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On July 2 we celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. I find it hard to believe that we’ve been married for this many years. We’ve been in each other’s lives for 13 years. Thirteen! (My lucky number!)

We’re lucky because our wedding anniversary always falls on a holiday since Canada Day is the 1st. This year the Monday off was our anniversary and we spent the entire long weekend doing fun things and then spent the day out in the Old Port of Montreal as we normally do.

This year, rather that eat at Pub St. Paul as per the norm, we mixed it up and went to The Keg in Old Montreal where I was delighted to discover they had a lobster fest going on. Mmmm. Lobster. We had gotten Keg gift certificates at Christmas and originally were going to use them for my birthday in January but we ended up not going (weather, I think) so lucky us! We even splurged and bought a bottle of wine, too!

We decided to go see the Star Wars Identities exhibit at the Montreal Science Centre before going to dinner. I bought our tickets online (even though they charge $3 each in processing fees for ONLINE tickets. Geez.) and I would highly suggest if you want to go over the summer to buy your tickets online because the days sell out FAST. So we drove to the Old Port under ominous cloud coverage and of course as soon as we stepped out of the car it started to rain. Thanks, nature.

We skeedaddled from the parking lot towards the Science Centre and managed to get out from under the rain clouds. Halfway between the car and the Centre we ran into this:

If you’re not from Montreal you might not realize how awesome it is to find a truck that sells Monsieur Felix and Mr. Norton cookies. You might not realize how DELICIOUS these cookies are. Seriously. If you look really close you can see the little TV in the truck is playing videos of Cookie Monster. Awesome! We got 6 cookies and each scarfed three as we hoofed it to the Centre. We had to be there 15 minutes before our slotted time and we were cutting it close. But… COOKIES! And I was starving.

As for the Star Wars exhibit… I’d suggest you go when there are no crowds. It wasn’t that bad on July 2 towards the end of the day, but you get awfully bottle-necked even though they only let in groups of 15-20 every 15 minutes. There are 10 interactive stations where you get to create your own character and though some stations have really quick flow, others have people lined up and trying to cut in line so it doesn’t flow as well. We got stuck at two stations pretty bad, but you didn’t want to skip them because you wanted to create your character! And there was supposedly a place where you could put in your email at the end and have your character information sent to you. We didn’t see this at all, so all the extra questions we answered about personality, etc seemed sort of moot. I did take photos of our characters though!

If you squint really hard you can see tiny characters of each of us in the background of each photo. It shows the character yours is friends with. So Shawn’s in the back of mine (Wookie) and I’min the back of his. I didn’t even notice that until my friend Elise told me we should be in the photo. heh We’re both bounty hunters! Wookies look silly with bounty hunter armour.

Then we went to dinner, ate a lot, drank some wine (I know! Me! I’m getting to be quite the lush this summer!) I even went out and actually BOUGHT the wine I liked from The Keg. It’s a rosé. I am sure you were all dying to know that.

We both had Tuesday off for various reasons so it was nice to go out, eat, wander around and not have to worry about getting up early the next day. It was a relaxing and fun anniversary.

So much has happened to us in the last few years, heck, there have been challenges all throughout the 7 years we’ve been married but each and every time we’ve come out stronger and more in love. We have our silly moments that just fill my heart with love. We don’t call each other on the phone every day or email back and forth from work as much as we used to (way back in the early stages) but we find new ways to love each other. We always travel to and from work together and if we can manage it, we’ll grab lunch together too during the work week. I will stay later at work just to make sure I catch the same bus as my husband and he comes in earlier than he needs to just to take the bus with me.

There were no gifts this year (although I did go to NYC for a week and Shawn did get a new computer, so that’s good enough. Oh! And I bought us tickets to see The Muppets at the end of this month as one of the Just for Laughs Galas!) and no cards even – our days were such that we ran out of time to actually get to a card store! But we spent the gorgeous weather long-weekend together and just did things at our own pace and on our own time. That is bliss as far as I am concerned.

Seven years is a long time, yet it’s no time at all. I think that a great marriage is one that only gets better with age and the years seem to pass so quickly that you can’t believe how many have gone by because it feels like you just had your first date only a moment before. Being with someone whom you can always laugh with, even through all the crap that gets thrown at you is more precious than any wealth or bauble you could have. I am so thankful and grateful that I have Shawn in my life and because of his strength and support I can handle anything that gets thrown my way.

I love you, Pook. For all of forever.

