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What I’ve Been Eating and Reading

… or more accurately What I’ve Been Eating and Reading and Why I’ve Been Eating What I’ve Been Eating Because of What I’ve Been Reading. That would be too long though.

Four Meals

right, top to bottom: cheese, tomatoes, lettuce & black bean humous sandwich; goat cheese mini-frittatas with salad; Mangled Eggs at the Templeton (eggs, brie and veggie bacon on a croissant) with rosemary potatoes; left: poutine with vegetarian gravy

So all of these meals have something in common: NO MEAT. Why? Because last week I read Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer and omggggg I am so grossed out now. I read the part about chicken processing while I was at the salon getting my hair done and I seriously almost barfed in the shampoo sink.

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It also made me feel really sad and guilty. The cruelty and abuse is just… ugh. I can’t even explain it. I know that the food industry in Canada isn’t quite as terrible as it is in the US, but it’s definitely not good. I even feel bad about the eggs in my fridge, and I bought them for $6 a dozen at the farmer’s market from an organic biodynamic free range family farm, but is that good enough? IS IT? I feel like I’m one step away from being these people:

I mentioned reading this book in a general discussion forum and these are the replies I got

if it wasn’t for bacon, i swear…

I feel like once a year I’ll read a book about the ethics and environmental problems caused by eating meat and then 6 months later I’ll crave bacon.

i read that and saw food inc which made me very concious of what i eat. i still eat meat but not lots of it and i try to know where it came from

reading that book convinced me to be a vegetarian.

I definitely ate some bacon from Taylor’s bacon poutine last Thursday, without even thinking because I ALWAYS eat bacon from his poutine. Should I stop doing that? Will I stop doing that? I don’t even know. I’m loathe to say “Oh I’m a vegetarian now!” because I mean WHO KNOWS how this bacon thing is going to play out, but right now I’m too grossed out to even consider eating meat.

a full list of all this year’s books can always be found here, and as always, book links are usually to Amazon, and clicking on them might earn me a nickel.

Two Years

Two years ago I was lucky enough to be able to marry the handsomest, most wonderful man alive. Happy anniversary Taylor, I love you so much.

Sleepy Love

(This was before he went to work last night & he was very sleepy)
In a sort of celebration I finally put something up on the Tanie + Taylor page. Be warned, it has a billion pictures!

Some stuff I’ve been up to besides typing up that behemoth:

Ceiling Poms

Putting up more tissue paper pompoms in the naproom. I really just want to fill the whole ceiling with them. Is that crazy?

Breakfast at Tree House & Hot Chocolate

Finally framed my Breakfast at Tree House print, although I still need to find somewhere to hang it up. It’s pictured here with hot chocolate & marshmallow fluff.

Speaking of frames, check out this awesome one I bought this weekend.

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New Frame

It opens like a little cupboard! Just guess what I’m going to put in it. JUST GUESS. (If you said MICRO BUNTING give yourself a pat on the back). Other things I bought include a bulletin board for my office, pale purple paper for my next project, and new shoes (which I wore for too long on Saturday afternoon, giving myself tons of blisters, oops).

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Turquoise Nails

Painted my nails again, Essie Turquoise & Caicos. Which I just bought. YES I BOUGHT ANOTHER NAIL POLISH WHAT OF IT. Actually I bought two. Actually Taylor bought them, so I guess I get a pass on my crazy nail polish obsession.

Now I have to go attend to a bunch of stuff, most notably this horrible laundry monster. I usually never do this, I swear, I just really didn’t want to fold sheets and towels this weekend.

Laundry Monster

It’s just the first of many things I have to do around here before the end of the week when I leave for vacation (more on that later!).

Weekenders

I meant to write this post last night but instead I spent the whole evening watching creepypasta youtubes. Oops. I mean, TOTALLY A VALUABLE USE OF MY TIME.

Anyway. Friday was a super chill day- Sym was away with her dad, and I only had one daycare kid here and she’s a super good natured baby so we just hung out and played all day. At naptime I did some reading with my dog.

Literacy Dog

Later my internet friends Leanna and Carleigh came over to play Dance Central with Taylor & I.

2 Dancers & Two Dogs

Taylor, Leanna & two fuzzy dogs.
It was super fun- in fact I had a little too much beer fun:

Leanna, Tanie & Carleigh are so Great
Leanna, Tanie & Carleigh are so Great
Leanna, Tanie & Carleigh are so Great

Lovely. On Saturday I was feeling pretty gross but luckily Taylor and I had ordered Domino’s at one am so I had plenty of old, cold pizza to eat (note: I have no recollection of tweeting that).

