Communication articulation

You know when you hear (or, in the case of social media, see) those opinions, and you know they’re wrong, but you can’t immediately articulate exactly why?

In that sense, blogging for me is a challenge. I want to respectfully point out when people are wrong, but at the same time, I want to propose a plausible solution, and that’s usually where I get stuck. You’re wrong, but… Continue reading


Jumping through hoops — kind of

There is plenty of proof that I am not an athletic, or even a co-ordinated, person. The scar on my chin is from an argument I had with the bathtub when I was really little; the scar beside my right eyebrow is from a mailbox I swear was not there 30 seconds before I hit it.

My parents have home video of my soccer and baseball games — I’m the girl by the net or in the infield, turning cartwheels. Continue reading

A is for … (a bunch of things)

Thinking up words for each letter of the alphabet is hard. Or at least for A, it is. I think I already know what words I want to use for the letters C, R and S.

I’ve worked on a couple of different projects today — pickling carrots, cleaning and one of my Christmas projects — and while working on the last project, was thinking of a word to blog about, since I don’t have much else interesting to say. The roads are still crap and I think my carrots turned out OK, if you’re wondering. Continue reading

Maybe Mother Nature is telling me something…

Since I don’t have access right now to the blog post that I wrote earlier today and was going to post tonight, today’s blog post has turned into a simple to-do list.

Edmonton (and now Calgary) is getting hit with a ton of snow right now, and yesterday morning, more than anything else, I wanted to call in a snow day. Of course I went into work, but still, it sounded really appealing. Continue reading

Apples, carrots and pears

First, some background: in August, I mentioned to a friend, L., that I had been picking apples and thought it might be fun to make apple cider. I used the term “cider” loosely, thinking more along the lines of apple juice. She latched on to the word “cider,” however, dragged our mutual friend D. into the process as well, and so for the past three months, my fridge has been looking something like this: Continue reading