(Even if we can’t seem to ever take a proper photo of ourselves. ;) )

it was a nice weekend

As I write this, it is 31C (91F) inside and out. I could close myself and the dogs in the bedroom with the a/c, but to be honest, I can only spend so long in one dark room without feeling like I have cabin fever. I have fans pointed at the couch where I sit and the dogs are lying on the floor (they could come on the couch and have the fans blow on them, but they don’t like that. Silly dogs.) Sophie keeps trying to climb into my lap to tell me she doesn’t like being warm and that I should do something about it. I keep trying to explain to her that her being in my lap doesn’t help EITHER of us. I could spray both dogs with the hose but Sophie hates that and yesterday she hid behind the BBQ and almost fell in the crack between the deck and the fence. Sigh. It’s not really as bad in the house today as it was yesterday, so I’ll give them a little longer before I put them upstairs.

Meanwhile, I thought I would regale you all with photos from our anniversary day. (You’ve likely seen them on facebook already if you’re friends with me there.)

Saturday found us visiting Loblaws before noon has I had to refill prescriptions for that morning (if I miss one of my stomach pills my stomach burns FIRE all day). After that we tossed around either hitting up the Farmers’ Market and then lunch or going to Pub St-Paul for lunch instead of dinner. The market meant I could remain in the driver’s seat and take us there. The Pub meant I had to change positions and let Shawn drive because I will not drive over the bridge or into town (especially not Old Montreal). We opted for the market, picked up some fresh bread, creton and pie and drove back home to drop it all off. Then we went to the pub.

Neither of us really remembers how we ended up with this tradition of eating at Pub St-Paul on our anniversary, it’s just something that happened before we got married and we’ve kept it up. We parked farther away so that we could a) be assured to get a spot and b) could walk through the Old Port there and back and enjoy the day. The pub is pretty much in the centre of Old Port where all the action happens. At 2pm it was practically empty and we got a seat next to the big open windows like we normally do. The photo above is the view from the window and I didn’t even notice until I shot the photo that the railing along the window (no screens) is heart-shaped. How perfect for our anniversary!

I snapped this photo while Shawn was looking out the window at the passing calèches (horse and carriage). I thought it was a pretty awesome shot. My husband is so handsome!

Shawn stole my phone and started taking photos too. I call this one “He liked it, so he put TWO rings on it!” Take that, Beyonce. (I hate that song so much!)

I used to be way more the photo taker in my youth. Now I just find it time consuming. heh But Shawn and I rarely have a photo together and it’s hard for me to take one of us because I am so much shorter than he is! Since I tend to only use my iPhone for photos now it’s even more difficult, but I did get one of us that was supposed to have an Old Port marina background…

You can sort of see a part of a boat between our heads. Sadly, self-portraits with the two of us just don’t show scenery. However I rather like this photo so I might just print it out and frame it one day. Maybe. That requires effort.

Each and every time I am at the Old Port I am terrified by the building below. I swear it’s there just for murders and other nefarious deeds.

You can’t tell how rusted and creepy it is from this photo because of the filter I have on it, but trust me, it’s scary as anything. I don’t even know what it is (was??) used for. It should just be taken down. *shudder*

I took a second photo of the two of us, where no background is showing but I have to post it because when I got home and reviewed my photos all I could think was “My, GOD, I look exactly like my MOTHER in this shot!”

My mother is all I see when I look at my face here. I think she snuck in, stole my tinker bell sunglasses and posed with my husband. ;) I love you, Mummy!

We were hot and tired (ok, well, I was mostly tired) when we got home around 4pm after walking slowly back to the car and so I went up to the air conditioned bedroom to take a nap. We had closed the dogs in the bed room when we left and went I went back up after letting them out, Jinx followed me. He’s a fan of cool air like me.

Jinx did something he rarely ever does, he laid his head across me for a snuggle while we both drifted off to nap. Jinx doesn’t like to be touching you when he’s close, he just likes to be close. Sophie is the one who has to be in constant contact with you. A paw, nose, leg, butt, something has to touch you in order for her to be happy. Jinx and I dozed contentedly for an hour or so and then came down to have grilled steak and potatoes and that pie I mentioned earlier! (Er… Jinx didn’t get the steak, potatoes and pie, that was Shawn and I. Although Jinx and Sophie did each get a tiny piece of steak when we were cleaning up.)

Freshly made lemon meringue pie from the farmer’s market is the perfect way to end a perfect day. It was delicious! I love our little bakery place at the market that we go to!

And before I leave you, I would like to share two more fun things! Yesterday I pulled off the first ripe tomato from my plant (I got the plant at the market last weekend and yes, I am late, so there were already little green tomatoes on it!)

It’s not as large as it looks, but boy was it delicious! I ate it just like an apple, it was that firm and it was so juicy. It didn’t even need salt. I am looking forward to these tomatoes on the plant because they seem to be very tasty!

