Because it has been a little while since I last filled you in I thought I'd give it another shot.
I'm married now. Fucking rights, it'll be a year in six more weeks. Then again we've been in a pandemic for about as long, they say the 1st year of marriage is a "honey-moon stage" but they never said anything about having to spend every single day with your new husband! Man I want Me-time.
Of course I'm only joking. I love my husband to pieces, he's the best thing to ever happen to me. And if our wedding was planned two weeks later it likely would not have happened, so to say I've been grateful beyond measure these last 12 months is an understatement. Thank you Marsha
I wrote a poem this morning, a Haiku called With Time
I'm reading Memoirs and Misinformation by Jim Carrey and Dana Vachon and I'm not sure why it's taking me so long to finish this memoir satire because it isn't very good. Not bad, just not.. great? I like that it's whimsy but I didn't think Jim Carrey needed help being whimsical, if that makes any sense. I do love Jim Carrey, he's Canadian.
I wanted to bring up How The Grinch Stole Christmas and just today while fact-checking this post I realized it's not called "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" - huh?
I kid you not since 2000 I've watched this movie, starring Jim Carrey, AT LEAST TWO TIMES AT CHRISTMAS TIME and I didn't even know the fucking title of the fucking movie.
Which goes to show you, you're learning every GD day! And if you're not, well what's the point?
My husband is in the background opening and closing cupboards and closets while jotting on a small, square notepad I received for supporting MS Society of Canada. He's making a list of things we normally buy at Costco. I'll admit we go to Costco twice (maybe) a year, to buy things like TP, PT, batteries, and anything we know we can store for long periods of time. We don't have a big need for COSTCO - lol, which is why I've been known to say that I can't stand it.
It's only because we can't seem to go in there without dropping five hundred dollars.
But anybody and everybody loves that place.
You know, Canada has one of the highest rates of multiple sclerosis in the world.
I digress.
There's a lot to know about what we've been up to at work these days. Some might call it hustling and others hassling.
I haven't been able to keep my finger on the pulse because every time I look at the clock it's the end of the work day. There's no time for lunch; we can't even remember if we went to the bathroom. All hands on deck doesn't even begin to cover the list of things that have been put onto our plates since the summer. We can't work any harder, we must work smarter.
What do you think of when you want to make dinner?
Do you look in the fridge, or check your pantry to see what you've got?
That's normally how I start my cooking adventures. I'll gather an inventory of ingredients on-hand and then browse either my mind, my recipe book or the endless interwebs for inspiration.
Five years ago I decided to incorporate fish into my vegetarian diet. My then-boyfriend took me on holiday to Puerto Vallarta. This was the first time we travelled to a resort together for an all-inclusive style vacation. Now there's something I love. Both my husband and I love cooking so between the two of us it's relatively simple to make meals. Even though I'm pescatarian.
The taste of the fish from Mexico was something else - maybe we don't get the same experience with seafood here in the Alberta prairies because growing up I seem to remember most people saying they don't like seafood. It's probably because your parents overcooked it!
I have made eggplant as a side for dinner parties (oof that sounds like I'm talking about a ghost) and one of our friends who doesn't like eggplants asked me what it was. When I told him he just about fell over, adding, "it's delicious." Once again, learning how to take something and turn it into something else.
Speaking of vacation I so badly want to book one. Then I think again about how fucking privileged that makes me sound and I reconsider. I am lucky and I appreciate the support system I have. My Mother tried to give me $25 for the pack of Charmin I dropped off at her door earlier and I wanted to cry when she text me asking how much do I owe u? I wish I could give her a fucking vacation. But she'd never let me pay for it and I'll tell you why...
Years ago, back when my stepbrothers only just moved out on their own, the five of us kids decided to get our parents a trip to Las Vegas for Christmas. I must have been in grade nine or whatever. I had a full-time job, Mom got me working as a receptionist at a hair salon. The stylists would sometimes be so booked they didn't have time to get anything to eat during the day and often asked me to run out to pick up Starbucks, Burger King. Handing me their keys, these were the days long before SkipTheDishes and UberEats and I wish I had seen it then as a business. I can't believe I only had my Class 7. Needless to say I didn't wonder until I was much older why the same woman who neglected to pack herself lunch for work was the same woman who couldn't be bothered to ask a 15-year-old if she had a Driver's Licence.
Those were the days. They were so good I bet you forgot I was telling you about the trip to Vegas we bought for our parents who MISSED THEIR FLIGHT.
Well I never was the greatest storyteller but I'm not giving up.
Not yet.