on how we each picked out our stencils.

I'm pretty good at knowing my strengths, and I was pretty confident that carving a pumpkin wasn't going to be one of them.  So, after convincing Todd that we needed to start small, we finally agreed that we would start with mine and then assess the situation at the end (you know, because the 'play it safe' girl has to analyze everything).

I seriously had no idea just how much work was involved. Boy, this thing takes time, and lots of it! And don't even get me started on how particular you have to be with the actual carving part.  I'm pretty sure that if Todd didn't do the majority some of the work, I probably wouldn't have this to show right about now. 

Needless to say we didn't make our way to the second stencil Todd had picked out, and I'm so glad we didn't because we would have ended up having to take the next day off work just to finish it. 

So, I can now officially say I've carved my first pumpkin, and while it was fun, I think it's out of my system until next year.  And who knows, maybe next year we will defeat Todd's masterpiece.

And over the last couple of days, it's been on the radio and all over facebook that there is a shortage of pumpkins in this city, so we sent out a message earlier saying that we have extra pumpkins if anyone needs one, or two.  Okay, three.  I'll know better for next year...
Happy Halloween!
My nephew, Nathan.
My sister sent me this picture last year, and I remember automatically sobbing when she told me that he kept giving away his own candy out of his bag when he went to each house trick-or-treating.

Someday I Will...

30 October 2013

When someone like Taylor (I don't know why I just said someone like Taylor, because it actually is Taylor and not her fake self that she talked about here) hosts a first time (I think) link-up, you could bet that I would be joining. I mean, I don't want to be the only kid not going to this party she's hosting because you know it's going to be a good one.  And thankfully there were no invitations, because I would hate to be stuck home on a Friday night and then have to hear about this party at school on Monday  So yeah, back to the link up. Of course I wanted to join. It also had nothing, and I mean nothing, to do with a little thing called bloggers block. I'm a little glad you can't see my facial expression right now.  So here we go.....

Someday I will learn to spread out watching an entire TV series over (at least) a week, instead of plowing through it in a day or two and then get so disappointed because it's all over and I have nothing else to watch, like I normally do. 
Someday I will realize that there are other food groups besides chips.

Someday I will feel confident in a bikini (or at least medicate myself enough to feel confident in one).
Someday I will save enough money to surprise my parents with a trip or do something really special for them.
Someday I will realize that when I get home from work, it's okay if I stay in my work clothes. And if I do want to change into something more comfortable, someday I will realize it doesn't always have to be pajamas.
Someday I will travel to Italy and eat nothing but pizza and gelatos.
Someday I will stop playing the petrifying game of 'lets see how long I can drive around on my gas light before I break down'.
Someday I will stop procrastinating. And luckily this starts off with someday and not today...phew!!!
Someday I will learn how to spell procrastinating, and not have to use google as my spell check.
Someday I will train Charley to do really amazing things like to not eat the treat that's placed on her nose until I give her a command. Or, you know, even train her to not jump up on counters, not pull her momma when we walk together, or at the very least to "stay" so I can get some decent pictures.  Dream big Renee, dream big.

Someday I will actually hear my alarm clock go off (at least after a half hour), so that way if the smoke detector ever happens to go off, I will hopefully have a small chance to escape before I burn in my bed (which is what would definitely happen now).
Someday I will teach everyone that the toilet paper roll goes on this way, and someday I will convince Todd that if it's all gone, it means another one has to go back.

Someday I will print off all of my pictures to put them in photo albums, and then someday I will get a piece built on to my house so I have a place to store them all.
Someday I will be brave enough to chop off my hair.  Shoulder length that is. I want to be brave, not crazy.

Someday I will have a shoe closet like Carrie Bradshaw, but for now I'm happy to imitate her the best I can.

But more importantly......

Someday I will actually figure out what my dreams are.

Someday I will follow those dreams and not stop until I reach them.

Someday I will find my place in this world and know, without a doubt, who I am.

And someday I will realize that I should not wait for some day, but start doing all of this today.
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Some Pretty And Not So Pretty Sights

28 October 2013

Okay, the weekend recap. Where shall I start?

I guess I'll bring you back to five o'clock on Friday.  It was my co-workers last day of work, so the plan of meeting downtown for some drinks had been in the works for a couple of days.  Todd wasn't home Friday night and since he would normally be my driver, I knew I was going to have to drive and not partake in the drink part because I really didn't want to spend over twenty dollars in cabs each way by myself just to go out for an hour or two (it couldn't be a late night because I had to get up early the next morning). I had a super busy day on Friday so all of that, mixed in with being pretty tired from all week, didn't exactly put me in the mood to go out. When I left work Friday evening and the freezing cold air struck me, from the minute I stepped foot in my house I never wanted to leave again.  All I wanted to do was put on my pajamas, get some junk food, and have a super relaxing night by myself. It was so bad that I actually mustered up a story to send to my co-workers as to why I wasn't going to be joining them later. I lazed about and lazed about, and delayed sending that text as long as I could.

