Oh, once again how to choose, how to choose… Even leaving out the multitude of painfully shame-filled moments involving drunken escapades, bodily functions or ex-husbands, there’s still plenty. The time I was in Mexico and the hotel clerk asked me in English for my credit card and I responded with ‘no habla espanol’.. twice… (Rasa had to step in and save me on that one) Or the time I called a cat owner by her cat’s name (to be fair I had spent more time with the cat than her).
After a quick poll, I’ve decided to go with this oldie-but-a-goodie, from my Mexico trip when Paul and Rasa tied the knot at Chichen Itza.
It was a beautiful vacation, hanging out with my friends was wonderful and witnessing their wedding was one of the highlights of my life. We drank out of fruit, we ate delicious gazpacho, we went to the ruins, the gorgeous, spectacular ruins.
At the end of my trip, Paul and Rasa drove me to the airport and I was heading up the escalators thinking about how lucky I had been, to not be clumsy at all during the entire time, I didn’t fall down, or trip or anything and I was not wearing good shoes!
Daydreaming, I tripped stepping off the escalator into the small waiting room for departures from Merida. I fell like a ton of bricks and threw my arms out in front of me, my bags on one arm flying off to the left and my suitcase flying off to the right as I flew off the top of the elevator like Super-girl. In a panic and grabbing instinctively to cushion my fall I latched onto the rear end of the woman in front of me. A buxom, rotund older woman whose upper half whipped around to stare shocked at a bizarre Canadian woman grabbing her ass and shouting “gracias gracias” over and over again, which was the only thing I could remember amidst the sensation of my knees slamming into the floor the gasp of the collective waiting room and the woman herself.
An eternal moment of embarrassment later, she scurried away and I shamefully limped about the waiting room collecting my things and moaning from time to time about the state of my scraped and bruised knees. The stares eventually subsided. When I got home, my husband at the time took one look at my wrecked knees and quipped, “I thought I said no pool boys!”
I can be a bit of a superstitious person, but that seems to increase exponentially when I’m at a Toronto Rock Lacrosse game with my family. Collectively, we all get pretty weird.
Honestly, if one member of my clan leaves to get a drink or something and The Rock starts scoring, they are asked to not return right away. It’s gotten to the point where if you’re away and see that The Rock is scoring, you KNOW not to come back. I’ve seen my sister trying to watch the game at the door rather than come back and be cast away.
Heaven forbid that Mr. Fox say something like, “well, they’ll win now for sure.” Which he does just to see how wide my eyes get…you never say that. Never.
I’m not sure what it is about a sporting event that really brings out that superstitious “you can’t say that!!!” side of me…but it comes out. Big time.
I know a lot of people do a ‘give advice to my younger self’ sort of thing, but I never took anyone’s advice when I was younger, least of all my own. So, I want to take it back to a much younger self. For example, this younger self, this 2 year old self at my dad’s company picnic in Ottawa, circa the summer of 1978.
First of all, check out how adorable you are, little me! And I still stand in that terrible way with my knees pushed forward like that. I also still sport that charming “surly/confused” look on my face most of the time. Obviously I am about to deliver a powerhouse effect to this tug o’ war game, just as soon as I figure out what’s going on.
I don’t remember that game. But I do remember that bathing suit. Isn’t it awesome little me? The paperclip chain pattern is still compelling. And you can’t tell in this photo, but it was red and the chains were white and gold. CLASSIC.
Little Me, you just keep doing your thing. I mean, check out that belly. Its proud and probably full of hot dog. Ketchup only. Mustard comes later. Its going to be quite a bumpy ride to 38, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself, you crazy nut. But you’re going to make it!
You still have all your hair on top, so you must not have lost your blankey yet. That’s the first trial. Its probably the worst of it though, you’ll end up pulling out all your hair for months and months, throwing tantrums and being a wild thing. It’ll be okay, pink teddy will become a solid replacement over time and be a very faithful friend, even after an operation to remove his defunct music box. I still sometimes want to buy myself a replacement blankey. It was yellow and special.
A movie about me? I’m a little afraid of that. It’s not going to be the most interesting movie right now. Rasa: IT Geek, Blogger, Likes to Cook and Shop. No, I think this movie is going to need a little embellishment…some fun.
For the epic “all about me” movie, I think that I should be animated as a cartoon Fox, a la Disney’s Robin Hood. For those who haven’t seen it (and why haven’t you??), here is a clip:
Mary would be my animated Bear companion (albeit, a much smaller Bear than in this movie. Mary’s tiny.)
We would roam around on adventures, doing brave and noble deeds and generally getting into trouble, but the good kind of trouble.
Whose with me? What animated animal would you be?
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie
This book was the first Christie mystery I ever read and it hooked me good. I must have reread this one a thousand times and its always such a treat. One of the best things about Agatha Christie is that she wrote so many books, so once you’re a fan you have a huge library of great mysteries to choose from. This book really launched my love for mysteries and gave me a first glance and one of my favorite detectives of all time, the inimitable Hercule Poirot.
Fresh Wind Blowing by Grace Campbell
Gotta shout out for the family on this one. My great grandmother wrote a number of books that were popular back in the day, but this one has always been my favorite. Set in World War 2 and following the life of a young Canadian woman dealing with the loss of her twin brother and her continued acceptance of hope and life in the face of grief, this book was written after my great-grandmother suffered the loss of her twin sons both shot down over France within a month of each other. My great-grandmother died before I was born, but in this narrative and her other books as well, I hear her voice ringing through loud and clear. It sounds like mine!
