The other night, Dan went to the kitchen to get us some chocolate cake and whipped cream. When he brought it back to the couch, Amanda realized that the whipped cream was on top of her cake and burst into tears. Knowing full well, that she was being irrational, the tears just kept coming. There was nothing she could do to make them stop. Dan was confused. When he asked what was wrong, Amanda replied, "There's whipped cream on top of my cake!"
Dan stated, "But you asked for cake and whipped cream. What's the matter?"
Amanda replied amidst the tears, "The whipped cream is on top of my cake. I want it beside the cake."
Dan, "What difference does it make?"
Amanda: "It ruins the icing."
Dan: "Just scrape it off and put it on the side."
Amanda bursting into another round of intense tears, "It's not the same! The icing will be ruined!"
Dan: "Fine! I'll get you a new piece."
Amanda (hesitantly), "But what about this piece? I don't want it to go to waste!"
Dan: "I'll take it in my lunch tomorrow."
Amanda agrees and Dan goes to get a new piece of cake with whipped cream on the side. Dan returns with a new piece of cake, but the same whipped cream on the side.
Amanda realizes that there are pieces of the old cake in the whipped cream and tried with all her might to hold in the tears. This time with success. (Side note: while writing this, a few tears fell about the cake crumbs in the whipped cream. She's pretty sensitive about it)
The cake and whipped cream were consumed "happily" without further tears shed.
Now don't even get us started about the eggs...
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Commuters Paradox
This week on the radio, we heard about the commuter's paradox. The paradox is that for those who commute roughly one hour more than their counterparts who walk, they must earn 44% more to reach the same level of happiness. The problem is that they don't. Two people in the same position, one who commutes and one who doesn't earn approximately the same amount.
The question is, does this explain our happiness?
I, Amanda, take the bus for 45 minutes every morning, but need to drive 12 minutes for work, from the school to home. The bus, though annoying at times is often more relaxing than the drive. When I drive, I find myself frustrated at the slow drivers (and that means those who drive under the speed limit), the red lights and those trying to turn left. I find myself snapping at the kids and in a more tense and aggressive state of mind. I would rather just be at home than drive. The bus can also be annoying...those insane smells and that girl in the morning who talks sooo loud. But I still find myself more relaxed while I commute on the bus. Perhaps its the book I get to read or the sleep I get to catch up on. I guess the final question really is, if people are so unhappy driving so far, why do they keep doing it?
The question is, does this explain our happiness?
I, Amanda, take the bus for 45 minutes every morning, but need to drive 12 minutes for work, from the school to home. The bus, though annoying at times is often more relaxing than the drive. When I drive, I find myself frustrated at the slow drivers (and that means those who drive under the speed limit), the red lights and those trying to turn left. I find myself snapping at the kids and in a more tense and aggressive state of mind. I would rather just be at home than drive. The bus can also be annoying...those insane smells and that girl in the morning who talks sooo loud. But I still find myself more relaxed while I commute on the bus. Perhaps its the book I get to read or the sleep I get to catch up on. I guess the final question really is, if people are so unhappy driving so far, why do they keep doing it?
Monday, October 4, 2010
Crunchy is as Crunchy does
Recently I've heard this new buzz word around in the blog sphere. This term has confused me as to what precisely it means. I've seen it on various websites that have to do with homesteading and cloth diapering. Tonight, I googled it.
Urban Dictionary describes "Crunchy" as:
Adjective. Used to describe persons who have adjusted or altered their lifestyle for environmental reasons. Crunchy persons tend to be politically strongly left-leaning and may be additionally but not exclusively categorized as vegetarians, vegans, eco-tarians, conservationists, environmentalists, neo-hippies, tree huggers, nature enthusiasts, etc. Also used to describe establishments where alternative foods and products are sold, i.e. natural food stores.
I don't know if this describes us. We'll let you choose.
Urban Dictionary describes "Crunchy" as:
Adjective. Used to describe persons who have adjusted or altered their lifestyle for environmental reasons. Crunchy persons tend to be politically strongly left-leaning and may be additionally but not exclusively categorized as vegetarians, vegans, eco-tarians, conservationists, environmentalists, neo-hippies, tree huggers, nature enthusiasts, etc. Also used to describe establishments where alternative foods and products are sold, i.e. natural food stores.
I don't know if this describes us. We'll let you choose.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Million Steps Update
So my millions steps goal is coming more and more within reach. As of today I've reached about 750,000 steps. This is still with a couple days left in the week, and another week left before the count has to go in. I certainly hope this all equals a bike when it's all said and done. Even if it doesn't, I will still be happy with having hit and passed my own goal.
A bit of humour: Three year old Style
River is finally at that age, where he says what comes to mind and its truly hilarious. We've laughed quite a bit this week and we thought we'd share a few conversations with you.
