The Joy of Renting

Gratitude.

We had some horrendous wind and rain, which led to some sleep deprivation in the M household last night.

Why gratitude, you ask?  I’ll tell you…

When your barbecue cover somehow flies off into oblivion (despite it being bungee corded to both the deck and the BBQ), but your husband notices and rescues the barbecue of the balcony before it projectiles off as well.

When a chunk of your living room ceiling (that has never leaked before) caves in sometime in the wee hours of the morning, but does not hit your TV, other electronics or wedding photos. Also, that your husband is awake to clean up said chunk and the water that fell with it, put down buckets and call the rental office (who are coming today to survey the damage and do some repairs because apparently we aren’t the only ones who had that happen last night).

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When the window you swore was leaking last year during one storm, but then the maintenance person came and looked at it and said it was fine and it never seemed to cause a problem again (until now) starts dripping like a sieve, but you have enough towels to sop it up and the landlord is conveniently already coming in the morning to tend to our other leak.

When you realize that all of this went down in one night and probably won’t again until the next storm where the wind and rain blow just right.  At least you hope so.  Preferably, you hope it never happens again.

When you realize a 330 in the morning all of these things happened and you slept through them because your husband is a superhero night-hawk.

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When, at 330 in the morning, you and your husband can laugh about the fact, that we have never had problems with our apartment except for a broken drawer until RIGHT NOW.

When, at 330 in the morning, you and your husband realize that although we need to clean up the mess and protect the place from further damage, we are not responsible to fix it because that, my friends, is the beauty of renting.  And with that, we high-fived our prolonged schooling and general lack of funds to own a house with its added responsibility.

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When you see that it is kind of funny that I need to go drop off my signed lease sometime this week.

When you realize you have a home with heat that is mostly dry and things to protect and all of the things that many people don’t have.

Crick in the neck and Earworms

We had a fantastic weekend at home.

I, just before leaving moved my head wrong while yawning and now am having epic right sided neck spasms that have rendered me incapable of moving my head in very may directions and in a surprising amount of pain.  Quite surprising, in fact.

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I couldn’t help drive home.  I am bitter because I had things I wanted to get done, but I am stuck sitting on the couch staring straight ahead because everything makes me move my head and right now stretching things out and doing passive range of motion is not an option.  And I am back to work tomorrow (hooray for days off with sunshine).

I actually had a blog topic to write about too… But it feels too touchy feely to actually take the time to write about today.  I don’t think I am there yet.  I know things seem to be superficial and light and fluffy lately, but that is where I feel the writing needs to be at this point to feel okay about things.

Today’s prompt with the Daily Post is entitled “Earworm” and asks what song is stuck in your head or on repeat these days?  I like prompts on days when I don’t feel like writing about what I have been thinking about.  They help.

It is funny.  Our cat had ear mites when we got him.  A lot of ear mites.  So, not when I hear earworm, I think of his poor ears when they were full of mites and needing drops.

Back to music and figurative earworms…

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First of all, Patrick and I have had a vast discussion about how almost every song Taylor Swift has put out recently has been as annoying as all get out.  The most recent release is okay, but the last few have been dreadful.  Some people should just not try to be pop stars (okay, almost all).  And it seems that whenever we are going somewhere or doing something, the song “I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In” comes on and gets stuck in one of our heads and we then suck the other one in to our misery.

The irritating songs are the true earworms because they seem to eat away at you musically.

I will not add a clip of a YouTube video from the true earworm that is the aforementioned song.

A song that has been on repeat a lot for me in my head and on my iPhone and on the radio is “Carry On” by Fun. For the right reasons, too.  I think I like it because it has been a rough few weeks for me, so it has some sort of deeper emo meaning, but also it is strangely uplifiting too.

That one I will let you listen to, if you choose.

What are some of your earworms of the good variety or the brain sucking variety?

Weekly Photo (phoneography) Challenge: My Neighbourhood

It is phoneography month.  I use my phone to take pictures rather often because, well, it is with me… So, I was thrilled to see that this week’s photo challenge with the Daily Post is one specifically for your phone photos of your neighbourhood.

We haven’t lived in our current place for even a year, but I have managed to scrounge up a neighbourhood picture from every season and more!

When we came to town in the Spring to apartment hunt.  These are some anchors outside a museum all about maritime history…  I call it the boat museum.  We went in and explored the museum because they had a giant Titanic feature last year.  Patrick loves the Titanic and thus, he loved the museum.IMG_0219

In the summer, we only lived in town for a month in a bit before going back to home-home for a few rotations, nonetheless, we took a few pictures at the waterfront.IMG_3599 IMG_3629

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In the Fall, I took this shot on my walk home from work… It captures my obsession with the Fall leaves nicely.  I loved this stretch because although it was up hill, I got to crunch through leaves.IMG_0388 IMG_0389

In the Winter, it has often been too frosty for me to walk and haul my phone out for a picture, but I did get this picture of a civic landmark and historic site on a nice day this past January.IMG_0466

 

 

Vacation versus Redecoration

My staycation thus far has consisted of all kinds of awesomeness that I suspect the average person would consider dull.

