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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

oh lawdy look what the cat dragged in...



1. Saige watched a ridiculous amount of Netflix over weekend - I'm talkin' triple quadruple the recommended limit for her age category. The house was hopping with renovation activity, Gabe was being an exceptionally good napper and I sorta forgot she was stowed away in her bedroom with the electronic babysitter (aka the iPad). Since Gabriel has like ZERO interest in television [sad but true] I've decided Saige can borrow his screen time hours; mom problem solved.

2. Up until a few days ago I was crying so much and so often that I stopped wearing eye makeup altogether. What can I say, this roller coaster's emotional. I would like to take this moment to thank my aesthetician and counsellor [neither of whom read my blog] for my incredible blue/black eyelash tint and my weekly TV tray of kleenex.

3. In the Tim Horton's drive-thru this morning I 'paid it forward' as in I bought another car their coffee. I thought this random act of kindness would be fun, but instead I felt like a fugitive criminal: continuously checking my rearview mirror, straining to hear their order [my generosity was capped at $10], whispering my intentions to the "barista" [not sure if they qualify for that title but I'm going with it] and then peeling out of the parking lot so the coffee-goer couldn't catch up to thank me [because that would be just too awkward]. Moral of my story: paying for a stranger's latte is much too much excitement for 9 a.m.

4. Call me a 'glass - or in this case Timmy's cup - is half empty' kinda gal, but I can't help but wonder if the "barista" pocketed my good deed and made the car pay for their order also? Why must I always think the worst of drive-thru attendants? 

5. Since we're currently living like sardines, I have no quiet place to read, think or write once the kids go to bed and Trev gets on the TV. Instead of pouting I've began retreating to our travel trailer parked in the driveway. I call it my 'woman cave' and it's basically awesome. Trev just rolls his eyes when I head out there for a few hours of creative peace - such a good sport he is. I wonder what the neighbours think of my nightly ritual? marital problems? meth lab?

6. Speaking of Trev being a good sport, I dragged him to a 'spiritual advisor' appointment last weekend and that sh*t was crazy. The lady knew far too many things she shouldn't, like about the hazelnut tree we cut down in the far right corner of our backyard [yes she was that specific]. Clearly this quarter life crisis of mine has me looking for answers in the strangest of places, but if apologizing to tree fairies (seriously) is what I need to do then... 
         Dearest Hazel, 
               I'm sorry I chopped you down. 
                                Sincerely, Lumberjack Knol

7. I've barely used my new camera - you know the one I had to have. You see I'm terrified it'll get lost, stolen or broken if I take it out of the house which sorta defeats the whole purpose of owning a nice camera. Further proof that having a therapist is entirely necessary right now.

8. Saige is not the only Netflix addict around here, Trev and I recently started watching "Orange is the New Black" [which isn't true BTW according to my fashion blogger sources] and I think it's confession enough to admit that I'm obsessed with that show. For those unfamiliar, there's an overwhelming amount of nudity, foul language and lesbian sex and yet I'd take it over "Walking Dead" any day of the week. Zombies suck.


LOOK WHAT ELSE THE CAT DRAGGED IN... 
                   another shocking confession

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On a more serious note, this blog and the people who read it [yes YOU] - have brought so much creativity and friendship into my life, that I'm trying to figure out a way I can monetize it and pay for plane fares. You see I need to meet all y'all (truly I do) and to help me convince Trev of this, I need to find ways to offset the costs associated with attending future blog conferences and/or flying to your hometown for slumber parties and sangrias. Any ideas on how to get rich blogging/writing? or better yet, do any of you have an uncle that's independently wealthy? throw me a message

22 comments:

Courtney Schutz said...

Reading your posts brings me such joy. Even though you have a lot of tough stuff in your path right now just know you bring joy to others. Btw you can always stay at casa de Schutz for free as long as your cool with a crazy kiddo, two dogs, a looney husband all in a 2 bedroom cottage then you are in!!! I'll even treat you to yummy baked goods and magazine reading by our apple tree ;.) xoxo

Barbara Matson said...

