Hey all, the time has come. Goodbye work, goodbye cold, goodbye friends, goodbye home…don’t worry we’ll be back.
Connor and I have a bout 24 hours of flying ahead of us (not including lay overs). I hope to blog when we reach SA, or at least post some pictures.
Have a happy holidays!
The blog is undergoing a little makeover…just testin’ it out, ya know…doing a little switch-a-roo. I do this a lot with my hair, which is often the subject of impulsive decisions cause I’m bored with my hair d’jour.
There was a period of mid-length and blonde in there as well. I’m not sure what my real hair color is, but I’d compare it to dirty dishwater, or ashy blonde blah.
I am currently sporting very bright blonde hair…pictures to come
I’m also hoping to get some videos up because Connor and I just got a VIDEO CAMERA for our trip to South Africa in 27 hours!!
One thing that never changes is my horrible bed-head. This is au naturale people!
If you guys are foodies like me, meaning you spend the time you aren’t eating thinking about food, planning your next meal, reading food blogs, dreaming up recipes, plotting your next grocery trip, etc. you’ll love this site. www.chowhound.com
Not only is this site a great place to check out reviews and onions of your local food scene, it’s cool to browse around other boards like: “Food that makes you particularly sad?”, “Food packaging that drives you nuts”, “What brand of Eggnog is your favorite”, “2010 Food Trends”, “What is your favorite “foodie” gift to give and/or receive?”, “Have you ever dumped anyone because of their food preferences?”, and on and on!
You can also browse recipes, get your nagging food questions answered, read cookware reviews, get connected with the latest news on the food scene, link up to new blogs, research areas you’re traveling to and check out the latest “Top Tens”.
The site keeps me endlessly amused, and makes me feel like my obsession with all things culinary isn’t an oddity (I’m often seen as weirdly occupied with food and wine, THANK GOD I have friends who share my passion else I might be in therapy) . Others like me exist-and beware there are extremists (they are the most entertaining)!
Defiantly check it out, if you’re ambitious you’ll set up an account!
Rest in peace my dear electric heating pad.
Beware readers, graphic content follows…..
I buried her today… amongst banana peels, coffee grounds and the twinkling gold wrappers of almond Hershey kisses.
All good heating pads go to heaven.
P.S. I’m proud to announce that Connor brought me home another electric pad today. She’s different-pink, with a shorter cord…but we’re already hanging out. It’s the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Every winter we get together, we are were inseparable. She and I would hang out pretty much every night and spend most weekends together. We’d chill on the couch, or lay in bed and read, take naps and watch tv. We’d have dinner together: me, her and Connor. She was ALWAYS around for dessert (her favorite? ICE CREAM, just like me). While she kept me permanently attached to the wall throughout the colder months we usually spend together, I didn’t mind. We worked best that way. She got so comfortable around me that she took off her cover, I didn’t judge, she was pretty just as how she was. She was able to express herself better when she wasn’t all wrapped up in “material” things (I hated that blue cover, it always fell off her anyway). With age, she wrinkled (badly if I’m honest), but that’s what time and use does to us all. She was faithful, and always warmed my heart with her fiery heat. Seriously, she was the best friend a displaced island girl could have.
She’s gone now. She gave a good fight to the bitter and cold end. She fought hard-but her “fire” began to faid, and I could not do anything but hold her…feel and watch her die. Tears were cried, and I hugged her goodbye. I have not been able to bury her yet…the wounds are just too fresh. I shiver to think about it….I will remain strong, and I can’t lie to myself and say I won’t move on; try to find another companion like her. I have to look out for myself too. She will always hold a place in my heart, you might say, her impression is burned into me…
My dear friend Electric Heat Pad has died. The electricity could not flow through her any longer. She wasn’t in good shape. Her plasticy skin exposed her frayed wires below…and if I’m honest with myself, it was better for both of us to let go (god forbid I caught her disease…set my house on fire?!).
You will be missed E.H.P. You lived a good life, you warmed me like no one has before. I love you. Goodbye.
