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on saturday evening we went over to our friends jennie and jeremy's house. we gave their kids tons of kisses and then the four of us headed out for dinner. as we were walking from the deck down to the driveway to the car, i lost my footing and fell straight on my arse down the metal stairs. it was pretty funny and pretty painful. i checked my butt and my head and both were still there. sweet! i thought i was just fine until i realized that my arm was killing me. don't worry, i am just fine. i just have a rather unsightly bruise all over my forearm. 

thankfully after dinner i had a few glasses of red wine laced with ibuprofen and i was feeling juuussssttt fiiinnnneeeee. then we played dominos. 

 ian took this photo of me yesterday. today the bruise looks a lot worse so i wore a long sleeved shirt to avoid  onlookers thinking i'm a battered woman. wait...do battered women get free stuff? nevermind, i'm a terrible person. 

p.s. there's a gross hard lump in my bruise. 

cold day

yesterday it was -45 and sunny so we decided to go for a stroll. we bundled up like crazy and went on our way. 

this was as we were leaving. as you can see, i'm bundled to the max. i was wearing long johns, sweat pants, snow pants, two shirts, a long john shirt, a hoodie, my parka, two hoods, a hat and mitts. this kind of layering is really important but can get frustrating because it's heavy and gets hot. 

ian dug a hole. it was neat in there. 

here's ian taking a break before we climbed up. 

here i am getting really frustrated. the snow gets really hard so it was difficult to climb. i kept sliding down. curse you, ice!

here i am chillin' out, maxin' and relaxin' all cool. this was almost at the top where we found a neat little caverny area as a shelter from the wind. 

we made it! it was windy. 

here's ian back at home with snot coming out of his nose. he left it there for so long that it froze. 

it was a really fun day. later on i fell down some metal stairs. more on that later, though. 

breakfast

as most of you know, i'm very serious about breakfast. actually, i'm pretty serious about everything i put into my body, but i'm especially passionate about breakfast. it's such a special meal! breakfast tells your body how you're going to treat it for the rest of the day. that's why i eat the exact same breakfast every single day. most people think i'm crazy when they hear that, but i love my breakfast. i've eaten the same thing literally every day (with the exception of a few unavoidable discrepancies) for the last two years. 

do you want to know what i eat? a spinach smoothie and all bran! delicious.

first a put a few frozen berries into my magic bullet machine. you don't need very many because they're so jam packed with flava flav. 

then i add a bit of orange juice (just enough to cover the berries).

then i shove as much spinach as possible in there. seriously, i jam it in. spinach is the main event!

then i add some water on top of the spinach to make sure that the smoothie will be drinkable (instead of spoonable).

sometimes i add some ground flax seeds for good measure. when we lived in ontario i'd add plain greek yogurt every day but sadly i can't find it up here. 

then i blend it! if it's not green when it's done, there's not enough spinach in there. 

then i eat all bran. usually i eat it dry but sometimes i add a bit of milk. we don't have a lot of dairy in this household because ian is a lactard. all bran is really filling so i don't eat very much (usually less than a cup). 

cheeeeeeeeeeeeeese. 

nothing!

hey guys, let's get real. sometimes in the middle of the week i get so profoundly bored that i can't even muster up one thing to write a blog post about. i'm the worst! i'm all "maybe i should write about the soup i'm eating." and "do you think they want to hear about how bad i am at trimming my own bangs?" 

so, in lieu of an interesting blog post, here's a list of boring things going on in my life:

- i'm eating soup

- i'm really bad at trimming my own bangs. like...really bad. 

- our car broke and it's been in the shop for almost three weeks. at least START working on it, mechanic!

- i'm really excited for april because my favourite mother in law and my favourite father in law are coming to visit!  just thinking about it sends me into a frenzy of excitement that turns into prancing and dancing. 

- i've noticed that an abundance of people up here say "priorize" instead of "prioritize". it bothers me. 

- when i was 11 i cut my hair short so that i looked like a boy and i stopped showering. how cool is that? i'll try to find pictures. 

- i met ian for the first time when i was 15. he was wearing jeans, a jean jacket and a jean hat. he'll try to convince you that his hat wasn't made of jean material but it looked pretty jeanlicious to me. 

home

missing:

NOT missing:

while we're on the topic of my childhood...

miss you, childhood

the other day i received an order from sephora (very exciting) and it brought me right back to my youth. it wasn't so much the items i ordered that brought on the nostalgia, but the samples! i received three little glass vials of perfume and it was a real blast from the past. my sisters and i used to go into department stores with our mom and she'd let us take home the free perfume samples that the severely made-up saleswomen offered her. i used to keep a little pile of them in my underwear drawer (pretty sexy move for a kid) and every once in a while i'd decide to smell like an old woman. i'd open one of the vials carefully and dab it on one of my wrists, rub it against my other wrist, and then rub both of my wrists against my neck. sometimes i'd proceed to use two or three of the other scents i had in there to mix it up (smart). 

my sisters and i had a really fun time growing up. my parents did a really good job at letting us have fun and we learned to appreciate each other at a pretty young age. they let us make fun of each other, play outside a lot, have friends over, punch each other, and they even let us be in spelling bees. sometimes we'd do routines. if you're a girl, you know that "doing a routine" is what's up. 

there's ash-man and me doing a routine.

there's sando calrissian and me wearing regular outfits on a regular day. 

there's my sweet mum being a sweet mum with sandy. 

it's that sun again

okay, i know that you're getting sick of me posting photos of the sky, but i just can't stop! we get to see some really amazing sunrises and sunsets here. 

thankfully, we're seeing more and more of the sun. for a while there i was starting to forget what life looked like during the day. i stopped brushing my hair or putting on makeup and i took my back brace off and let my humpback show. i got lazy and started just dragging one of my legs along when i walked. a few of my teeth fell out. now that the sun is out for a little longer, i've made some strides toward looking like a human again. you're welcome, world. 

valentine's day

hi friendly neighbours! want to hear about our valentine's day?

ian and i don't typically do anything for valentine's day. neither of us thinks it's a day worth doing anything for, but we also agree that going on and on about why valentine's day is annoying is stupid and even more annoying. we get it, it's a hallmark holiday. yes, people should be romantic every day. that's enough, everyone. 

this year i had a really important and stressful meeting at 6:00 pm on valentine's day. i spent a lot of time and energy preparing for it and it exhausted me. at about noon that day i decided that i really wanted pancakes for dinner so that's what we did. how romantic!

this one turned out burnt. 

don't worry, we were both this grumpy.

then, as the piece de resistance (if you will), ian peeled me this grapefruit and birthed the fruit from the compartments. as you can imagine, it took a really long time. best husband!

birthday!

happy 31st birthday to the guy who lets girls braid his hair whenever they want.

of all of my husbands with birthdays in february, you're my favourite.