Monday, December 31, 2012

the countdown is on




New Years Eve isn't just another day to me. It is a day of reflection and anticipation, rejuvination and planning. Before I start looking forward to all of the {exciting!} things that will happen in 2013, I want to take a moment to recount my favourite {blogging} moments of 2012.

...there was the day that I realized that I am not a vlogger

...and the day that I realized that I needed to give away my cat.

...I started a new blog 
...and a new job.

...I celebrated a milestone birthday 
...and went on a milestone trip.

...against all odds, I have kept my horrible car alive (mostly).

...I expressed my feelings on a {very} delicate topic.

...and on a still delicate but less political topic.

...I learned a really important lesson

...and was seriously creeped out by an elf


Obviously there was so much more to my year than just the pictures that I posted or the things that I blogged about. So many things--both incredibly exciting and absolutely heartbreaking--have happened this year, and I am honestly thankful for it all. 

2012 was a year of new beginnings, fresh starts, and great friends. I can only hope that 2013 will be just as fantastic!

What were your 2012 highlights? 

Friday, December 21, 2012

Weekly Wrap Up: Holiday Edition {sort of}

This Elf's name is "Chucky".
Can I just say how much the Elf on the Shelf freaks me out? Its creepy little face, its dangly arms and legs, and the fact that it's supposed to watch your every move--and MOVE ON ITS OWN--all of these are reasons why I vowed to never own an Elf on the Shelf. Yes, I do realize that it is the parent that moves the Elf, and that it doesn't actually watch you. Maybe I've read too many Goosebumps books in my time, but the idea of a living dummy Elf seriously freaks me out. 
Well, Best Friend has an Elf on the Shelf at her house. And since B.F. watches Little A while I work...you know where this is going. Little A is absolutely obsessed with that Elf. Every morning, she helps Little C look for where Elf has 'decided' to hide that day. That would be completely fine with me, if she hadn't started asking about why we don't have an Elf. "I would name my Elf Merliah, just like my purple Hawaii turtle. And she would tell Santa what a good girl I am, and how I always share with Gilford [our cat]!" she said to me last night. "When do we get an Elf??" she asked repeatedly. 
So, now I'm stuck. Either I get an Elf, and have to deal with it's creepiness from this Christmas until whenever she stops believing, or I don't get an Elf, and Little A misses out on something so obviously magical and important to her. 
Of course I bought the damn Elf. And after we go visit Santa tonight, we will read the damn story, and name the damn Elf, and I'll spend the next five days wondering if that Elf is actually going to murder me in my sleep. 
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Although I'm a big fan of my own work, I also enjoy what other people create. What were my favourite finds this week?


  1. I have never been particularly graceful or talented but dance has always fascinated me, especially ballet. I've always felt that I'm just too old now to give it another go--or, I felt that way, until I stumbled across Hannah's blog. It is so inspiring to read about her journey as an adult (novice) dancer, and reading her post about The Nutcracker made me feel Christmassy and happy. Also, the TUTU'S! Be still my heart.
  2. Now, I'm not huge on marketing my blog because I just don't have time to make a big fuss over it, but IFB has an excellent article on creating a marketing plan for an entire year. Which I will totally do...and then probably not follow at all.
  3. Eggnog Cheesecake Bars = my only plans for Saturday afternoon.
  4. Rebel Wilson. MTV Movie Awards. Amazing
  5. On the heels of a shitty Instagram announcement (that was later retracted), Facebook (the same company that owns Instagram) introduces a shitty new policy. So thanks, Facebook, for once again proving that you're the biggest douche on the playground.

What were your favourite reads this week? 

Thursday, December 20, 2012

A Lesson From 2012

When Stef of Miss Jo & Co asked me to share a life lesson from 2012, I jumped at the chance. 
It's been a long, crazy, and ultimately amazing year for me,
and the lesson that I shared?
Kind of an important one.
So check it out!