I will post “after” pictures…but the wounds are still too fresh…
To those of you who didn’t know about our relationship, you must understand what a tragic death this has been to me. I spend the winter months permanently attached to a wall or in the proximity of an outlet to plug-in my beloved E.H.P. People have made fun of me for my attachment, but a girls gotta have a best friend, dare I say that mine was made of wires and plastic…
In her youth:
What do you guys do during the winter months to stay warm?
Are you weirdly attached to something-to the extent you’d have a mourning ceremony if you ever lost it? (not that I’ve done this…)
Good Morning Dolls! Hope your weekend was relaxing and productive!
About this time of year I would typically be buried under books, taking Tylenol for my aching fingers that manage to shoot out 25 page papers (often without the participation of my brain), and would be exceedingly anti-social because school work ruled my life. God forbid I didn’t re-read all my chapters again before the test. My world revolved around school (poor Connor), and I’m not sure why it was my entirety, like I would cease to exist as a decent human should I do ‘poorly’? (which by others standards was still doing pretty damn well). Regardless, I felt like my personality, passions and happiness were often sacrificed because of what I thought was the most important thing at the time-school.
It’s funny having perspective now, looking back on all those hours studying and re-studying (did they even make a difference, or just contribute to might exceedingly high levels of stress). Why I felt the need to put so much pressure on myself (it was all me-my parents have never had to bribe or push me to get my shit done), I do not know. I do it in a lot of areas in my life (if I’m honest with myself), but school is the most obvious right now.
I’m done with school now-I endured a 4 hour-long mind-numbingly boring ceremony, and got the diploma and shook hands of fist bumped Deans and Professors (yes, H1N1 nixed the whole hand shaking business right out of graduation. We were told we could pretend to shake hands if we wanted, seriously?! How do you even PRETEND to shake hands? Wait, I didn’t learn that in my 4 years of University!). I graduated with distinction (even if it wasn’t announced on stage, see rant below). Would I have done or expected anything else from myself? Hell no. A plus of being an overachiever was getting scholarships to help pay for a tuition that cost my amazing parents three-times what other students paid. While I wouldn’t change that. I wish I lived a little more. ( Don’t get me wrong, I still attended the Keggers and visited the bars and stayed up late at night talking-but not near to the extent I wished I had). I’m not saying I wanted to have less memory of my college years cause I was too wasted to remember anything, not anything like that. I just wished I’d met more people, done more things, got more involved and had less fear of failing.
Looking back, it’s with a little regret (I hate to regret) and a lot of relief! I do not miss being in school, I don’t miss having that paper always in the back of my head, or finals looming over me like a count down to dooms day. I do miss making my own schedule, sleeping in on days and being in the classroom (which i REALLY do enjoy and miss). I just don’t miss the judgement. I don’t miss having to be judged all the time…this may be because I made school and my success in it an extension of my worth.
Those of you in school, I hope to god you do not do this. I know many of you are still in the midst of finals and paper writing, but keep remembering there is a lot of life to live and that you are much more than school. If you were like me, it’s hard to see this when you’re piled among your books and are too tired to do laundry or spend more time thinking about ways to procrastinate than get shit done. Hang in there and look outside your box! Remember to take care of yourself (I forgot sometimes).
I did think that when school was over things would just easier, like everything would finally fall into place and be “right” (whatever the hell that word means or is). It’s not, life is still confusing, it’s still work. I don’t have the dream job, that’s ok, at least I have one. I know i’ll still be judged, still have ‘homework’ to do, but it’s different now…
I won’t sacrifice myself at the feet of arbitrary things. I won’t let my worth be tied to the ‘rules’ and ‘structures’ our society erects and judges us by (body image anyone?!).
I know this was reflective rambling, but I had to get it out of my system. I’m sure you’re all long-lost by now, but thanks for the glance!…
It.is.cold. One of those days where my outfit consists of long johns under my jeans, two (maybe three) pairs of socks, an undershirt, a tank top, a long-sleeved shirt, a sweater, my warmest jacket, a scarf, tuke, two pairs of gloves and Uggs. This extra 10 pounds of clothing makes walking from the door to the car somewhat more bearable (stop judging, I know I’m a wimp and spoiled…at least I admit it!).
