Slapping Cars on my Bike to Work

Boy it is pretty fun bking to work. I get all suited up in my gear and head out like I am on a mission.

Today I actually ran into a nice black volvo's car mirror. It was just a little tap, but the women started to honk at me and I stopped and backed up and was thinking "Jeeze, it's no big deal Lady" but I had to go access the damage of course, which I knew there was none of. She was like all rude and uppity and yelled "Why did you slap my car" and I was like "I didnt mean to, I am really sorry" and she immediately was like "OH - No Problem".

See, she thought that I was hitting her car giving her crap about something. It's so funny how defensive people are, and then when they realize that the other person is nice... their aggresion just melts away.

I must include myself in that statement :)

Co-op Pimping

After spending the last few days applying for co-op housing, I feel like I have been trying to pimp out Jon and I. Not only as super members of society, but co-operative keeners. Here is some of the words I have used to describe us and why we want to move into a co-op:

Jon and I are recently married and are excited in the possibility of raising a family in a community atmosphere. We are a friendly responsible couple in our mid thirties, with blooming careers and are in a happy loving relationship. We cannot afford to buy a home in Victoria and would rather raise a child in a cooperative community than in a regular apartment building or townhouse complex.  

Now you might think that this is a bit much, but with anywhere from 3 month to 3 year waiting lists we HAVE to be proactive and keen (super keen). And let's be honest, we all know I am somewhat of a keener.  And I wouldn't hesitate to say that Jon is too, but in a more laid back way (hmmm, can you be a keener and be laid back?) anyways...

I remember trying to get a job with Summit (a tree planting company) in my first year of planting. I called the supervisor of this company and left a long message on his machine (I think more than one actually) saying that we were "pounders"(planted a lot of trees) and  "in it for the long haul" (meaning we would stick around for the whole summer plant) and then lastly I referred to us as “super solid”. I think the repetition of "super solid" is what did it in fact, because both Julie and I were hired ...and then teased for a while after that. So, this is not really my first act of pimping myself (and others) out.  Nothing wrong with being the “super solid girls” during the course of the contract, hell we got the job some good laughs out of it. Also, I like to believe we remained that way, Julie and I. Here is a picture of us now... 12 years later, the day before my wedding and still "super solid" friends. I love you Julie and would pimp you out anytime!

Now, back to pimping out my husband and I...

Monday Monday la la la la la la…

Well, its Monday – but my work day is almost done and I get to go home to Jonny Ruff – Yippee.

I love when Jon is working from home, even though he is so tired when he gets home and only usually makes it until about 8:45pm where you will find him sleeping in my lap as I finish up the show or movie that we are watching. It is still a pleasure to have him at home, for dinner and just for laughs. He is funny. I like to think we are funny together and I think we are actually. Or at least my sister Cyn thinks we are funny. And I have to trust that she is really laughing because it’s funny, not just cause I am telling some silly story.

Actually thinking about it I think why Cyn likes the stories so much is because the are stories are about Jon purposely trying to annoy me. Like following me around when I am trying to rush at getting ready or touching me on my arms with random things (like raw meat EW) stuff like that. Mostly crowding me and trying to get in my way when I am busy is what he likes to do to piss me off or more accuratly to get a laugh. It is like what our dog Bibit used to do walk into of you when you were trying to move forward.

Just this weekend we were getting ready to go to a wedding, and I didn’t have much time to get myself ready and Jon hadn’t thought of ironing his clothes himself. So as I was busy yelling at him that I am not his mother (no offense Karen), he was yelling back at me that I was his Wife (his new favourite thing to say). And I repeated myself, but I am not your Mother Jon, and he repeated himself, but you are my Wife! Anyway, it cracked me up and then I did help him/teach him how to do some ironing. But the truth of the matter is the poor thing has never ironed, so not only was he doing a horrible job (don’t say I said that), but at one point he actually just put the iron face down on the ironing board to rest it...like really! what was he thinkingas he was fixing his jacket. Oh Jon. You are good at so many things, but ironing is not your strong suit (don’t mind the pun)J.

So its the funny times at home when we are tired and silly and just trying to get a laugh. The truth is I think we are trying to soak these types of evenings up as much as we can, they are not always going to be so funny...or who knows, maybe they will be?!?!?!

Sharing

That is it really, that was the point of this blog for me from the beginning and sometimes it is weird because I want to write about stuff but I forget the boundaries. Like who am I really sharing with? The fact of the matter is I am trying to share with myself, so that I can go back one day and read a little about what I was thinking and feeling, etc. Yes, it is true, a blog is more public. So therefore I guess more filtered in what I might say compared to a diary and maybe more critical of how I write. But this is OK I think. Day to day there are interesting things that happen in my life that I do not have to be so private or sensitive that I cannot share them with the world. And who is the world really? A couple of friends, some family members, big deal.

So today I am on day  5 of the Wild Rose Cleanse. Boy do I love it. It is so freaking awesome. I reminds me that I have control, that I am clean and fresh and good and not saturated with foods that make me feel sick. Because this is the truth. I am lactose and sensitive to Gluten and just not do well without a lot of fruit, veggies and nuts and seeds in my diet. This is just the way I am. And when I forget it – and start deciding that bran muffins are good for me (even though they are good for some people) and think that a sandwich and cheese is a great idea (which again is for some people) I get sick.

