66-Fatty, fat, fat, fat

Cold Stone Creamery came to town. Although I am not in love with ice cream like I am with cupcakes. I have made 2 visits. One time, I had cake batter ice cream with Butterfinger pieces mixed in. Tonight I went with the Berry, Berry, Berry Good flavor which is sweet cream ice cream with blueberries, raspberries and strawberries mixed in. It was delicious. I gained 5 pounds, but it was delicious.

64- Run, Run, Run, Otis Lee, 65- Drillbit Taylor

When I run on the treadmill the belt gets warm. My cat enjoys the heat and therefore cannot control herself when I step off. She will sit and watch and wait patiently. I press stop, hop off, and she watches until it stops. On she jumps where she rolls and purrs and cuddles with the hot rubber treadmill belt. Pretty girl.

Today I drilled 4 boards of various materials to the wall in my classroom. It was great fun. I am available for hire- will screw for money. JUST KIDDING. Now watch my blog followers increase by a zillion perverts.

63- Photographer Extraordinaire

I know, everyone with a camera think they are a photographer. Or artist. Or just supercool. I fall in that category, and I'm not ashamed. I know I'm not doing the hard work, I know my pretty little camera is. Lately I have spent many minutes taking photos of random things, my cat, and Tom Selleck who hides and will not participate willingly to help out my creative abilities. This is what children would be good for.

62- Hurricane

It's windy. A lot of rain. But this is nothing compared to Hurricane Juan from 6 years ago. During Hurricane Juan, we lived beside the Bedford Basin. Firefighters told us to evacuate our apartment (we didn't). We were without power for 4 days. I missed a week of university. Today, Hurricane Bill is really just getting the grass wet. Blowing my sunflowers over and giving me an excuse to stay on the couch.

Earlier (before the high tide and worst of the wind) Mr. Baseball and I went for a cruise out to Lawrencetown beach to check out the waves. We were not expecting the traffic jam along the coast, but we braved the rain and got out for a closer look. It was beyond words. I cannot describe how amazing the waves were. I would have stood there for hours just staring. However after a maximum of 2 minutes, I was soaked to my underwear and decided to call it a day since it was only going to get worst.

Again the photos do not do it justice, but this was a gorgeous sight to see. I think Bill is on the way out and we managed to get through without too much damage. I still have power- so that is a perk.

59- New toy for him, 60- New toy for me, 61-ME-OW

Preparing for Hurricane Bill, we replaced our BBQ that had previously went ass over tea kettle off our steps and smashed to bits. Cute little Barbecuer for $99 at Home Depot, and if we lose power for 4 days like the last hurricane, we won't have to throw out hundreds of dollars of food.

My back to work treat came in the mail yesterday and I am in love. Isn't she beautiful??

Speaking of beautiful. Look at this gorgeous girl, but be careful, she is ferocious.

55-Back to work, back to reality, 56- Heat wave, 57- Routine, 58- Heart of a home

I went back to work after 7 weeks off on Monday. It was rough. 7 weeks gets me into a routine of sleeping in (anything after 7:30 is fantastic), relaxing, watching the Wonder Years, doing Jillian Michaels/running/etc. when not already exhausted from various physical activities I did at work, cleaning the house consistently rather than sporadically, baking when I wanted, cooking suppers (not bread with hummus, or a bowl of cereal). Now I have to make myself be in the habit of getting up super early, going nonstop, forgetting to watch the later night edition of the Wonder Years, dreading getting off my ass to do anything physical after working all day, letting the sink fill with dishes and the cat hair fly across the floor, no baked treats for anyone, and eating cereal for supper. It was a pot luck brunch, I made a peach french toast bake. No one ate it.

The weekend before I went back to work summer decided to make an appearance. She blessed my non air conditioned workplace with 40 degree weather and no breeze. Nighttime cooled down to a whopping 26.2 degrees inside (on the main level- 29.5 upstairs). While painting, moving furniture and meeting inside what a welcome this heat is.

I want to tell you how much I love routine. I like to have a schedule, structure. I like to know what to expect and when to expect it. I LOVE surprises, only if they are fun like presents. I don't love being told two minutes before that I will be doing a 20 minute presentation on roast beef to a group of cattle farmers. My mornings (summer and weekends) are amazing and there is no need to change (why do I have to work?). Coffee, newspaper, bagel, blogging, some morning show(s), reading about Big Brother, cleaning up after myself and starting the day. Mornings will now consist of me complaining about getting up, paying for coffee, rushing out the door, rushing through a shower, ignoring the newspaper, neglecting blog, and thinking constantly about the day ahead.

