Monthly Archives: May 2011
Lookie what I got!!
I am officially a part of the 21st Century now. My first ever smartphone! I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without. But I’m not the kind of person who splurges on such nice things for myself (ie, I’m cheap). But my old LG Xenon phone is a worthless piece of junk that breaks just by looking at it.
So when the government gave me a handsome tax return yesterday, I immediately went out and bought an iPhone 4! Now I can be a little more present on Twitter and get to e-mails faster. Among many, many other things.
So now I want to ask all my iPhone readers out there – what are good apps? What’s your favourite thing about your iPhone? I’ve already downloaded Runkeeper thanks to Lauren and I can’t wait to use it!
And no, this is not an open invitation to bash on how crappy you think iPhones are. I know people feel very passionately about smartphone brands. My personal choice probably shouldn’t affect you so deeply :P
Be back tomorrow with a gazilion recipes!
Ohbaby. I’ve been waiting for you.
After two weeks of straight cold, wind, rain, and grey skies, the heavens opened up and gave us warmth and sunshine.
You know what that means.
Dad fired up the grill!
You know how there are some items your parents make that no matter what will always taste best to you? I mean sure, I bet there is some fabulous spaghetti in Italy. But in my mind, it will never live up to my mom’s spaghetti that my tastebuds are accustomed to.
Well, no burger will ever live up to my dad’s.
My dad kept teasing me for taking photos of this burger he deemed “nothing special.”
“Wait until I make something fancier!” he said.
But this is all I need. Lean ground beef, with a little all-purpose seasoning and bbq sauce, thrown on the grill, and topped with a ridiculous amount of yellow mustard and relish.
On a toasted white sesame seed bun. It’s all about a thick patty for me. It’s gotta be thick, juicy, and the same exact size as the bun.
My dad also showed me how to use the barbecue. I’ve never had one before. It’s all very exciting! I hope I don’t blow myself up.
Another sign that summer is on the way?
But more on that later. I’ve got a weekend to conquer!
Just when I start to miss Toronto…
…The universe gives me this. That would be my backyard. One of the many things I listed as loving about being back home. Sunsets and trees were also included. Looking out my back window and seeing this almost every night fills my heart and soul full.
It’s funny, just the other day I was driving through the outskirts of the city and was absolutely taken aback by the stunningly green rolling hills. Even though I was in Toronto for a little less than a year, I’m still not used to seeing nature yet. Or wide open spaces. Or looking people in the eye, for that matter.
I think living in the city keyed me up. I used to be a very relaxed person, but something about Toronto made me want to be on the move all the time. I would find myself running around morning till night. I had to have plans for every minute. If I didn’t, I would hop on a streetcar and find my own adventure somewhere in that dizzying city.
One of the main reasons why I wanted to come home was for the quality of life. Getting to sit in a big grassy backyard. Going to a cottage not just on weekends, but on weeknights because it’s only 20 minutes away. Plus, people out east are nice. Like, real nice. I like that.
The biggest reason however was definitely the pace of life here. I was tiring myself out running around Toronto. I wanted to come home and chill.
Oddly enough, that’s easier said than done!
Adjusting to the slower pace of life in the Maritimes has turned into a bit of a challenge. I find myself stressing over packing my days with activities, then feeling like a failure when I come up empty handed.
But it’s okay to relax. To take it slow. To do the things I never had the time to do before. I knit a scarf a couple weeks ago. How bout that!
I forgot to mention a crucial piece of information in my last post about driving.
The very best, no bestest, thing about being home is my commute.
In Toronto, it took a bus, two subways, and a 15 minute walk to get to work. I would often have to leave for work 90 minutes before I had to be there. Some days I spent four hours sitting and wasting my precious time on public transportation. I lived and worked within the city too. It just took so damn long to get anywhere. It killed me. A slow and painful death.
My new commute? 10 minutes. If even. I wake up at 7am and I’m sitting at my desk by 8am. I lovelovelovelovelovelovelove it. I have so much extra time in my day to do things!
I guess that’s also why I feel the need to fill up so much of my time.
Maybe I should start working on knitting that afghan…