GIMME PIZZA

Mmmmmmm. That was basically my whole day- I slept in, ate eight billion pieces of pizza and eventually left the house in the late afternoon to mail some bunting and buy snacks, because that evening another internet friend, Katrina, and her husband Scott came over to play SETTLERS OF CATAN.

You’ll have to pretend I have a picture of the exciting settling action.

I’d never played before, but instead of reading the instructions I decided to take the time travel learning approach and learn AFTER I played. It worked, and I won. Well, I won the first game, and then Scott decimated everyone in the other two games.

Sunday was spent running errands- I needed to get some piano books for Sym and I was on the prowl for new tank tops. We inexplicably left the house hours before any of the stores we were going to opened, so we stopped by The Templeton for breakfast (which was the only actual meal I ate all weekend, except for the pizza)

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YES, we took pictures of each other in the restaurant and tweeted them WHAT OF IT. I wish I’d taken a picture of my huevos rancheros because it was delicious. Anyway. Once we started shopping I was unfortunately unable to find any tank tops I liked (because it’s February, durr), although I did get some tees and a sweatshirt at H&M, as well as socks and a Valentine shirt for Sym.

After running some boring dog errands (although I DID get 150 puppy pee pads for $40, score) we rounded out the afternoon with ice cream and SNL. Here’s Taylor enjoying Taran Killam’s amazing Eminem.

Tay Lollin'

You can’t tell because he’d pulled it together by the time I grabbed my camera but he almost choked on his ice cream.

Root Beer Float Ice Cream

The ice cream was root beer float flavour. I think we should make root beer floats with it and have root beer float root beer floats. Or would that be too much? Georgie thinks so.

Sleepy Puppy

Baby Crazies

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When you get married, the thing that people ask you the most is “When are you going to have a baby?” We’re coming up on our second anniversary (WOW) and I still get asked that all the time. It’s kind of silly, because OBVIOUSLY you don’t have the be married to have a baby (living proof right here) and plenty of people get married with no intentions of ever having any babies. Ever.

So do I want to ever have any babies ever? Well. Yes and no. Sometimes I think I want to have a baby with Taylor, and sometimes I think I just want things to stay the same. I like my life right now, and a baby would be a HUGE change. But then I also think that if I did have a baby I wouldn’t want to wait too long and be a super old mom. I actually had this secret plan for a while that I wanted to have a baby before I turned 35. Seeing as how I’ll be 34 in less than three weeks and have no plans to start trying to conceive any time soon I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Sometimes I worry that the only reason I want to have a baby is so I have an excuse to stop working. This would have been completely out of the question before, but last year Service Canada introduced a program of Employment insurance for Self-Employed People (like me). Through this program I could take the same 50 weeks (jealous, Americans?) maternity/parental leave as more traditionally employed people and receive 55% of my income, up to a maximum amount. Now, for regular people the amount you receive is based on your pay stubs, but for self-employed people it’s off your last tax return, and I made more money last year than ever before- enough to be eligible for the maximum. Since I want to keep my enrollment down this year (I had too much stress in 2010) it makes financial sense to have a baby before the end of 2011. But is that really the way to make a decision like this?

Taylor was never interested in having any kids- when a (former) mutual friend suggested he ask me out, the fact that I had a daughter was a near-dealbreaker for him, and he never planned on ACTUALLY dating me (or living with me, or marrying me, OOPS). When I first brought up the subject of our having a baby together he made the same horrified face he makes when I ask him to explain his job to me, and started darting his eyes around, looking for the nearest exit. He’s kind of come around to the possibility now, but he doesn’t want to consider it seriously until he’s more or less out of debt (again with the financial side of things! It’s so much easier to decide to have a baby when you are 24 and irresponsible), so anyone itching for Taylor and I to form some babbies should start making with the monetary gifts, haha.

I guess the only answer I have to “When are you going to have a baby?” is “WHO KNOWS??”

Seriously Belated Holiday Recap

Mini Christmas (December 22nd)The Long-Awaited Sailor Saturn Doll
Christmas Men
She Wants Presents

So as I posted (and whiningly tweeted), Mini Christmas didn’t really go as I’d hoped, which really upset me. I made a nice dinner (which I rarely do on Wednesdays) and after we were supposed to open presents, take a family picture in our new pajamas and then watch Elf. What ACTUALLY happened was Sym acted like a whiny, uncooperative brat, and Taylor couldn’t find the piece to attach his camera to the tripod mount and had a rage fit about it. I may or may not have started crying that night in the toothpaste aisle of the drugstore, because they were out of my favorite toothpaste and it was just the LAST STRAW. Anyway. I had big talks with both Taylor and Sym about how their actions made me feel blah blah blah and got everything worked out.