Then I remembered a little pact I made with myself.  You see, a while ago I promised myself that I was going to make more of an effort to go out and do things when people asked me. So often I can get lazy in a rut, and let the laziness rut take over, but I always hate it when I happen to give in. I mean, I'm sure we all like having our relaxing nights, but if there's something fun or special or important that I could be doing, well then I want to be doing it. I try to remember that my couch will be waiting for me any other day of the week, and that no matter how tired I am before I go out, I always perk up once I'm out.

So, I automatically jumped up and snapped out of my laziness rut, and went out.  Although I drove around for about twenty minutes trying to find a place to park, and then walked another ten minutes in the freezing cold to meet everyone at the bar, I had a great time and I was soooo glad that I made myself power through and not send that text message.  And even though I didn't take any pictures from Friday night as my proof, I will show you this one I snapped right before I left my house, you know, to help my case. And you can trust that if I'm wearing lipstick and a necklace on a Friday night, I was definitely going out. You would not want to see what I would look like if I wasn't.
You may have seen this same shirt AND necklace from this night.
Remember, it was a last minute decision!
How do you fashion bloggers not recycle shirts?  And can I please have your wardrobe so I don't have to either?
Saturday morning I got up bright and early to drive out home to my parents house (which I still and probably always will call home). As much as I love road tripping it with great company, sometimes I enjoy having that time to myself.  I can crank the music and just let the gazillion thoughts that are rummaging through my head come to life.  I drive these roads a lot (at least every month or two), but for some strange reason, this time I couldn't help but appreciate what a beautiful drive it actually is.  I'm not sure if it was because the trees were a million different colours, or if it was because the ocean was so calm, or if it was the sappy music that I was listening to, but I had one of those over the top happy moments, and before I knew it, I was smiling in the car by myself for no particular reason at all.  It was right then and there that I pulled over to take this picture.

Later that evening, myself, Todd and my mom made our way into our cabin and as soon as we got settled away, we decided to take Charley for a nice long walk.  Nothing makes this momma happier then seeing her girl run free, and Todd knew for the perfect spot to take us, just as the sun was going down.

Although the view was pretty amazing, the walk to get in wasn't the greatest, and we ended up having to tramp through more bog, bushes, and mud puddles.

This doesn't even come close to show how bad the trail actually was. 
But no worries, we had no problem handling a little adventure.  What we couldn't handle was what Charley decided to do on the walk back, and that was to roll in crap, not once but twice, and cover herself from head to....paw. Every time she would run next to us, the smell that was coming off of her was unbearable. We all spent the next twenty minutes coming up with ideas as to how we were going to clean her off back at the cabin with no running water or towels. And if there was ever a record for the amount of curse words that one person could utter in such a short amount of time, Todd would have been the title holder, hands down.  After washing her twice in the cabin (using the only thing that we could find; dish detergent) and having no luck, we finally had to leave and drive fifteen minutes to bring her to Todd's parents house so we could properly clean her in their bathtub.  Let's just say we were not entirely impressed.

And that pretty much summed up my weekend, so I guess I'll leave on that disgusting note. I'm sat here now trying to come up with a punishment for Charley, and I've decided that tomorrow morning before I leave for work, instead of her usual five treats, she'll now only be getting one.  That should definitely teach her!!!

Hope everyone else had a non-gross weekend!

And of course I'm linking up with Sami.
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Best Tweet Ever/ Five on Friday

25 October 2013

Happy Friday, lovelies!  I hope this week has been extra good to you all.  Despite ranting here a couple of days ago about how it seemed that everyone was in such a piss poor mood, I managed to get over it all and have a great week. Even though I don't know if I will ever move on from getting the finger.  But now I'm even happier because we've landed on my favourite day of the week. 

I'm feeling a little tired this morning, and even after upgrading from my normal medium coffee to a large one, I'm still waiting any minute now for someone to catch me sleeping at my desk.  It's times like this that I really wish I was allowed to shut my office door.  I just realized that's probably why that rule was put into place.

I ended up going out last night and had a blast.  I bet you're all picturing me dancing and drinking and partying until the wee hours of the morning, then strolling home just long enough to change my clothes so no one at work could prove that I went out.  But that would be totally wrong. I'm closer to thirty now people, I'm not a trooper like I used to be.  I can barely do that now on a weekend, let alone on a school night.  

And that brings me to my five favourite things from this week. 

