Can you define your life in six words?

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I don’t know about some of the other fiveblondes, but my favourite website is Postsecret.com, and two of my favourite books are the two Postsecret books I own. Every weekend I (unlike most people) get excited for Sunday to roll around so that I can jump over to Postsecret.com and look at all the new secrets!

Even though I will always love Postsecret, I’ve found a couple of new sites/books kind of like it! One is Six Word Memoirs. This is a site where people post about their lives in SIX WORDS! It could be a part of their life, or something they’ve experienced, but I still find it fascinating! While I was looking at the Postsecret book on Amazon, it recommended me a book (don’t you love it when they recommend you books?). This book was called “Other People’s Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant To See”. This is by far the cutest book EVER! It has original pictures of love letters from random people that were found in random places around the world. Some of them are even on things like cocktail napkins, and some of them are heartbreak, like the word “liar” written 183 times.
Hope you enjoyed these books/sites, because I LOVE them!
Anyone else have any books like these that they love? Share!

By the way, I should probably STOP making blog posts in order to keep away from studying. I have a feeling it won’t be very helpful to my successful university career…

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Aug

16

My Lonely, Lonely Weekend.

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I love my job, they want me to come in Monday to Friday, 8:00am - 4:00pm and then go home and not think about work once. It’s great, really. Tim, on the other hand, sometimes has to work weekends at his beloved hotel. Not fun! Take this weekend, he just left for work at 8:30am and has to work tomorrow at the same time. So alas, my weekend will be spent all alone as my friends all have things going on. Wait did I just say friends? Maybe what I meant was FRIEND. Not that I am complaining, I am loving my life out here in the West. Today the plan is to get my hair done, then buy a small tube and plop my butt in it with a good book (read: The Time Traveller’s Wife - this is my fourth time reading it in Calgary alone) and travel down my favourite river.

When I told Tim this plan, I said he should call in sick to work.

“Tim, you should call in sick tomorrow and come tubing with me! Tell them you have … tuberculosis. No - tell them you have TUBE-erculosis. “

Oh, how I crack myself up. His parents (could I say my in-laws?) have been visiting all week. We went to a real small-town rodeo on Sunday, it was great. Pictures to come soon, after I get my hair cut. To me, getting my hair cut is actually WORSE than going to the dentist; I detest it. Even now as I am about to leave I am feeling a bit anxious and dreading it slightly. But I have my book, and my cell phone so that means I am ready to go and face the scissors.

Hopefully something so fun and amazing will happen this lonely weekend that will make it the best weekend yet!

Jul

11

Redeeming myself after a month long vacation from blogging

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You may have noticed that I have not written in here for a LONG time! Well I have good reasons… well sort of. I have had a crazily busy spring and start-of-summer. I have been away about 7 out of the last 10 weekends, I’d say. But don’t feel sorry for me, all of those weekends, aside from Brownie camp and a training weekend for a camp in Toronto, have been strictly for fun purposes - for example, a concert in Toronto (Leonard Cohen - AMAZING SHOW), a musical in Toronto (Dirty Dancing - also an amazing weekend!), visiting Kent’s family in Toronto, a weekend at my friend Rebecca’s cottage at Turkey Point, and I spent this past week at my best friend Michelle’s cottage in Muskoka. An excellent week of lots of boating, sunbathing, ATV-ing, waterskiing, tubing, campfire-ing, eating, and reading. I had a wonderful time hanging out with my two longest best friends and our boyfriends. And I will admit it - I was not one of the ones doing the waterskiing. Tubing I am okay with, but waterskiing just seems over the top scary to me, weirdly enough, considering I grew up snow-skiing and snowboarding just about every day in the winter. I have tried surfing while I was in South Africa, and I am not afraid of things like roller coasters or high diving boards. This week I decided it was probably because, while I swam in lakes and oceans tons as a child, I didn’t spend any time on boats (besides canoes) and I think I only have one memory of tubing as a kid and it does not end very well! We definitely were not deprived children, don’t get me wrong, but my parents preferred vacations (trips out west to visit family, camping trips everywhere, road trips through the States and Canada, trips to Disney World, Europe, ski vacations in Vermont…) to cottaging. I think I’ll be the same way when I’m a parent. Cottaging is relaxing and all, but I definitely prefer the excitement and culture that you get while travelling.

