I’m sick.
Clearly no one wants to talk to me because I look and sound
like I have been smoking a pack a day since I was four and have been forced to
walk across Canada all summer in the same outfit without showering. That might
be a little harsh but I bet you are get the picture, I feel pretty gross right
now.
My weekend was a celebration for my weakness for
carbohydrates disguised as my Grandmother MacDonald’s birthday. So I am feeling
doubly crappy today. It is like a massive food hangover crossed with a fall
flu. Yes, it is totally possible to be hung from food.
Anyways, I bet you never would have guessed that this blog
was crafted to wish my Grandmother MacDonald a big ole’ happy birthday. She
reads these blogs when I’m not around so someday she will stumble upon this and
hopefully smile.
My weekend was incredibly productive until the sickness hit
me Sunday morning after a quick staff meeting at work. The productivity started when I made a delicious dessert for our fish and chip party at my parent’s
house Saturday night. Peanut butter bar squares garnished with a little grated
skor bar.
To be honest with you, my food hangover pretty much centers
on these squares. My amazing dessert arrived at the party via a proxy and had
melted together so I may have had a little cry in my childhood bedroom with the
pan before supper. Yes, that happened. Sometimes I am a grown ass child about things. It is not a family event until
someone cries, right? That only lasted about 10 minutes and only a third of pan
was sacrificed to my sad. I call it having a sad. Having a sad happens every
once in a blue moon and usually before sickness hits.
On top of getting my bake on in a totally domestic fashion I
also crafted this weekend. Like most crafts, it sits nearly complete today
(Monday) and cost way more than just going to Walmart to buy the item that I
originally needed. Breanna and I set out to make corkboards this weekend,
hopefully next weekend we will finish them and I will tell you about them here
in the blog. You can see it truly is a beautiful work in progress…
As you can tell, now that we have a house I am attempting to
be more domestically inclined. This is really conflicting with my desire to not
bring in any crap to my house that I do not absolutely love for furniture. I
still do not have a dresser, but that is on my list of musts for the week. Our house is a mess.
Anyways, in my hunt for things to make our new house our own
I am constantly snooping around my family members homes for things we can use
for our house (with permission of course) and I found this hilarious read at my
grandmother’s house.
Part of me wants to read this cover-to-cover and learn from it. I hope this book was important and informative for
young adults in my Grandmother’s day (much like Adulting by Kelly Williams Brown was for me). And the cynical/bitchy part of me is angry that there are
only women on the cover of a book for “Young Canadians”. I am a little
conflicted; maybe I will come back to this topic in the future.
Regardless, a big “Happy Birthday” to Grannie MacDonald! I
was a tad craft-bitchy at her house on Sunday so I will leave this apology here as a permanent tribute to such an important lady in my life.
Sickness and failing miserably at crafts are not a good combination; I hope to
someday lose my temper and gain some patience. I also someday hope to be as happy
with a Palm Bay tiki girl for my birthday as you were after your trip to the LC with Lisa and Kim. Seriously.
Until then, I’m just a (temporarily) sick 25-year-old inadequate crafter with a weakness for carbs. Happy Birthday Gram, I love you!
