Cautious.

 I think, just maybe, the fog is starting to lift.

Cautiously Optimistic.

Perspective

I'm taking a breather,

and putting things into

perspective.

It's an anoying thing to do sometimes,

but completely a "must"

when your life throws you so

many lemons that you would rather

cut your own arm off than make any more

DAMN lemonade.

mmm, vodka.

So, I didn't get a picture perfect Thanksgiving.

SO WHAT.

Here is what I did have:

- A pretty amazing Thanksgiving lasagna with some

pretty fantastic family members.

- A lovely Saturday afternoon with my sister.

Yay sisters!

- A delicious sushi dinner with a friend.

(I got violently sick after, but that is definitely besides the point)

- A Sunday sleep in with my husband, something that for us and

our work schedules is extremely rare.

- Sunday night dinner with our little family of 3 (third being a dog, not a baby fetus,

in case you were getting ready to gasp)
- Good news that despite us leaving our 3 month old apartment,
we were approved for an even better (and slightly cheaper) one.

So... if I was on the outside looking in,

I'd be all

"what are you complaining about?

What a great weekend!

Really, no turkey? Too bad, so sad"

My quest to not compare my life to others,

for being grateful for what I have,

for looking more on the better side than the bad side

is a learning curve here.

Ah, perspective. 
Try it sometime!

Mr. Wilde always knows what to say...
one of my favourite quotes.

Thanksgiving?

So, today is Thanksgiving.

Is it? I'm not actually sure if Thanksgiving is Saturday, Sunday, or Monday.

Either way, it's here, or was here.

I'm feeling a bit "Grinch" like this Thanksgiving.

It came without turkey,

it came without stuffing...

it came without family,

it came with basically nothing!

(Rough Seuss rhyming there... on the spot, it's tough!)

I'm kind of a sucker for traditional,

over the top,

Thanksgiving with the Jones type stuff.

A la Rockwell if you will...

However, our Thanksgiving consisted of

my husband & I working, 

continuing our stressful housing situation,

and eating a makeshift chicken casserole 

with cranberry sauce late Sunday night.

It was maybe one of the most depressing weekends of my life!

(I have to apologize to a friend who I ate sushi with on 

Saturday night... I was not pleasant company. 

I'm sorry!)

I'm not even sure where this post is going...

if you are reading this, and you had a wonderful

time with family, ate lots of delicious food,

drank wine, relaxed, and had the smell of turkey 

consuming your house and giving you the warm & fuzzies inside,

enjoy it, and never take those moments for granted.

Be thankful.

xo.

Here's hoping to a better Christmas!

Burst?

Since moving, I've been trying to master the art of, what I call,

the photo burst.

I guess it might also be called a photo collage? Or collection?

I'm not entirely sure... burst works for me.

I've definitely jumped on the bandwagon of arranging 

my photos in fun, alternating, patterny (without looking patterny) way

on my walls.  And I'm a big fan!

Is there such a thing as too many photo bursts in your house?

That is the next decision I am tackling... not sure if I've overdone it.

Anyways, a little glimpse at what I'm talking about, 

and what I've done.

Right?

 

Also - for those of you out there without proper

photo hanging tools, I learned the Best. Trick. Ever.

(from a little website called "Pinterest"... not sure if you've heard of it?)

Ready for your mind to be blown?

To know where to put the nail in the wall so your photo hangs

exactly where you want it (trés important when making bursts)

simply dab a little toothpaste where the nail goes on the back of the photo,

find the sweet spot on the wall, and simply press the photo against the wall.

You are left with a minty fresh dallop to use as a precise guide for 

where to hammer home the nail!

(I'm a) GENIUS. 

I'm thinking one more burst oughta do it.

Cheers to home decorating!

What the?

What is Angelina Jolie wearing here?

And how is she somehow managing to pull off this

zippered garbage slash sleeping bag?

I don't know anyone who would look good in this.

But, basically, because she is Angelina Jolie,

she seems to be pulling off the

cape/flying squrrel/what you throw together when you don't have a halloween costume

so you rip up a garbage bag and say you are a black hole

look. 

Of course.

Kudos to you, AJ!

Fun. And so SMART!

I've mentioned them once already on my blog,

and Ima doin' it again!

 

I love these guys.

Their music makes me happy.

Their ethics make me even happier.

 

This is a shirt of theirs you can currently purchase:

 

buy it here!

 

Oh, this quote makes me so happy.

CLEVER, and true -

My favourite combination.

 

 

Leaving you with a Fun. tune

Some Nights

 

 

"I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style"



Dear Life...

Dear Life,

Sometimes, I need to take a break from you.

You get too difficult, too stressful… too needy.

I try to do too much, please too many, and almost always… fail.

So, I’m taking a break.

It doesn’t mean I don’t love you… you are very good to me.

But, sometimes, it feels like I’m not living you the way I want to,

And a divide is necessary.

Don’t take this morbidly, taking a break 

doesn’t mean I’m ending things!

It just means I’m taking a step back; a breather - 

a much needed mental (soulful?) vacation.

I’ll be revaluating, restructuring, and hopefully 

reconstructing a better you for myself.

Let me say this - I’m grateful for you.

You gave me an amazing partner to go through you with,

I have a cute dog, good friends, family that makes me smile.

I generally think I have a good grasp of you, 

I don’t think I take you too seriously,

But all of this doesn’t mean that I don’t need 

to separate myself sometimes.

I’ll be back soon, hopefully in better form than ever.

Ready to take you by the horns and live you

More fully,

More authentically,

More true.

With Great Respect,

Carling