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I kinda failed on my April Photo-A-Day challenge.
In my blogging defense it was my first and I got over halfway there but once I got so far behind I gave up the fight. Not to mention being without a schedule and often staying home for long periods of time the muse would often escape me. Now that I am part timely employed and out of the house more often the muse may come and find me and I shall photograph for your enjoyment. Both here and on my stupid Facebookery.
Source: FatMumSlim
Day One: Peace
Peace…of mind. Nothing like a little Seuss to calm and remind you that you should hug life daily.
Day Two: Skyline
Not a building in sight, isn’t that grand?!? The brown dot, kind of behind the tree, is my Sugarbaby have a little afternoon snooze. I went over to him and gave him a little hug and he was all groggy and yawned. Thousand pound pets are such cuties.
You + Me + Tortoises = Zen
Source: Oddity Central
Brendon Grimshaw isn’t going to be around forever and that’s a tortoise sized shame indeed. I secretly want to pack up the cats and my crafting supplies and show up on this island and see if I can get in to the Tortoise club. What a noble man who has so selflessly spent his life in paradise reintroducing a species that mankind crudely banished from this part of the world. This looks like zen to me, I could easily live this life.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-17857239
In saying that however I would need to kidnap many of you so you too could keep me and the Torti company. Wanna go? Do we call ahead?
Oh Marten
Someone who shall remain nameless decided it was a good idea to graze on the lawn and THEN munch on some of mom’s herbs and veggies she had just transferred to Jiffy Pots on Sunday night. Oh sure it was a good idea at the time. Surely a winner. Then of course as mommy awoke on Monday to several rather artistic and neon coloured patches of God knows what on the kitchen floor Marty did the only thing a furpants could do in such a situation…
he prayed for the return of good health to his life.
Are you there God? It’s me, Marten. I’ve made some poor diet choices and need your help.
BAD! KITTY!
Sunday Funday
Coyote came over Saturday night and we snuggled (see? I have a heart sorta) and watched Moneyball. I enjoyed it, Jonah Hill is truly excellent in everything and I had no idea Philip Seymour Hoffman was in that film. I love PSH. LOVE. I think it’s a combination of ginger and so much talent that makes me weak in the knees…nevertheless it makes more sense than my ongoing crush on Val Kilmer. And by that I don’t mean the old school Val in Top Gun…no, no. The current and rather bloated Val.
Swoon.
Misunderstood by so many.
Yesterday, without real schedule or intention we ended up at Upper Canada Mall. So full of tweens and lovely things. I tried to find the Ciate Caviar Manicure set at Sephora but it’s not available in store yet I am told. Since my Visa and I are in a trial separation (Visa has been banished to the blustery tundra of the freezer, floating magically in a little iceberg of his own) I am not buying online. I’ll just wait until they carry it in store. Or I’ll see if I can fashion a reasonable homemade facsimile with the help of the dollar store today.
But really, must. Have. Rainbow. Ball. Nails.
THEN, after a terrible and expensive meal full of sodium that looked like this…
Look at you architectural salad that was sixteen dollars yet so salty I am still dehydrated. I ate the chicken and gave up the fight. Meal saved by wonderful Boyfriendly company.
After all this I was jazzed and my blood sugar returned to normal so I sprinted to Forever21 to see what was up in the world of cheap and cheerful fashion. Little did I know that yesterday was the day only 21% off everything in the store sale. Everything happens for a reason and this is why I came to the mall.
Hooray! That basic black maxi is going to be worn to the point of nausea I can just feel it. And new-found Christinka fact…just fell in love with Tye-dye all over again.
As a side note that will not be photo-logged, because of my weight gain and now HUGE boobs I need to find a really good and supportive bra that can keep the girls in check. Although I have never been a Victoria Secret kind of gal I wandered in to their change room with a couple of options. Nothing to write home about but once I put on the ultimate push up bra I spent so much time marvelling over mine own jugs the salesgirl actually knocked to check up on me.
HOLY. CROW!!!
And then we go to Staples and the printable Avery cards and labels I need for my jewels were half price. Lovely! Thank you life for that, I enjoy saving the monies.
I didn’t buy the epic bra. I didn’t feel like spending the money. Ironically, I need to return two items to Forever21, bought something I assumed was a dress/tunic but is a jumper. I don’t do jumper, rompers and I do not get along. So I have a feeling once the returns are completed that bra is mine. This will have to wait for another day, tonight is Bingo with Janet (so excited I could barf) and the tomorrow I have to get my schedule for WORK. Cause I have a job now. Which works out well because this will allow me to buy impressive bras and shit to put on my nails.
What are you doing today kittens?
Stinakat Love
I have a fondness for searching Youtube for unlikely acoustic song covers. There is something to be said for just a guitar or piano and a great voice. I think secretly I also adore this because the lyrics of some of these songs are hilarious and when set in an acoustic environment are far more entertaining without a beat.
So one day a little while ago I found Stinakat in my journey that is online Youtubery, great voice and interesting song choices always. I listen at least once a day, she keeps me company when I vaccuum and clean horse stalls so I thought I would share it with you too. Here is my favourite of hers…
Weekending
TGIF just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’ve been home all week. But the weekend is nice to have nonetheless. Especially when it looks like this;
It helps when you have seven beautiful horses greet you with nays and brays as well.