And lastly, last week I made an outrageous purchase but I am happy with it. After three trips into this one store, I finally picked up the shoes that caught my eye and kept drawing me back. When I like something that’s a little stupidly priced I tend to wait now and see if I keep thinking about said item before I do anything about it. If the item keeps popping into my head I go back around pay day. If the item is still THERE by payday, I figure it was meant to be.

Hence…

They are Birkenstocks… so yeah, they were a pretty penny (but that penny was 35% off, so they were cheap Birks!) I desperately needed summer shoes that were not flip-flops and I could walk in. These were just SO happy and so unlike anything I would ever buy but for some reason I kept going back and looking at them. They had one pair left (the demo) and they fit my foot perfectly, which is so very, very rare for tiny footed me. Also, the matched the nail polish I had on. I mean, how is that not meant to be? I have worn them every single day since last Thursday when I got them. My feet haven’t been happier. They do not chafe, my arches are supported, I am just comfortable and they are great for summer. Also, Birks last a while. They are also waterproof(ish). I was looking at a pair of dressy Crocs the other week and I wasn’t sold on them, I don’t quite like the feel of the plastic or whatever they are made from, so this replaces that likely poor decision. (I never thought of the Crocs again after trying them on, so I knew they were not meant for me.)

I do a lot of things by gut feeling and these shoes kept nagging at me even in my dreams. Since they had one pair left in my exact size and it was still there 3 weeks after I had first seen them… I couldn’t pass it up!

I also apologize for the photo of my ugly feet. I think feet are gross and would never post them on my blog, but the shoes look nicer on than off. heh

I have rambled long enough and I have laundry to pull in off the line. Happy 4th of July to my American friends and I hope both Canadians and Americans have enjoyed their long weekends as much as I have!

six

Every year I write something terribly mushy and sweet about how happy I am to be married to the man I love more and more every day. I am not running out of mushy, sweet things to say but I feel like I say the same things over and over again. This doesn’t make them less true, I just feel like a broken record. I can’t help being so in love and happy. These feelings continue to increase every day rather than diminish. I want to spend 70 years with this man, like my grandparents spent together (this July 12 would have been their 70th anniversary had they not passed away. However they would have been a couple for 73 years. I find that truly amazing.)

Canada Day has always been our thing. This Canada Day we relaxed, enjoyed time together, saw a movie (X-Men: First Class – very good!), did some groceries, practiced my driving and ordered pizza for dinner. We didn’t go out to the festivities. We didn’t see people. We just spent the day together. Today will be much of the same. We have to go back to the grocery store because when we got there the pharmacy was closed and I need pills for today. Heh.  We will be having dinner at Pub St. Paul as is the norm (with the exception of last year) and we will spend time together today and just enjoy each other’s (others?) company.

It seems sort of cheesy and corny (and other food producty things) to say but Shawn has changed my life for the better. We can be as silly as we want and as serious as we want (silly tends to always win though) and we’re always on the same page. We finish each others (other’s? GAH!) thoughts, sentences and tend to say the same jokes at the same time. He’s there to help me up the stairs when my switch gets flipped and I am about to fall over from exhaustion. He tucks me in every night. He’ll tell me stories to help me fall back asleep if I am up in the night with anxiety or a bad dream. He makes up the best stories on the fly.

Today we have been married for 6 years and I love him more every day.

Thanks for your patience with me, Pook, you make me a better woman just by loving me.

anniversary recap

Our anniversary was low-key as I mentioned in my sap-tastic post yesterday. But I took photos and will now share them with you!

We went to The Keg in Old Montreal and I had the best prime rib ever. I always do there. Man do they do cow right. We parked farther away from the restaurant than most people would but we know how horrible it is to find parking in Old Montreal so we were happy with pulling into the first spot we found near McGill College street. It was a lovely evening and so the walk down St Paul street was nice. Full of tourists but what can you do. And the caleches were out in force as we were walking by one the driver was emptying the, er, bucket behind his horse and it was like niagra falls. Ick. Although now that I think about it I don’t know if it was horse pee or not. Either way, it was something you don’t see every day.

Also something you don’t see every day? This:

Is that a doggy in the window?

Why yes! Yes, it is a doggy in the window! I wonder how much he is? I’ll bet he’s super expensive since it was one of those upscale fashiony boutiques (you know the ones that have like 2 articles of clothing in the entire place and they cost about the same as a house). Anyhow this little French Bulldog amused us.

Then we went to dinner and I was all about the PRIME RIB, baby!

Ok, so my steak and monte carlo potato are like, half eaten but I was so hungry when we got it I didn’t even think about the photo until then. Oops. Those crispy-looking things are fried onions, which I did not eat as onions have something against me. Yes, I take it personally but I was not about to ruin my perfectly good day by becoming violently ill.

