Tagged: life
Took bold steps today
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which takes more balls than people tell you.
Whether it's leaving a lover
(which I didn't, don't worry)
calling someone on their bs
(which I did recently, but not today)
or finally allowing yrself to say
"yeah, I'm worth it"
(which is what happened)
it's can be a scary journey to actually start thinking highly of yourself, which is weird.
You'd think it would be the opposite, but no.
Our society teaches us (especially women) to devalue ourselves,
that it's rude to think that we deserve a better partner, better people in our lives, better opportunities
even when we do
and it takes courage to start to value ourselves and to take a long, hard look at our lives and go
"yeah, I deserve this"
and then actually go for it.
One of my favourite authors said something lovely about courage, which I'm going to end with here before I get too flowery
(so have a lovely weekend, and always remember):
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
- Anais Nin
Missed Hip Hop Sunday because it was hot
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and I was drinking sacawine and mojitos left over from Folk Fest and BBQing like a mofo and seeing a Fringe play and otherwise out and about enjoying the fact that it was +40 and not -40
which it was for a lot of 2014, which sucked.
To make up for it here's a super cool vid/song from The Zolas who I may have blogged about before but whatever
sometimes you gotta reshare what's good, y'know?
Yeah, you know.
Friday we rocked out with Rokk Stark aka Adam for his bday at Yellow Dog where I had a really lame pizza
(but it only cost $12 plus a pint I can't really complain, I guess)
and then at the King's Head where pints and laughs and good times were had
and yr girl passed out around 1am because we had to run Colour Me Rad the next day
(which I still woke up late to do, but whatever)
which was Rad As Hell mostly because John, Amber and I spent the entire time cackling and goofing off and being ridiculous
as per usual
afterwards we inhaled huge burritos from Burrito Del Rio which aren't pictured because I was too busy stuffing it into my starving face.
Later that night we hit up the Fringe hard and checked out Chase and Stacey's Joyride which I can't recommend enough
and also No Tweed Too Tight: Another Grant Canyon Mystery which we saw last night
which was on the 2nd floor of The King's Head which was perfect because you could order food n pints before the show
(which we did, of course)
and was absolutely hilarious. Usually yr girl is wary of one-man shows but it was just too perfect.
Even when he had to kick that super drunk lady out of the venue because she wouldn't stfu
oh and then that other person's phone kept ringing??
because apparently peeps don't know how to watch a show these days.
except me who sat and drank my beer and laughed like a mofo and held hands and smiled
because life is divine.
Deal with it.
There's this great Ethiopian place downtown
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where I went for dinner last night called Kokeb which is currently located next to the Hydro Building but used to be across from the LC on Ellice when I first went there when I was 18.
I hated it then but I love it now which just goes to show what a close-minded young person I was.
It was wonderful except for the fact that the tvs on the wall were on super loud and there was this obnoxious short woman talking to some NBA player about what people were wearing to some sort of award ceremony and What Celebrities Are Wearing is right up there on my List Of Things I Don't Care About which looks roughly like this:
1. What Kind of Smartphone You Have
2. Michael Bay Movies
3. What Celebrities Are Wearing
4. Drake
5. What Your Baby Did Today
6. What's Inside A Hot Dog
8. Anything Ann Coulter Says
9. Bronies
10. Small Dogs
besides that though it was great and I stuffed myself full of meat and veg and pickled beets and drank a beer, also.
Instead of going home which would have been lame we walked through several parks and drank iced coffees and played in fountains until it got dark.
Which is a pretty stellar way to end a Wednesday evening in the summertime.
This photo contains every human being in existence, except for the one
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It's totally crazy when you think about it.
Which you should, and often.
Looking at this photo makes me feel funny inside
like when a plane is taking off and everything inside you feels like floating.
It makes me feel so small and so huge and so
very, very lucky.
Which we all are.
So go hug yr mum.
Text yr friends and tell 'em you love 'em.
Forget whatever you were stressed out about, because it really doesn't matter.
We're all in this
together.
Of Truth and Magic
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is a movie that J and I decided to check out based on a review from The Uniter that went something like this:
which was a pretty bold statement to make, so not knowing anything else about the movie at all we headed down to the Cinémetheque last Thursday to see what all the in-print fuss was about.
We weren't disappointed.
In addition to screening the film itself the evening also included an adorable speech by local filmmaker Curtis L. Wiebe, who wrote and directed and starred in the film.
And also several of his other short films, which were all charming and cute as f.
And also a bunch of live music, including a song which featured a string quartet.
