I forgot how much I love some of my old university friends.
It's going on a few years since I've finished university..and it's starting to hit me how much I miss certain people and how nice it was to have everyone in the same town for those lovely years which we spent in university together.
The other night at Jenna & Jeff's house though...our other friend Jeff was there..and I walked in and he gave me the biggest hug...and it brought me right back to our university days...he's always given super good hugs..and there is just something comforting about being like...we don't live in the same city, we rarely see each other...so many things in our respective lives have cahnged...but we can still just see each other, give each other a hug..and it's like nothing has changed.
I love that comforting feeling of being hugged by a familiar friend. Just seems to make the world better - no matter what is going on.
I love Jeffrey hugs - it makes life happy.
Another thing that makes my life happy? My bestest university girls randomly getting together in a strange city where one happens to be living...so that we can eat far too much food, catch up on all of the gossip in our respctive lives..play some card games...be a little ridiculous and probably stay up WAY too late giggling.
Oh weekend - hurry up! More of those 'old familiar friend' gatherings are waiting for me!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Dinner Partays
Tonight I headed over to my friend Jenna's house for a BBQ.
Something that we've done a million, bazillion times.
But something that we haven't been doing much lately..as, well, it's only just become BBQ season..and because I've been uber anti-social/tired/blah/etc. lately as a general rule in life.
But tonight, we gathered. And it was fun :)
....It was a crazy wakeup call though.
That we're getting old. And older. And older still.
That maybe we're not just getting old..but we're also growing up.
The boys had cooked at the BBQ while the girls gossiped around the kitchen..
Instead of talking about cute boys and music videos...we now talk about rings and furniture and whose having babies when.
Instead of throwing together some bought burgers onto a paper plate and eating off your lap...we had homemade burgers with potato salad and roasted veggies. On real plates. At a dining room table. WITH SERVING DISHES. Delicious?....yes. Grownup?...Oh boy you betcha.
Instead of leaving the dishes where they were and forgetting about them..the girls gathered up everything and tidied up...put the leftovers away and wiped down the table.
And then the boys made ridiculous jokes and comments about this, that and the other thing.
And suddenly we were 18 again.
I had rewound seven years.
We were these silly little kids. Making each other laugh. Loving life. Being ridiculous.
And I missed those times.
I love grown up dinner parties. I always have. They make my heart happy..but sometime..you just can't beat laughing so hard you're trying hard not to spit out what you're eating.
That's the sign of a REAL dinner partay.
Something that we've done a million, bazillion times.
But something that we haven't been doing much lately..as, well, it's only just become BBQ season..and because I've been uber anti-social/tired/blah/etc. lately as a general rule in life.
But tonight, we gathered. And it was fun :)
....It was a crazy wakeup call though.
That we're getting old. And older. And older still.
That maybe we're not just getting old..but we're also growing up.
The boys had cooked at the BBQ while the girls gossiped around the kitchen..
Instead of talking about cute boys and music videos...we now talk about rings and furniture and whose having babies when.
Instead of throwing together some bought burgers onto a paper plate and eating off your lap...we had homemade burgers with potato salad and roasted veggies. On real plates. At a dining room table. WITH SERVING DISHES. Delicious?....yes. Grownup?...Oh boy you betcha.
Instead of leaving the dishes where they were and forgetting about them..the girls gathered up everything and tidied up...put the leftovers away and wiped down the table.
And then the boys made ridiculous jokes and comments about this, that and the other thing.
And suddenly we were 18 again.
I had rewound seven years.
We were these silly little kids. Making each other laugh. Loving life. Being ridiculous.
And I missed those times.
I love grown up dinner parties. I always have. They make my heart happy..but sometime..you just can't beat laughing so hard you're trying hard not to spit out what you're eating.
That's the sign of a REAL dinner partay.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Ketchup Terrors
I'm weird.
If you know nothing else about me..you probably know this.
But of course, this weirdness presents itself ONLY in awesome ways.
This is just general knowledge, and although I don't HAVE to write it - I thought it'd be nice to just...state some facts.