Life Lessons 2012

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Things I've Been Doing Instead of Blogging


  1. Participating in Natalie's #OMGCOFFEMUGSWAP (or, trying to anyways. I received my amazing mug from Clare (blog post to come), but Canada Post keeps returning the package for Clare to me. But! It's in Australia so it should be delivered soon!!)
  2. Spending time with my sweet Little A. 
  3. Masquaraaaaaaade!! (Happy joint birthday, Lana & Becca!!)
  4. Finding the perfect wrapping paper for my always colour-coordinated Christmas presents. 
  5. Snuggling with the most irritating/cute kitty on the planet. 
  6. Sick days with a little girl (but we managed to sleep in!)
  7. Drinking green juice (I think Bolthouse adds crack to their juice, it's that addictive!) (obviously that was a hyperbole, I don't actually think that they would add crack!) (But it would explain a lot!) (JUST KIDDING)
  8. Buying a festive new case for my phone. 
  9. Wrapping a ridiculous number of presents while watching Home Alone 2. 
  10. Having a pint (or two) in celebration of a victory at work. 


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Paris en Hiver

Photo Credit: Philippe Lejeanvre | Twitter | Flickr | Website

Paris is one of those cities that is just always wonderful. 
It is magical, 
so full of lights, 
and history, 
and life. 

My very favourite thing to do in life is to walk in Paris. 

Along the Seine, from the Pont d'Ilena by the Champs de Mars and the Eiffel Tower in the west 
to the Pont de Sully in the east by the Ile Sainte-Louis. 

Through the Marais and St-Germaine-de-Pres arrondissments, 
walking over cobblestones and popping into street markets and cozy shops. 

I've spent entire days just wandering the city, 
map banished to my purse, 
to get a taste of the real Paris. 

Each season in Paris has it's own charm,
but my very favourite time to wander the streets of Paris is in winter. 
Seeing such a beautiful city covered in a fresh blanket of snow, 
or even just a coat of frost, 
takes my breath away. 

Photo Credit: Phillipe Taka | Website | Blog 


Every time. 



Thursday, December 6, 2012

Well, That Escalated Quickly

Every few months, I get this insatiable itch to change something

At first I'll feed this need with small changes: 
a new hair color 
a few blog tweaks 
a new ringtone for my phone. 

I can't count the shadows to keep myself safe; 
 the itch will always catch up with me
just like the vashta nerada will always catch up with those in the shadows.

The night started out innocently enough; 
I was just going to change my navigation bar. 
I had created a new one a few weeks ago, 
and from the second that I installed it I absolutely hated it. 
I've been mulling it over for weeks, 
and finally I decided to get up off my rump and change it. 

Well.

Before I could get to the nav bar, I stared at my font choices. 
The font (Origin Light) that I once loved so much was now making my eye twitch. 
It was decided.
I needed to change my fonts. 

But.

You can't just change your font willy-nilly. 
You have to take your time. 
The font that you choose is an integral part of your design; 
it helps form the basis for your brand. 

DOWNLOAD ALL THE FONTS!

And then...

I sorted through all of my new fonts. 
Some had to be ruled out because they didn't have the ability to type the umlaut in my blog title. 
(the dots on top of the a in rakas kesä is an umlaut.)

So...

I typed.
I switched between fonts. 
I wrote down about thirty font names, 
and I slowly eliminated them
one by one. 

Finally, I was down to two fonts. 
I can work with two. 

So off I went, 
creating a new navigation bar. 
Once that was finished I had another revelation:
my blog header no longer matched. 
Neither did my buttons. 
You know.
The buttons that are everywhere? 

So off I went, 
creating a new header. 
New buttons. 
A new list of sidebar links 
(although the links? Not working at the moment. Fury.) {UPDATE: fixed!}
The new links lead to new widget titles. 

Finally, I had it all installed. 
And boy, did it look pretty. 

I've kept the amazing welcome image that Chelsea created for me earlier this year because it just cannot be topped.

But the rest?

The rest was all painstakingly created by me. 

Did I stop there?

After triumphantly overhauling my entire blog design in one night
did I turn off my laptop and crawl into bed? 