Mikey dragged me everywhere to get at grass to graze on. It’s a thirty second walk to his paddock but because he’s 1200 pounds and I’m significantly less than that he won that battle. It was really a one sided conversation though, once I sat down in the grass and let him graze he didn’t really say much between mouthfuls.
Big afternoon planned…
Fascinator, wish bracelets, trying to keep glue out of Marty’s fur. I also need to catch up on my photo a day challenge. I have taken the pictures but they needs some editing and then posting. My little plants needs to be transplanted too in to their jiffy pots. I swear just after I posted the other day my entire tray of second seeds bloomed in to a bunch of wonderfulness. I adore growing things, I do possess some sort of nurturing qualities. It just only applies to plants and cats.
What are you doing today pumpkinfaces?
Secrets
Turns out my label reads:
Christina Curry is made of music, fashion, and apathy. With a dash of YouTube.
Source and for your own ingredient listing: Shindanmaker.com
AND my big discovery of the day…Secret Starbucks Menu?!? Wait, WHAT?!? Yes! Such things exist and from what I have heard in the grapevine my beloved Starbys is coming to Uxbridge sooner than later. Now I can grab a vat of calories mere minutes away from new work. (I start next Tuesday, so excited.) I have no idea if the baristas know about such things but next time I am there I am going to try to order one of these puppies…
Source: Buzzfeed
Caramel Coma
Coyote and I did a little Bed, Bath and Beyond on Sunday.
That man has lived without a proper laundry hamper long enough. There was much discussion about the true need of the newest acquisition but I won, the floor is no place for dirty laundry. The Knob Hill box just isn’t cutting it anymore sweetheart so man up and choose. We went to Markville Mall, they have an excellent Winners and Homesense there. Unfortunately none of the hampers there were acceptable.
After making the mall rounds we were starving so after more discussion (so tired of chain restaurants lately, bore bore bore) we went to The Pickle Barrel. Coyote went for the burger, fries and side Caesar and I went for the all day breakfast. I would have taken a picture of it but I inhaled that like it was my last supper. So much food and exactly what I felt like, the latkes are perfection as is the coleslaw. I could just order a heaping platter of those two and be a very satisfied girl.
And because we are gluttons for food punishment…
This is blatantly a want vs. need occasion. And possibly one of the best decisions of my life. I want to take this piece of Caramel crunch torte behind the middle school and get it pregnant. I don’t know if it was the whipped cheesecake-y ness of the layers or the gooey-ness of the caramel or the crunchiness of the crumbly almond crust but wow. Just. Incredible. I would have to rate this greatest piece of cake that I have eaten.
And as far as cake (and amongst other things are concerned) I’ve been around the block.
But what you should not do friends, is take half of this home and on an empty stomach at 10 p.m. eat the remainder of this cake, take two Tylenol for a migraine and drink a huge vat of iced tea because then not only is it difficult to sleep it’s very uncomfortable. Seemingly my choice of cake was my last and best decision of last Sunday.
And we got a hamper. At 9:30 thanks to Sprawlmart and we did not break up even though we had a big box store date.
Leaps and cake bounds kids!
Feline Depression Hurts Everywhere
I am going to rampage blog post today because I am a little behind in my interwebs sharing.
Snow happened just a little today and yesterday but that’s just fine because it came with rain and I really needed a car wash anyway. That and it was kinda lovely to see everyone out with their pretty umbrellas walking along the streets. Little old biddies have great umbrella taste but poor umbrella maneuvering. That was my big observation of the day.
Not. Pleased. Two very sad kitties who are used to a good five or so hour a day tour outside to hunt, otherwise maim and eventually murder little woodland creatures. To which they then consume half of and as a gift/ritual sacrifice, leave the offending uneaten half mouse/rat butt on the front stoop. Thank you for the kibbles…please accept this field mouse ass in thanks.
Presents! Disgusting presents!
Even after all these happenings, the rogue supermouse who lives in the pantry, and is the size of Jabba the Hut, happily eats through box after box of cereal untouched. Occasionally one of the meowies will set up surveillance on the little guy but mostly otherwise that vermin struts around untethered, like he owns the place.
BIG MEOWIE SIGHS.
Sunny Thursday-Ness
After painting my nails, spouting gratitude via blog posts and applying make-up I headed to my appointment on Thursday. It went well and I should hear back this week regarding more info about the opportunity. I love that’s it’s a total opposite of what I have willingly subjected myself to for years previous.
I so done with cubicle. Cubicle no more.
And on our small victory scale (literally) today…I am down one pound! Look at me not grazing all day and filling voids aka eating mine own emotions. Toxicity sometimes knows no bounds. face is also doing better, I think I may have to have a Burt’s Bees break and try something else for a bit. I read somewhere hormones can morph and change every couple of years and I am wondering if this is the case. A trip to Lush is in order, wouldn’t be the first time such establishment has saved my skins.
So I celebration of my face becoming somewhat less of a public embarassment I took several stupid pictures of myself. Like the above, a little Blythe-esque no?
Again, it’s a portrait of me…Iphoneington helped a bunch with this.
Got to check out Romni Goodwood again too. Amazing! They currently have tons of wonderful and unique mud textiles in from Africa as well as weaved baskets that will make you outwardly swoon. Marilyn is awesome!
I could get used to this life…charmmy.