Actual Christmas/Kelowna Trip (December 24th-28th)
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I know I already posted this picture but idc

Taylor and I spent Christmas in Kelowna with his moms. I’ll be honest, I really don’t like Kelowna, but I wanted to try my hardest to be positive and cheerful, partially to show Taylor up for his performance at Mini Christmas, but mostly because I wanted to have a nice Christmas myself & not ruin anyone else’s. I think I succeeded? It was easier than last time we were there for Christmas because there was way less snow, and I didn’t have to try to keep Sym entertained or run interference with Dougal. We opened our presents on Christmas Eve, and then spent the rest of our days bumming around. We took Georgie and Kichou for long walks, watched some real gems of movies (four words: JENNIFER LOPEZ ROMANTIC COMEDY) and just pretty much relaxed. It was nice! We also visited with Taylor’s sister Jaime and her boyfriend Shawn on Monday (they’d gone to see Shawn’s family for Christmas).

Taylor’s grandmother came over for dinner on Christmas Day, which was interesting and also awkward- she started feeding our dogs giant chunks of ham and I ended up like, slow-motion lunging across the table yelling “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” like I was taking a bullet for someone, and after that she was very snotty with me- she didn’t even say goodbye to me when she left until I stepped right in her path to say it to her. So that was kind of :/ but oh well. Better than cleaning hammy dog vomit off the carpet!

New Year’s Eve (December 31st, obviously)Too Much Food
All She wants to do is Dance Central

Taylor really wanted to make it up to me for ruining my Mini Christmas, so he went ALL OUT for our NYE. Since it was a Friday night, we had Sym, so we didn’t go out or anything. Instead, we made an ENORMOUS feast- Taylor put himself in charge of buying food and he went completely overboard! We had mini cheeseburgers, perogies with pepper and bacon, chicken strips AND popcorn chicken, fries, sweet & sour pork, a huge platter of veggies, salsa con queso & chips, gold & silver cupcakes, two kinds of Cadbury’s mini eggs (popping & regular) and a box of Ferrero Rochers (of which I think Sym ate half). We also had root beer for Sym and wine and champagne for Taylor and I. It was basically enough for to feed a family of 100, but I swear we ate almost everything! It was pretty gross.

After we ate, we played a round of Apples to Apples, which is always fun with Sym. She laughs her face off at everything and is like, an Apples to Apples savant or something- even if she doesn’t understand the word or doesn’t know the people or activities on her cards, she always manages to put down something totally, hilariously apt. She ended up winning, and then Taylor had the brilliant idea of pushing the couch back and playing Dance Central on the Xbox. It was basically the funnest time ever! Once we were all sweaty and gross, we put the furniture back and curled up on the couch to watch our traditional NYE movie, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. I don’t remember why we always watch it, but they’ve done studies, and sixty percent of the time, it works every time.

Because we started watching it so late we were right in the middle at midnight, so we paused and had a little toast. I let Sym try a tiny thimble of champagne and she was not impressed- she didn’t actually even sip it, just dipped her finger in, licked it, and made a horrible face. I guess I don’t have to worry about her turning into a preteen lush! Once the movie was over I put her to bed, and then Taylor and I stayed up drunkenly watching the same Jem & the Holograms episodes I watched by myself the other week. I don’t even know.

So that was my holiday season, sorry about the lack of real posts but vacation is almost over and life will be back to normal, so hopefully I’ll be back to my regular blogging schedule! I hope everyone had a nice holiday season, and so do my dogs :)

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Get it Together, Face

I am not a person who is overly concerned with her appearance. I mean, sure, I like to look nice, but I don’t ever look perfect. I’m a real person, not an airbrushed picture. I have pores and flyaway hairs (and grey ones) and even the start of some wrinkles. It’s fine, I accept this. I have no problem with going out in public with no makeup, and even posting pictures of my makeup-less self ON THE INTERNET. Pictures where I look weird, or ugly! Where everyone can see! And judge! The thing is, I LIKE being a real person who doesn’t care about this stuff, it makes life so much easier. There is ONE THING, though, that I can’t deal with.