No. 

Because suddenly
I had motivation. 

That 'work with me' page that I've been avoiding finishing for so long? 
I HAD TO FINISH IT. 

The Great Design Beast took over
and I just kept going. 
Creating, 
changing, 
trashing, 
mapping, 
installing. 

When my (Vancouver) best friend texted me to ask why the hell I wasn't asleep yet
I finally looked at the clock. 
Five hours. 
I had spent five consecutive hours 
making all of these changes, 
pausing only to plug my laptop in when it told me to plug in or I'd lose everything. 

This is my random, 
weird, 
rambling 
not-poem 
about that time that I compulsively re-designed my blog 
instead of sleeping. 

Better make it five and a half hours, since I also decided to blog.

Don't judge me. 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

What Do You Mean, I'm An Adult?

There are certain things that are expected of adults. Adults hold a steady job and pay their bills on time. They have kids and careers, savings accounts and a balanced budget. They are responsible, contributing members of society. Well...most are, at least. And I can do (most) of those things--I'm looking at you, budget that never balances. These are some things that I am not so good at, however; all of these things are expected of adults.

  • Cleaning the car. I take out the trash regularly, but I usually have various items strewn across the backseat including but not limited to: shoes (adult- and preschool-sized), colouring books (just preschool-style), a few mismatched socks, a tire iron, a few Barbie bits and pieces, and crushed cereal crumbs. 
  • Waking up without hitting snooze ten times. I was told that when you become an adult, you suddenly start waking up at 6am all happy and ready for the day. I'm not sure if this is a lie, or if I'm just not an adult yet...
  • Cooking (and eating!) healthy, balanced meals every day. There are days where we have Ichiban soup with a side of cheese and grapes for dinner, and one time I had apples with caramel dip for lunch and dinner. Note that I do feed Little A healthy foods, I just don't seem to eat them myself.  I don't enjoy cooking (I blame my tiny kitchen, but I don't cook in B's kitchen either), and quite frankly I'm just not very good at it. There are some dishes that I can pull off and have taste magnificent, but those are a select few recipes and most are holiday dishes. 
  • Being on time. Growing up, I was always the last one out of the door. For some reason my brain just assumes that it will take me an hour to get ready, and that I'll need thirty minutes to get somewhere. Those are the default times my brain calculates everything off of, and I can't seem to rewrite the code. Thus, I am perennially late. 
  • Returning books to the library on time. I'm a big fan of public libraries, even though I'd rather own a book myself than borrow one. Maybe it's because of this preference that I tend to just never return them, and then end up buying them from the library in the form of outrageously high overdue fees. I'm told that proper adults bring them back in a timely manner--that's what the librarian tells me, anyways.
  • Working during proper hours. From 9am-5pm, I am distracted. There are unplanned phone calls and emails that come in, people that walk through my door, and so many little things that crop up to distract me from that day's To Do List. My most productive--and inspired--hours are from about 6:30-9:30pm. In those three hours, I can get more finished than I can in an entire eight hour day. As long as I'm not trying to work from home, because then my PVR calls to me like the Sirens called to Odysseus. 
  • Grocery shopping. Y'all, this one I have thrown my hands up in the air over. Under any other circumstance, I am compulsively organized. I create lists, habits and patterns of behaviour in all circumstances. Except grocery shopping. I can never wander through the store in the same pattern, and Lord help me I can't ever stick to my list. This leads to me to feel as if I'm failing, so of course I'm going to avoid the activity all together until we are down to Saltines and old mustard and I am forced to either grocery shop or starve. 


How are you bad at being an adult?


Monday, November 26, 2012

The Elusive Leather Tote

Leather Totes

1 | 2 | 3 
While I may not be a patient person, I am quite stubborn. Three years ago I decided that I wanted to buy a leather tote; it had to be a darker brown, made of a soft leather, and it had to have a top closure. The task sounded easy enough, since I was describing a classic-style purse that would never go out of style. Well, three years later I am still on the hunt. Perhaps I am too picky, but I have yet to find a bag that has caught my eye--or rather, I need to find a bag that isn't $3000 that will catch my eye! The elusive leather tote has found its home on my list of investment pieces, and for now that is where it will stay. 