And all that before the movie, which is what we originally showed up to see
originally not having any idea what we were in for
which turned out to be so much better than we could have imagined.
(The film, by the way, is just as good as The Uniter promised it would be.)
You can check out all of Curtis L. Wiebe's work here, which I highly recommend that you do
I brought this on myself
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when I insisted that he buy it.
The weird, striped belly top with blown-out armpits.
Which he tried on over his shirt while the dude running the yard sale laughed at us.
"You have to!" I said "it's perfect for festivals!"
Yesterday he wore it during Canada Day, for funsies
and the arms ripped off
and now it's just a Sick Vest.
Most people would be appalled and weirded out
but not me
I just enable the weirdness.
Sunday Zoo Date
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Sometimes, on one of the few nice days that yr city has had in a while, you have to go out on a date to Assiniboine Park and hit up the zoo.
Mostly because it's a charming & cute thing to do, but mostly because prices are going up by almost $10 next week and I like to save a dime where I can.
I hadn't been to the zoo in a few years and didn't remember there being anything this neat, so we hung around and oggled the emus and kangaroos while secretly sipping white wine.
We also have a toucan house which has an ocelot in it and if you whisper sweet nothings to it through the glass while it's cleaning itself it'll get a boner which will make families freak out because kids can't know that animals have penises, or something
and you high-five the ocelot later because that was rad.
We also have a bunch of teeny monkeys and also birds with rad hairdos, pictured below:
I also spent a good part of the afternoon kinda stalking this couple who was wandering around.
They were too cute and he kept putting her on his shoulders so she could see, or pointing out stuff that she was missing because she kept tryna hold his hand or kiss him instead and he was all
look at these animals, you lovestruck fool
(or at least I think that's what he was saying)
So it was a big surprise when the super-cute couple came up and asked to take our photo because they thought we were super cute.
Which basically means that we won at the zoo that day.
Our last stop was the Discovery Centre which did this promotion when it was being built where you could come and have yr hand/foot on a tile on the wall.
My mum says that my baby self was being really difficult that day so instead of my hands they put my feet on the tile
but I like to think that I was just trying to stand out.
After we finished oogling my cute baby footprint and also staring at spiders and toads we went for ice cream at Sargeant Sundae which is kind of a prerequisite to visiting Ass Park during the summertime.
I had a hot fudge sundae and John has an old man-style dipped cone.
Afterward we lay around on the grass and read to each other and generally grossed out everyone around us with our antics and dumb giggling
which is pretty par for the course.
Fallout
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Nobody ever tells you about
the collateral damage of a nuclear relationship
the people caught in the fallout
contaminated by our black rain.
How did we not know
the levels of toxicity in the air
burning us up from the inside-out?
As we walked hand in hand, oblivious
we left our Geiger counters at home.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.
People we once knew now exist only
as shadow versions of themselves
seared into our brittle bones
their outlines are visible
but we can’t see their insides
their burned-out pinks and reds.
They say that the hurt will decay exponentially
we’ll lose it like deciduous teeth
while we wait out our half-life in shelters
secretly doubting the halving thickness.
In the aftermath
we measure our heartbreak in roentgens
wandering our personal wastelands
toxic ash in our mouths
hearts in decay.
Closure Dreams
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After every major life event (read: breakup) I have there's obviously a time of mourning and a time for sads and etc.
That's natural and I think everyone has them.
For me I know that something in my life is truly over when I dream about it.
It happens without fail, and it happened last night.
After I'd looked through old photos and remembered the life that I used to share with someone else. After I'd thought stuff like
look how happy we were
how did we let this happen
where will he go from here?
and, obviously, with a twinge of sadness
he'll be this happy with someone else someday
which is true, and I hope happens for him sooner than later.
Last night I had a dream that he called me to pick up some stuff and he was living in The Roslyn, which is this huge amazing old building in Osborne Village
and also my very first apartment where I lived as a single gal for a year, and where I was living when we started dating.
In my dream I went up to the 6th floor where he was living (which doesn't exist) and though I know we talked in my dream I don't remember what we talked about
and at the end of our discussion his phone rang and I said
who's that
and he said
my girlfriend
and then I woke up and realized how truly over everything was.
This happens every time I go something life-changing, and I hadn't realized until now how much I've come to expect and rely on those closure dreams.
It's like my mind's way of saying "it's okay.
It's over, and everything will be okay."
It's funny how sometimes we need to fall back on ourselves more than we need to fall back on other people.
I expected the dream to make me sad, and is has, a little
but it made me feel a lot better, actually
because it's a signal that I can start to really move forward.
Everything will be okay, for both of us.
