If you can believe it, my wonderful invisible friends, things are going far better than expected. We've been giving lots of quotes, and talking to a lot of people. It's pretty amazing. I'll be able to update you more by next week, maybe with some sample menus and fun things like that, but for today....
Is anyone else wondering what is up with the weather this winter? I ask, because I'm already concerned about the gardening issue. Although, I'm not sure how much we'll be able to get done this year with the wedding and all. But after last years disaster, when mother nature kicked our butts... we're ready to fight back. If any of you have any advice regarding starting seeds indoors and when to get them into the ground, Id be grateful. As usual, the internet has an abundance of conflicting opinions on Ontario gardens. They'll let anybody write on this thing!
Todays blusteriness made me feel like coffee and croissants all day, while hiding out on the couch with the pooch and thinking up witty things to write for you all. Instead, we braved the oppressiveness of the day and ventured into the great, dreary outdoors! While carefully avoiding muddy patches and small lakes at the park, we were assured that no one else is crazy enough to head into the depths of the dog bowl either. Don't feel bad fellow dog owners, stick to the streets for a day or two like we did, its a mess down there. I would, however, not travel blocks and blocks away from your neighborhood under grey skies thinking it probably wont start pouring on you. It's inevitable. There is something romantic about being caught in the rain though, isn't there?
On the inevitable note.....I recently realized something about aging. Don't laugh! I don't know a Justin Beiber song, I don't understand anything on Muchmusic or MTV anymore, I don't know who most of the people on magazine covers are anymore...and what the hell is a Kardashian? I've asked before, but no one can seem to tell me how many of them there are or where they came from. I work with a number of lovely girls younger than me, and have realized lately that we unconsciously move out of the realm of popular culture, it would seem, when we no longer have the time to dedicate to it. I don't anymore, and that's fine. But it is joltingly uncomfortable when its brought to your attention in company. I had a 22 year old girl look at me sadly, laugh, and explain who Rick Ross was this weekend....I was, for a moment sad myself, until I realized that it didn't matter in the slightest to my life. I haven't minded get older as much as I thought.
Which of course surprises and confuses me, and makes older people laugh. You cant win all the time.
#whatthehellishashtagging #whoslaughingnowfogey
Is anyone else wondering what is up with the weather this winter? I ask, because I'm already concerned about the gardening issue. Although, I'm not sure how much we'll be able to get done this year with the wedding and all. But after last years disaster, when mother nature kicked our butts... we're ready to fight back. If any of you have any advice regarding starting seeds indoors and when to get them into the ground, Id be grateful. As usual, the internet has an abundance of conflicting opinions on Ontario gardens. They'll let anybody write on this thing!
Todays blusteriness made me feel like coffee and croissants all day, while hiding out on the couch with the pooch and thinking up witty things to write for you all. Instead, we braved the oppressiveness of the day and ventured into the great, dreary outdoors! While carefully avoiding muddy patches and small lakes at the park, we were assured that no one else is crazy enough to head into the depths of the dog bowl either. Don't feel bad fellow dog owners, stick to the streets for a day or two like we did, its a mess down there. I would, however, not travel blocks and blocks away from your neighborhood under grey skies thinking it probably wont start pouring on you. It's inevitable. There is something romantic about being caught in the rain though, isn't there?
On the inevitable note.....I recently realized something about aging. Don't laugh! I don't know a Justin Beiber song, I don't understand anything on Muchmusic or MTV anymore, I don't know who most of the people on magazine covers are anymore...and what the hell is a Kardashian? I've asked before, but no one can seem to tell me how many of them there are or where they came from. I work with a number of lovely girls younger than me, and have realized lately that we unconsciously move out of the realm of popular culture, it would seem, when we no longer have the time to dedicate to it. I don't anymore, and that's fine. But it is joltingly uncomfortable when its brought to your attention in company. I had a 22 year old girl look at me sadly, laugh, and explain who Rick Ross was this weekend....I was, for a moment sad myself, until I realized that it didn't matter in the slightest to my life. I haven't minded get older as much as I thought.
Which of course surprises and confuses me, and makes older people laugh. You cant win all the time.
#whatthehellishashtagging #whoslaughingnowfogey
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