Thursday, July 03, 2014

Story Time: Boomer

I have always been a big fan of stories. My RSS feed is full of story tellers who capture my attention and contribute to my need for procrastination. I follow almost 100 blogs and today as I was reading a story I was thinking about which blogs I loved the most and why.

I've been quite nostalgic lately. Having many thoughts on life being too short and savouring the really happy times. I've been taking more pictures in an effort to capture those moments and cataloging them for future memory requiring moments.

I have all those pictures, perfectly filed and foldered for easy access. What I'm missing is the stories.

The blogs I love most are the blogs that tell stories. Will the pictures alone tell me all the stories? I think I need to write more.

I've drafted and re-drafted hundreds of stories about the past year, the past decade (oof!), and all the way back to the early days of no bathroom but a toilet in the middle of the kitchen (true story). They all just seem to carry on. I think I need to break them up. I think I need to focus. Or maybe I need to ditch the detail and describe instead the feelings. Or maybe I just need to hit publish.

Let's start slow and easy and let's hit publish.

This week marks five years of Boomer. He turns six this week and it's also the same week I picked him up, five years ago.

I'd been out of school for a few months. Newly graduated, newly living alone. I've always been a dog person, grown up with dogs and I knew it was only a matter of time before I found one of my own. I worked at home, lived across from a park, and had time to kill.

I didn't have the money for a purebred puppy so I went for the next best thing - the Humane Society. I didn't care what breed, just that it was small enough for me to lift on my own. And so one week after my first drop in I was the proud owner of one year old, 30 pound, then-Beacon-now-Boomer, breed unknown.

The next six months were brutal. Vomit in my car, poop in the house, destroyed cables, angry neighbours, and too many tears.

I remember sitting up one night, trying to get Boomer to settle into his crate for the night - something he'd been resisting. I'd think he was asleep so I'd start to inch away to my own bed only to have him bolt up and start whining. I have no idea where he'd been in the first year of his life but I'd wager there was some serious abandonment and a lack of any kind of structure. I shed many tears sitting in the doorway trying to read a book to keep my mind off of how miserable I was feeling and what a big mistake I thought I'd made.

I made a joke once that having Boomer was like having a baby only to be told it was no where near the same. This could only mean that having a baby was the worst terror of my life. How much worse could it be than sitting up all night hoping for him to sleep, never leaving the house because he'd freak out, and walking in circles in the park in hopes that it would tire him out. Also - cleaning up poop and puke. I was facing a harsh reality that real life is no cake walk like university life can sometimes suggest.

Six months in I met Rob. Eight months after that we moved into a house! with a yard! and a fence! and two people to walk him! and a quiet neighbourhood where you didn't have to worry about your dog stepping on broken glass or being woken up by the drunk university students walking down the street at 3:00am. Boomer belongs in the suburbs. It took him two days and he chilled out more than I had ever experienced.

I feel good about having rescued a dog but damn it was a lot of work. He's basically adapted at this point but he's still got a lot of stress and we enforce a lot of rules and boundaries to keep his structure. Someday he won't be here and we'll have a new dog. Maybe we'll get a puppy and train it from the start and maybe it'll be easier and maybe it won't be.

I don't care what all those people with babies told me and I don't care how trivial or trite it sounds - Boomer was my first baby.

Boomer was there when I was treated like crap by stupid guys and slept in my bed without judgement. Boomer always wants my attention and never rejects my affection. He doesn't get sick of me and nor do I of him. Boomer's life is about half over and there's no guarantee that the next half will be any better. Who cares? I love this freaking dog. Happy birthday, Boom-doggle!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Summer 2014 - Let's do this!

We are ONE MONTH away from the first day of SUMMER.


After the brutal Winter and lackluster Spring we've had I am keen to jump on the SUMMER train.

Inspired by one of my favourite bloggers - How Sweet Eats - who recently posted a Summer Bucket List, I present to you my summer wish list.


I got an ice cream maker a few years ago and I have used it a few times but I'm feeling like I should really push the limits. I've also found that ice cream is seriously easy to make and seriously impresses people. Presented with the equation of  "little effort + high payoff = ???" the answer could be a few things. Wearing a cotton dress (so comfortable and looks so cute!), BBQ'd asparagus (turn on grill, be amazed!), a sprinkle of salt in your chocolate milk (you are so sophisticated), and finally HOMEMADE ICE CREAM.

I have started a Pinterest board devoted to ice cream. Do you have a favourite??

Regarding eating ice cream: no explanation required.

My little pink workhorse churning away

2. Start making popsicles.

I also have a Pinterest board devoted to popsicles. Boozey popsicles? Yes please! A nice make-ahead treat for entertaining.

3. Stay out late, get up early, be outside

Everything is a little softer, a little lighter, a little easier when sitting on a deck at dawn or dusk. This is our second summer with the deck RB built and I feel like we increase the usable space in our house when the patio doors are open. The deck is right off the kitchen, perfect for breakfast eating and cocktail drinking. Join us?

4. Try to avoid blow-drying my hair

It gets so destroyed over the winter with blow dryers, straightening, and product. I think I'll try giving it a break for a week... maybe more!

5. Get to know a farmer (or several) at the farmer's market.

I am an avid market goer and yet I'm still a bit fuzzy on whats-what. I know there are stalls that don't sell their own product and I want to figure out who I'm buying from and where my food is coming from. I have narrowed it down to a few stalls that I would guess are local but I suppose I need to find out for certain.

6. Try some new cocktails

Our liquor cabinet runeth over. We don't drink a ton and when we do it's always so easy to just reach for a beer, especially since RB has become so obsessed with craft beer. There's always a new one to try. But that liquor just isn't going to drink itself. I like the idea of making a big pitcher of boozey punch before guests come over. Pre-made drinks makes for easy entertaining.

Do you have some fun planned for the summer??

Friday, May 02, 2014

Friday Favourites ver. 29

What are the haps internet peeps?

Nope, I haven't transmorphed into a hermit. 

Some favourite things of the past infitiy months!

1. Ahhhh Emma Stone, you sassy, beautiful, hilarious, creature. Don't ever stop.

After listening to that I promptly put this song on repeat and also... for who knows what reason... this song. The 90's are my #1 all-time, favourite decade for music. 

2. Super star food blogger The Pioneer Woman posted her top 32 favourite movies. I am embarrassed at how few I've seen but I will preach from the mountain tops how much I loved "Good Will Hunting", "Rain Main", and "The Lord of the Rings". (Uh I clearly have a thing for fantastical math geeks? huh?) Are your favourites on the list?? What's missing?

3. I picked up this dress at Banana Republic a few weeks ago and it is hella comfortable. Am I too old to say 'hella'?

4. This ode to cupcakes is PERFECT TRUTH. The cupcake will never die.

Related - a friend recently gifted me the Robicelli's cookbook and I want to quit my job and make every recipe. The job quitting is necessary as every recipe is extremely involved. And also: cupcakes.


6. Here are some pictures of my dog jumping in the snow THAT IS FINALLY GONE. Good riddance to winter.