...it's only a DAY away!!
Super big day tomorrow. I can't express how excited I am for tomorrow
to come, so I won't even attempt to describe it.
!!!!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Swatches, Colours & Paint... Oh My!
There are times when I enjoy having choices. Like when I'm eating lunch at Swiss Chalet. I like being able to choose between their famous french fries, sweet corn and sautéed mushrooms as a side. Sometimes I'm feeling the fried potatoey stuff, other days I'm itching for veggies drenched in oil.
But when I walked into the paint department today and saw shelves of tiny paint swatches, it was more overwhelming than seeing the many aisles of granite slabs. There were soooo many colours! Pale Cucumber, Cilantro Cream, Organic Field. Ummm... I'd refer to them all as "green".
So why paint colours? We were shopping for our future master bedroom wall colour. Because our bed set is ridiculously heavy, we'd rather paint the room now than have to move (and struggle with) the thing later. That leaves us with 3 days to find a paint colour we like, paint the bedroom, or at least the one wall, before our mattress and bed set arrive. Talk about pressure!
But when I walked into the paint department today and saw shelves of tiny paint swatches, it was more overwhelming than seeing the many aisles of granite slabs. There were soooo many colours! Pale Cucumber, Cilantro Cream, Organic Field. Ummm... I'd refer to them all as "green".
So why paint colours? We were shopping for our future master bedroom wall colour. Because our bed set is ridiculously heavy, we'd rather paint the room now than have to move (and struggle with) the thing later. That leaves us with 3 days to find a paint colour we like, paint the bedroom, or at least the one wall, before our mattress and bed set arrive. Talk about pressure!
The colour we want is a very pale-grey green. Nothing too bright, but enough to strike a subtle contrast with the 'warm grey' we chose with our house. So the search begins for our perfect green wall colour.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Granite & Tile Shopping
Long. That's what today was. We were scheduled to visit a couple of granite/marble shops and what I thought would take a mere few hours ended up lasting an entire afternoon. We looked through aisles and aisles of slabs only finding a couple we liked (which is pretty good considering the wide selection).
What we are looking for is something dark brown (but not black), not sparkley/speckley and not overly swirly. The one we liked best is called Antique Brown. The picture below looks a lot lighter, because of my flash, but is actually quite dark in person.
What we are looking for is something that will match our kitchen cabinets. Many people today were lugging their actual kitchen cabinet around, comparing it to the slabs (smart!)... sadly, we couldn't do that.
What we are looking for is something dark brown (but not black), not sparkley/speckley and not overly swirly. The one we liked best is called Antique Brown. The picture below looks a lot lighter, because of my flash, but is actually quite dark in person.
Also, we'll be switching up the tiles in the foyer. My father-in-law found some he really liked, mostly because of their uniqueness in size and shape. I like how one small change in tile size can make such a big difference in the overall look as a whole.
Wow. There is so much we want to do, and we don't even have our house yet! 3 more days until we get our keys!!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Pst... Can You Keep a Secret?
...
I've never had to cook for myself before. There, I said it. Deep breath now. Even after being married for almost a year, my mother-in-law cooks pretty much every night (talk about being spoiled, huh?). But that's about to change. And I'm scared. Yep, I am.
If you were to ask me to bake 200 cupcakes by this weeks end, I'd feel a lot more confident about that than having to cook a meal. I'm a baker. I do cookies and cakes. If you give me a recipe, I can follow it to the tee. Ask me to add a "pinch" (now what exactly constitutes a pinch?!) of salt and gauge something by how it tastes... you've pretty much kicked me off the horse.
But I'm thankful that my husband isn't a fussy eater. I'm the one with the long, and ever growing, won't-eat list. No chili / hot sauce, nothing that has eyes and can look at me, no raw fish (I'm a all-you-can-eat sashimi waster!), not a fan of seafood... and it continues.
The extent of my cooking expertise goes as far as my brother's DS game, "Cooking Mama" (featured above).
As I said, moving out is all about adventure... and adventurous eating I suppose.
I've never had to cook for myself before. There, I said it. Deep breath now. Even after being married for almost a year, my mother-in-law cooks pretty much every night (talk about being spoiled, huh?). But that's about to change. And I'm scared. Yep, I am.
If you were to ask me to bake 200 cupcakes by this weeks end, I'd feel a lot more confident about that than having to cook a meal. I'm a baker. I do cookies and cakes. If you give me a recipe, I can follow it to the tee. Ask me to add a "pinch" (now what exactly constitutes a pinch?!) of salt and gauge something by how it tastes... you've pretty much kicked me off the horse.