A big chunk of my Monday was spent on house cleaning and some creative adventures that began with a Wal-Mart field trip with the Child (who is now local!).  I came home with several bags of decorating paraphernalia and a pair of orange rubber boots (finally, my feet will be dry when I walk home… Unlike what happened the day I wrote this post). Patrick was shocked to see the heap of stuff when I fell through the door with it all.

He was even more shocked to see the end result when we got home.

I did a full re-do of the bathroom.  I had this fabulous rainbow shower curtain that was getting disgusting beyond repair.  We actually picked out more “grown-up” print for the curtain, which also better matches the tile in the bathroom.  In other excitement, we got a new soap dispenser and toothbrush holder (that you can more easily clean).

The before curtain.  I loved it.  It still breaks my heart we had to part.

The before curtain. I loved it. It still breaks my heart we had to part.

Our new soap dispenser and toothbrush holder... Not that different from our old set, but cleaner and not disgusting anymore!

Our new soap dispenser and toothbrush holder… Not that different from our old set, but cleaner and not disgusting anymore!

Everything is more grown up, the bath mat is a dream... But we still kept the trusty rubber ducky for a taste of whimsy.

Everything is more grown up, the bath mat is a dream… But we still kept the trusty rubber ducky for a taste of whimsy.

I did not stop there… I then ironed my giant heap of ironing and our new orange curtains.

Yes, orange.

I then hung the curtains under the close supervision and “assistance” of Jeter (who did not get his afternoon nap for all the excitement).

Helpful Harry (er... Jeter).

Helpful Harry (er… Jeter).

I even made my own curtain ties with ribbon and snaps (for about $4.00… win).  It is strangely simple, all you have to do is measure out the length of ribbon to the desired length to hold the curtains back and then sew a snap on to the inside, so it is easy to fasten on and off.  I opted for long ends on the ribbon, so that it looks like a bow (almost).

The supplies... Delightful ribbon, measured (by wrapping it around the curtain and hook), snaps (from a dollar store sewing kit, thread and scissors.

The supplies… Delightful ribbon, measured (by wrapping it around the curtain and hook), snaps (from a dollar store sewing kit, thread and scissors.

The snaps sewn on.

The snaps sewn on.

The finished product.

The finished product.

More of the finished product.

More of the finished product.

I feel ridiculously accomplished.  Especially because I am not always that crafty.  I feel like homemade curtain ties are something that would be on Pinterest.  And thus that makes me feel super crafty.

Top that off with cooking a nice peppercorn trout with rice supper and I felt like a regular housewife (I still need to clean out the fridge and oven… A mission for another day).

I was excited.  Patrick was amazed at the transformation that my psycho redecorating took.  And I have yet to partner with the Child on the bench re-covering.

I told Patrick that night that I kind of like the whole vacation thing in combination with the whole housewife thing.  I contemplated quitting my job and just having babies.  He reminded me that being a housewife is not a vacation, which I know very well.  However, pretending to be a housewife is a part of my vacation because somedays I feel like medicine eats my life.  And that I will get time off when I eventually have a baby.  And that I am on vacation, so instead of scrubbing and rearranging the whole house, I might want to consider doing vacation things.  But, it is a change from my norm.  I swear, we did some vacation stuff too.

For instance, we went skating.  And I wore hockey skates for the first time in my life and realized that I like them better because they fit my feet better.  I resisted the urge to wear a helmet and fend off concussion (against my better judgement, but heck, I am on vacation, why not rebel?).  I didn’t fall once and we both returned with all of our limbs intact.  Plus, we burned sufficient calories that I justified a Beavertail dessert.

My boy-skates!

My boy-skates!

The rink... Beautiful night, complete with a full moon!

The rink… Beautiful night, complete with a full moon!

We survived!!

We survived!!

Om nom nom... Canadian delightfulness!

Om nom nom… Canadian delightfulness!

Love the vacation-y goodness!

Becoming Domesticated

I love being domestic in the stereotypical sense of the word.  I am still nesting… As in I am still trying to get settled in to our house just the way I like it.  I’m still not quite there yet.  We will get there at some point.  I only have time and funds to do that sort of stuff in increments (for instance, I have volunteered the Child to help me during my vacation in re-covering a bench in our apartment that has been cat-mangled).

