Memory Lane Mondays

It’s raining, it’s pouring and I’m watching BOOKMICE!

So, as it happens to be my favourite kind of day, cloudy and rainy and perfect snuggle weather, I thought why not enjoy a lazy day with Beanie and watch movies and read and relax (I’m acting like I don’t do this everyday already). As I’m flipping through the channels I came across Breaker High ( which was an AWESOME show by the way)  Who didn’t want to go to school on a cruise ship and travel the world and date Max and have tons of money?? So realistic. Don’t pretend you didn’t LOVE it! Unfortunately we didn’t get the channel so instead I YouTubed some episodes and enjoyed that for a few minutes.

Okay, back to Bookmice. So, continuing through my channel flipping I came across the holy grail of my childhood… a show that I would watch everyday and pretend I had the same mice living in my bedroom walls… that’s right people, BOOKMICE!!!! I LOVED this show when I was little and almost cried today when it came on. Honestly are you kidding me?? Three mice puppets who live in a friggin library with an orange cat named Exit as their enemy… what is better than that? It didn’t even matter that you could SEE the rods attached to their bodies to make them move. The cartoons that are on now a days are scary in comparison to what we had in the 90’s… I mean,  can you say Today’s Special? Or Under The Umbrella Tree? FRAGGLE ROCK? EUREKAS CASTLE? Seriously, amazing. Now it’s all, forced-to-be-diverse shows with no claymation or puppets or mannequins that come to life and even if they have these characters, they are so ahead of 90s animation that it’s not even fun to watch…

Therefore, in honor of this rainy monday and to put a smile on your face, I leave these gems for you to enjoy for the 90s child in you:

 

 

Happy Monday!

 

 

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Another Year Bites the Dust

Well, another year has passed and as such it happens to be my birthday today. While I do feel all warm and fuzzy and all those wonderful things feelings that go along with your birthday I don’t necessary FEEL 24. Looking back on the past year I am kind of in shock that already year has gone by since I nervously stepped foot on England’s greasy, fried chicken bone skewed soil. One year ago today I was hand in hand with my new roomie and soon to be most cherished friend I would have in London, on our way to see Oliver. Oh how I miss that crazy city!

On this day however, I find myself sitting in my living room, quite a different atmosphere than the busy and exciting streets of the city, but still content and being thankful for all that I have in my life. I sound like I am a little old lady  with 8 cats resting by my side reflecting on her life as she lies dying or something, but I really am so happy to be at the age I am and have done SO many wonderful things up to this point. Looking back at my last post, which was one of complete frustration, I still am anxious and badly playing my waiting game, but I need to realize that I am only 24 and the most important and exciting parts of my life are still yet to come. I have seen and done things I know I have taken for granted and have friends and family that love me, if possible, even more than I love them.

I really do have the best friends in the world and I thank you all for celebrating me and my craziness on a day to day basis. And of course the best parents and in-laws a girl could ask for. Seriously, just thinking of the four of them makes my heart explode with love. And lastly, as always, thank you to my magic-weilding boyfriend… with one smile you unhindge me.

And so, with a plate of greasy chinese waiting for me, my 24 year old self is going to eat and then prepare my body for the recklessness that is bound to ensue this evening with old friends. Happy Birthday to me!

Well, this is a LONG friggin’ tunnel.

Everyone always says that  if you’re going through a rough patch or you’re in a life-rut or whatever it may be that seems to have you stuck in a state of ‘blah’… just look for the light at the end of the tunnel. Well my friends, my tunnel seems to be never-ending. While I am not in a rut per say or even a rough patch, I guess I’m stuck in the state of impatience that feels like a constant state of waiting. And as it turns out,  I’m not very good at playing the waiting game.

I’m waiting to find a job. I’m waiting for my boyfriend to be done his training. I’m waiting for friends to come home at Christmas for overdue reunions. I’m waiting to find out where I will be living in a year so I can somewhat start planning my life. Waiting, waiting, waiting. I know this seems like a complete pity-party on my behalf and truth be told it probably is. But, as they don’t happen very often, I feel I am slightly entitled. I really do enjoy living at home for the time being, spending time with my family and not burdening myself by going into any more debt by living elsewhere. However, as I see my friends moving forward… some are off to teach in other countries, some are finding new jobs and homes, some are getting engaged and some are furthering their education… I feel like I’m just standing still, not really living the life I want to be. I know I will get to experience all of these milestones in my own time, but I wish I could just fast forward to a year from now when I can finally have my partner in crime at my side (for good), a temporary ‘home’ to call our own and maybe even a dog to join in our adventures.

Until then, I know have to suck it up, find a routine that eases my restlessness, start exercising and keep motivated to find this mythical creature they call the supply list. I see the light, I just wish it would get here a little faster.