tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12564620906027487492024-03-14T07:04:50.857-07:00waxceilingin which I parade the fruits of my procrastinationKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-63648751717733828892013-01-13T08:35:00.001-08:002013-01-13T08:44:18.278-08:00Take A SeatOver Christmas, GP and I went to see my family on Orcas Island. My aunt and uncle there own an incredible 1950s house. When my brother and I were little kids (now we're big kids), we used to spend hours playing hide and see there, because it's so big. There are three floors, four bedrooms, (plus a beach house), four bathrooms, a butler's pantry, a "den" with a lovely great big fireplace, a formalKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-74693551824804751272013-01-10T17:37:00.003-08:002013-01-11T12:17:10.641-08:00I Had a Shitty Day, or 50 Ways to Recover from a Shitty Day
Buy flowers for a stranger at the grocery store
Buy flowers for yourself
Do yoga
Clean the house
Play piano
Do something else creative
Phone your mum
Phone your best friend
Get hugs
Give hugs
Breathe deeply
Drink something soothing (doesn't have to be alcoholic)
Be silent
Go outside
Spend time with animals/your pets
Spend time with cute kids (unless they also happen to be brats)
Cry loudly andKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-24065937485239345662013-01-01T13:18:00.001-08:002013-01-01T13:34:44.595-08:00On GratitudeNew year's resolutions suck. I can never remember the myriad ones I end up making and, when I eventually do remember what mine were (around June, usually) and realize that I haven't kept them, I feel guilty and failure-y. Last year, instead of making meaningless resolutions that will make me beat myself up and feel bad, I decided to pick a virtue to focus on throughout the year. That way, I'd Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-30701875303687798852012-12-19T17:51:00.001-08:002012-12-19T17:58:11.389-08:00Twas The First Christmas in Our Own House
'Twas a dark, windy, rainy night, when all through the house, Quite a few sounds were heard (the cats chasing a toy mouse). The stockings were hung, by the gas fireplace we share; They cover holes in the stonework we'd like to fix there. This dark December night found us nestled all snug in our bedWith visions of renos dancing in sugar plums' steadThe fleece sheets on the bed and a cat in my lapKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-11492448335270155472012-09-24T07:02:00.001-07:002012-09-24T07:04:23.674-07:00Cool RunningIt's kind of cold out here. Should I lock the door? Nah, GP's in there. He's fine. I don't want to have to carry a key. Maybe I should've worn a long-sleeve. I hope I'm reflective enough. It's going to be so nice to watch the sunrise as I go past the harbour, if I get that far. Ok. Let's start the stopwatch. 30 seconds running, 90 walking. Ugh, that's embarrassing. Oh well, gotta re-start Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-20633660609803884302012-07-25T22:00:00.000-07:002012-07-25T22:07:08.985-07:00Chillin' Out Max...And relaxin' all cool... Ok, so that is a super nerdy way to start a blog post, but I'm allowed because I MADE CHAIRS. I started these puppies last summer and finished them, well, this evening. I don't really have a good reason for taking a year to make these, other than not wanting to have to spend hours deciding on fabric and paint and the fact that we didn't have a decent power sander, and Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-67087983585714360182012-05-08T16:20:00.001-07:002012-05-08T16:20:38.944-07:00Capably Coping with Choir, Coworkers, and Cats
I have been busy lately. GP and I are in the market for a house, the cat has been as ravenous as ever (I started a Twitter account just to document the crazy shit she eats) and I've been to two weddings. Plants and flowers are growing in the garden and on the windowsill, work is pummeling forward at a break-neck pace, my taxes are now more than a week overdue and I am finding myself happily Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-71305904288812399812012-02-26T18:36:00.009-08:002012-02-26T19:01:28.586-08:00You Ask, You ReceiveI'm writing this as the cat sits on my chest, so I'm going to keep it short. Since you friends asked for photos of my new clothes and since I think it's dumb to post those kinds of photos on Facebook (not entirely sure why, but I think it has something to do with not wanting other people to feel bad about how they're not as awesome as I am), I'm putting the photos here instead of there.Without Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-22349721806444902792011-11-27T18:49:00.000-08:002011-11-29T16:10:46.107-08:00The