This year is a month in, already and I can admit I’m not doing the best at my goals, but I can also say that I’ve been a wee bit slow on getting back into the groove of things after Christmas break. No excuse, really.
Here’s the check-in.
On School: I’m finally getting into some sort of routine as far as coursework is concerned, though I know I’ll have to work more efficiently and make better use of my time to at least do as well as the last term. My schedule works in my favour in terms of achieving goals, I just need to use my time better, amongst other things.
On the Home: The kitchen tends to look pretty good, though there has been a few days where I think we all fell on our faces in that respect and there’s a few spots that could use some attention. I’ve noted those and they are in the docket to be attended to. Housework is a team effort and I tend to have the constant thought that I could be doing better in keeping up my end of the bargain, but I think I’m slowly getting better at it. Again, time management. I spend a lot of time metaphorically ‘picking my nose’.
On reading: Well, I didn’t get the book read last month that I intended, but I still got a book read. The first four books of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series are packaged into one file on my Kindle. I’ve managed to complete A Game of Thrones and I’m partway through A Clash of Kings as it stands now. The part where I intended to have my daughter read to every night (whether by me or Tim) is sorely lacking. It could use more attention.
On writing: I know in one of my first posts, I said I would make my weekly blog posts on Fridays. For the most part, this hasn’t occurred until Sunday (which if I consider how I actually view my calendars, the week starts on Sunday, but I think that hardly matters here), but I’ve still been getting out at least one post a week. The same can’t be said for writing fiction. I have done nothing with that goal yet. Maybe my big goal should be around managing my time better?
On Food: Thus far? Fail. I mean, we eat… and it’s not the ‘box, bag, bottle, can’ diet every night, but I’ve done nothing with this so far (though, I guess the munchkin’s lunches have gotten better…). Time. It seems time is the theme here.
On fitness: I haven’t actually started making physical progress on this yet, but I’ve made intent. I have my first appointment for personal training at the college soon, so we’ll see where this ‘intent’ takes me.
And this concludes Check-In #1. I intend to check in on my goals with a post after the end of each month. This time, I’m asking for your input, dear reader. Could you look at my goals on the ’2012 Goals’ tab after reading this post and give me your thoughts? Am I asking too much of myself, are my goals too broad, too vague, too little or too much…. something else? I want your honest, straightforward opinion. Don’t be shy.
What’s this? A post only one day after the previous one?
Yes… but please believe me when I say that it probably won’t become a daily thing. However, please at least act surprised if it does and then ask me if I’m keeping up with my homework and housework – procrastination is unacceptable, after all. So, either I don’t realistically have the time or I’m not organized enough for such a thing. I can’t honestly tell you which it is. But that’s not the point of this post, so…
Over the past week or two, I’ve come to notice that one of my classmates takes advantage of the free personal training here at the college. Well, at first the dead giveaway is that she made use of the facilities because of the workout gear I’ve seen her touting around and the fact that she said so. But at the end of the week last week, I finally got to talking to her and she gave me the basic rundown of how the personal training works. ‘Gosh, that sounds easy!’, I thought.
In reality, I’ve been considering it since the beginning of LAST term. That means a whole… nearly five months now.
The truth? Just gathering up the initiative to merely talk to someone I don’t know makes me slightly nervous. It’s not nearly as bad as it was say, ten years ago, but it still happens. Now consider the fact that going to talk to people I don’t know about something I’ve never done before and that only makes me more nervous.
Today I told that unreasonable nervousness to bugger off and I went and booked an appointment to start personal training, because I’ve come to the conclusion that regular fitness simply isn’t going to occur and keep occurring without some form of guidance. Believe me, you have no idea how many times I’ve started and re-started running (it’s not hard, I just get distracted and lose my motivation on my own).
I used to rollerblade everywhere, walk everywhere, dance my butt off every weekend and play DDR once or twice a week for a couple hours at a time (don’t laugh, it actually counts as exercise in my head if it causes you to break a sweat and have to catch your breath! And it’s not embarrassing). I used to be fit to some degree and then I just stopped. Life happened, as it always does and I got distracted.
Childbirth and copious amounts of sitting on my p’tukkus later… I’m pokey. Not in the ‘I’m actually skinny in reality and the bodily excess is all in my head’ way. I mean, you can actually take a finger and press it into my stomach and it will go in a certain amount and bounce back when you remove said finger. There’s enough for a couple handfuls (and then some, because I plain well don’t have big hands!). To put it plainly, I am not in shape. Unless you like to take into consideration that ‘pear’ is a shape.