Anyways back to my point, today I visited Katelyn at work and I asked her if she had ever been waterskiing, and she answered “NO! I’m scared of it!” So I’ve decided that this is one thing we can blame on our childhood! Unless any of my sisters would like to prove me wrong… but I am okay with the idea that I will never be a waterskiier. Kent is naturally good at every sport he tries, he even tried waterskiing with one ski this week, and he will randomly pop out with facts like “Did you know I won the grade 11 athletic award in high school?” and “Did you know that I won an Ontario doubles tennis tournament when I was a kid?” So he has no fears about sports and is convinced that I HAVE to try waterskiing by the end of the summer, and I would be great at it, and why don’t I just try? I’m not so sure… my answer is MAYBE.

Now I am back home for the next few weekends, until Kent and I head to Toronto (again! We should really just move there…) for his friends’ wedding. Which is fine with me.. I am a social butterfly but I am also a homebody. Hence the fact that it is Friday night and all of my friends are out having fun and I am sitting at home waiting for my boyfriend to get home from work and listening to an outdoor concert that is going on in my town. Although I’m not sure anyone actually has to go to the concert because it is such a small town that everyone must be able to hear it from their decks! I love being home as long as I know that I have other options, then it seems more like a choice than simply my own loser-ness showing though. Tomorrow night I am heading to an outdoor Rascall Flatts concert with two friends from work and a few others.

I admit that I have not been taking any pictures this summer that I can post, well actually that isn’t true, I have been but they are all on my best friend Michelle’s camera. She lost her camera cord and so they haven’t made their way onto facebook yet, so here is a picture of me at her cottage from last summer!

Hope everyone else has been having an excellent summer too!!

Jun

26

An “I Love You” I Will Always Remember

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Tim and I have been in a relationship together for two years, seven months, and nineteen days, and approximately sixty-five thousand kisses. We are a pretty affectionate couple, and tell each other how much we love each other about seven or eight times a day, give or take a million. I will always fondly remember the first time he told me he loved me, but recently I had someone say those three magic words to me that may have even topped the first time he whispered them to me. It was … get ready … his mother! My possible future mother-in-law. I wouldn’t say that Tim’s mom and I are especially close or anything - I mean, I think she is a wonderful mother, and a great and very kind person and has never been anything less than supportive of me and Tim, but having lived two hours away from her while in University, topped with the fact that I don’t spend too many holidays there (because I can’t bear to leave my OWN family) .. well let’s just say that Tim has been to the Bontje farm on many many many more occasions than I have been to his.

The morning Tim and I took off on our adventure of a lifetime together, Tim’s mom, Maria, made us a big brekky and had some of her best friends over to say godbye to Tim (and me, I guess!). Well, by this time the car was jam-packed, we were prepared for the worst gas-mileage Tims ‘94 Mercury Grand Marquis had EVER gotten, and Maria leaned over to me and asked me not to murder her son, but to be patient with him as he has yet to realize that I am always right, and told me that she loved me then gave me a huge big loving welcome-to-the-family hug. And I, well I just just stood there dumbfounded while fighting back the tears. But I gained my composure, returned the love and hugged her back really hard. It was such a special moment, one that I will always remember. If Tim and I ever take the big walk down the aisle (alongside Mic and Kent), I can know that my new family will love me and treat me just as well as my current one.

As soon as we drove away I turned to Tim and said “YOUR MOM JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE LOVES ME!” Typically male, Tim looked at me confused and said … “So?”