Like the fact that I have a fear of ketchup.
Now I know you're all scratching your heads and being like..what the heck Erin? You LOVE you some ketchup.
And you're right. I DO love me some ketchup.
But it also scares me. Bunches.
For obvious reasons - such as the fact that it doesn't look or taste ANYTHING like the thing it comes from...but also for not so obvious..very peculiur reasons..that don't have any explanation or make any sense.
If I were going to eat french fries..you're darn right I'd love some ketchup on those. Yup, dump a puddle of it on my plate and let me dip away - yum!
Hamburgers? Sure!
Well - as long as I don't have to put it on myself.
If I have to put it ON food myself - and am not just dipping something into it..yeaaaah...no.
I'm not so down with that.
I won't put ketchup on my own burger, or hotdog or anything else like that.
It flat out freaks me out.
But sure - I'll eat it on a burger or other food - if you put it on there for me. And you're darn right that I'll enjoy it - lots. Well, as long as I don't have to see you putting it on. That kind of freaks me out too. And when it's really cold. Ew.
Make me put it on myself though...and I'll avoid it like the plague. Mustard? Yes please! Relish? Of course! It's one of the most overlooked condiments EVER! But ketchup?
Yeah. Kinda freaks me out.
You have my complete and utter permission to judge me...now.
If you know nothing else about me..you probably know this.
But of course, this weirdness presents itself ONLY in awesome ways.
This is just general knowledge, and although I don't HAVE to write it - I thought it'd be nice to just...state some facts.
Like the fact that I have a fear of ketchup.
Now I know you're all scratching your heads and being like..what the heck Erin? You LOVE you some ketchup.
And you're right. I DO love me some ketchup.
But it also scares me. Bunches.
For obvious reasons - such as the fact that it doesn't look or taste ANYTHING like the thing it comes from...but also for not so obvious..very peculiur reasons..that don't have any explanation or make any sense.
If I were going to eat french fries..you're darn right I'd love some ketchup on those. Yup, dump a puddle of it on my plate and let me dip away - yum!
Hamburgers? Sure!
Well - as long as I don't have to put it on myself.
If I have to put it ON food myself - and am not just dipping something into it..yeaaaah...no.
I'm not so down with that.
I won't put ketchup on my own burger, or hotdog or anything else like that.
It flat out freaks me out.
But sure - I'll eat it on a burger or other food - if you put it on there for me. And you're darn right that I'll enjoy it - lots. Well, as long as I don't have to see you putting it on. That kind of freaks me out too. And when it's really cold. Ew.
Make me put it on myself though...and I'll avoid it like the plague. Mustard? Yes please! Relish? Of course! It's one of the most overlooked condiments EVER! But ketchup?
Yeah. Kinda freaks me out.
You have my complete and utter permission to judge me...now.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The Coffee Date Crasher
Tonight I went out for coffee with one of my bestest friends, Rhiannon.
Now - Rhi and I lived together for many a year.
We get each other.
We can not talk for weeks, and then it's like..wha-bam - didn't I see you yesterday?
Yet we can hang out 24/7...and never run out of things to talk about.
When we haven't seen each other or been able to catch up for a while..coffee dates are our thing.
We order a large of something (the coffee part of the date is optional - especially when they often take place late at night..) and sit.
And then we talk. And talk. And talk some more.
We people watch.
We talk about the latest this or that.
We share what's been up in our respective lives.
And we have spent countless hours...just sitting. Often in ONE sitting.
Yeah - we've been known to have to have multiple pee breaks and multiple warm beverages in one night - because we've been sitting at 'our table' for 3, 4 or 5 hours. Just chatting.
It's kind of our thing.
Well - tonight...she had to run an errand..and then she had to run another one at the last second...so I came with her...as did her fiance. We were going to drop him off before we went for coffee..but he said that he'd come with us since we were driving right by 'our' coffee place anyways.
He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
After eating some food and drinking his drink...we'd barely made a dint into our drinks OR or conversation..and he was staring at us like we were crazy...as if he couldn't believe that this was ACTUALLY what we did when we said we were going for coffee.
