When I was almost half way through grade 12, I was informed that despite stellar grades and an unnecessary number of academic credits, I was not going to graduate because I had misinterpreted what counted as an “applied skill.” So in the second semester, I dropped whatever I’d been planning to take (History, maybe?) and registered for Foods and Nutrition.
At the time, I was pissed off about it, because I took school very seriously, but it ended up great. It was a super easy class, I got a Food Safe certificate for taking it (necessary if you want any kind of food services job in my hometown), I learned possibly the only practical things I learned in all of high school, and on double-block Wednesdays, I’d have banana bread or whatever to share with my friends at lunch. Continue reading
So, as those of you who have both read my last few posts and can do basic math may have realized – I had a kid. And I survived. Continue reading
Good Morning 2014. Here you are. And here I am. I’m not sure I was quite ready for you yet, but I’ve noticed that the way time passes is rarely affected by what I am and am not ready for, so I suppose it’s no surprise that you arrived anyway. You were right on schedule after all, according to my calendar. I saw you in last night, if only just, and without a bang. Try not to take it personally. I was sleepy. So far you are not raining, which I choose to take as an excellent omen for the year ahead. Thanks for that. Continue reading
I’m not hurt if you don’t. I’ve been neglecting the hell out of this blog. For any of you who may have been emotionally invested in my ramblings, I am deeply sorry.
I have an excellent reason though: my brain no longer works. (Pregnancy brain – I thought it was an excuse people made for poor work performance and that it wouldn’t happen to me, but seriously you guys, it is real and pretty freaking humbling.) Specifically, I cannot stay focused on anything for more than a couple of minutes. Continue reading
This whole pregnancy thing – I don’t know. It is just not sinking in. I mean on one level, yes, I know this is happening. Clearly. I am not stupid. And I planned this. And I’m an excellent planner. But my brain – it’s just not processing the information in the fully aware way I would have expected it to. Continue reading
I’m not really sure why I just heard about this, but it has recently made it onto my radar that a company in the Netherlands is recruiting volunteers to help colonize Mars. I gather they made some kind of announcement in January and then started actively advertising that they wanted volunteers in April. And thousands of people have already applied.
First those little robot vacuums and now this? I think we can safely say we live in the future, my friends. Continue reading
There are things I thought I’d never do. I thought I’d never like avocados. And then one day I did. I thought I’d never get a “real job” that lasted more than a year or two, but I’m an accountant and next week is my sixth anniversary with my employer. I thought I’d never own furniture or live in any one city for more than a couple of years, but then I bought real estate. I thought I’d never get married (not because of any fundamental opposition to the idea, but because my list of criteria of what would make an acceptable life partner sounded shockingly unrealistic), but then I met a guy who ticked all my boxes.
This is what time does. It takes your ideas of how your life is going to go and it laughs. I’ve always known that. My life plans have never been solid. If something doesn’t work out, I’m ok to move on and if an unexpected opportunity arises, I’m happy to go for it. Or if my whims take me somewhere I didn’t know I wanted to go, I trust myself and see how it works out. As a rule, this has gone well for me.
But we’re talking here about vague plans. Things I thought I’d do. Things I thought I’d never do.
But then there are the things I swore I’d never do. The things so based on my understanding of myself that I never questioned that I might change my mind on them. Continue reading