I Used to Be a Pothead in High School

by - September 09, 2011

So excuse the randomness of this post.  Because there is a whole plethora of things that don't fit together, but still make sense in my mind.  Sometimes I still feel like that hippie, with my thoughts that just appear and whatnot, and then I remember that I stopped smoking pot a long time ago. On account of it making me insane. I can't handle my shit anymore guys!! AHHHHH!

High school was a battlefield for me. I did a lot of drugs to try and be cool, to coast through. And then I got myself kicked out at 15. But that was cool. It was an opportunity to try something new, something different. So I lived on my own for a while. And when I did decide to go back to school, it was on my own terms. MY WAY.  

I am wearing JEGGINGS by the way.  Shoot me, but then compliment me. I have lost over TWENTY POUNDS since I started this weight loss journey, so jeggings are being worn whether I look a fool or not. Not bad for a 31-year-old broad huh?

This 'theme' of doing things my way has followed me through life. High school, and then university, I chose a different way of doing things. Things that have sometimes labelled me a trouble-maker. I get it from my father, he has always had a HUGE problem with authority and he has passed that down to me. Dave and I are not traditional (not that there is anything wrong with that!), we are more fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type people. What comes will come. Isn't that a nice way to be maybe? We live on love, not worrying about tomorrow and where we should be in life. What does that even mean anyway?

Beautiful sunsets these last few nights.

I work a 9-5 job, and that means nothing to me. It's a means to an end. My day begins at 6PM when I am out of there, not looking back, not thinking of anything that has to do with work. My brain is conjuring up my next adventure for the day, figuring the amount of hours left to have fun.  Work is a battleground as well, one where I have learned to keep my mouth shut a lot of the time.  I choose my battles now. Because nobody likes the troublemaker right?  Because I question things. Never content to just sit and take what is handed to me, just because someone says I should. No, now I sit back and don't let things get to me as much when people come in and right away think they can shit all over you because of their higher titles. Because at the end of the day, I have been there for five years, and I have seen countless people with so called 'higher status' come and go....yet I am still there.   

It's cool, this guy keeps me sane. Because his face is so amazing. And he knows how to be with me and love me, a square peg in a round hole (ewww....I said hole) because he is the same.

I was excited to make dinner tonight. On the way to the grocery store, I suggested we pick up some coffee or something of the sort. I got a chai latte, which instantly reminded me of winter, and one of my favourite places in Kingston (where I went to uni) that served Moroccan soup that was to die for...fire in your belly warmth...and chai tea ( a bit redundant no?). I would make the trek back there just for some of that soup and tea...it's worth the drive to Kingston!

I forgot to ask for lactose free. I could only drink half and then had to chuck it. And then I sported a giant belly in the grocery store.  But shit that half was good.

Dave was carrying on about not aiming correctly and I was too busy smiling my best pageant smile. Cool Dave. 

FALL WATCH 2011 IS ON! I have been scouring the trees for colour. Because I noticed at least two weeks ago that they are already changing. It's been pretty chilly here lately, so I think they are being tricked into changing earlier. Soon, SNOW WATCH 2011 will be on. Bummer.


More evidence.

Cool blurriness. It's ok though, because you are seeing the world through my eyes. I have been staying up WAY too late these days (half insomnia, half my fault) on account of not wanting to miss all the fun, and I have been walking around in a daze. Even Dave is being affected by it and he is worse than I am at getting sleep. We are all wrong for each other I tell you. I need a man who is in bed by 8PM. UGH, could you imagine? There is time to sleep when....well, later, when you are super old. Or dead.

It's like x-ray vision or something. No, not really. We have been watching David Attenborough's Life in the Undergrowth documentary series, and I have been looking at plants, in relation to the bugs that hang out on them, differently. Seriously, these docs are AWESOME. I can't get enough of them. They horrify me and thrill me at the same time. I find that my face is frozen in a disgusted grimace half the time, and the other half in awe of the beauty of what goes on in the creepy crawly world. A must see, whether you like bugs or not.

The universe is trying to send me a message.  Also, I don't believe in horoscopes AT ALL, I think they should be viewed all in good fun, but mine today was SPOT ON.  Kind of freaked me out a bit. I told Dave about it and he was like, 'whoa'. I have been a bit spazzy lately...time to take my head out of ass.

Ok...hmmm...I see your vision Dave...good camera skills...

Happiness equals lemon spaghetti.

This is parked on the sidewalk on our street.  Not like, parts of it are hanging over the sidewalk because it's on someone's driveway...no. It is fully on the sidewalk so that when you walk on the sidewalk....oh right, you can't. Because there is a bus parked there.

My end of Summer Fall shoes have been dusted off.  Still don't need any socks, but getting there.

Our ivy is finally starting to grow. And now it's going to die because of the Fall.  Just kidding, ivy doesn't die. It survives and comes back to grow all over everything and you lose control of it and it grows all over you and kills you.  Sorry...that was an episode of He-Man I watched last week. No one died don't worry, the masturbator of the universe saved everyone.

Oh awesome. Our garbage weed plant is still growing too. This has never been watered, never been touched, never been lovingly spoken to.  And yet it continues to grow. Cocaine's a helluva drug.

Look at me!  I am a pervy peeping tom, watching Dave through the screen while he cooks for the cats. Take off your pants!

Oh my god. This picture melts my heart. Her face...her sweet little face. She just wants to be fed. Why can't we feed her? She promises she will be good.

While we lovingly cook you your food that breaks the bank every month Mikah, Dave will cuddle you and love you, because that is what we do as psycho pet owners...we put them first.

I made lemon spaghetti tonight. That is why I was excited and happy. First time trying the recipe, and it was DELICIOUS. You can find the it here. It's one of Giada's, and she is H-O-T. And never mind the q-tips.  

Drool worthy. I switched the parm to romano. Sharper, therefore more delicious.

Life is good people.  It's the little things, like lemon spaghetti and a glass of wine, that make me happy.

What makes you happy?  

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