Wednesday, May 30, 2012


Posted by M

As those who have ever lived or who currently live in an apartment building will tell you, there are many advantages to the lifestyle. Cheap rent, nice views, free hydro and utilities...the list goes on. Over the past three years, I have enjoyed many of the postive aspects apartment life affords.

Recently, my husband and I bought our first house. Our excitement has been unmeasurable! Every so often I like to do a little happy dance about it. It may be to "Celebration" by Kool & the Gang, but that's classified information.

This transition has brought about many mixed feelings; exhilaration over moving to a spacious, wonderful house, combined with sadness over leaving somewhere that has meant a lot to us both. I was actually feeling a little depressed over the whole thing...that is, until we began to pack for the move.

Incident #1: We decide to get rid of a bunch of junk that's been lying around. I innocently go to grab a garbage bag to open as my husband begins gathering stuff to toss.

Wait, why won't this open...

I paid good money for these non-opening bags, FYI.

So help me!!

That's it, Walmart, I love you but we're THROUGH.

Incident #2: It finally dawns on me how annoying elevators are. And that people should not be allowed to own pets larger than themselves.

So close!

Nice doggy? *Nervous twitch

Incident #3: The worst-behaved child in the world from across the hall gets a new toy.

Disruptive children should not be allowed to play instruments unless formally trained. It should be a law.

So thank you appartment dwellers and cheap brands, you have made my living change an easy one!

Friday, May 25, 2012


Last night I went upstairs. Tired, ready to sleep.

Suddenly, I felt an impending sense of doom...

I slowly opened my bedroom door...

I've taken to wearing a hoodie in my room in case of spiders attacking  from above.

To find this:

Red ribbon! As far as the eye could see!

My previously clean (ish) room was literally covered in ribbon. It didn't take me too long to figure out who had executed this cunning attack on my sanctuary.

It was Quincy.

I attempted to communicate my feelings about this act of wanton destruction to him in a calm and collected manner, but I don't think he understood the message.

Being the responsible adult that I am, I shoved it all in the closet to deal with later. One day I will have the last laugh Quincy. One day.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Credit where credit is due :)

Posted by K & M

This Sunday, the 13th of May, we humble bloggers wish to give a giant shout-out to the woman who gave us strength, wisdom, humility, cute baby toe-nails, and the ability to laugh at ourselves:


Happy Mother's Day!!! May you kick back and let us all celebrate YOU!!

Simply put, you are AWESOME.

Love, us 

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Touché, spiders.

Posted by K  

Well spiders, you definitely got the drop on me last week.

Though I have to say, attacking someone before 6am is pretty low, even for you.

I was 75% still asleep, brushing my teeth:

The red thing is my interpretation of my hair in the morning. Very scary.

Cue Jaws music.

This is about the time I notice something moving in the bathroom mirror...

So not cool.
Alas for the spiders, I still had the last laugh.

Spider, meet shoe. Shoe, kill spider.
They aren't going quietly though. I may have to go on the offensive in the war against spiders in my house. They are certainly upping the ante.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

It's the little things

Posted by M

Some days do I put this...kind of the pits. Hectic, non-stop, overwhelming...well, I'm sure you know what I mean. It happens to the best of us.

Today was one of those days. I woke up late, groggily drove to work, and made it through the day feeling like the week had started alllllll over again.

Ugh. Angst!

I was happily driving home from work, singing away, as some genius cut me off in order to get ONE car length ahead of me.

True story. Even the hair.

And then it happened. That moment when something extraordinary occurs. Something that makes your annoying day do a total 180. I parked the car, went into my purse, took out my agenda to write in my tasks for tomorrow, and quickly dropped it on the floor. (Yeah, that wasn't the moment). As I wiped off the back cover, the agenda fell open...and there it moment of zen:

Yep, it's the little things that count.