So what's new?

As I logged on here this morning I realized that I have really been neglecting this blog. So much for trying to share my ramblings with the world, or well more accurately, just myself.

Part of the lack of bloggage (I know, I just made it up) is that there really hasn't been that much excitement going on here. No snow storms, nothing newsworthy. In fact, I realized during the course of my work week last week that I am quite boring. Or as I like to call it "stuck in a holding pattern". Sounds much better than plain old boring.

With my job I see a ton of people through the course of the week. And when I do see these people we're usually in the same room together for up to an hour at a time, so the regulars and I tend to get to know each other fairly well. All these people inevitably leads to the polite conversation that (hopefully) leads to the less boring conversation. "So what's new?" Not horrible a question really. But when countless times a day 5 days a week, it can be very annoying.

My answer you ask? Well it all depended on the person. How well I knew them, how well they knew me, and how in depth an answer they would expect. For most people the typical flip response was given: "Same stuff, different day." Which for the most part is true.

I mean, how many people want to know that I haven't really been feeling like myself lately? How many people want to know that every morning I wake up and do a mental calculation of how many hours will pass before I get to climb back into bed that night? How many people want to know that although I thank God everyday for my husband, my career, our small, but comfy apartment, my health, and my family and friends, I long for something more? I dream of the day when we will finally be ready to own our own home, the time when we will be ready to start a family of our own. Lately no matter how many times I remind myself of the blessings in my life (I have many) I just feel a hollowness, a void.

I wake up every morning and go through the motions. Unfortunately I've become very good at it. I know what to say to what person. I know when to call my family and friends so they won't suspect that I'm avoiding them, and more importantly what to say so they don't think anything is wrong. Only my darling Andre, knows about this void, and even he doesn't even know the extent of how deeply I feel it. My best friend I think has suspected something in moments of weakness on my part, but I *think* I was able to recover quickly enough.

Hopefully as the snow melts and flows away so will this discontentment that I have been feeling.

Now in the hopes of ending this blog on a slightly more upbeat note I will finish with a picture of our cat that Andre snapped earlier this month.

Winter Blahs and Babies

So we got hammered with yet another snowstorm yesterday. I've lost count the number of storms that we've received this winter. Now I'm Canadian, so I'm used to the cold, and my fair share of snow, but this winter I'm waving the white flag, I surrender!! Of course with the amount of snow that we now have piled on our front lawn you wouldn't be able to see the flag.

Here are some pictures of my darling husband shovelling for the first time just shortly before lunch.


On a completely different note I went baby shopping with my mother today after church for my best friend's baby shower that is coming up. I absolutely love shopping for baby stuff. Everything is so little and so cute (and so expensive!). We found a wonderful sales woman who led us all through Sears helping us track down the items we wanted from the registry. We found cute little onesies with "Party in my crib, 2am" and "I'm new here" on them. They are absolutely adorable.

I would've loved to have gotten some sex-specific clothing but my friend and her husband want to be surprised when the baby is born. Needless to say the baby will be wearing quite a bit of yellow and green for the first six months!

It was fun checking out some of the cribs, and other items, daydreaming with my mom when she gets to shop for a grandchild of her own, and when Andre and I will be expecting a baby of our own one day, God willing.

That's about it for now!

The little things

Both of us were working late tonight, what is becoming all too common lately. When we finally get home tonight I start to think while we're warming up some leftovers for dinner. Sometimes I think I get so caught up in all the nights that we don't get to spend any time together, that I loose sight of the times that we do get to spend together.

At that moment when we're both trying to get everything ready in our too small kitchen and the cat is meowing like crazy because he's so happy we're finally home, I was just so thankful. After our long day even though we don't have a ton of time together we had that moment so share our experiences and share that meal together. Those moments are the things that help me get through the madness that is our life.

Oh Valentine's Day...

I have to say that I'm not really a fan. It's an opinion that I carried over from my bitter single days. All those men being all googly, spending crazy amounts of money on flowers and chocolate, when half the time they can't even remember to put the seat down after they pee. It's just stupid.

Leave it to me to marry possibly the most sappy man on the planet. He's the guy that spends the time wandering down the aisle at Hallmark trying to find that "perfect" card. The card that will bring tears to my eyes as I read it. The man who told me that he would've felt empty inside if he didn't spend way too much money on that bouquet of red roses. The man who told me that he had to buy me more than just that Toblerone bar, because what good husband just buys his wife a Toblerone for Valentine's day?

Fast forward to the Monday following Valentine's Day (a holiday for us). I'm rushing around the apartment trying to tidy up, get the dishes done and get dinner thrown in the slow cooker before we have to rush out the door to meet friends for an afternoon movie.

Where is that fabulous, romantic husband while I'm doing all this? Sitting leisurely enjoying his lunch, completely oblivious to the crazy, seething woman that is running around like a crazy person.

I'm starting to think that instead of that Toblerone, I would rather he offer to take out the last load of laundry out of the dryer and fold it without me having to remind him that his boxer shorts did not clean and dry themselves. Instead of the roses, I would rather he wipe the counter and stove down after every meal so I don't have to scrub it.

I think next year I will put these items on my Valentine's list.

Done with Winter

I am done, finished, finito. I want winter to be over!!!

Now don't get me wrong, normally I love winter. I love watching the snow fall, having everything that is normall all icky and ugly all covered in beautiful fluffy snowflakes. This year though, I am not a fan.

We have had three storms in less than two weeks. It seems like all we do is shovel, shovel, shovel. To make matters worse we're renters of a basement apartment, so we're parking on the street. Oh how fun it is to dig the car out of that! Combine that with the fact that Andre drives a shuttle bus for a living, I am a nervous mess everytime that we're having a storm and he is at work.

So now even though I don't have to work until late afternoon tomorrow I will have to get up early to help shovel the car out before Andre has to leave for work at 11. What a good little wifey I am :o)