What items are you willing to wait for?

Thursday, November 22, 2012

I Have Not Been Exterminated By Daleks, But Thanks For Asking


Props to my bloggy friends that noticed my lack of posting this week and subsequently emailed me to make sure that I hadn't been : eaten by a lion, mauled by a bear, lost in a blizzard, or exterminated by Daleks. You guys rock, FYI. 

Lately, I feel like I've been fighting this epic battle against life in general. And lately? I feel like life is winning. Most of the battle is not for the Internet (sorry!), but I still feel the need to vent. As proof of my continued existence, and as explanation for my absence, I give you the following rants:

  1. What in the actual hell, everybody in the universe that zips their files?! I don't want to pay for WinZip, and my "evaluation trial" is over, so now I can't unzip all of the beautiful fonts that I've found, or ANYTHING ELSE THAT YOU PEOPLE SO NICELY SHARED WITH ME IN A ZIP FILE. I hate you, WinZip. Also: free large ad space to whomever can set me up with a free unzipping software.
  2. Why does it take all damn day for an iPad to charge? The amount of anger that I feel towards zombie Steve jobs when my iPad battery goes below 20% is irrational but completely understandable. Did that sentence even make sense?
  3. What is with this relationship segmentation that the world is obsessed with? I'm not married, so I can't hang with married people because it's weird to be the only not married person in the room. But I can't hang with singles, because I'm not on the hunt for a hookup and/or it's awkward being the only couple in a group of singles. So basically I'm destined to hang out with cats, because they don't care what my relationship status is as long as I have food.
  4. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT I CAN'T RANT ABOUT ON THE INTERNET SO INSTEAD I'M GOING TO USE LARGE BOLD CAPS FOR THIS RUN ON SENTENCE TO EXPRESS MY EXTREME FRUSTRATION WITH ALL OF THE THINGS.
  5. I bought new tights last night. Really awesome black tights that had a subtle cheetah print on them. They were amazing, let me tell you. And then I put them on this morning, and there was a small hole in the knee. No big deal, it's tiny. By the time I got to work they had a huge run in them and I had to throw them out. Thanks for selling sub-par products, Winners. I thought that my legs would be covered with tights today, so I did a half-assed job shaving my legs this morning. Moral of this story? Always shave your legs nicely. Always. 

What has been driving you crazy lately?

Friday, November 16, 2012

Weekly Wrap Up #14



So what have I learned this past week?

  • Scheduling blog posts does wonders for my free time. But sometimes I forget to schedule them even though they're done and then they get posted in the afternoon. So...not perfect. 
  • Winter tires do not make you invincible. Related: Edmonton sucks at plowing the streets in the winter. 
  • There will never be enough hours in the workday for everything that I need to do. 
  • Starbucks hot chocolates with eggnog are the most amazing way to start your day (that I'll blog about, at least!).

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Although I'm a big fan of my own work, I also enjoy what other people create. What were my favourite finds this week?

  1. Have any questions about the Petraeus affair? Fear not, because I've found the best explanation possible.
  2. I love this guide to tea. The art of making a good cup of tea is undervalued in today's world, and that makes me sad. 
  3. Easily one of the best ideas on the Internet: The World Needs More Love Letters. {Hannah's TED talk can be viewed here}
  4. I love Photoshop, but I'm not particularly patient with the process. Curves {preset changes to colors/shadows, etc} save my sanity. This gorgeous curve by Julia Trotti is my new favourite--and it's free! {instructions on how to install a curve can be found here}
  5.  I love everything about Stefani's post

What were your favourite reads this week?

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Crazy for Coats



Winter Wonderland



1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Now that I have been at my legit Big Girl Job for {almost} six months, I have this itch to piece together a new wardrobe. The kind of wardrobe that contains investment pieces; classic items that are well-made and will last a long time forever. 