PIMPLES. GAT-DANG PIMPLES.

I’m THIRTY-THREE, why am I getting pimples??? When I was in my late teens/early twenties I had problems with cystic acne, and went through several rounds of tetracycline to clear it up (which also helped to yellow my teeth nicely). In my mid-twenties I had a flare-up and not wanting more antibiotics, I was prescribed some harsh retinol cream that fried my face and didn’t do much for the blemishes (although I think it helped with the aforementioned tiny wrinkles), but eventually my face cleared up on its own, and since then it’s been mostly smooth sailing.

Until this week. This week my face (and body!) have FREAKED OUT. I have two huge blemishes on my upper chest, right by my collarbones on either side. They are so symmetrical Taylor wondered if they were some sort of supernumerary nipples (HAHA) but thankfully they are going away now. My main concern is this chin blemish. It’s invisible irl but shows up slightly in photobooth pictures.

Me & my Pimple
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I know it looks like nothing but please rest assured it is HUGE and PAINFUL. It’s like a pain marble inserted into my skin. It just hurts and hurts all the time and there’s NOTHING I can do except wait it out. God, face. GET IT TOGETHER >:|

Winter Means Dog Boots

I Refuse to Look

People in Vancouver don’t get snow management. They think that the second snow falls, even a little bit, they need to start whipping salt everywhere. My neighborhood is pretty bad for it, but this afternoon I was at the bottom of Robson Street and the entire half a block of sidewalk where the Safeway is was just ENCRUSTED with salt, even though as I predicted, the snow is almost entirely gone.

The thing about sidewalk salting is:
a) it doesn’t make any sense to do it BEFORE you shovel, which so many people here do, and
b) IT IS SO BAD FOR DOGS! It burns their little paws- I’ve taken Dougal and Kichou for winter walks before and had them limping in pain before we’ve even reached the corner, plus it can make them really sick if they lick it off their feet. After that Safeway sidewalk debacle this afternoon I practically had to put Georgie into a puppy headlock to stop her from getting at her toes.

Some people think it’s stupid to put boots on dogs, because dogs didn’t evolve to wear shoes. Fair enough, but they didn’t evolve to walk around on salt-covered pavement either! After the salt fiasco in my neighborhood two years ago I got boots for Dougal and Kichou, and when I saw the creepy maintenance guy with a bag of salt on Saturday morning (in spite of there being almost NO SNOW) I knew Georgie needed some too. She did the dog-boot goofy walk for a second but got used to them surprisingly fast- this was the only video I was able to get because she started running around the house like a little golden rocket.

General Update Post

Perfect Hair

Hello all. I’m very pleased with my hair today, even though I need some layers because I’m starting to look like a cocker spaniel.

Sometimes I talk about things in this blog that I’m really excited about and then they’re never mentioned again, like a secondary character in Sweet Valley High who for one brief, shining book becomes Elizabeth Wakefield’s new best friend. Anyway.

The Sinkhole
Guess what? It’s still there! A few weeks ago there was some landscaper out in the backyard who spent all morning filling it in, but then the property manager spent all afternoon digging it out again. A couple of days after that he was out there again, with some guy who had a bunch of equipment and scopes (which he plugged in outside my door, leaving cables strewn across the stairs to trip the kids AND he also unplugged my Christmas lights YES I HAVE THEM ON ALREADY WHAT OF IT?) checking all the pipes in the hole. Apparently one is a gas line! What fun. Anyway they haven’t done anything since then and the recent rains have caused the sides to cave in more so it’s bigger than ever. They also left piles of dirt all over the lawn. Awesome.

Sinkhole

Lovely.

Sinkhole

Charming. Did I mention it also emit a distinctly fecal odor?

Exchanging those Stupid Frye Boots
I decided not to bother trying to find them elsewhere. The stores that have them here are charging close to $300 for them and I only liked them $200. Anyway I sent them back to UO with my new order and even though I paid extra for 4-business-day shipping it took 11 business days for my package to get there, AND my return hasn’t even been processed yet. UGH. I should have just straight returned them and placed a completely new order for the other stuff I wanted, because this exchange process is going to take FOREVER. I just want my trouser sweats! EDIT: I just got an email from them saying that of the five items I ordered, one has shipped, two are “IN PROCESS,” and two aren’t mentioned at all. I’m apprehensive :/

