Friday, July 15, 2005

The Year of Me

When I turned 29, I decided I would really start taking care of myself for the last year of my twenties.

I would attempt to avoid smoking cigarettes EVERY AGAIN. I can't say I've been successful however, I've stopped by packs when I go drinking so that's a start.

I also decided I would train for the Belfast marathon, which happens in April/May. I have since decided that perhaps I should try and do the half marathon but the whole motivation was really to try and keep me from smoking and hopefully I can keep that in my head.

I have been going to the gym for over a year now, not to only look good but more to feel good. I am at a loss if I haven't been active in 3 days.

I also decided to become a pamper girl. 'Take care of your skin and it will take care of you'. Perhaps it sounds decadent but I think it's a small cost to pay for a little enjoyment. Some people spend hundreds of dollars on holidays to the sun. I just need to go to the spa for a facial, manicure and pedicure and I feel refreshed.

The best thing to come out of all of my pamperness was my birthday money purchase of this fantastic product, Dermatologica. I never thought I would be excited to spend my money on skin care products, however, it's like a daily treat to yourself.

For years I had kinda patchy oily problem skin. It never really bothered me that much but only once I had a facial did I realise how my face could REALLY look.

I've actually stopped wearing any foundation because this stuff has made my skin look all one tone anyway.

I love the way it makes my skin feel, like it's breathing on its own. I love the moisturiser that is not oily. The toner spray that disperses in light drops evening across my face. The smell of clean. Not to mention the feel of no blackheads.

This may all go down the toilet if I ever decided to rough it in another country however for now, I'm enjoying the year of me.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Da Funk

After a 2 week holiday, I was back at work for 3 days

THEN

I had a weekend and 3 days off, this being the last day of my 5 day weekend.

THEN

I will go back to work for 2 days and then have 2 days off.

You would think I would have had time for my brain to create something at least half interesting to write about.

Am I in a rut? I don't know.

I'm not overworked at the minute. I don't have anything sucking my creativity away - in a good way.

I guess if you declare yourself a writer then sometimes the pressure to write must be unbearable.

I predominantly work in the publishing industry now and I suppose, by standards, I wouldn't consider myself on the writing end of the scale.

Being in promotion is creative. Being promotion for books is fantastic as it does combine two of my strongest joys.

Does this mean then that the blog has no purpose anymore? Was I blogging because I had no outlet? And now I have an outlet on a daily basis and don't need it anymore?

Since we moved into our new pad in April, I have not written once in my diary. I had gotten into a great habit of an every day entry.

Perhaps I need to get back to this and then I will get back to blogging.

I love reading other people's blogs about their daily lives, going on about dinners or events or eating chocolate or doing laundry.

Why do I think I don't have the potential to comment just as interestingly as they do?

Have I pigeoned holed myself in to this blog actually being about travelling and adventure? Perhaps I realise that I'm not acutally doing much of either right now.

Perhaps. Perhaps.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Resolve in the Face of Terror

At 6pm last night, as I was glued to the television with the details of the terrorism that struck London, I was taken aback by one simple sight.

As the helicpoter camera panned across the Thames, a commuter train was running to take people home. Not even 12 hours after the disaster that struck the city and the people of London were taking their city back.

They didn't panic. The emergency teams reacted so quickly. All the emergency prepardness exercises that have been going on for the past couple of years have paid off.

Dear Terrorists: This is what London is about. They have been down this road before and NO ONE not even you will stop all their little engines that could.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Equality

It's a fantastic feeling to get home at 530, put on your pjs and simply watch tv all night.

As I have given myself a break from the gym until Saturday, I don't really have anything else to do in the evening. Plus, as little tv as I watch, I do think I was going through withdrawls after all the visiting.

There I something to be said for just vegging.

As D works away in his home office until 10 or 11, I am free to choose what I want to watch. Who knew have the remote control could feel so liberating?

I did find D's limit, however, last night. As I scrolled through the new feature on NTL which allows you to watch any movie at ANY TIME, he popped his head back into the room.

'What are you doing?'

A - blank stare - 'Just looking'

'Hey, no watching movies without me.'

A - laugh laugh laugh 'And why not?'

'We're not spending £3 just because you're bored'.

Oh, I see, only spending money when we are BOTH bored.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Thank you

to D's parents for picking us up at the airport, making us yummy scrumptious bbq, continuing to house boxes of our stuff that AGAIN i did not get time to go through, for taking us back to the airport.....

to D's sisters L and S, for hanging out, catching up and of course, sitting in the sun....

to little B and tiny L for being so cute and full of energy.....

to J and Z for showing up after a romantic ring-getting dinner, for providing the wine, staying up late even though you both had to work so early, for the great conversation......

to my T.Dot friends for dropping everything mid-week to spend time with an old pal....

to J and L, the beautiful couple who's fairytale wedding was more than inspiring and who's smiles made me smile for many days after....

to E and the Tyeger - little man, you are cuter than you know. it's almost harder to write to you now that we've met but I'm sure i've got a few more words of wisdom to share. your mom is such a super lady. not sure what i would do without her. it's weird to think that we can get together and everything is exactly as it was when we were 16.....

to TLO for preparing to get married so that we could all have a great excuse to surprise you for your bachelorette and for understanding why i couldn't be there on your special day....

to my Grandma N for hosting a girl-generation evening at her house. so nice to reconnect with older relatives, expecially when you get to have your mom there...

to my mom for being home every sunday when I call so that when we see each other in person, it feels like we have always been hanging out, for giving me the best quality time with you, for all the laughter and for helping me find a dress WITH STRAPS......

to my dad who continues to be the life of the party, for remembering to bring us CDs of the band's latest music, for still giving the best guy hugs in the world.......

to my sister C who amongst her boxes and first-home-buying stress managed to spare moments for sister time, for letting me eat her bagels, for letting me crash on her couch, for letting me swim in her pool, for letting me host her here in Belfast in 4 weeks time!!....

to my Grandma P for always having food ready when i arrive, for still holding onto that N. Irish accent, for staying up late partying, for hugs....

to my cousins, one who will be a dad very soon, one who's flashy car was the hit of the party, one who will be off on her own adventure soon, for pulling together for the human pyramid picture we are always talking about....

to Canadian karma for giving me such great Canada day vibes, wonderful sun and a spectacular holiday....

now, off to battle jet lag....