The Chains That You Refuse by Elizabeth Bear
This is a relatively new collection of short stories. The book was a gift and I have read it again and again and I am always finding myself thinking about one or another of the strange and delightful and even horrifying stories in this collection. I loaned it to my mom for about 6 months and I’ll be damned if I didn’t regret it fairly regularly and then became ecstatically happy when she returned it. The Kit Marlowe story in particular I find captivating and have spent many hours thinking about. Its full of interesting ideas.
Whale Music by Paul Quarrington
Here’s another book that is on my short list simply because I cannot stop reading it. I stole my brother’s copy and read it and then refused to give it back. Eventually, I had to buy him a replacement. It sticks in my head and will not let go. Its the kind of book I like to read and reread, and then listen to the Beach Boys and read their biography, listen to copies of SMILE on youtube and then go back and read Whale Music again. Yes, I do that.
I love beauty products! If you want to read about what beauty products I consider essential for everyday use, you can see them in my beauty bag post, but picking only one that I can’t live without? Here are Make It Bittersweet, we agree that if we have to pick just one thing, it can only be SUNSCREEN.
We both wear sunscreen everyday. If you don’t, watch this video – we’re willing to bet it will convince you to start.
Favourite sunscreens? I personally love Kiehl’s Super Fluid. It’s SPF 50 and doesn’t break me out (that’s huge. Really.) Mary loves Neutrogena’s Healthy Defense Moisturizer SPF 45 with Helioplex.
What do you think? Is it fair to make us choose only one beauty product when it obviously has to be sunscreen??
While we love playing with the various Instagram filters, there is one editing app that we use more than anything here at Make It Bittersweet and it’s called GIMP.
GIMP (GNU Image Manipulation Program, in case you were wondering about the “interesting” name) is free, open source picture editing software. Imagine PhotoShop, but free! We love it here and use it all. the. time.
Pictures speak louder than words, right? To demonstrate the awesome power of GIMP, Mary has used our Angel picture to show you how versatile it can be when you’re editing pictures.
What do you think? Have we convinced you to give GIMP a try? If you’re interested, you can find out more about it HERE.
1. Grooming on public transit
This includes nail clipping, flossing, etc. How gross is this? It gets me every time. Take five more minutes in the bathroom people, do not make our commute your bathroom .
2. Not completing “The Cycle”
“The Cycle” is a term I’ve helpfully coined to remind others that when they, for example, take the ketchup bottle out of the fridge, they should PUT IT BACK IN THERE when they are done with it. Once the item in question is back in its home, “The Cycle” is complete. If you start a cycle, you are responsible for completing it. Do NOT leave me hanging.
3. Leaving traces
My motto for myself and others is generally, “Leave no trace.” That means, don’t throw trash on the ground, stinky socks on the floor, dirty dishes in the living room, hair in the drain, etc. I understand that we all have to…Function. But I don’t want to be dealing with your functioning. Or its vicious aftermath. Be aware. Leave no trace. It’s really much nicer this way, I promise.
4. Puke Surprise
The cat vomits in the night and you pretend that you’re sleeping and you know if I can’t stand knowing that a puddle of vomit is just hanging out so I will have to get up and deal with it and now that I think about it, I’m the one with the problem…well, maybe I should be the one to get up and clean it if it can’t wait until morning when, inevitably, I will awaken first and step in it, okay, never mind…
5. Disrespect in the Quiet Zone
This one’s gets me all the time. Quiet. Zone. In other words, close the mouth and stop with the speaking, for God’s sake people. Respect the Quiet Zone. It is sacred. It is beautiful. It is….Silent. And if you want to blab away on your phone or have a loud conversation, there is the rest of the train. Go sit there. No really, GO AWAY.
Exiting the train while watching a video on your smart phone, texting or otherwise not looking where you are going or paying attention to what you are doing. In other words.. WAKE UP!!! YOU ARE INTERACTING WITH THE WORLD OUT HERE!
7. And last but not least… Crap headphones.
I’m looking at you ipod with your wretched white ear buds, or any other crap headphones that project a nightmarish tinny mockery of whatever wretched thing you call music and are currently sharing with everyone around you. I actually hate you. Moderately priced good quality headphones are not rare. Do not invade my personal auditory space.
Also, get off my lawn.
A dream vacation. Serious…what to choose? There are so many options, I couldn’t possibly decide. I’ve never been to Mexico City and would LOVE to see the Pyramid of the Sun. My husband has never seen Mexico City or Oaxaca…I would love to show him both. Then there are whole other options…The Azores, Bali, Fiji, all of Europe. How to decide?
To be honest, my dream vacation right now is actually being able to go on a vacation. I made a choice to start working in a small business with my Husband and it’s very hard for us to get away…especially both of us. Also, my youngest cat was recently diagnosed with diabetes and needs two insulin shots per day. This makes it difficult to take a day trip, much less a full blown vacation.
Still I wouldn’t change it…well, except for my cat having diabetes. I would totally change that if I could. In the meantime, I will daydream about vacations and make sure that when we can finally get away, it’s for a crazy, amazing thing. Since part of the fun for me has always been planning the vacation, I’ll continue to dream right now of the perfect trip.
Anyone else in the same boat? If you are going away on vacation – have an amazing time!