My New Raingear
Well the pants are great (although unfortunately sold out) but the jacket? ENORMOUS FAIL. I’m actually quite angry about this. I bought it to replace my old Lululemon jacket (it didn’t fit me anymore so I gave it to my friend), which was awesome and got me through the most torrential of downpours, but this new one? IT SUCKS. The fabric is water-resistant but the seams aren’t sealed, so they let in an absurd amount of water. I wore it the other night in rain I would consider only moderately heavy and the seams let in so much I had water literally pouring down my arms and chest. I walked Georgie halfway around the block and when I got home my shirt was soaked! It was almost as if the water-resistant fabric acted as a series of funnels, channeling the rain into the seams for extra drenching. Yesterday morning it was raining and I just wore a cotton anorak from the Gap and stayed much drier. I left a SCATHING, one-star review on the Lululemon site and their internet person replied, say thing that blah blah blah the seams aren’t sealed blah blah blah and I get that, but like, how can they describe the jacket as being “all-weather” and say it “keeps you warm and dry” when it is clearly unsuitable for rain and if you wear it in the rain you’ll get soaked? Ugh so stupid. Anyway the damn thing cost me $200 so I’m going to find SOME WAY to seal the seams on the inside. Seriously though, don’t buy this jacket, it sucks.

Stupid Jacket

TWO THUMBS WAY DOWN.

I should have titled this “Surly Update Post.”

True Tales: I was a Fourth* Grade Bear

*this might have actually happened in third grade, I don’t exactly remember

One year, they closed the woods at the elementary school.

I grew up in the country, and went to a small school of only a hundred students, K-5. After I grew up and moved away it was closed due to being constructed basically entirely from asbestos, but later reopened as a Christian school. I guess faith in the Lord protects your children from assorted cancers or something? WHO KNOWS.

Anyway, behind the school was the sports field, and to the north of the field was The Woods. Most of the woods wasn’t on school property, but we were allowed to play in the fringes of it, provided we didn’t go any further than the white and/or yellow lines painted on the trees. Past the lines was Out Of Bounds, and if you went Out Of Bounds, you’d be in Big Trouble. Of course, that didn’t stop the boys from exploring the untamed wilderness past the lines, and one rainy lunch hour, it didn’t stop me either.

I’m not sure exactly what game the girls were playing that I was so disinterested in that I snuck off by myself. Probably something about pretending to be horses. Whatever the reason (and it could have just been that I was a weird, socially awkward kid), I toggled up my navy blue duffel coat and when no one was looking, slipped into the Out Of Bounds.

There were kind-of trails through this part of the woods, but the huckleberry bushes and ferns grew close on either side. I kept my hood up against the rain and also to protect my identity in case I met anyone else out there. I was walking along with my thoughts when I suddenly came face to face with a group of boys from my class. I looked at them, they looked at me, and we all turned on our tails and ran off in opposite directions. I rushed out of the woods and joined in the horse game with the other girls, and watched furtively as the boys burst out of the trees and ran straight to a teacher, waving their arms and yelling. Oh. Crap.

That afternoon we were all called down to the gymnasium for a special assembly. I couldn’t believe it- they boys had ratted me out and I was about to get in trouble in front of the entire school! I had never been in trouble before, never had a detention or even had my name written on the board. This was going to be humiliating!

We all sat cross-legged on the floor and our principal, a short woman who resembled a chicken, stood up in front of us all and announced that ALL of the woods would be off limits for playing in until further notice, because some boys had seen something in the trees. Something scary. Something dangerous.

The boys had seen… a bear.

A bear! Everyone started whispering to their friends and discussing the horror of a bear in OUR woods, while I tried to hold in my laughter. Out of all these people I was the only one who knew the truth- there was no bear. There was only a skinny blonde eight**-year-old girl with a hand-me-down navy blue duffel coat. Of course, there was no way I was going to admit that I was the bear. I would have gotten in trouble for being Out Of Bounds, and besides, being mistaken for a bear wasn’t exactly flattering. I kept my secret to myself, and everyone in the school suffered through several weeks of woods-free lunch hours until the threat of the bear was perceived to have passed.

**I know 4th graders are usually nine but I skipped a grade.

Frayed Nerves

Today has not been an awesome day so far. Sym slept in and I was rushing around trying to tidy the house and before I knew it, it was 20 after eight, she hadn’t had breakfast yet and I still needed to make her lunch. That’s when I discovered that I forgot to take the bread out of the freezer so then I had to make toast for her sandwich and I was having emotional problems with my cookie cutters and it was just STRESSFUL trying to get everything ready so Taylor could get her out the door and to school on time. I mean, it’s only the second week and I don’t quite have our new morning routine down yet but OBVIOUSLY whatever was going on today was not cutting it.