First on my list of investment pieces? A trench coat. Well, two actually: a gorgeous {and warm!} trench for winter, and a lighter trench for spring and fall. 

This is apparently quite the mission, and so far I am still on the prowl for just the right coat(s) to splurge on. For now, my clearance rack black trench coat will just have to do. 

What wardrobe item do you want to splurge on?

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Obvious Statement of the Day: I'm a Geek.

{original image pinned by Cherree | original source found here | text added by me}

Growing up, I was a geek. I read every book that I could get my hands on (including War and Peace--I finished that over the summer holidays before grade seven). I would comb through the bibliographies of my text books and read the related texts in my spare time. I watched Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, and anything Joss Whedon put on TV, as well as any documentaries that I could get my hands on. I played video games--albeit not very well, but with earnest--until I started losing, then I would yell at the console and/or TV.  

I am still that person.

Even though I am most comfortable around people that are just like me, not all of my friends are geeky. Actually, most aren't. Regardless of their personality type, I am so lucky that the people that I surround myself with accept me for who I am. They love me even though they don't understand the shows that I watch, or completely miss when I slide an awesome quote into a conversation {this part hurts my soul, just a little, because usually the context is bang on}. They watch me get unnaturally excited about things that most people wouldn't even notice {like the Firefly reunion show}, and keep their teasing to a minimum. 

I used to hide my geekiness from new people so that I could gauge how they would handle it. Now, I don't bother; I just throw my whole self at them right from the get-go, and if they can't take it then that's the end of that. I'm not sure if this shift occurred because I've grown into who I am, or if it's because society as a whole seems to be more willing to accept geeks. Either way? I'm glad that I can let my geek flag fly!

What do you geek out over?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Unimpressed Cat is My Kindred


Guys, if ever a meme has imitated my life, it is Unimpressed Cat. 

I walk through life set to Unimpressed, so that when something good happens I am pleasantly surprised. 
It also means that when something goes wrong, I can use my Eeyore voice and say "Welp, I saw that coming." without experiencing disappointment. 

Most people don't understand this mindset. 
Most people tell me to get my chin up and slap a smile on my face, because everything is going to be ok

But I'm not an optimist. I will never be an optimist. 
I am a realist. And it works for me. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Weekly Wrap Up #13

this is my friends' cousin! be kind and share the awesome :) 

So what have I learned this past week?

  • Modern-day witch hunts aren't cool, and far too many people are the internet are blind sheep. See also: stop blowing small crap out of proportion, kay?
  • My faith in 'Merica was restored with the re-election of Obama.  Related: Sir Patrick Stewart is amazing
  • It annoys the crap out of me when people tweet their old posts every. single. hour. on Twitter. Please, calm down with the self-promotion. I follow you because your actual tweets entertain me, not because I want to see old posts from 2010. Maybe choose a post that will draw me in and then I'll keep reading your archives--but seriously, one auto-tweet from your archives per day is more than enough. 
  • Everyone has their own demons, of this I am well aware. But, you know, if one of my demons is that I'm two pounds shy of the weight I was the day that I had my daughter--and you know this--don't bring your demon of "I'm trying to gain weight but I just can't!" to me. Because there is no empathy for you here, lady. 
  • Best quote from The Simpsons EVER: "There is no diagnostic computer for the female mind." Too true, random animated car mechanic.
  • I'm pretty sure that I'm allergic to motivation. Every time I come down with a case of it, I break out in half-finished projects. (See: blog design, the reorganization of my closet, the cleaning of the pantry, my home office for the last year and a half, that stack of frames for my gallery wall that still need photos.}

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Although I'm a big fan of my own work, I also enjoy what other people create. What were my favourite finds this week?

  1. The wonderfully sassy Kate survived Sandy! {not that I had any doubts at all}
  2. My newest blog crush is Meg from Across The Pond.
  3. I cosign 90% of Lexa's list
  4. Far too many hours have been sunk into searching the Holidays category on Pinterest
  5. Jasmine has the cutest 'About Me' page that I've seen in a long time, and I freaking love her Twitter background. 

