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“The Mood” strikes again…

Posted in Random Thoughts with tags , , , on September 13, 2017 by fromthenuthousewithlove

I’m a terrible blogger, I know this. I try to change it, but it never seems to work out. I do want to set the record straight though, it’s not that I haven’t logged into my account, it’s not that I haven’t attempted to write a post…believe me, if you see all the posts I have saved in my drafts you’d be shaking your head at me. Some of you might be wondering, if I have so many of those posts, why did I go ahead and post this one instead of finishing the other hundreds I have written.
Well, in case anyone hasn’t noticed, my blog actually does have a theme. I know, I know, I just blew your minds! I’ll wait until all the debris settles before I tell you what it is, *insert elevator music here* … ok are you ready?…The theme of my blog is “in the moment”.  Don’t throw tomatoes at me just yet though, hear me out! You see, there are many different aspects to the kind of person I am. I am a planner in some aspects of my life, and in others I fly by the seat of my pants…whatever that means. When it comes to writing, I fly by the seat of my pants, my posts are usually done because a certain mood has struck me. Now, sometimes “The Mood” will last until I have actually finished a post, and other times that mood leaves me hanging half way through. The reason it leaves is because it literally bored itself of the topic it was so excited to write about only 30 seconds earlier. This mood is almost like a separate entity, it comes and goes as it pleases, it fly’s by the seat of its own pants, assuming it wears pants.
The part of me that’s left when the mood is gone, still feels there is potential in that post, and doesn’t want to give up on it, so I save it for a later date. While “The Mood” is off somewhere laughing at me and calling me a sucker.
So on behalf of “The Mood” I send out an apology to anyone who actually enjoys reading my posts, you mean the world to me, and I thank you for hanging in there while I try to find a way to strap it down.


day 6: this post will probably bore you…

Posted in 30 Day Challenge, Random Thoughts with tags , , , , , , on May 6, 2016 by fromthenuthousewithlove

I didn’t feel like writing about any topic in particular today. It’s Friday, and it’s a beautiful day, and all I want to be doing right now is the opposite of what I have to be doing right now, which is being at work. I have a million thoughts running through my head today and none of them are in order.
“I wanna go swimming”
“I should try out that new make up I bought the other day”
“I should have gotten an iced cap instead of a coffee this morning”
“That girl is totally trying to flirt with that guy, and he doesn’t seem interested at all”
“I need a new pair of shoes”
“I should play the lottery”
“I’m hungry, I want nuggets”
These are just a few of the thoughts that ran through my head while I was outside having a smoke. I normally don’t do any form of writing when my head is all up in shambles like this but for the sake of keeping up with this challenge, here I am sharing these useless thoughts with you all.
I’m feeling anxious, and I can’t stop shaking my leg. It’s a good thing I’m not using a pen and paper to write this because with my leg shaking and the pen jumping up and down and all around would get pretty messy to read. I don’t know why I’m anxious…maybe I need the weekend to come. I can’t focus on anything for more than a second today, which makes typing this really hard for me.
It feels like my whole body wants to burst out of my skin. Not in a bad, painful way. More like in a “I’m here, look at me, I’m exciting!” kind of way. I’m not excited about anything either. You know what, I just realized what it is…it’s the sun! I think so anyway. I think I got a huge dose of Vitamin D and now my body doesn’t know what to do with all this energy and because I’m stuck at work, and my job requires no action, I don’t have anything to do with all this energy! Man it’s going to be a really long day. Hopefully this energy will stay with me til the end of my shift.
Sorry this post wasn’t that exciting folks, I will try to make tomorrow’s post twice as exciting to make up for this one. In the meantime, I’m going to try to keep my body under control because all it wants to do is sing like a maniac!



surprise!, you have to wait…

Posted in Random Thoughts, Rants, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2016 by fromthenuthousewithlove