This was compounded by the fact that the daycare kids were being a nightmare today. Three out of four had a weeping hysterical temper tantrum when they were dropped off and after they all got over that they started playing a “game” in which they ran around waving their hands at Georgie, trying to entice her to chase them, at which point they would fall over on purpose, nearly crushing her every time. NOT ACCEPTABLE. I had them all go sit at the table for a minute to calm down, at which point the new girl spontaneously threw up all over herself. She’s not sick or anything, she just barfed on her pants. AWESOME. This is clearly exactly what I needed to deal with.

Did I mention that this was all before 9 am?

So now my nerves are shot and I’m all frazzled and just like, OVER working for the rest of the day, let alone the rest of the week. unfortunately I don’t have the luxury of just quitting, so here are some things that help calm me down when i get to the end of my parenting/housework/child care rope.

1. MINDLESS AND REPETITIVE YET SATISFYING AND/OR CREATIVE TASKS
This weekend Sym and I bought supplies to make a miniature pink-and-white version of this Ruffled Lotus Lantern. Because we bought a small paper lantern, in order to fill in all the gaps I had to cut down and glue back together a whole bunch of cupcake liners to fill in all the gaps. I did most of it on Saturday afternoon, but I wasn’t quite done yet. While the daycare kids were playing with toy food and dishes I took the opportunity to cut/twist/glue 52 mini-blossoms and after they’d dried, glue them onto the lantern.

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Some other things that have the same effect include sewing simple felt toys while watching a favorite film (watching movies while crafting is a habit I picked up from my mother); the assembly line-like process of making mini doughnuts, six at a time, with my mini doughnut maker; and folding the dozens upon dozens of tiny hand towels for the daycare washroom.

2. CURLING UP ON THE COUCH TO WATCH A PERSONAL CLASSIC
Obviously this isn’t something I can do while working, but once the daycare kids are down for their nap if I want I can blow off whatever housework seemed so pressing and watch one of the aforementioned favorite films. I’m fond of Wes Anderson movies: The Royal Tenenbaums, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou and The Darjeeling Limited (which I’m probably going to watch today) in particular.

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On weekends and holidays I’ll have a movie afternoon with Sym and let her pick what she wants to watch. Sometimes she wants to watch an animated film (recently it’s been My Neighbor Totoro, Kiki’s Delivery Service or Sailor Moon, but occasionally a Pixar movie or something Disney Princess-related gets chosen) or a “real people” movie: Legally Blonde, Charlie’s Angels and Down With Love are some that we’ve watched together tons of times. I might sew her a small toy during these, or we might just pile into the blankets and pillows and eat junk food together.

3. CLEANING OUT THE CUPBOARDS AND DRAWERS
A tidier and more organized house is a less stress-inducing house, but mopping floors and scrubbing toilets aren’t exactly my favorite activities. Some stuff I’ve done recently include sorting through all the tupperware and tossing any containers without lids and lids without containers; rearranging all the pots and pans and things in the kitchen island and throwing out stuff like the old saucepan with the permanently loose handle and the non-stick frying pan that isn’t so non-stick anymore, and freeing up tons of space in the process; and ruthlessly sorting through all my tank tops and getting rid of anything too small, too stained, too old and holey. These projects only involved 2 cupboards and 1/3 of a drawer and probably only took five minutes each but they still made my head feel clearer!

4. LETTING GO OF THIS YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER
I was so excited when those boots I ordered were delivered last week, and SO MAD when I discovered I couldn’t even get my feet into them! I had this big freakout over whether I should exchange them for a bigger size, or just return them and buy them somewhere else in a different bigger size. I decided I wanted to try them on but no stores have my supposed size in-store, and anyway they are much more expensive her than the pair I ordered were, and I don’t know if I like them THAT MUCH that I want to spend an extra hundred dollars on them. So instead of making myself crazy over these silly boots I said FORGET IT. I decided to exchange them for a bunch of different stuff- those sweatpants trousers I like so much, a cord for Symphony’s paper lantern, and some velvet curtains to hide the ugly closet doors in the not-really-a-library.

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Choosing all that stuff (not all of it for me) was way more fun than getting stressed over one selfish pair of boots, and I was even able to get Sym and Taylor to help me pick the curtains.

I could probably think of some more things, but right now it’s time for another soothing activity: PUPPY.

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