Timeless Wisdom of George Michael, or, My Offspring Will Need TherapyWhile dancing unabashedly to great tunes from such disco-era legends as the Bee Gees and Prince on the "Maximum Party" channel today, baking apple/rum-filled banana bread, I came to a very important realization. That is that, had I children, perhaps this kind of behaviour would verge on child abuse. I'm pretty sure if GP and I had kids, they'd be pretty fucked up. Or hilarious. Or maybe bothKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-13797565899897416662011-11-20T19:25:00.000-08:002011-11-20T19:38:59.864-08:00Necessary EssentialsThings I'd Need If I Were Moving to Montreal (more on this at a later date) And Were Getting There By Car And Could Only Take Ten Items (GP is not on this list; he'd be coming with me with his own list, which I suspect would consist mostly of video games and systems on which to play them):1. The kitten and her accoutrements2. Cuisinart food processor3. VitaMix blender4. Kitchenaid stand mixer5. Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-66325372181122796362011-10-11T17:23:00.000-07:002011-10-11T17:32:32.924-07:00Haikus For You-kusA few autumnal haikus for your (and my) enjoyment:Drinking tea insideLoud raindrops falling outsideI'd rather be hereWool socks and slippersHomemade gifts for winter timeLost in arts of yoreThe dogs are anxiousI dread a walk in the rain...Blue skies spell relief!And, of course, it wouldn't be a blog post without something kitten-related:Kitten sleeps deeplyA perfect feline circleWarm, soft, and Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-56538935012716896622011-09-23T19:26:00.000-07:002011-09-23T19:51:53.395-07:00A Figment of Your ImaginationGP can't go grocery shopping with me without getting thoroughly frustrated and, oddly, sweaty. Actually, it might not really be odd that he gets sweaty. My grocery shopping style, much like my approach to life in general, is disorganized, indulgent and highly irrational. Some days I will want nothing but pea shoots and falafels. Other times my attention to good nutrition (ha! The kitten just Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-44525884672419931482011-09-13T19:25:00.000-07:002011-09-13T20:28:07.386-07:00The Scatterbrain Bird AlightsMaybe my repose away from blogging wasn't very brief, but if you know anything about me, you know that I am not one to apologize for not writing on my own blog. So I hope, if you're reading this, you're not here because you thought you'd read some pathetic groveling prose making impossible promises about how I'll never leave you again, dear readers. It is very likely that I will leave you again. Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-24393167840358520142011-07-17T15:13:00.000-07:002011-07-17T20:14:51.004-07:00Good GriefI've debated whether or not I should plague my readership (however small it may be) with what is undoubtedly the most difficult thing, emotionally, I've had to struggle with in my short life. I have decided that I definitely should. It is my blog, after all. And you don't have to read this post (although I think you should, because everything I write is gold, naturally).Friskies has been my Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-55538183069788372042011-07-06T22:47:00.000-07:002011-07-06T23:12:55.138-07:00On the JobBetter late than never to announce to blogdom that I have a job. Yup, I now have a real grown-up person job as a copywriter/search engine optimization expert at a local business that creates websites for real estate companies. I started on June 27th and I'm really enjoying it. There's a lot to learn, but there's always something new to be done, which I can totally appreciate. Plus, they call the Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-52474118898891027972011-06-13T09:25:00.000-07:002011-06-14T10:33:24.361-07:00Floating IslandsSometimes I feel like spending hours making roses out of meringue. No, really, that's not sarcasm. When one doesn't have a job, one must find ways to fill in the time. For Mother's Day I made a cake for my mum that was "iced" with an entire meringue rose bush. I found this absolutely gorgeous recipe and couldn't resist making it. Unfortunately, I don't have the proper icing tip (mine is too shortKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-20329644482178396372011-05-11T15:34:00.000-07:002011-05-26T16:33:08.026-07:00The BurbsSo, it's official, I live in the 'burbs. Yes, they could be the very same ones as in the 1989 blockbuster of the very same name. I think growing up on idyllic and tiny SSI gave me a very romantic idea of what the suburbs were about. Where I lived we didn't really have neighbours. You can't on a 22.5 acre farm. I mean, we obviously had people who lived next to us, but not in the same way I do now.Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-4769162209325249402011-05-06T18:25:00.001-07:002011-05-06T19:10:48.304-07:00Peaks and ValleysSo, I have a half-finished post saved that I wrote a few days ago about all the things I hated about my job and, as luck would happen, I got fired today. Wait, rewind, I'll start from the beginning.Today I received a phone call from my manager telling me not to come in to work tomorrow because they had hired new people and had training shifts scheduled for them. She said I was to come in on Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-63758899613730650882011-04-13T15:41:00.001-07:002011-04-13T16:18:25.408-07:00PrioritiesGP and I are moving, or getting ready to, which is why you haven't seen much action on this blog lately. The following are some brief and random updates. Please forgive the shoddy cell-phone photography; I have no clue which box my real cameras are in.I got a job at a place that sells all sorts of delightful housewares, jewelry and general bibbity bobs. I started on Monday and I like it so far. Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-68449474548862474732011-03-26T17:16:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:17:17.822-07:00Taking a DumpI know that sounds rude, but I really just mean a dump of photos. Sorry to disappoint if you're into that kind of thing. Lately I've been getting creative with food, pictures of which I'd like to share.Chili is fantastic for several reasons: dried beans are cheap and nutritious, and chili (and soups) freeze well. This chili was delicious. It had, besides the usual tomatoes and beer and spices, Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-20496911105120587412011-03-09T14:17:00.000-08:002011-03-09T14:36:04.542-08:00A-ListI still don't have a job and it fucking sucks. Sometimes I get really down about my very high resume sending to interview ratio. Maybe I'm being too picky, I don't know. But I think I could be excellent at anything I want to do and, really, I don't think the jobs I'm applying for require a lot of skill. I am more than qualified to be a receptionist.I'm also pretty tired of relying on my parents Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-72780912839408732172011-02-27T18:10:00.001-08:002011-02-27T18:22:37.644-08:00Spelling Clean-Up on Aisle ThreeI saw this sign today at Thrifty's and had to take a picture because I am a huge geek. I showed it to GP and we both agreed that mixing up effect/affect is a huge pet peeve. I won't hold it against you if you don't know the difference. Yet another reason for someone to hire me: I can keep you from looking like a fool to people like me. Everyone needs a hobby, mine just happens to be looking for Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-82055449430665073572011-02-24T13:42:00.001-08:002011-02-24T14:19:45.983-08:00Addendum?To yesterday's post. I've been thinking about it more and reading the comments that people keep posting on SAHG's post and, for the most part, they seem to be of two camps: the anti-feminist antagonists and the people who say they're feminists but really don't seem to be aware of what feminism entails. If both of these camps saw feminism the way I see it we'd all be better off and EVERYONE would Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-80795628573781914482011-02-23T14:17:00.000-08:002011-02-23T21:41:51.042-08:00Deploy the UnemployedI make a lot of jokes about my current employment status: Un-. Mostly I do this because if I didn't laugh about it I'd be crying, so this is really the best option available. When I read crap like this, however, I get quite another emotional response: anger.Ignoring the very slight possibility that it could be satire, there are two reasons this type of Cosmo trash gets me angry. The first is thatKimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256462090602748749.post-29353427214704963162011-02-15T10:10:00.000-08:002011-02-15T10:49:56.642-08:00All You Need is LoveWe also need food. That is why yesterday, on Valentine's Day (and also the Prophet's birthday, Allahu Akbar!) I made a bunch of food for the people I love: me and GP.When I woke up yesterday I had totally forgotten it was February the fourteenth. I wished GP the usual nice things I wish him for his day, "Hope it's good, work hard, have fun, love you lots, etc." and then promptly went back to Kimboslicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291755229536398016noreply@blogger.com1