What were your favourite reads this week?

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Card-Carrying Member


I am a proud Canadian. I may complain about the weather from time to time, but ultimately this country is my home. I was born here, I was raised here, and there is a good chance that I will die here. I have followed Canadian politics since junior high school, and since turning eighteen I have not missed a single civic, provincial, or federal election. 

I've known since my grade seven social studies class where I fall on the political scale--or, more accurately, I have always known what I believe but this was the class that allowed me to understand and label my beliefs. And even though I have known which party I am akin to, I have always kept track of the platforms of each major political party in Canada. Uninformed voters make me angry, so I have vowed to never be one. 

Even though I have done more than many Canadians to stay informed and stay involved in the democratic process, I still felt as though I haven't been doing enough. 

So today, I officially joined the NDP party, and then I signed up to volunteer with them as well. Call me a political nerd if you must, but I am really excited to get my membership card in the mail. 


Have you ever joined a political party?


Monday, November 5, 2012

Office Dialogue

It is entirely normal to walk into our office and find yourself in the middle of a random conversation. Topically we are all over the map, because we like to keep things interesting. A conversation about documentaries turned into the below exchange. 



*Note: My co-workers are well aware of my neurosis regarding organization and categorization, and they love me for it. Or in spite of it. Either way, they accept me which is why they are so wonderful.*



Me: I loved Shark Week! National Geographic Channel had 24/7 shark shows for the whole week, it was so much better than Discovery Channel. 

(Co-workers stare blankly at me. This is a normal reaction in the course of a conversation with me, I have found.)

Me: Great White sharks were my favourite animal growing up. 

Co-worker #1: (laughing) This explains so much about who you are!

Co-worker #2: I like giraffes. 

Me: Oh me too! That's my favourite land-based animal. 

Co-worker #1: (laughter) Of course you have a division between favourite land- and water-based animals. 

Co-worker #2: (laughter) I'm happy with just giraffes.

Me: (slightly embarrassed) Technically, the giraffe is my favourite Sub-Saharan animal....

Co-workers: (so much laughter)



And with that, a new office meme was born: #ConversationsWithAshley


What is your favourite animal?
(Feel free to include categories and sub-categories. This is a judgement-free zone!)

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Life, or Something Like It


Source unknown; found on Pinterest

I am a bit neurotic. I am a compulsive planner. I am obsessively organized, and it will bug me incessantly if I somehow mess it up. Failure is not an option for me, so when I do fail at something I am incredibly hard on myself. Leave me alone for too long in a quiet room, and I will start to go crazy. I constantly overbook myself, because I don't enjoy having nothing to do. In fact, I thrive on action-packed or stressful situations. Or, rather, I will get overwhelmed and cry, but as soon as my cry is over I will thrive. 

If you know me in real life, you will know that these are not startling revelations. 

It isn't always easy to live in harmony with my quirks; instead, I often feel as though I am battling against them. I am uncomfortable with change {if it is sprung on me}, so it tends to make me {more than} a little bit hard to live around. 

I had a plan for my life. I had set goals and deadlines, as well as establishing check-points to ensure that I was on track in order to live up to my plan. Instead of changing the deadline, I would alter the method that I would use to reach my goals. Everything was incrementally mapped out, the way one would lay out the route for a marathon. 

Are you surprised to hear that my life has not gone according to my plan? You shouldn't be. I'm not even that surprised, if I'm completely honest with myself. But that doesn't mean that it is easy to give up The Plan. It means forgiving yourself for not meeting your goals, for taking turns in life that you didn't ever expect yourself to take. It's about letting go of the constant that you had to rely on that is no longer even a remote possibility.

We all have a plan, whether we admit it or not. Those vague ideas that flit around in your head of when you want to get married, have kids, buy a house, or even what job you want to do: those are all part of your plan. Mine was detailed; methodically laid out in a logical sequence complete with concrete deadlines. 