But I'm thankful that my husband isn't a fussy eater. I'm the one with the long, and ever growing, won't-eat list. No chili / hot sauce, nothing that has eyes and can look at me, no raw fish (I'm a all-you-can-eat sashimi waster!), not a fan of seafood... and it continues.
The extent of my cooking expertise goes as far as my brother's DS game, "Cooking Mama" (featured above).
As I said, moving out is all about adventure... and adventurous eating I suppose.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A 'Getting Started' Gift!
This is a rather late post, nevertheless, one I've been wanting to post for a while now. Two good friends of ours were married last August and to thank us for helping them plan the wedding (and the hubby for being in the wedding party!) they gave us a unique, yet very handy, gift(s). Voila!
It was one of the most thoughtful (and original) gifts I had ever received! I love how it's super practical - the items themselves AND the rubber maid box. I'll definitely have to follow her lead the next time a friend moves out. What an awesome gift idea!
It's a box of... stuff! From duct tape to detergent to a pizza pan, they thought of just about everything we'll need once we move out. I was shocked (and grateful) because I didn't know where to begin with buying random household necessities.
It was one of the most thoughtful (and original) gifts I had ever received! I love how it's super practical - the items themselves AND the rubber maid box. I'll definitely have to follow her lead the next time a friend moves out. What an awesome gift idea!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Early Bird...
This morning, I was up at 6:45am ready and bouncing for a day of supply teaching. I semi-curled my hair (which is something since I hardly ever do anything nice to my hair!) because I was so excited. The last time I supplied was before the Christmas holidays, so I was eager to see the students again.
7:30am rolled around and I still hadn't heard back from the VP who called me the day before. 10 minutes later and I received the call, "The teacher who called in sick... is feeling better." I don't think I'd ever been disappointed about someone feeling well, but I am thankful that whoever they are is better. So, I waited until 8:05am before waking the husband up, to his surprise.
What this morning taught me was that I can indeed wake up early and not absolutely dread it. In the past, doing morning devotions was difficult to even think about because I couldn't imagine waking up, and enjoying it, when it was still dark out. Impossible!
But today's eagerness, and lovely hair curling, showed me that if you're truly passionate about something, you'll do whatever it takes (sacrifice a little) - even if it means waking up before the world does. Ha! Like half the world isn't already up and on the way to work.
7:30am rolled around and I still hadn't heard back from the VP who called me the day before. 10 minutes later and I received the call, "The teacher who called in sick... is feeling better." I don't think I'd ever been disappointed about someone feeling well, but I am thankful that whoever they are is better. So, I waited until 8:05am before waking the husband up, to his surprise.
What this morning taught me was that I can indeed wake up early and not absolutely dread it. In the past, doing morning devotions was difficult to even think about because I couldn't imagine waking up, and enjoying it, when it was still dark out. Impossible!
But today's eagerness, and lovely hair curling, showed me that if you're truly passionate about something, you'll do whatever it takes (sacrifice a little) - even if it means waking up before the world does. Ha! Like half the world isn't already up and on the way to work.
"Oh Lord, in the morning you hear my voice;
in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch."
Psalm 5:3 (ESV)
What better way to start the day off than communing with God and waiting and watching for what He decides to do??
Monday, January 18, 2010
On Growing Up...
I guess it hasn't hit me yet.
In 9 days, we'll be moving out for good. I left my parents house when we were first married, but living 10 minutes away (7 if you get all the green lights) with my in-laws hardly constitutes a permanent change of scenery. But in nine days time, that's all going to change. A mere 7 minute drive will now be 45 minutes.
I still remember tearing up the first night we drove back to my in-laws. I was so overcome with emotion (and shame - I mean, who cries over 7 minutes of driving?) that I started crying in the passenger seat of the car because I was "moving out". But this time, I think (and hope!) I'll be able to take the change in stride.
It's like beginning a new adventure...
In 9 days, we'll be moving out for good. I left my parents house when we were first married, but living 10 minutes away (7 if you get all the green lights) with my in-laws hardly constitutes a permanent change of scenery. But in nine days time, that's all going to change. A mere 7 minute drive will now be 45 minutes.
I still remember tearing up the first night we drove back to my in-laws. I was so overcome with emotion (and shame - I mean, who cries over 7 minutes of driving?) that I started crying in the passenger seat of the car because I was "moving out". But this time, I think (and hope!) I'll be able to take the change in stride.
It's like beginning a new adventure...
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