So, my "wild" night consisted of going to Yuk Yuk's, a comedy club here in the city. When you're normally in bed by 9:30 or 10:00 each night, losing those two extra hours of sleep certainly makes a difference.  I'm ridiculous, I know. 

Have you ever heard of the Canadian TV show, Cash Cab?  Actually, I think it may be a world wide show with just a different host for each country. Anywho, it's a game show where a taxi cab picks up people who think they're just in a regular taxi, only to discover that they can win money by answering trivia questions correctly until they get to their final destination.  Well myself and Todd have been fans of that show for a couple of years, even though after every episode I always get reminded that I'm not "everyday" smart and Todd's head gets bigger as he keeps referring to himself as a genius. The point of all of that, though, was that the host of the show, Adam Growe, came to Yuk Yuk's last night and mixed in some trivia questions with a comedy act, and I seriously have never laughed so hard in all of my entire laugh.  In fact, I woke up this morning wondering why my face was so tender, only to realize it was from the cheek workout I had last night.  Such a great night!
I haven't been much of a TV watcher in the last year or two (mostly because I don't have any particular shows that I'm into, although I've heard that Breaking Bad should be my newest addiction), but whatever happened this week, I had no desire to do anything else but be glued to the TV.  I finished watching the fourth season of the vampire diaries (hashtag don't judge, hashtag guilty pleasure, hashtag best season yet) and the movie the Heat, which was super funny.

The ever so sweet Jenn nominated me for a Liebster award and, if I'm being honest, it definitely made me blush a lot a little. 

I mentioned during my rant how I believe that a small gesture can instantly brighten someones day, and here's just another reason to confirm how true that is.

After I received this text from my friend, I was flying high for the rest of the week.

And just as I was sitting here, wracking my brain to come up with numero five, this happened.

HE LOVES MY NEW BOOTS!!  THE CASH CAB HOST LOVES MY NEW BOTS!!! I can't stop smiling and laughing right now (here comes another cheek workout), because he obviously happened to see this little space of mine in order to know I have new boots. That seriously just made my day, and probably all of next week too.  And now I'm changing the original title of this post, A Well Needed Pick Me Up, to Best Tweet Ever.

Happy Friday!

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Happy Feet Can Only Mean New Boots

24 October 2013

One of my favourite things about fall is buying new boots (who's with me on that?), but what's even better is that I feel like I can actually justify buying them.  I mean, no one would ever want my feet to get cold, right?  That's been my story and I'm sticking to it.
Thankfully this time I didn't have to try and convince Todd with all of the reasons why I needed to buy a new pair because my friend gave me a gift card to Aldo for my birthday (um, love her) so I only had to put a little bit extra of my own money towards this new purchase.  I was searching for about a month but nothing really stood out to me, and when the prices are a little bit on the higher side (for my budget anyway), I wanted to make sure that I loved what it is that I was buying and not just settling because it was technically a gift.

But then one night as I walked into the store, I saw these in the corner of my eyes and it was love at first sight. 

Aldo Keana Boots
They didn't have my size in the store (which was a lot smaller than normal) so I had to wait a few days for them to get shipped in, but on Monday our long distance relationship finally ended and we haven't left each others side since.  
The colour is perfect and I especially love the decorative straps around the ankle.  And the heel makes these the most comfortable things my feet has ever stepped into, which makes them oh so happy. And I also can't forget to say that my feet haven't been cold in them either.  You hear that, Todd?  

Do you remember when I talked here about how it seemed that there was actually a possibility that I might be getting the hang of using my DSLR camera after three years?  Well, taking these pictures quickly put that theory to rest.

If you compare the picture above to this one below you really have no idea what colour these boots actually are. I don't think that happens when you're a pro!

Not happy hair!  Woah!
What boots are you loving this fall?  I'd love to know!  

Oh, and don't forget to give me some reasons to help me justify why I need them.  Help a girl out, please!
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Who Peed In Everyone's Cereal This Week?

23 October 2013

Have you ever had one of those days or weeks where it seems that anyone and everyone you cross paths with is in such a terrible mood?  Well, I happen to be experiencing that this week and I honestly can't figure out if it's just a big ole coincidence, or if someone out there in the city has actually peed in everyone's morning cereal?  I'm starting to think that it has to be the second one, because since I've been in (or was in) a pretty good mood, it has to come down to the fact that I don't eat cereal for breakfast.

In all seriousness, though, I've had strangers slam doors in my face and I've had others who don't even batter an eye lash, let alone utter so much as a thank you, while I patiently stand at the entrance for thirty seconds holding the door open for them.