I'm pretty sure he thought that we were going to some wild crazy party whenever we said we were having coffee...and just wanted to check up on us. But no...it's what we do.
After 15-20 minutes he was like..yeaaaaaaaah...we either need to leave or I need to walk home...I'm way too bored for this...so we headed on back to their place where Rhi and I continued our marathon chats and warm drinks..while he zombied out via videogames.
I don't think that he'll be crashing anymore of our coffee dates in the near future...ha! There are just some things in life that the opposite sex doesn't seem to be able to understand...and evidentally women's coffee dates may be one of those things.
Now - Rhi and I lived together for many a year.
We get each other.
We can not talk for weeks, and then it's like..wha-bam - didn't I see you yesterday?
Yet we can hang out 24/7...and never run out of things to talk about.
When we haven't seen each other or been able to catch up for a while..coffee dates are our thing.
We order a large of something (the coffee part of the date is optional - especially when they often take place late at night..) and sit.
And then we talk. And talk. And talk some more.
We people watch.
We talk about the latest this or that.
We share what's been up in our respective lives.
And we have spent countless hours...just sitting. Often in ONE sitting.
Yeah - we've been known to have to have multiple pee breaks and multiple warm beverages in one night - because we've been sitting at 'our table' for 3, 4 or 5 hours. Just chatting.
It's kind of our thing.
Well - tonight...she had to run an errand..and then she had to run another one at the last second...so I came with her...as did her fiance. We were going to drop him off before we went for coffee..but he said that he'd come with us since we were driving right by 'our' coffee place anyways.
He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
After eating some food and drinking his drink...we'd barely made a dint into our drinks OR or conversation..and he was staring at us like we were crazy...as if he couldn't believe that this was ACTUALLY what we did when we said we were going for coffee.
I'm pretty sure he thought that we were going to some wild crazy party whenever we said we were having coffee...and just wanted to check up on us. But no...it's what we do.
After 15-20 minutes he was like..yeaaaaaaaah...we either need to leave or I need to walk home...I'm way too bored for this...so we headed on back to their place where Rhi and I continued our marathon chats and warm drinks..while he zombied out via videogames.
I don't think that he'll be crashing anymore of our coffee dates in the near future...ha! There are just some things in life that the opposite sex doesn't seem to be able to understand...and evidentally women's coffee dates may be one of those things.
Crazy Going Slowly Am I...
As I was lying on the couch in an extreme bout of lazy...I smelt..burning.
Campfire.
Smoke.
So of course I freaked out.
And was like...OMG!WHATSONFIREIVEGOTTOPUTITOUT!AHH!
I glanced around - nothing.
I looked at the fireplace - not on.
I looked everywhere.
I checked the stove.
The furnace.
Even the BATHROOMS for some sort of source of fire.
Thing is though - it didn't smell like smoke anymore.
So I went back to being lazy and lying on the couch...
And then..as soon as I sat down...I smelt burning again.
What the heck?!
I got up...and I didn't smell it.
I sat down...and I smelt it.
Up - yep.
Down - nope.
Fearing my sanity...I turned to my cousin..and with all seriousness was like...why do I smell burning only when I sit down?? What's WRONG with me?
Thinking a brain tumor or some other weirdo neurological disease (Yes, I have been watching to much Grey's Anatomy)...my mind only stopped racing when my cousin looked around, laughed and then pointed out the treat that one of the dogs was chewing while lying on the couch beside me. A treat that just so happened to have a weird, bizarro smokey flavour - and made everything within its reach smell like...burning.
Diagnosis? Not crazy.
At least not in this particular situation :)
Campfire.
Smoke.
So of course I freaked out.
And was like...OMG!WHATSONFIREIVEGOTTOPUTITOUT!AHH!
I glanced around - nothing.
I looked at the fireplace - not on.
I looked everywhere.
I checked the stove.
The furnace.
Even the BATHROOMS for some sort of source of fire.
Thing is though - it didn't smell like smoke anymore.