So I’m putting my foot down. I’m not the only one demanding progress in this area. So, root for me, if you will. You, dear reader, have every right to be disappointed if I don’t make progress.
Onward, as always,
A little late on the start-up, but I think ‘serious student’ mode is starting to kick in. Thank goodness.
Tim (the boyfriend) has been on duty today (yay, navy!) and though that should make getting just about any work done near-impossible as his being away means I’m the sole social contact my daughter has… I’ve actually managed to not only get coursework done, but also found time to not ignore the things that need(ed) doing around the house AND give the munchkin some degree of the attention she so desperately desires all the time. I’m not saying I’ve gotten everything done that needs doing (that would take all day and then some, to be honest) but I certainly made a valiant effort.
There are reasons why no matter what else I have to (or want to) do, the cleanliness of the house is important. Here’s just a few (and really, the only ones I can think of!):
1) Because Tim has a clean home as one of his values. I have to respect and uphold that… because on my lonesome I’m not the tidiest person you’d ever meet.
2) Because it makes him happy. Yes, I’ll just say happy, for the sake of good behaviour.
3) Because trying to get things done in the middle of a mess is an utter pain in the rear. Not to mention disgusting, especially if you’re trying to cook in a messy kitchen. And it’s harder to find things in a mess. (See, I’m learning!) Just don’t do it. Please.
I’ll admit that the majority of my drive to clean is because my man values a clean home and because it makes him happy. The minority of it is… well, when it’s clean it just looks so nice. I like things that look nice. Maybe some day I’ll clean because I want it for myself too, but for now that’s not the case.
On a different note, I recently (less than a month ago) became acquainted with DavidsTea. And fell in love with the company rather quickly. I have a favourite tea already and I’ve purchased two different mugs. One is red and has Space Invaders on it (in other words, I HAD TO HAVE IT!). The other is white with gold leaves and stuff on it (pretty!). I’ve nearly convinced myself I could do with a loose tea travel mug or thermos so I can bring my tea out the door with me! Aside from a cup of milk and a can of San Pellegrino Limonata, all I’ve drank today is tea. It’s really good.
Alright, that is all. For now.
Until next time,
I admit it. It’s terrible.
I’m having trouble getting back on the serious, studious student train. I haven’t read to the bratasaur in probably a week. I’m posting later this week than I generally intended to. I won’t make excuses, because there are none. To say… I finally got my hands on Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword and this is just horrible, horrible, horrible for my productivity.
I’m not saying I’m falling behind on schoolwork, because I am just barely in fact not falling behind. There’s some ailing little sliver of my quasi-responsible self that jabs me in the asscheeks regularly to remind me of my commitments enough that I manage to keep up where it would be truly detrimental to be not keeping up. Oh, yeah. And it was my lovey’s 38th birthday a few days back. Love you, sappy cheeseball.
Eck. Too much emotions. My mental faculties are proceeding with the hurling. Aaaand… onward!
So there was wind today. LOTS OF IT. The kind that makes rain go sideways and is kinda fun to watch but implants in you a deep seated urge to do the opposite of any activity that involves going out the front (or back) door. Alls I’m saying is there better not be any windstorm-like activity tomorrow morning or leaving the house to go to school will be one giant ball of unfun suckrock.
Oh and speaking of bratasaurs – so, the aforementioned tornado monkey comes clamouring down the stairs one day while I am trying to concentrate somewhat hard on something of at least moderate importance and exclaims:
“Mommy, are you going to DIE?!?”
In all honesty, I tried my hardest not to laugh as it was so utterly random. I managed the straight face quite well, actually. These random outbursts are to be expected from kindergarteners. Quite simply, my response was:
“No, not today. Is your table tidy?”
Straightface. I’m really quite good at that. In any case, I had been trying my darndest for near-on three days at that point to get her to clean her room. Some days she’s really quite good about picking up after herself (with the teensiest bit of prompting) and her room could remain perfectly tidy and in order for a week or more. But then it just utterly flees her and there’s nothing you could do to get her to pick up even just a few small items on the floor (like, a stuffed animal, an item or two of dirty laundry and her blanket and pillow, for example) and the mess instead snowballs into something that takes a week to get her to clean up. Oy. There has to be a better way of doing this.
Over and out.
The first week back to school after the Christmas break was pretty lax. My instructors are… well, I don’t have much of a opinion yet aside from that I think they’re all pretty decent people. I’ve only seen them each once or twice so far, but things are looking good from the outset… I do have final exams in all my courses this term, however. Last term I only had two. I’ll live.