Dan and I took him to Starbucks this week, while Cypress was in preschool. He wanted a chocolate milk and we ordered that for him. When it came, I drank a large sip from it to avoid the plastic cup spill that is inevitable with a three year old. Dan also took a sip, just because. River yelled out, ever so seriously, "Hey! Don't tax that!!!!!" We laughed really hard, as did all the Starbucks baristas. He gets that from us I guess. Whenever they get a cookie at a grocery store, we always insist on having a "cookie tax" aka a bite. Naturally, he was upset that his drink was taxed. But aren't we all?
Even today, when we got a slurpee, he was offering it to people saying, "Do you want a tax?" Not a taste, a tax! Can you tell we've influenced these children?
Another day this week, he was demanding a book in the car. We refused to give it to him unless he was a bit nicer. Dan told him that he needed to use his polite words. After many tries using various demanding tones, he finally asked politely, "Would you please get me my book?" Dan nicely gave it to him. River exclaims, "Hey! It worked!"
Even Cypress got in on the action this week. We went to Birchwood Dairy on a field trip. There was one lone cow in the hospital pen. The tour guide asked a bunch of preschoolers, "Do you know why this cow is all alone?" Cypress, without skipping a beat says, "He's in the naughty chair!"
Dan and I took him to Starbucks this week, while Cypress was in preschool. He wanted a chocolate milk and we ordered that for him. When it came, I drank a large sip from it to avoid the plastic cup spill that is inevitable with a three year old. Dan also took a sip, just because. River yelled out, ever so seriously, "Hey! Don't tax that!!!!!" We laughed really hard, as did all the Starbucks baristas. He gets that from us I guess. Whenever they get a cookie at a grocery store, we always insist on having a "cookie tax" aka a bite. Naturally, he was upset that his drink was taxed. But aren't we all?
Even today, when we got a slurpee, he was offering it to people saying, "Do you want a tax?" Not a taste, a tax! Can you tell we've influenced these children?
Another day this week, he was demanding a book in the car. We refused to give it to him unless he was a bit nicer. Dan told him that he needed to use his polite words. After many tries using various demanding tones, he finally asked politely, "Would you please get me my book?" Dan nicely gave it to him. River exclaims, "Hey! It worked!"
Even Cypress got in on the action this week. We went to Birchwood Dairy on a field trip. There was one lone cow in the hospital pen. The tour guide asked a bunch of preschoolers, "Do you know why this cow is all alone?" Cypress, without skipping a beat says, "He's in the naughty chair!"
Something to think about
"There's no question you see more of the world on a motorbike than you do in a car, and more again on a bicycle. It's all about pace; the slower you're travelling, the more you're going to see."
Charley Boorman in his book Right to the Edge: Sydney to Tokyo By Any Means
We'd like to add that when you are walking you tend to see even more. The slower you go, the more you seem to absorb of the world around you. And that seems to be more than just what means of transportation you are using. The slower your life is, the more you seem to appreciate what's going on around you. The colour of the leaves changing, the smile of a stranger or the laughter of a child. There's no doubt in our minds that we lead a slow life and we tend to appreciate the little things in life.
We've recently heard about a man walking from Vancouver to Mexico. Its inspiring to hear someone else doing the things we contemplate. No one really does long distance walking anymore and there is something to be said about the experiences they have along the way. This guy appreciated the fact that when it was down pouring and he had to get to the next town before dark to set up camp, that when he played a song about sunshine on his harmonica that the rain ceased. This is one of the most prominent memories he has on his trip thus far. (He has made it to Oregon).
It really is true that when you stop and "smell the roses" that you can appreciate the aroma they give off...thus appreciating life a little bit more.
Charley Boorman in his book Right to the Edge: Sydney to Tokyo By Any Means
We'd like to add that when you are walking you tend to see even more. The slower you go, the more you seem to absorb of the world around you. And that seems to be more than just what means of transportation you are using. The slower your life is, the more you seem to appreciate what's going on around you. The colour of the leaves changing, the smile of a stranger or the laughter of a child. There's no doubt in our minds that we lead a slow life and we tend to appreciate the little things in life.
We've recently heard about a man walking from Vancouver to Mexico. Its inspiring to hear someone else doing the things we contemplate. No one really does long distance walking anymore and there is something to be said about the experiences they have along the way. This guy appreciated the fact that when it was down pouring and he had to get to the next town before dark to set up camp, that when he played a song about sunshine on his harmonica that the rain ceased. This is one of the most prominent memories he has on his trip thus far. (He has made it to Oregon).