Today, the low, including wind chill, is –50 degrees celsius. “NO?.!” you say. “God makes weather that cold?!!” I know, I know….but I don’t lie (that’s immoral, almost as immoral as making weather this cold. God, is Satan peer pressuring you again?). I’m not sure you can all appreciate how much I detest the cold. You’re saying, “why then, Liz, are you living in Canada?” and you’re thinking “poor, poor, stupid girl”. I know. I ask myself the same things when I realize I’m living in a place that experiences approximately 3 months of summer (which often likes to pretend it’s more like Spring and Fall).
You’d think after the 4 1/2 years I’ve lived here I’d suck it up, get used to it. Uhhhh, no. Not even f*cking close. Winter always comes, usually unannounced, and barges into life. I’m like “oh…hey…you..I thought I told you we were over. I just can’t take seeing you again…now…like this. I’m in love with summer, why can’t you understand…”. Yea, I talk to winter like a psycho ex who won’t stop showing up at my door, all cold like. Don’t get me wrong, winter is pretty, I guess that’s why we have such a complicated relationship…
I like the accessories that come with winter (even though its personality sucks). I love sweaters, the smell of fires and pine. I love the way the ground looks like it’s littered with sparkles. I love how calm untouched snow looks. I love Starbucks seasonal flavors. I love any excuse to cuddle closer to keep warm. I love driving around and looking at everyone’s Christmas lights (and making fun of the Griswold Christmas Vacation type houses). I love the root vegetables and squashes in season that become addictive on chilly nights. I love the endless string of christmas parties (however-these can quickly show up on my dislike list…). I love enough, and that’s part of the reason I’ve survived (I don’t believe surviving is an exaggeration by any means!). I’ve tolerated the winter mostly because it means I’m with the love of my life, Nor (Connor). See, he’s Canadian, and after a dramatic union (a story for another day) in Orange County, California (where I was living at the time and he was playing baseball in college), he had to move back up to Canada. I followed. I was applying for schools and applied to The University of Calgary on a whim when we realized him moving and me staying meant we wouldn’t be together (I know, it’s rocket science folks). So, here I am. A random and impromptu Chemistry SAT later (I had to take it to get into U of C…don’t ask…) I’m here.
I don’t plan to stay forever, we regularly fantasize about all the warm places we will live (please realize that I grew up on an island in the Pacific ocean from age 5-18). We have dreams of traveling and buying islands and boats and wearing sandles everyday (they are dreams people, I’m rich in them-don’t judge).
On thing the winter does, specifically its-50 degree celsius temperatures, is make me thankful. I’m so thankful to have a roof over my head, a fridge full of food, a shower where I can defrost after walking home, a thick blanket I can escape under. I’m thankful for the job I have to pay for the heat I blast too high throughout these cold months. The wine I drink to dull the chill (kidding, kidding..kinda..). The boy I have to cuddle with and warm my “death feet” as he calls them. I’m thankful that I’m able to buy gifts for the ones I love and that I receive gifts that I do not need. I am not ignorant. I blatantly see how privileged I am, and in this, I must give thanks. In all this thanks I need to give more “you’re welcomes”. It motivates me to give back, to choose to make my Christmas present a contribution to a family that Connor’s mom, Connie, hosts at Christmas. I don’t give enough, that’s for sure. But it is a goal I would like to work on.
Complaining is easy (see above…and below). However, it doesn’t change anything. I probably pissed God off and now he’s all like “you brat, I’m gonna make it -56 tomorrow cause you can’t shut up and just put on a fourth pair of socks”. Talking (or complaing) is easy. Acting is harder. I want to act-do more for those who don’t get to wear those cuddly sweaters, or have a car to get into to drive to work, or enough to fill their bellies.
Call me out people, keep me on track. My face will remain in this position for a lot of the winter (I’ve tried smiles…they are harder, lets compromise…)
Give me this look…
I’ll attempt to impersonate a smile
I know such a negative attitude isn’t conducive to “Nourishing Me”. I’ll work on my poopy attitude….and…sorry God…but -50?? Seriously dude?!