I’d like to start off this post by stating that I absolutely LOVE surprises. I really do, I mean who doesn’t love hearing “I’ve got a surprise for you!”. I love hearing those words, they bring instant sparkle to the instant smile that pops up on my face. You just instantly know it’s going to be something good. It’s such a universal feeling, and what I mean by that, is that no matter who says it to you, you know it’s going to be something in your favour. No one is going to say “I’ve got a surprise for you!…I accidentally got dog poo all over your curtains”.  A surprise is always something that is intended to put a smile on your face. The way I see it, is even if the Grim Reaper himself appeared to you and said “I’ve got a surprise for you!” you know it MUST be followed by something along the lines of you getting to live. Unless of course good ol’ GR has a terrible sense of humour. I can’t say for sure, I don’t actually know him, but you get my point.
That being said, there are two types of surprise-givers. Ones who say “Hey, I got you a surprise!” and then they hand over or show you what the surprise is, all in the same moment. So essentially you’re getting two surprises, the first one being the surprise of first hearing/knowing about the surprise, followed by the actual surprise. Plain. Simple. Effective.
Then you have the other folks, or the “God love’ems” as I like to call them, because in reality they really do mean well. They start out in the same way, by saying “Hey, I got a surprise for you!…”,  sometimes they even do it in a sing songy voice, which is meant to entice you even more, because apparently when things are presented in song our brains are hardwired to become even more excited. I’m not sure if this is a fault or blessing in general, but in this case it’s definitely a fault. I also have come to notice that it usually happens when you’re on the phone with your generous bestower. Almost as if they want to send your brain into a whirling tornado of questions that can’t be answered just yet, because you’ll have to wait and see. You can ask them what it is, but the answer will always be “you’ll have to wait and see” and if you persist…you eventually get, “I can’t tell you, or it will ruin the surprise!”…*facepalm*. News flash to all you God love’ems out there, you’ve already ruined the surprise, because now I am filled with not joy or happiness but a yearning…does anyone know what it’s like to yearn?  You’ve managed to turn an event intended to put a smile on my face into a gut wrenching need, need for what you might ask? I don’t know because according to you I’m gonna have to wait!!!

~end rant~



Is it summer yet?…

Posted in Random Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , on September 23, 2014 by fromthenuthousewithlove

Well, it’s officially the first day of Autumn. Or as I like to call it, “Fall”. Autumn, in my very own opinion sounds way to posh, I feel as though I should have an accent when I say it. I love trying to mimic different accents, but when you’re just stating a fact, accents are not always necessary. Another reason I prefer the word “Fall” for this particular season is because I find it fitting. It’s like summer falls down, breaks its hip, and is out of commission until it springs back into action in, you guessed it, spring! In fact that’s probably the reason why so many new television series, and new seasons of series start in the fall, so summer has something to watch while it’s bed ridden. I’m starting to think that maybe if there weren’t so many good shows on lately summer would maybe be inclined to come out earlier, instead it takes its sweet time almost as if it’s milking the whole disable thing.
I shouldn’t judge summer for that though, because the more I think about it, the more I feel if I were summer I would do the same thing because if I were summer I would feel very under-appreciated. In winter, everyone is wishing for nice weather, and then summer barrels in all bright and hot with an imaginary top hat, as if it were on broadway, and everyone’s all “ugh, it’s so hot”. Summer has a heart you know, summer feels those crass remarks, and now summer has just about had enough. This past summer wasn’t much, he’s losing his mojo. I feel like he needs one of those choreographed songs where everyone just joins in from out of no where and knows all the words and steps, and we remove a layer of our clothes only to burst forth with colourful costumes and feather boas, legs being kicked up one by one in unison, big brass band appears, and sing and perform with everything we’ve got, to show summer just how much we love him. So maybe next year, he will shine a little longer…If I were summer, that probably wouldn’t work for me, because let’s face it I’m not a fan of doing things for others just to make them happy, and if I had a chance to sit around and be lazy for the entire winter season, I would totally cash in on that, but you know…maybe he’s different…


Posted in Random Thoughts with tags , , , , , on July 24, 2013 by fromthenuthousewithlove

I have just conjured up an excellent idea! I’m so excited about this, I just came up with it on my way into work this morning, and you all are the ones I am sharing it with first! So feel special my fellow nutballs! Make sure you’re comfortable, if you smoke, light up a smoke, if you don’t smoke in your cell read this first then go outside and smoke while thinking about what a fantastic idea this is. Are you ready?…here it is…TTC-HIP!
Most of you, well, no let me rephrase, ALL of you are wondering what the heck TTC-HIP is. Some of you are probably thinking it might be a condition you get from riding the rocket, and for the non Torontonian folks no it’s not a sexual term. Let me start walking you through by asking this: What is one thing Canada is known for? (Hint: It’s not bacon or igloos). It’s health care! If you’re a resident of the Canadian province of Ontario, you have something called an OHIP (Ontario Health Insurance Plan) which is funded by the government (or at least the taxes you pay go into its funding). Now we’re going to take a field trip to the city of Toronto, the big Canadian apple. In this apple, we have the Toronto Transit Commission, or better known as the TTC. Most, if not all residents of this grand city use this as a form of transportation, whether they are using it daily for work, or occasionally when they are too drunk to drive home.
So here’s where my big idea comes in, a small portion of our taxes, should go to public transportation, and anyone who possesses an Ontario health card gets on for free! Well, technically it wouldn’t be “free” because it’s covered by that, small…and I’d like to stress SMALL portion of our taxes. Which brings me to the name I came up with for it.
Toronto Transit Commission Health Insurance Plan, to some of you the name may not sit right, but let me open your minds a little so you can all think like me. Since we are attaching the TTC fares to the OHIP cards, (this is just the boring part of it) it would be an add-on to the card, but wait! there’s MORE! (Oh my GAWD this is so exciting!) In attaching our fares to the OHIP cards, you now hold the title of being TTC HIP!…you’re hip with the transit yo! Which makes it street, and everybody knows being street is the new black (which is not a racial term for those ready to point a finger and call me a racist). Your family and friends will dig it! Hell even the HIPsters will dig it! and everybody knows they don’t dig anything!