So I went back to being lazy and lying on the couch...
And then..as soon as I sat down...I smelt burning again.
What the heck?!
I got up...and I didn't smell it.
I sat down...and I smelt it.
Up - yep.
Down - nope.
Fearing my sanity...I turned to my cousin..and with all seriousness was like...why do I smell burning only when I sit down?? What's WRONG with me?
Thinking a brain tumor or some other weirdo neurological disease (Yes, I have been watching to much Grey's Anatomy)...my mind only stopped racing when my cousin looked around, laughed and then pointed out the treat that one of the dogs was chewing while lying on the couch beside me. A treat that just so happened to have a weird, bizarro smokey flavour - and made everything within its reach smell like...burning.
Diagnosis? Not crazy.
At least not in this particular situation :)
Monday, April 5, 2010
Icecream Cake + Lazy = Lucky # 100
So today I've been all bummy. You know, doing nothing. As some of you may say, I'm taking a day off...whatever THAT means. It's a new phenomenon these days...but not an unwelcome one. In the summer I work a lot, and it's busy...maple season also happens to be busy like that...which means that days off are few and far between.
Despite having the day off...I've been up since 5:30am. Yep. Of course. The day that I CAN sleep in, I'm up in the wee hours of the morning...figures. So by the time 10am rolls around...I was working on my fourth load of laundry (So many clean clothes! And towels! And sheets! Huzzah!), I had loaded and unloaded the dishwasher..and then found some more dishes to tuck away in there for another load of dishes. I'd taken out the garbage, sorted the recycling, folded 2 loads of laundry and put clean sheets on three beds. I'd tidied up my room, scrubbed all of the counters and whatnot...fed the birds and the cat...and even changed the cat litter.
Oh, and I watched a movie. AND showered.
I was a busy, exhausted-but-can't-sleep bee. Evidentally early mornings are productive? Who knew?
Generally the sand man has my complete and total attention at these time of the day - but for some reason...I was all...able to get stuff done.
After doing my tidying and cleaning and general fun like that...I was bumming around reading random blogs and noticed Amanda's post about her next post being her 100th on her blog.
Out of sheer curiousity and boredom I was like...hmm..I wonder how many posts I'VE written in this blog.
So I looked - and found...that I also had written 99. And that my next would be my 100th. Sometimes I'm convinced that Amanda and I are twins. Except different quite different. Besides the whole..living in Peru, being married and yadda yadda...basically the same person.
Anyways! To think - I almost missed the occasion! Luckily - my almost-but-not-quite twin was all over that.
I've been blogging, journaling and writing in various places for the vast majority of my life...so I guess it's not THAT big of a deal...but it's always fun to celebrate..because who doesn't like to celebrate?!
So in celebration I am watching fireworks...and eating icecream cake (Awesome.)
Okay. Not real fireworks. But I did win a game of solitare and it's now shooting off fireworks on my computer screen..which has gotta count for...something? AND I really really really AM eating icecream cake (for real - not just virtually!) - and we all know that icecream cake is REALLY what matters in life anyways.
So here's to the next 100 posts..should anyone actually ever have read the last 100 and care to read the next ones :P
And should you be in the area...come on over and have some icecream cake to celebrate. And while you're at it..bring me another slice. After my cleaning spree this morning I've been lying on the couch and fear that I've permenently attached myself to it and will need more sugar infused with reese's peices to gain enough energy to drag myself to bed...and am feeling a little too lazy to go and get myself some more of that delish cake fun. This just in - sugar infused girl going craaaaaaaaaazy and needs more sugaaaaaar.
So come one, come all..and bring sugar. Stat.
Despite having the day off...I've been up since 5:30am. Yep. Of course. The day that I CAN sleep in, I'm up in the wee hours of the morning...figures. So by the time 10am rolls around...I was working on my fourth load of laundry (So many clean clothes! And towels! And sheets! Huzzah!), I had loaded and unloaded the dishwasher..and then found some more dishes to tuck away in there for another load of dishes. I'd taken out the garbage, sorted the recycling, folded 2 loads of laundry and put clean sheets on three beds. I'd tidied up my room, scrubbed all of the counters and whatnot...fed the birds and the cat...and even changed the cat litter.