It really is true that when you stop and "smell the roses" that you can appreciate the aroma they give off...thus appreciating life a little bit more.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Conversations with Amanda and Dan the Third Edition
A: I think we should start playing Christmas music soon because that way the baby will be familiar with it when it makes its appearance.
D: Yah! We should find that song about Santa coming down the chimney. Then you can visualize that baby coming down the chute.
A: What??? My baby is NOT coming down the chimney.
Another day in our random lives!
D: Yah! We should find that song about Santa coming down the chimney. Then you can visualize that baby coming down the chute.
A: What??? My baby is NOT coming down the chimney.
Another day in our random lives!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Dreams
Its true! Pregnancy gives you some of the strangest dreams ever known to man. This past week, I had a dream that a friend from Alberta mailed me eggs. And not just a small carton. Nope! I got a LARGE package (about 3 feet long by 1 foot wide) and two smaller packages (about 1 foot by one foot each). When I went to pick them up, the lady at Thumpers Veggie Store (where apparently we pick up our packages from), mentioned that I could just buy eggs. I told her that I knew that, but my friend had mailed me eggs and I was going to use them. I cumbersomely carried these packages home and when I got home, I opened the packages of eggs to find the smallest eggs inside. They were about the size of a large marble. I was disappointed with the tiny eggs, but I was so happy, because they were free and I love eggs!
One month to one million
Dan's work is having a fitness challenge this month. The goal is to walk the most steps in order to win a bike (worth $600). Dan REALLY wants this bike. You can earn steps by participating in various activities that are worth a certain amount of steps for a certain time. For example, housework for 10 minutes earns you 750 steps. Or biking high intensity for 60 minutes earns you 15,000 steps. Dan has been wearing a pedometer when he is walking around work, and takes it off when he participates in other activities (to prevent double counting!). At the beginning of this month long adventure, Dan made a goal to walk one million steps. He is two weeks into this challenge and has already surpassed the half way mark! He has walked over half a million steps! And needless to say, I am not far behind him. Every evening, he drags me for an hour walk (if not longer!). And if it weren't for the fact that my bike is in the shop for repairs, we'd be biking every night. Its been great to support him in this quest for a new bike, but I must say it would be easier if I wasn't 7 months pregnant. But in two more weeks, he will have hopefully earned himself a new bike and I can put my feet up and rest for a while.
Bring on the Hippie Bus!
Its finally happened! We have been categorized by someone other than ourselves. Nope, we aren't newlyweds or parents-to-be. In the course of conversation with a dear friend from Alberta this past week, it came out that we are considered her "Hippie Friends!"
So, the reason we got labeled this way? Perhaps its the fact that we bake our own bread, or can fruit and veggies. Perhaps its because we make our own granola (and granola bars) or that we dehydrate fruit. It may have something to do with the lack of car in our lives and our joy of walking. Or maybe our excess recycling, thrift store finds and the composter (with new worms! Dan is really excited about this fact!) It could be because we line dry our clothes, use vinegar for cleaning and eat mostly homemade things. It could be the excitement of cloth diapers and our consideration of a home birth. Maybe its because our dream is to have chickens running around in the backyard and a large enough garden to sustain us throughout the year.
At the end of the day, we aren't really sure why we are labeled this way. We just think its funny and we'll continue to keep up with our hippie ways. The reality is that just 50 years ago, we would be considered normal. Everyone lived this way. There was no disposable society to come home to. People made do with what they had, mended what they had or did without. Why is it that because we choose to live with less and make things ourselves that we are fringe people? The fact is that a lot of people we know live this way. And we don't consider them weird hippies...they are just living like their parents and grandparents did back in the day. Perhaps its those who throw everything away that are the weirdos.
So, the reason we got labeled this way? Perhaps its the fact that we bake our own bread, or can fruit and veggies. Perhaps its because we make our own granola (and granola bars) or that we dehydrate fruit. It may have something to do with the lack of car in our lives and our joy of walking. Or maybe our excess recycling, thrift store finds and the composter (with new worms! Dan is really excited about this fact!) It could be because we line dry our clothes, use vinegar for cleaning and eat mostly homemade things. It could be the excitement of cloth diapers and our consideration of a home birth. Maybe its because our dream is to have chickens running around in the backyard and a large enough garden to sustain us throughout the year.
At the end of the day, we aren't really sure why we are labeled this way. We just think its funny and we'll continue to keep up with our hippie ways. The reality is that just 50 years ago, we would be considered normal. Everyone lived this way. There was no disposable society to come home to. People made do with what they had, mended what they had or did without. Why is it that because we choose to live with less and make things ourselves that we are fringe people? The fact is that a lot of people we know live this way. And we don't consider them weird hippies...they are just living like their parents and grandparents did back in the day. Perhaps its those who throw everything away that are the weirdos.
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