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Muh-nday.

Today was one of those days where I sat at my desk, stared at the barrage of e-mails streaming through my Lotus Notes mailbox (yes, Lotus Notes, because I work in 1998), and wonder if I’m being punk’d.  I’m not sure what it was, exactly.  Maybe it was the person who e-mails me daily, spells my name wrong in every. single. e-mail, and isn’t even kidding.  Maybe it was the fact that the bathroom on our floor had flooded by 8:59 a.m.  Maybe it was the fact that for some reason, every time I went to end an e-mail with “Kind regards,” I inexplicably wrote “Kind retards,” and that the more I thought about it, the more likely I was to hit the damn “t” instead of the “g”.  I suppose it really was just one of those days.

Mondays aren’t my favorite.  Thursdays are, however, and this Thursday happens to be my last full day in the office this week, as I’m headed off to the Great White North with my big turkey for his birthday dinner AND to spend Thanksgiving with his family.  AND to have a pumpkin spice latte and stock up on Brita filters at Costco.

Last week, someone asked me why Canada celebrates Thanksgiving in October when the US celebrates in November and really, I don’t have the slightest hint of a clue.  Nor could I provide this individual with any kind of explanation for what Thanksgiving is, or why it is celebrated in the first place, beyond a somewhat pathetic and boring description of various traditional Thanksgiving food.

The lack of knowledge I have about basic Canadianisms is shocking.  I blame this on growing up on Canada’s West Coast, where Canadianisms are less common than, say, Bristish-isms.  I never even uttered my first “eh?” until I’d lived in Ottawa for five years.  And I might have been kidding when I said it.

In other news, we are test-driving a new cleaning lady tomorrow.  My work hours are crazy, and I’ve been having a hard time dealing with the fact that at least half of my weekend free-time has been spent on the house lately.  Enter: Help.  I’m not entirely sure that she speaks English, but she seems to know her way around a Swiffer and has a lovely smile, so I’m hoping all goes well and we’ll be able to rely on a clean house to come home to once a week.  My fingers are crossed.

Time for tea!

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Perfect Sunday.

It started with a visit to the baby kale plants, which grew nearly an inch overnight.

Who knew kale could be so cute?

Sunday continued on with the transformation of this:

(Raspberries, peaches, a banana (hiding behind the raspberries) and 4 huge leaves of kale + water + Blendtec magic)

Some action shots:

Those leaves didn’t stand a chance.

Breakfast/lunch…thank you very much.  32 oz. of green(ish) smoothie.

After all of that excitement, almost-Husband and I headed to the grocery store, which generated about this much enthusiasm from him:

Not that it mattered.

An hour or so in the kitchen…

…resulted in a gigantic batch of vegan yam and peanut soup, which will feed us for at least two dinners this week (which means more time for me to do more important things, like catch up on the Jersey Shore shenanigans).  I love making Sunday soup, and am going to try to have as many “Soup Sundays” as possible this fall.  It makes life sooooo much easier.

And now the weekend is over.  My man is (inexplicably) washing the car in the dark, and all I have left on my “to-do” list is rescue the last load of laundry from being forgotten in the dryer all week, have a shower and go to bed.

It was the perfect Sunday.

The newest love in my life.

When I launched my photography business in April of this year, I quickly realized that my trusty little Dell laptop would not be able to keep up with my needs.  I needed speed and power, and my laptop brought neither of those things to the table.  It did bring a tendency to crash in the middle of editing photoshoots and freeze up for no apparent reason.

Good times.

Anyways, I started shopping around for something new.  I asked for recommendations and 99% percent of the people I asked told me to go for a Mac.  I haven’t used a Mac since elementary school and the idea of switching to a new operating system unnerved me a bit.  However, in the end, I decided to go for it.  Could all of those people really be wrong?  I custom ordered it from a small outfit in California and 10 days later, I picked it up from the courier.  It sat on my work desk in its box for four agonizing hours before I could take it home, unpack it, and fall in love.

And fall in love, I did.  In about 12 minutes flat.  And I’ve hardly put it down since.

It’s intuitive, it’s funky and best of all…it’s FAST.  It can run heavy-duty software on top of other heavy-duty software, and when it sits on my lap, it doesn’t burn my legs.  So far, I’m more than impressed.

Shove over, almost-husband…an inanimate object has stolen my heart.

Kris: 1, Hurricane Igor: 0.

A few weeks ago, we had a little visit from Hurricane Igor.  Igor was my first hurricane and I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect.  Turns out, Igor spared us any real damage and mostly it was just a LOT of rain and crazy winds.  The photo above was taken out of our bathroom window about 9 hours before Igor actually arrived (we started feeling the winds two days before).  I was worried about the house – the windows, the doors, our bikes and our car…but I never even gave my garden a second thought.

Oh, my poor garden.

The afternoon following Igor’s visit, I went outside to assess the damage and found this:

The disaster formerly known as my tiny salad garden.  Igor pummeled it with salt water for 48 hours and as it turns out, plants don’t love that.  Who knew?  Poor things.

Here’s a close-up of the sad, sad basil:

Why, oh why, did I not strip the plants?  My heart weeps for the gallon of pesto that could have been.

Anyways, a few weeks of mourning went by before I took it upon myself to say goodbye, rip the plants out and start new.  I decided to simplify things and stick to greens.  They are crazy expensive to buy, they grow like crazy we eat them daily.  And most importantly, aren’t they pretty?

Gorgeous.  But not my favorite:

Those tiny beauties are baby kale plants, growing from seeds I got from my Dad, the small-garden guru.  I planted them last weekend and as of this morning, 4 of the 12 plants have sprouted through the soil.

So, Igor, the garden has made a comeback and will be better than ever.

The fate of the rescued basil, however, is yet to be determined.