I’m beginning to be a blog failure. It’s almost like I’m mute, but in a finger-ly immobile way. So here it is folks, a speedy fast update on this life of mine.

I’m listening to JimmyEat World.
I got lost finding my way to work today. Airdrie. Small town, big mystery. Just kidding. I whipped out my freakishly sailor navigational skills and found my way despite 2 different sources of bogus directions. It’s all about the good intentions right?
I’ve been to the walk-in clinic twice in the past 6 days. Don’t ask. I’m a medicinally paranoid. Everything is perfectly fine.
I made a crock-pot meal today and didn’t get to eat it. Shucks.
I went to a Hitmen hockey game tonight with the man of my dreams and now feel slightly unwell because I ate a $4 hot dog instead of that hearty, healthy crock-pot meal that slow-roasted to perfection while I worked my butt off. The nachos aren’t helping either. And the sprite is an antagonist. Yes. Pop. I’ve drunk it recently. Someone slap my wrists and remind me why I stopped drinking pop in the first place. Please.
I do laundry a lot because I only own 2 pairs of scrub pants and one shirt. I got especially dirty today at work.
I’m wearing my husband’s sweat pants right now and they fit quite comfortably. Should I feel insecure?
I’m enjoying my job for the most part. I’ve discovered how social I can be and that I do have conversational skills deep down.
I want 2 Lululemon hoodies (different styles). I’d gladly settle for one of them, but I think Conor would heavily chastise me. No, I know he would. Timing, it’s all about timing.
I dream about playing field hockey this summer. That would be so lovely!

Well I don’t want to bore your socks off so I’ll stop there. Please direct any inquires, questions and comments to the comment box.