This is my shot glass dessert ($2.75!). Lemon cake, with blueberry sauce topped with lemon mousse. It was very good and very sweet. I said to Shawn, “I know I’m getting old when I think this is so rich I don’t think I could have eaten anymore than this teeny bit.” Where are the days I could eat an entire birthday cake and not get sick? I miss those days. (Although my currently metabolism doesn’t.)

We walked around the Old Port for a while until we realized we really didn’t care much about it. I miss that magic that the Old Port used to bring. Oh, well.

On the way back to the car we passed an Easter Island head which I made Shawn stand next too as they are almost like twins (if you’ve seen his facebook profile photo you’ll know what I am talking about).

If Shawn can still put up with me after 11 years of knowing each other, 8 years as a couple and 5 married, I think I am safe for the future. Heh. I love that man even more than I love prime rib (and I love me some cow, baby).

So, nothing crazy or fancy for our fifth, but we spent it together being all sappy-like and I think that’s good enough for me. (Also, did I mention the prime rib? Mmmm, yum!)

five

This was five years ago today:

The sun was shining, it was hot, but not too hot, but hot enough that I still worshiped whomever created air conditioning. We were surrounded by family and friends and there was so much love. Family and friends who traveled from far away places like Gaspe, North Bay, Toronto, Boston, Texas and California (not to mention the West Island and South Shore!).

It was a brilliantly wonderful day. There were dogs, there were cupcakes, there was laughter.

Shawn and I never thought we would get married. All it meant to us was a piece of paper and it could never fill our hearts with more than we already had. I’m not sure when that changed and why we suddenly found ourselves engaged and planning a wedding. We’re notorious for our hatred of weddings. But there we were. We wanted a wedding our way and made sure that it reflected us as much as it celebrated the union of two people. We weren’t going to get married if the act itself meant nothing to us.

Today, I see the rings on my finger and sigh contentedly almost every time. If I have to take them off for any reason (hospital tests, surgery, etc) I feel naked. Empty. Alone. I know it’s just a symbol, but it’s a symbol that means something TO ME. My engagement ring is ME, it’s not bling or yellow gold and HUGE BIGASS LOOK AT ME DIAMOND. It’s simple and colourful. The wedding band is titanium. We’re not flashy people. We’re simple and we flaunt that simplicity in our own way.

I cannot imagine my life without Shawn. Not once, not ever. The thought of never seeing him again for any reason starts a full-blown panic attack. Even my being away from him for a week in May while in New York was hard. I know, its sappy, but I couldn’t call him and not being able to speak with him for a week was very difficult.

Just driving to the grocery store together makes me so happy. Little things like that always have been comfortable and so full of love. Sitting together in the same room, on different laptops might seem odd to some but to us it’s the act of being near each other that’s important as we do our own independent things. We’ll call each other over and discuss something we read, or hold up the computer to show a photo that will make us laugh, or awww. Just being close is safety and contentedness.

We didn’t celebrate Canada Day the way we used to this year. We didn’t celebrate our anniversary as much as we normally do this year either. But we were together. We went out to pick up our mail at the Canada Post warehouse and then off to renew prescriptions and then off to the pharmacy to pick up the passport that wasn’t delivered to the warehouse, but the slip saying we had a parcel was (again!) and then we went to BestBuy and picked up LEGO Harry Potter with the BestBuy reward certificates we had accumulated and then, we came home and played LEGO Harry Potter until it was time to leave for dinner at The Keg in Old Montreal. For the last bunch of years we’d eat in the Old Port at Pub Saint Paul on the 2nd of July and it became tradition. This year, thanks to gift cards from my in-laws, we stepped it up a notch and had dinner and then walked briefly around the Old Port realizing there’s really nothing much of interest to us there anymore. It’s sort of sad. The magic that we felt over Canada Day weekend in the Old Port 10 years ago wasn’t there anymore. We’re old and jaded and have found more important things to do with our time together. Not, more important, rather, different. We’re evolving and we’re doing it together.

Our desires, our likes, our loves, our loathes… they are changing but they are still changing together, even after all of these years. It’s why we work. We work because we are on the same path and have been for a very long time.

My grandparents would have celebrated their 69th wedding anniversary on the 12th of this month had they still been alive. I want that. They are the couple I hold most in regard. They changed and evolved and followed the same path together for 70 years when my grandfather passed away. That is rare and a blessing. I want to follow in their footsteps and with Shawn, I know that is possible. We might not live that long, but as long as we do live, we’re on the right path.

He’ll always hold my heart as I hold his.

And this is us today: