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IMG_20141126_212612I’m no lyrical gangsta. Seriously.  I used to be.  I used to know every word to every song I loved and then somewhere along the way it all went to pieces.  I think I just got distracted and a bit deaf.    I love to sing along.  I pick up most words pretty quickly so that I can at least mumble/hum through it until I get it right.  I am in the car alone a lot so most of the time there is no audience for my inaccurate sing-alongs.  A lot of the time I ride with my girl, who if not singing along with me, will often mid-song, look at me and just sadly shake her head.  She corrects me occasionally, but I think she also enjoys my crazy adlibs and leaves me to my own devices for her own entertainment.  Two of my latest lyrical mishaps are as follows:

Jealous – Nick Jonas

He says: I turn my chin music up, and I’m puffing my chest, I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed.

I sing: I turn my cheap music up, and I’m puffing my chest, I’m getting ready to face you, can call me obsessed.

I think my version is better.  What the heck is chin music anyway?  Seriously? If you know, please leave me an answer in the comments.

Break Free – Ariana Grande

She says: This is the part where I say I don’t want ya, I’m stronger than I’ve been before. This is the part where I break free, cause I can’t resist it no more.

I sing:  This is the part where I say I don’t wanna, I’m stronger than I’ve been before.  This is the part where I play it sweet, cause I can’t resist him no more.

Obviously, I would have been in better shape for getting the lyrics right if I had known the name of the song.  Insert red-faced emoji here.  Also, Ariana, while having a very beautiful voice, is not much of an enunciator.  😉

All of this to say, if you hear me singing along, and it sounds like I am singing a different song, I probably am, and I’m okay with it.  So if you aren’t, just move along or put your earbuds in.

The Contact Chronicles – Part 1

I got contacts in February. My 12 year old wanted contacts and I figured someone else had to know what they were doing around here in case he needed help so I jumped in and tried them out too. Within a week, my son had mastered the whole process. He puts them in his eyes in one shot and takes them out with no drama. Not even one small hiccup over the last few months. The kid’s a pro. I am however a complete gong show. I still can’t always get them in my eye in one shot. Usually it takes a few tries to get them in. I have days where I obviously did something wrong as they irritate me all day long. And I have the hardest time getting them out. Why can’t I get them out??? I believe there are two methods for getting them out – the pinch and the slide. I use the slide as my nails are pretty long and I am worried about the consequences of too much pinch. So I stick my finger on the contact, slide it over and out at the corner of my eye. Except what keeps happening is that when I slide it over, it disappears. Sometimes it has fallen out – yea!!! And sometimes it went right back to where it was and I have to start over – not the worst thing to happen. And sometimes it has freaking disappeared. Which means I spend 10 minutes searching the floor and counter to make sure it didn’t fall out, and another 10 playing with my eye trying to find the darn thing. At which point my eye is tearing and miserable so I take a break. I then keep going back to find it, usually to no avail.

The other day, I spent hours trying to find it and eventually gave up and went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I tried again to see it and get it out but I couldn’t find it – I finally figured it must have fallen out and I just didn’t notice. So I put a new contact in. All was fine until I was in the car driving to work when suddenly my eye starts tearing up and hurting…I take a quick glance in my rearview mirror and see two freaking contacts!! It reappeared! My first instinct was to try to get it out, but I was driving (with one eye at this point) as the other one was blurry from tears. I pulled into the parking lot and immediately popped it out – but they both came out. Then I had to get one of them back in, in my car using my rearview mirror.  I got it in and was able to go about my day, but wow my eye was irritated all day long after that. I looked a little crazy with one pinkish teary eye all day. I was half sad at everything ;). You may be wondering why I don’t just give up and go back to glasses – but really, when I can do it right, contacts are awesome. And have I mentioned I am pretty stubborn about things? Stay tuned for more Contact Chronicles…

Feeling Good

I am on day four of a glorious 4 day long weekend.  Pure bliss.  The soundtrack running through my head is Feeling Good by Michael Buble.  Our lives are full, full of activities, full of fun, full of work.  A few times a year, I notice that my kids are starting to look a little vampirical (very pale faces, big black shadows under their eyes), I start to get cranky and my husband starts escaping to nap at every little opportunity.  I am not complaining, I love our life and all of its busyness.  It makes me happy and we all thrive in it.  But usually just when we start to go a little Twilight over here…a miracle happens.  A four day weekend.

Happy sigh.  Is there anything better?  The first day is spent reading, napping, eating, long walks…that kind of thing.  Day two I am thinking about running some errands, maybe fitting in a run.  Day 3 is power packed!  We are all rested and happy.  Time to declutter the house, do some serious gardening, take the dog for a really long walk.  And the best part is that there is still ONE MORE DAY OFF!!  Today I am preparing everything for the week ahead, good healthy meals, making sure we all have clean clothes, getting a few errands done before the week gets going.

I didn’t get enough reading done, but I am already one run ahead for the week, I have meals ready for the next few days, I am caught up on 4!! tv shows, have gotten some writing done, and finally tackled the back garden which has been my nemesis for the last three years.

Have I mentioned I’m feeling good?  When’s the next 4 day weekend???

A quiet place to read

A quiet place to read

SRA

IMG_20140131_135202Hi, my name is VMChick and I have Seasonal Reading Addiction. People have lots of different ways to get through a long, dark, cold winter. I read my way through it. Reading is the ONLY thing I want to do when it is this miserable outside. And yes, I know, I read all year long. But I really do take it to new extremes during the winter months. I find myself drawn to books and stories like nothing else, it is absolutely my escape from this hateful weather. See, I have been reading so much that I have started calling the weather “Hateful”. Such a book word. I actually find myself reluctant to make plans with friends, as I know I only want to read. I am so unmotivated to leave my couch and my book. I bring my book everywhere, hoping people will be late so I can squeeze in a few extra pages. I hide out in dark corners, stealing some extra time, hoping no one will see me. I keep making myself break away from the book to do all the things I have to do, but it is amazing my family is getting fed, clothed and driven around right now, as I am absolutely obsessed with reading my next page. Luckily I have raised two big readers as well, so I can enjoy lots of family time reading side by side with my kids. Come to think of it, they must have SRA also, and I just haven’t noticed until now. I am so behind on my PVR right now that I have had to force myself away from reading for at least one show per evening just so that I don’t run out of room for recording more shows. But I may have to give up and just let some shows go as I am hopelessly behind and not inspired to watch tv, because I could be reading instead! I am happy to go to the gym, because I can read on my treadmill while I run. I am even happier to go the gym with my husband, as then he can drive and I can read on the way there and back as if I had just stayed home reading! Anyhow, gotta run now, as my book is calling me…

Karmic Chameleon

December was not a great month for me. Really not a great month. Nothing crazy serious or life changing happened, but enough little crappy incidents that I am beginning to think my karma may be in need of an adjustment. Even this horrible-no-good-terribly-cold and snowy winter is probably the result of my out-of-whack karma, so feel free to blame me. Now I am actively trying to figure out how to fix my karma. If only there was a how-to book for such a thing. Here are some things I am thinking about trying in order to turn things around:

1 – I have been reading a lot of smut lately. Perhaps I will read some Proust or Bronte or Austen to re-align my literary karma? Less vampires more English manors.

2 – Maybe I have gotten too cocky with my running schedule? I seem to have no problem getting my runs in so maybe the exercise gods are angry with me for thwarting them with my diligence? Today my regular treadmill was unknowingly switched to MPH and I almost killed myself when I set it to 10. I figure it was just trying to teach me a lesson regarding reading and running. Maybe I need to humiliate myself in a Zumba class or Spinning class to appease them?

3 – In order to change up my house karma I have ordered a Shark. Perhaps by steaming all my floors the grime and bad luck will get sucked right up and only sunshine and flowers will be in my future? (But not real flowers, we don’t want it to be too welcoming to wildlife)

4 – The cars both definitely need a shift in their current attitude. One just got hit, the other is making some very terrible and frightening noises. It’s time to break out all my cleaning supplies and make them glisten and sparkle from the inside. Plus if they really sparkle, hopefully someone would see the car before they hit it, even if it was dark and stormy?

Any other super ideas for Karmic realignment? Leave me a comment and let me know.

Wordless Wednesday

Big news in our house this Monday…my 12 year old finally grew out of his egg allergy. This is a shot of him eating his first doughnut EVER from Tim Horton’s. The shot is blurry as I couldn’t get him to stop eating it long enough to get a good picture…Do you remember your first bite of doughnut ever?

First donut ever...

First doughnut ever…