Holy cow, it’s March.

People always say that time goes by too fast.  Notice that?  I do.  And while I don’t disagree with those people, I sometimes want to hate them for constantly pointing it out.  Because it only reminds me of how old I’m getting.

I blinked and all of a sudden it’s March 5th.  I didn’t post an end of February 12 Changes update.  So I’m doing that now.

For those of you that haven’t heard of the 12 Changes project, the lovely Katherine and Stephany hatched this project, while they were talking about how making smaller, more manageable changes could add up to big changes. One a month, for every month of 2012.

Welcome to month 3 of 12 changes.

My February change was all about drinking more water.  I’m awesome at it in the spring and summer, but not at all awesome at it in colder months.  Which is why I figured February would be a good month for this change.  I thought this would’ve been an easy change.  It totally wasn’t.  I did a lot of forgetting and tried to keep track, but… it just wasn’t something I was successful at.  Also, I bailed on my earlier sleep schedule, too.

So for March, not only am I looking to get back to sleeping earlier and keeping up the water thing, I’m now all about being more purposeful about working out.

Anyone else doing the 12 Changes? Please tell me you’re doing a better job than I am.

Ten on Tuesday: Random

C’est Mardi! Temps pour Dix Mardi!  Ten on Tuesday is hosted by the fantastic Chelsea at Roots and Rings and this week’s questions are provided by her.

1. What did you do this weekend?
I ran errands, got coffee, mailed a love letter, had a #winetoreach on Saturday night, strained my knee on Sunday and spent the day icing and stretching it, raided and nursed the headache from #winetoreach.

2. Do you prefer short fingernails or long fingernails?
I prefer medium length finger nails on me, as in a bit of a white tip.  I find longer finger nails are a hazard; they get caught and break on piano keys, get in the way of putting contacts in, break or get caught on sweaters.

3. What is your favorite use for Pinterest?
Nothing yet.  I’m very new to Pinterest and don’t quite get the hype yet.

4. Do you sleep with your mouth open?
I don’t think so?

5. Where did you have the best pizza you’ve ever eaten?
Capriccio Italiano.  Best pizza ever.  My fiance (at the time) and I would go there for a very late dinner on Fridays (around midnight) and sit out on the patio and watch the excitement of Northbridge.   It had the strangest art on the walls and the oddest owner who would just wander over and sit down with you.   The food was fantastic and their pizza was amazing; great sauce and fresh veggies.  Perth has some amazing restaurants.

6. What do you eat for breakfast on weekdays?
Cottage cheese and fruit or yogurt and granola.

7. Do you watch awards shows? Why or why not?
I kinda have a huge hate for awards shows.  They tend to irritate and bore me.  But I do, on occasion, still watch them.

8. Can you whistle? Snap? Curl your tongue? Bend down and touch your palms to the ground?
Whistle: Yup.
Snap: Yes, though sometimes the sound of it gives me the gweebs.
Curl my tongue: Yes.
Bend down and touch my palms to the ground: I think I can?…Yup.  May or may not have just tried it to be sure.

9. What email service do you use?
Gmail.  I like it.  But I’m not sure about this whole new privacy policy thing with the google products.

10. What is your favorite outdoor activity?
Walking my dog and playing fetch with her.  Or lounging in my adirondack chair in the sun with a book and a G&T. DON’T JUDGE.

Bad romance

Do you know how they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder?  They’re so not lying.

As some of you may know, I lived in a long distance relationship for years…with snow.

In my mind, snow was this glorious, amazing thing.  It blanketed everything in sparkles.  It seemed to make everything just a bit quieter, just a bit cleaner, just a bit more magical.

Snow was fun.  It was playful.  Flirty. Romantic.

I’d missed it so much that when I came home for Christmas holidays to discover there wasn’t any snow on the ground… I was a little heartbroken.  Felt a bit stood up.

So I returned to Oz and continued to pine for snow.  By that time it had become pretty clear to me that I’d fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with snow.  At least I thought I’d fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with snow.

Then I moved back to Canada.  I was excited to experience the colour changes of fall, experience drastic changes of the seasons and finally, finally be reunited with snow.

When I caught the first glimpse of snow on Halloween that year, I was pretty damn excited.

But then the snow just kept coming.  It brought with it freezing weather, dry skin, wet boots, slippery sidewalks, treacherous driving conditions, and long, dark, dreary days.

Snow was kind of a disappointment.  Snow was a bit of a douche who didn’t know when it was time to go home and never cleaned up after himself.

It didn’t take long for me to realise I wasn’t at all in love with snow.  I was in love with the idea of snow.  Living with the reality of snow never, ever compared to the fantasy I’d built up about it in my head.  What a bummer.

My love for snow was all but gone by the end of that first winter home.  These days, I try to avoid it at all costs…

 

…That’s my long winded way of saying I’m kinda glad Snowmegeddon didn’t happen today.  And I’m not at all sorry for feeling that way.

 

 
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