I did not make those deadlines. It's extremely difficult for me to reconcile the fact that I failed, and even harder for me to accept that I have had to change my timeline so drastically from what I had originally envisioned for myself.

The next time I'm having a hard time accepting that my life didn't go according to my plan, remember that I'm happy. I'm so happy with so many aspects of my life that it can be overwhelming at times--but that doesn't stop me from lamenting what I see as failures. 

Are you hard on yourself about anything?

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Halloween, Adult-Style

Tonight is Old Bar Halloween. 

{Old Bar is a country bar in a country town that is full of awesome. 
And has a boar head smoking a cigarette on its wall. Win.}

Based on the historical data available, I will be Old Bar drunk tonight.

{This is similar to, but not quite as boisterous as, Las Vegas drunk.
Nonetheless it is a legendary state of drunk.}


This sums up both my costume and how my night will end exquisitely. 

What are you dressing up as for Halloween?

Friday, October 26, 2012

Weekly Wrap Up #12


So what have I learned this past week?

  • Giving up a pet is hard, and leads to random bouts of ugly crying. {I sure do seem to cry a lot...I blame my ovaries.}
  • High on my list of Things I Dislike is being blamed for the errors and/or stupidity of others--I'm very sure that I am not unique in this. So why do people still do it? #lifequestions
  • Mashed potatoes with gravy is a completed and balanced meal, and I am not ashamed to order it for lunch. 
  • Sometimes you have to get over your preferences, and adapt to someone else's style. In the long run, it will make everyone involved happier. 

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Although I'm a big fan of my own work, I also enjoy what other people create. What were my favourite finds this week?

  1. Kendall's sweet honesty made me cry.
  2. Bobbie wrote a fantastic review of  The Casual Vacancy, and I wholeheartedly agree with her. 
  3. I loved Kendra's easy to follow tutorial on how to change the colors of your Passionfruit widget. {this involves changing your CSS, so don't forget to back up your blog before you do anything!}
  4.  Have I mentioned that I'm a sucker for cute nurseries
  5. The tutorials that Lindsay from Shrimp Salad Circus creates are amazing. 
  6. Do your looks affect you in the business world? 


What were your favourite reads this week?

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

It's a Peter Griffin Kind of Day


You know what really grinds my gears? 

...when people get too big for their britches. Is it a faux-pas to mention #bloggingproblems on a blog?
...when people don't pay attention to important details--especially when I'm paying money for something. 
...when people call me by the wrong name even though I've introduced myself or sent emails with my name in them over a dozen times. Call me crazy, but "Ashley" sounds nothing like Stephanie, or Carla, or Norma, or any of the other names that you just called me. 
..when people drive like asshats. It's not that hard to wave when I let you in. 
...the fact that common courtesy isn't actually common any more, or really present at all.
...the fact that people seem to think that it is okay to blame me for their errors, and subsequently take their anger out on me. Uh...no. Nope. In no world will I ever be okay with this, or take it lying down. 
...the fact that I have now had a mystery bruise on the side of my thigh for two weeks, and it is both gross to look at and painful. 

What grinds your gears?

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Eff, Marry, Kill: The Doctors


To say that my household is obsessed with Doctor Who is an understatement!
Eff, Marry, Kill gives me the perfect platform to show my true colors. 
Those that know me won't be surprised by my picks!
It's confusing, because they are each regenerations of the same person...
But when they regenerate, they take on a new form, and each form has a unique personality. 
So while technically they are the same person...they just aren't!
Did you follow that? 


Eff....the 9th Doctor {no explanation required, amiright ladies?}

Marry....the 10th Doctor {really, do I even need to explain this one?? Those eyes, that suit, and that personality! He is the best Doctor, hands down. I swoon on a regular basis for David Tennant's Doctor.}

Kill...the 11th Doctor {the bowtie just doesn't do it for me, and he just seems like a bit of a weenie. BEFORE YOU FANGIRLS GO NUTS ON ME, know that I haven't actually watched his season(s) yet. So this is an unscientific and wholly biased EMK.}

Where do the Doctors land on your list? 

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