Last week, I blathered on about my time in Montreal over Christmas break and left you all with something of a promise to say a little bit about the two-day side trip to Ottawa. Here goes…
My boyfriend, as wonderful a boyfriend as he most definitely is, proclaimed that I could not possibly be Canadian until I had been to Ottawa, been to Parliament Hill and been inside the parliament buildings. I could object (am I not Canadian by birth?) but I really did want to go to Ottawa, so I kept my mouth shut save for agreeing that we should most definitely go.
We set out at about 7am, picking up the boyfriend’s best friend on the way. It was about a 2 1/2 hour drive from Montreal to Ottawa. Lots of ‘deer and moose crossing’ signs, very few other vehicles and nary an OPP car to be seen (there was one when we stopped at a Tim Hortons a short while into our trip for breakfast – I’ll keep the ‘cop + donut’ stereotypes to myself. Cops like pizza where I come from…). All in all, a rather quiet drive. And pity, there were no hoofed animals to be seen, even with the proliferation of signs.
Our first stop upon getting into Ottawa was… well, to be completely honest, it was finding a parking spot in close proximity to the parliament buildings. Okay, that was completely unnecessary – it was the Parliament Buildings. Upon arriving at the aforementioned buildings, we discovered that it wouldn’t be a long wait to get on a tour. The tour itself was rather informative (and slightly amusing at some points). It’s a stop I’d recommend for most any visitor to the nation’s capital. My favourite room was the library. It had this wonderful smell to it. It’s a beautiful place, with white pine, cherry, oak and walnut woods in its structure, as far as I know. And all those books! Lovely.
Our other stops on the first day consisted of the Canada Aviation and Space Museum (very, very cool – lots of planes!), as well as the Ottawa facility of the Royal Canadian Mint (where all the shiny collector and investment coins are struck!). After our touring was done for the day, we checked in at our hotel and made plans for the evening – an evening that consisted of beer, food and friends, of course.
Day two, we visited the War Museum (that place is huge!) and the Science and Technology museum. I think my daughter would love the latter, along with the previously mentioned Aviation and Space museum. I think I’d like to take her to seem them later this year.
At the end of day two, we milled about in Ottawa before heading back to Montreal for our last day or so there.
I enjoyed every part of my two weeks on the east coast of the country and I’m always happy to return, as we no doubt will next winter.
Until next time,
Hi-dee-ho, neighbour. Welcome to the re-launch of ‘The Kaman Islands’.
Here we are, the last dregs of 6 January 2012 passing before our eyes. Only a couple more days until the start of Winter term at school and the end of my first full day back in my hometown after the nearly two weeks I straddled the year-end with in Montreal, visiting the boyfriend’s parents for Christmas and New Year’s. There’s a few things I have to say about my trip:
Beer, food, sleeping in.
Gods, it was glorious… not to mention more beer than I typically drink in an entire year, being not an overly voracious beer drinker (I tend to side with apple cider, vodka and red wine, mostly). It’s odd that for all my liking of B.C. microbrews – they are goddamned delicious, I tell you – that I find myself somewhat fond of Molson Export. I am completely clueless as to why.
I am always thankful for the hospitality of my in-laws. They are wonderful people to be around. Not only was the food made by my man’s mother quite delicious, their (his mother and father) taste in restaurants is delicious as well. I do heartily recommend a little place called O Thym (http://www.othym.com/) at 1112 boul. de Maisonneuve East in Montreal. I had some rather nommy venison after starting with an octopus salad that, upon being halfway through it, I said I would definitely eat it again. Any other time I find myself in Montreal, I would happily revisit this charming little place.
Still on the subject of food, I found myself returning to Boustan (http://www.boustan.ca), one of the places we stepped into on our rather brief visit to Montreal, Christmastime 2010. Some of the best Lebanese I’ve ever had, to the point where we wedged in not one, but two visits this time around.
I wish ‘bring your own wine’ restaurants were legal in B.C. – I would be a staunch supporter of them.
This trip to Montreal confirmed that the 2010 trip was far, far too short. I would go back yet again – in fact, coming home felt weird. I was getting used to Montreal.
Ah well. Here comes another year of life.
Coming soon to ‘The Kaman Islands’: A blog post addressing my first ever visit to Ottawa. At 27. Gods, I’m such a shut-in!
Damn, I’m tired.
Over and out.
P.S. – Kaman starts the year at the weight of 172.8 lbs. She is 5’6.5″ and is not getting any taller or shorter. Her shoe size is 8.5, but a 9 tends to suffice.