You should write a book! Or pitch your mothering/wifely wisdom to magazines my dear. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the way you write with such honesty and wit. Love. And I am hoping you win the kitchen mood board - I have decided that I don't think I am going to enter. Maybe if my inspiration hits, but I am going through a funk too. My creative mojo has left. So I sit and wallow in my misery. Hang in there. Fingers crossed you can head to Toronto - I LOVED it. Everyone there was so awesome! I am all for sleepovers and sangrias - maybe we should all come to you!

But recently I was asked by Etsy Canada to be part of their affiliate program, so I am hoping to make a bit of spare change. You can read Jen from Rambling Renovators blog to read more about it!

grillfusion.me said...

Sara, reading your post just brought a huge smile to my face! Actually it made my day, so thank you :) Oh and by the way my daughter is guilty (or should I say I am) of confession number one - yikes! and I love your woman cave....I need me a trailer!! ~heather

Lindsay Slobodzian said...

LOL, love the meth lab comment. Isn't it stinkin' hot out in that trailer? Or you just don't care?

Sara K {SaigeWisdom} said...

oh you better believe it has air conditioning - rest assured I would not be calling it awesome if it didn't have A/C.

Sara K {SaigeWisdom} said...

you have no idea how silly I feel shuffling out to the trailer with my laptop and notepad, but then I get in there and it's heaven... I've decided every woman needs a portable woman's cave. xo

Sara K {SaigeWisdom} said...

deal
io.

Randalin @ Harvesting Kale said...

Oh friend, how I've missed your confession posts!!! I'm always torn between reading the next point and rushing to the comments section so I can do the whole "ohmygod! Me too!" thing. That being said, there is no way someone at Tim Horton's can be called a barista. No way. Also, what are you doing drinking that sludge?! You deserve better. You deserve good coffee.

I'm totally on the Orange is the New Black bandwagon.

Nicole Lapierre said...

#5 - you joke, but when we first moved into our house my neighbors were constantly in the "shed". It was the fall, so the door was closed. I was convinced they were either doing something drug related or shooting really bad amateur "films". I now know they're just escaping their pre-teens... and only occasionally doing drug related things.

I think your woman cave idea is pure genius! And I hope you find a way to make your blog pay, I love reading your posts and it's so nice to find a great Canadian blog!

Erinn T said...

Okay, we need to get you to Edmonton for a visit - STAT! Come stay at casa' d'treb for a night and we can wine/chat it up, invite over Christine and Andrea, gab about blogging/photography or really just life in general, and perhaps have a little cry together! hahaha [that last part should be because of the amount of wine we'd intake!].
#slumberpartiesforoldladiesrule
xoe

Meg said...

I recently bought a new camera and have been feeling the same way! It's currently sitting on my mantel, staring at me because I hardly ever use it because I don't want anything to happen to it. *sigh* Maybe I'll take it out today and try breaking it in.

lissa said...

#3 -4 --- I think it's generous to give but your experience doesn't sound all that great. and yes, I would doubt the barista as well. it's hard to tell what people will do in situations like these.

#5 -- any place to have to yourself is good thing, no matter where

I wish I have some get-rich blog ideas but I'm the last person to ask but good luck with whatever you decide to do.

hope you have a sweet day.

Katrin said...

You are so sweet! I have never even thought about paying for somebody else's coffee (other than my friends of course). I will do that too.

Martha Woods said...

3-4: I would also find that incredibly stressful. I don't like for people to "catch" me doing something nice and try to thank me :P And you're not the only cynical one. I would also wonder (just a teeny-tiny bit) what happened to the money!

5: I bet they're all up in their windows looking through the blinds and trying to guess what you're doing! But having a space to yourself is so important. Nice that it has AC!!

Alyx said...

Dude. I'm pretty sure your neighbors are convinced you've got a meth lab. Maybe the shady ones will come a knockin' soon.

And I've always chickened out at the "pay it forward" thing, because with my luck, the people in the drive thru behind me will be drunk out of their minds and order 50 hashbrowns and 10 sausage, egg, and cheese mcmuffins. And then I'll be all, "Ohhhh never mind, I take my good deed back because I'm WAY too cheap to spend that kinda money on someone else's hashbrowns."

Start small with the camera... then eventually you'll take it everywhere with you. :)

Kyla @ Mommys Weird said...

I haven't been here forever. Sorry. Bad other BC Blogger, bad, bad.

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