My lightness and good feelings melt away and I feel sluggish and physically sick and mentally defeated. And of course the worst it gets, if I have ice cream and cake or fried food, the worst I feel (I will say though in VERY small quantities I can be OK). I cannot sleep right, I get cramps and literally feel like I need to vomit (sorry for the detail). And then if I do it over and over again I get frusterated at myself for not seeing the problem, or ignoring the problem and become defeated.

Today and most days I feel awesome. I exercise daily and usually do not eat that stuff. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have my chocolate and a drink once in a while J.

I wanted to write about this though, to remind myself about how much better I feel (and have felt in the last few years) eliminating the foods that make me feel sick and stick to the foods that make me feel awesome.  Remember Sacha (and those reading)…It’s all about how you “feel”. Feeling good and being healthy makes me want to experience life in a more positive attitude.

The truth is (for me anyways) without your health things are quite challenging. And we do not realize that until we lose it, and I have lost my health in the past and it was a very scary experience.

The first time I couldn’t walk because my legs were so sore. I couldn’t run for weeks and it felt like torture to imagine that I wouldn’t be able to run again. This episode came on because I had an infection that my body couldn’t tell me about. It was a bladder infection and I felt no signs or symptoms. Finally when it went to my kidneys I got really sick. This was the second time I felt the wrath of not being healthy.  And it was horrible. I was hospitalized in the end, admitted in a completely in a septic state. 5days in the hospital with a horrible Kidney infection. No fun.

So I try to take care of myself and remember how it is when unhealthiness exists in the body and how tough it makes things for you. When my body is happy and healthy I make better decisions and I feel good. Why wouldn’t I want that all the time?

 PS I didn’t really know where this blog post was going at first, but I am happy that I was able to share old and new moments of my life.

Shit Day

Today is a shit day (excuse my language). My stupid outlook is down so I have to use webmail and my computer still will not create shortcuts which annoying the bejesus out of me and doesn't make sense. That is the problem with this outlook issue. It doesnt make sense! Sometimes I literally feel crazy when things like this happen.

Tonight is book club night and I can hardly wait to have a big glass of red wine and try to relax and try to let these stupid little things not get to me.... although, they sure did today. 

Listen to me. I am just mad cause I have been snacking on cheese and crackers today and my stomach is killing me because of it. Tummy is in dissary, my computer sucks, and my work is not easy today.

You know what - I need to go on a nice long walk...that is my plan. Get me the hell out of this office I say!

I'm Your Man

The most memorable night of my life (yes, my wedding night), I was having Greek food and loving the atmosphere under a outdoor cozy big white tent, with lanterns hanging from the ceiling and candles and flowers and colours making it glow wonderfully. There was a petter-patter of rain lightly hitting the roof and a 3 story chocolate cake on a table in the corner with flowers decroarted like they were crawling up it on a vine.

Looking across the table at my and Jon’s parents, feeling me sister (my rock) and best friend beside me I felt so glad to be near them on this night. And then of course on my left sat Jon, and everytime I glanced at him I felt alive and mistified with joy. And there was a game where you couldn’t just clang the glass to watch us kiss, but you had to sing a song with the word "love" in it. And I thought that was cool, watching our families try their best to think of songs and visit with one another and all the rest.

And as dinner went on, and the plates were cleared I decided it was time to give Jon and I’s thank you speech. And when it came to an end, Jon asked me if I was finished and I said yes and he said then it was his turn and he got out a piece of paper. He held the piece of paper, and turned towards me, a little shaky he started singing the song “I’m your man” by Leonard Cohen. As he continued  his deep voice got stronger and the look in his eyes were true. He sang the entire lyrics to me infront of everyone, but it was like there was no one except us. He sang it with such heartfelt that I stood there with tears of joy and love in my eyes and felt so touched.

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been runnin' through, these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by beggin' on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only wanna walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love

I got Married!

I feel older, wiser and more confident than I have ever felt before. Not only in myself, but in my path of life. Alongside my husband I will be. It was a perfect day, would have been better if there were more hours in the day. We laughed, we cried, we canoed down a river, had the ceremony under an arbor with flowers all around and it was gorgeous. It was so beautiful, I was beautiful, and everyone around me too. there were horses and gardens and a caring loving new family I was entering that gave it a glow of warmth that I am so thankful for.

We had some rain, some clouds and then this incredible rainbow…There was good luck all around and singing and dancing under a black light even. There were shots of Yager and G&T’s, a bonfire and a sauna and swimming in the river and hanging out on the dock in the dark completed the night. Pulled beef buns, and chocolate cake and some of the best homemade Greek food I have ever tasted and all the ingredients were fresh from the garden. I watched them pull the cucumbers myself the night before.

There were little touches of love and inspiration in moments of time, in flower arrangements, in napkin ring holders and poems. I will add the words to my most favourite poem in the world now. The one my grandfather wrote for Jon and I a week before the big day.

With my family by my side and my best friend smiling me on, I was the true "me" throughout the day and night.

I couldn’t have hoped for a better man to love and commit myself to, on a more perfect day to declare it to one another.