Oh, and I watched a movie. AND showered.
I was a busy, exhausted-but-can't-sleep bee. Evidentally early mornings are productive? Who knew?
Generally the sand man has my complete and total attention at these time of the day - but for some reason...I was all...able to get stuff done.
After doing my tidying and cleaning and general fun like that...I was bumming around reading random blogs and noticed Amanda's post about her next post being her 100th on her blog.
Out of sheer curiousity and boredom I was like...hmm..I wonder how many posts I'VE written in this blog.
So I looked - and found...that I also had written 99. And that my next would be my 100th. Sometimes I'm convinced that Amanda and I are twins. Except different quite different. Besides the whole..living in Peru, being married and yadda yadda...basically the same person.
Anyways! To think - I almost missed the occasion! Luckily - my almost-but-not-quite twin was all over that.
I've been blogging, journaling and writing in various places for the vast majority of my life...so I guess it's not THAT big of a deal...but it's always fun to celebrate..because who doesn't like to celebrate?!
So in celebration I am watching fireworks...and eating icecream cake (Awesome.)
Okay. Not real fireworks. But I did win a game of solitare and it's now shooting off fireworks on my computer screen..which has gotta count for...something? AND I really really really AM eating icecream cake (for real - not just virtually!) - and we all know that icecream cake is REALLY what matters in life anyways.
So here's to the next 100 posts..should anyone actually ever have read the last 100 and care to read the next ones :P
And should you be in the area...come on over and have some icecream cake to celebrate. And while you're at it..bring me another slice. After my cleaning spree this morning I've been lying on the couch and fear that I've permenently attached myself to it and will need more sugar infused with reese's peices to gain enough energy to drag myself to bed...and am feeling a little too lazy to go and get myself some more of that delish cake fun. This just in - sugar infused girl going craaaaaaaaaazy and needs more sugaaaaaar.
So come one, come all..and bring sugar. Stat.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A to the We to the Some.
Let's not beat around the bush.
I have many awesome qualities.
I mean..common..I'm ME...How much more awesome can you get?
(You can stop laughing now)
(Okay...really, stop)
(No seriously...you need to stop)
(Okay..you're kinda bruising my ego now...)
But SERIOUSLY folks.
I'm just filled with bunches-o-awesome.
Take today for example.
We're nursing a sick goat back to health (yeah, it's what I do...erm?) and I was trying to feed her some apple. And I was like...WHA-BAM with my mighty powers of awesome and ripped that thing in half. And then in quarters. WITH MY BARE HANDS.
See? I told you. A-W-E-S-O-M-E.
I mean..between THAT..my ability to pick up things with my toes (Ha. I just made my friend Carly puke a little in her mouth...I'm SURE of it.)and my ability to remember random useless facts...how much more awesome can you want in a person? Much more and I'm sure it would be an awesome overload.
Okay. This post is done. Filled with way too much laughter regarding my levels of awesome...Pssh.
I have many awesome qualities.
I mean..common..I'm ME...How much more awesome can you get?
(You can stop laughing now)
(Okay...really, stop)
(No seriously...you need to stop)
(Okay..you're kinda bruising my ego now...)
But SERIOUSLY folks.
I'm just filled with bunches-o-awesome.
Take today for example.
We're nursing a sick goat back to health (yeah, it's what I do...erm?) and I was trying to feed her some apple. And I was like...WHA-BAM with my mighty powers of awesome and ripped that thing in half. And then in quarters. WITH MY BARE HANDS.
See? I told you. A-W-E-S-O-M-E.
I mean..between THAT..my ability to pick up things with my toes (Ha. I just made my friend Carly puke a little in her mouth...I'm SURE of it.)and my ability to remember random useless facts...how much more awesome can you want in a person? Much more and I'm sure it would be an awesome overload.
Okay. This post is done. Filled with way too much laughter regarding my levels of awesome...Pssh.
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