I am not domestic in that I work so much and have priorities outside of the home such that I sometimes feel like I get behind on things.  Our bed is not always made, we are known to have dish mountains and sometimes I am known to really hunt for clean underwear in the mornings.  Thankfully, my husband is a superstar who isn’t afraid of the vacuum cleaner or the washing machine.

I saw a chore list posted on a friend’s Facebook wall that I acquired.  It has made its home with our postcard and magnet collection on our fridge (yes, some of my decorating tastes may be a bit juvenile by times, but it makes us happy).

The post-card/magnet stash (we had to get rid of some of the originals when we moved because there were too many... sad face).

The post-card/magnet stash (we had to get rid of some of the originals when we moved because there were too many… sad face).

The whole chore list thing re-motivated me.  That and that I hate having to power clean on one of my few rare Saturdays off.  So, having a list of things, some of which we do daily, some of which we procrastinate and then a division on non-daily stuff may help us get that stuff done more effectively.  Maybe.

The chore list... As stolen from a Google search on someone's Pinterest page (I still refuse to get Pinterest).

The chore list… As stolen from a Google search on someone’s Pinterest page (I still refuse to get Pinterest).

Since this weekend was a delightful (second in a row) weekend off, I not only cleaned, but I have had a chance to get groceries and do some cooking (and see the movie Quartet).

Tonight, we are having French Onion soup from scratch!  IMG_0517

  • All you need are 5 onions thinly sliced, 6 cloves of garlic, ½ cup of butter, 2 tablespoons of flour and a box of Campbell’s beef broth.  Oh, and bread and cheese.
  • You toast the bread in the oven until it is hard.
  • Fry the onions and garlic with butter until golden (that will take about 30 or 40 minutes).  The mix in the box of broth, bring to a boil, then simmer for 15 min.  Add the flour to thicken.
  • Drop in the bread chunks and cheese.

Om nom nom.

I sliced a chunk of my thumb off, but otherwise, it seems to have been a success.

I have also prepared a slow-cooker Cajun chicken recipe to cook while we are at work tomorrow (props to Patrick for volunteering to put the prepared meal in the cooker and turning it on at lunch so we don’t burn the house down (something about being out of the house more than 6-8h that can be problematic).  I didn’t quite have the right ingredients, but some spice variations (to the milder end) shouldn’t be a bad thing in this house.

Supper just waiting to be slow-cooked tomorrow.

Supper just waiting to be slow-cooked tomorrow.

All of this food prep means lots of deliciousness at work lunches this week (woot woot).

On a domestication note, my desk space at work is relatively homey complete with drawings from my “niece” and “nephews” and festive stationary paraphernalia. IMG_0505

On a childish (and head decorating instead of home decorating) note… Look at the fabulous headphones I purchased (for the same price as plain ones) after I finally broke the cord on my last set last week.

I like owls... And orange.  What else can I say?

I like owls… And orange. What else can I say?

To a happy work week (preferably full of food and clean houses)!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge with The Daily Post is entitled “Home.”  The prompt is to post a photo that means home to you.

Patrick and I have moved around a fair bit in the past few years.  In fact, I use home to delineate several places and sometimes I have a difficult time explaining where I am from or where home actually is for me.  Sometimes, it feels a bit frustrating.  But really, I think I am fortunate to have a few places to call home.

For us, home is more about love and connection than a single location.  People say, “home is where the heart is,” and although I find the saying cheesy, it is kind of true.  It is where our family and friends are.  Some place familiar.  So, really if I had to break it down, I would almost say we have three homes, all that have little bits of us in them.  All of which I look forward to returning to (some more than others).  So, I selected four multiple pictures that are home to me in the different ways I see home.

First of all, home is first and foremost where my husband is and where we choose to make a life for ourselves at any given point in time.

Classic wedding shot... Getting ready for the rest of our lives.

Classic wedding shot… Getting ready for the rest of our lives.

Second of all, home is where we grew up. Where both of our families are.  Where some of our closest friends are.

Patrick and his siblings with his Grandfather.

Patrick and his siblings with his Grandfather.

Memere, Pepere and the grandchildren.

Memere, Pepere and the grandchildren.

At my home-home church with my best friends and our Moms.

At my home-home church with my best friends and our Moms.

Third, our home is where we spent our first few years of marriages cultivating what we believe to be life-long friendships and growing in a culture somewhat different from our own.

Our island family.

Our island family.

Patrick and I at one of the most iconic stereotypical moments at our old home (well, near it, not quite at it).

Patrick and I at one of the most iconic stereotypical moments at our old home (well, near it, not quite at it).

And lastly, our home is our present place of residence with its rich history and the adventures that come with settling into a new place for a predictable period of time.

Exploring our new home.

Exploring our new home.

Playing in our new home.

Playing in our new home.

What means home to you?