The majority of my co-workers have put their heads down as they pass me in the hallway or the lunch room making me feel like I'm imaginary, and even the ones I'm close with just seem really "off".  Drivers seem more irritable and impatient than normal, and a little thing known as customer service seems to have completely disappeared.
Even my morning coffee routine has been less than enjoyable.  I mean, when I get my coffee I don't expect any chit chat, but I do expect a "hello", or at the very least, the basic "that will be $1.70". But, when they just stand there, staring at me with such a crooked face waiting for me to pay and then slide my coffee across the counter without saying anything, well that just makes me want to hand my coffee back over and tell them that they obviously need it more than me. 

I try not to let little things like that bring me down, but sometimes I find I can't help it.  Like did I really deserve getting the finger yesterday afternoon as you flew past me because I didn't see the light turn green right away?

How many times have you started your day off feeling pretty great, when all of a sudden it started to go downhill after interacting with someone who was in a bad mood?

You know, I truly believe that our moods are contagious. I believe that you can lift someone up just as quickly as you can bring them down. I believe that a small gesture can instantly brighten someones day, while an act of rudeness can quickly morph others into a state of unhappiness. We all have the ability to change someones mood, and when I actually stop and think about that, it's both pretty amazing and pretty powerful.  We all have a choice, and it's completely and entirely up to us. 

Now, I don't want to give anyone a false impression around here because I don't always prance around with a smile on my face, and believe me when I say that sometimes I would rather smack someone than actually be nice to them. But I always, always, always try to be pleasant and courteous to others and have consideration for them, regardless of the kind of day or week it is that I'm having.  In fact, I've never really understood because I've always felt like it actually requires more effort to be rude to someone than to actually be nice to them.
So, with that said, if there's anything you take away from all of this today, it's that it never hurts anyone to smile a little more and it's probably best to stay away from eating cereal for a few days.  Okay? 
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Recipe// Creamy Apple Dip

22 October 2013

You know, there's just some things in this world that I will not do and eating an apple without this dip has recently become of one those things.  I know it sounds funny, but I swear it's true.  If I don't have the ingredients to make this dip then I don't look twice at those apples that are staring at me when I open the fridge door.

I found this recipe on Pinterest a few months ago and it is ahhhh-mazing.  It's healthy, it tastes almost dessert-like, and it literally takes two seconds to whip up.  What's not to love about that?  And believe me on the two seconds to whip up part.  I'm sure many of you know by now that if I'm actually sharing a recipe, the difficulty level is not too far off from boiling water.
Here's what you'll need:
-Peanut Butter
-Plain Greek Vanilla Yogurt
-Optional: Protein Powder

ONE// Mix 4 tbsp of plain greek vanilla yogurt and 2 tbsp of peanut butter. I prefer the chunky peanut butter in this recipe, but both are really good.

TWO// Add in 1 tsp of cinnamon

THREE// Add 1 scoop of protein powder (again, it's optional).

FOUR//  Depending on how sweet you want the dip, add 1- 2 tsp of honey (I usually add 1). 

FIVE// Slice your apples

And that's it, easy as that.  See, I told you it was pretty simple.
This recipe makes enough to have with a couple of apples.  So, luckily for me, I have some with me at work today, because you could be sure that if I didn't, my apple wouldn't dare venture out of my lunch bag.
Linking up with Ashley and Jessica
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I Have My Pumpkin, Now What?

21 October 2013

No, not that tiny thing. 

Well that's a lie, I did take this little guy home with me because he was just too cute not to, but I also got a few others that were much bigger because the word on the street is that I have to do something with these pumpkins now.  You see, a little while ago I mentioned that I had never carved a pumpkin before, and I'm pretty sure I shocked a few people and made their faces go all funny when they found that out. It's true, though, I'm guilty! 

But I've now had some time to look back and re-evaluate what I've been doing with my life in all of the Octobers that have passed, and I've come to the conclusion that I must have been missing out on something pretty important.

So, because my life has not been complete yet, I made it a mission this year to put carving a pumpkin on my fall to-do list. Luckily me and Todd had a free day together last weekend, where the the weather was actually decent, so we took advantage and made our way to Lester's Farm to find me some pumpkins.

It was the perfect fall day so I made Todd participate in a little photo shoot.  And I have to say that I was pretty impressed with how these pictures turned out (which is why you're seeing a gazillion of them posted here).  Maybe after three years with a DSLR camera, I'm finally getting one step closer to knowing how to actually work it. Possible, but not likely.

"Go big or go home" was my motto when I was picking out these pumpkins, so I ended up getting four large ones and two teeny tiny ones.  I mean, I figured it couldn't hurt to have a few extra as "back ups" just in case if the task of carving them is as difficult as it seems.

As you can see, I am now officially one step closer to scratching this task off my list. 
Stay tuned for the next part; the result of what it is that I'm actually supposed to do with these.

And please, wish me luck!

This may be my first and last time ever doing this.


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