I think I could become TTC HIP! Do you?

my t.v. is out to kill me…

Posted in Life Tips, Random Thoughts with tags , , on June 10, 2013 by fromthenuthousewithlove

I don’t have cable, so sometimes when I look to the television for comfort. I pretty much don’t get any, my t.v. seems to be heartless. Maybe it’s angry at me because I haven’t gotten it cable? It makes me wonder if televisions want to be cable-ized. I mean if it had feelings, would it want to be watched? Or would it want to be left alone. In one way I feel that it would want to be watched because everyone loves attention sometimes, but on another note I think maybe it’s shy and doesn’t want to be stared at. Personally I think my tele isn’t that fond of me. I have a horrible habit of replaying the same ole’ DVDs. I’m almost sure it’s sick of them. It won’t even turn on anymore unless I walk up to it and sort of coax it into turning on, giving it a little side rub, and pushing it’s on button just right. I have a remote, but apparently that’s just for show. I mean if I want to change the volume and I don’t want to actually get up off my couch, I have to bang my remote a minimum of three times on my leg, and it has to be my leg, I can’t bang the remote on the side of the couch, or the coffee table because it actually won’t work. It has to be my leg, in fact I’m pretty sure that it’s my televisions way of beating me up. It can’t move, and it dosn’t have arms or legs, so it purposely refuses to change volume, and it set itself up so that it’s only my leg that will work.
Let this be a lesson to you all, treat your televisions with care, or this too, can happen to you. That is all.

where taste buds come to die…

Posted in Food, Random Thoughts, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2013 by fromthenuthousewithlove

I’m not much of a cook. I mean, I can follow a recipe sure, but for some reason that followed recipe never seems to look like the photo, which doesn’t bother me so much because most photo’s of food are edited to look a certain way in order to tantalize our taste buds. It’s the taste that matters, and well, it never has much of that either, in fact it always tastes the exact opposite of what I’d imagine it to taste like.  I can fry up an egg just fine, however even my fried eggs come out a bit too crispy and I’m almost positive eggs aren’t suppose to be crispy or dark around the edges.  You need a knife to get through my eggs…the side of the fork just doesn’t cut it (no pun intended, but in this moment it is much appreciated).
One of my fondest food memories as a child, is my mom’s steak. No one fries up a steak like that chick. I remember sitting at the dinner table with a napkin tied around my neck, and my hands holding a knife and fork with my bare fists, salivating, ready to attack the steak as if I were an animal in the wild ready to hunt down and kill my prey. The moment she would place the plate of steak in front of me, my mouth was preparing itself for the flavour explosion that was about to occur. My irises would transform into little cartoon steaks, tiny steaks with feet would run a circle around my head, and I could feel the buds inside my mouth filling up and bursting with flavourful wonderfulness. This was all before I even took my first bite. The smell of the steak itself had me in its clutches, and when I took a bite, everything lived up to the expectation I had. The world was good.
I don’t eat steak too often these days because I live on my own, and I pay way too much money for rent, steak is not a luxury I can afford at the moment. However, I recently had a craving, and decided to splurge. I called up my mother, asked her exactly how she made it, and everything was working out beautifully, even the aroma was the same. I was so excited, that my mouth began doing the same things it did when I was a child, I couldn’t believe it! I even lit candles for the occasion. I sat down, and cut my first bite. Placed it ever so gently in my mouth, and waiting for the explosion to begin. I kept chewing, anticipating my explosive state. I chewed it 56 times, I counted. Nothing happened. In fact, instead of it tasting awesome and amazing, I got the exact opposite. The reason I chewed that piece of meat 56 times, was because the first portion was denial, and the second portion was my body refusing to let me swallow that atrocity. As much as I tried to, I eventually had to spit it out, or I’d still be chewing it to this very day.
The next day I went out and bought a slow cooker. All I have to say about that, is what a crock of shit (hah another pun not intended, but much appreciated!). Let’s just throw in whatever we can find, let it sit in there for 12 hours, so the shitty taste has time to ferment and you can really let the shittyness soak into everything. I’m convinced that the reason it takes 12 hours (or sometimes more) to cook something, is because they are hoping that you will go on some sort of hunger strike, so that when the food is finally ready for consumption you’ll be so hungry that you might not care that it tastes so shitty because you’ll eat anything at that point. 
I have to go, I’m tired, and starving.

shitty kitchen