If the heart of a home is the kitchen, the heart of the kitchen would be the refrigerator. I love to junk mine up. It works as a conversation piece. People who may be awkward at a gathering has something to point to and talk about. I like to display photos of family and vacations, calendars, invites, ads or comics that stand out, drawings from children at work, to do lists, and anything else I choose to look at, at least for a little while. What's your preference? Cluttered mess like mine? Or a cold box for food, no decorations?

New camera has been ordered. I hope to stun you all with amazing photos taken with my new Canon EOS Rebel XS digital SLR. I am super pumped. I am so spoiled it is unbelievable.

49-Please, 50-Forgive me, 51-I, 52-Have, 53-Slacked, 54-Hardcore.

This last week (my last week of vacation) has been a busy one. I have done a lot and nothing all week. Household chores, baking, making, and finishing. I still keep going with the camera that just won't die (thankfully), while shopping for a new one.

Monday I baked an Almond Cherry Pound Cake... it takes 4 eggs. Whoa. Tuesday I took a picture of what it looks like inside. (You will notice the horrid quality of photos... I know, I want a new camera just as badly as you do!)

Wednesday I made Roasted Curry Chick Peas. Mmm, and apparently Weight Watchers approved. Thursday I was rocking the art and took a photo of my display case/art gallery.

Friday was boating, BBQing and wet butt from tubing.

Saturday was a busy, hot day of driving, bridal shower and dinner with my family. This sunset was captured in New Brunswick through the mirror. Not a perfect picture since my camera has decided to turn to complete crap... but it was nice.

45-Moncton, NB, 46- Nice cup, 47- Hooterific, 48- Halifax

Whoa I'm backed up. With my blog that is.

Thursday I went to Moncton so Tom Selleck could join 87 thousand other concert goers for what would be a concert of a lifetime... apparently. I did not enjoy hearing Thunderstruck nor did I see random women flashing their bitties during Shook me All Night Long at the AC/DC concert because I would rather not. I did hang out in the hub city and had many a laughs with my 3" x 2" handmade AC/DC sign that I put in the car window so passersby could smile and thumbs up about how cool this concert was going to be. I did visit my sister and her nice new house that is quickly becoming a home.

Back to the Harbour for Friday's festivities (along with the 87 thousand who were also in NB) that included a Stanley Cup parade with Sidney Crosby waving to the people who helped raise him.

*Sorry for the distance, it was so fast I did not have time to zoom, especially since I was taking photos with two cameras. But that is him... and that is his cup.

I live in a city that has a Hooters. I have never been to Hooters before. It has been the butt (pun intended) of many jokes, but I have never ventured in for a meal/band/show/anything. My nephew, sisters and mother were in town for a baseball tournament and with an 11 year old and his friend in town, Hooters seemed like a dream come true for them. It wasn't for everyone. It was honestly the worst meal ever. I try very hard to not complain about food when I eat in restaurants because I know I couldn't cook any better, plus I'm over paying and want to find the good in everything. I also get irritated with people who sit and complain between mouthfuls how awful it is... and I think "Really if it is that awful, please stop stuffing it into your face." Anyway regardless it was good for some laughs. Be warned though, they do seek out the only of age male without a wedding ring to lay on the personality strong with... their attempt to beg for a tip?!?

*Although I have a picture from the Hooters experience, there are too many innocent faces I would feel the need to protect so instead a different picture from Saturday- Molly's application photo to work at Hooters.

Sunday we attempted to get (Swine Flu) a glimpse at the Buskers on the waterfront. It was a losing attempt on the Busker front... the Swine Flu is a distinct possibility. The best view was up. It was a gorgeous day, ALMOST Fall like. Which has it's pros and cons. Pro- frig I love Fall. Con- It's only August.

43- Mornin', 44- Christmas in July, or August

I stole this from Amy. I'm sure she stole it from someone else who stole it from someone who stole it from someone. That's how things happen. It is also how rumors get started.


I always:

• Dream- of tomorrow, of yesterday, of what will be, of what could have been, or what was. Even still as an adult I sit and think. Usually it is my way to fall asleep. Imagine what will happen in life. What will it be like in 5 years? 10? If it doesn't happen that's ok, I just like to think of what could be.
• Take my camera with me. Even before I decided to do a photo a day. It is one of those many things to lug around 'just in case'
• Plan for 'just in case' situations.
• Think of others, even when doing something for myself. I tend to stress or worry a little too much.
• Spend too much time/energy/money on magazines.
• Laugh when people fall down.
• Get excited for every upcoming season or holiday. Like a child it's as if it's never going to happen again and I give it my all- GO GROUNDHOG DAY! It could be because of my job and my lifetime desire to procreate.
• Use coffee as a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

I sometimes:

• Wish I liked donairs.
• Think about something hilarious at an inappropriate time and have think of horribly, awful things to stop from laughing out loud uncontrollably.
• Bail out on Jillian Michaels. She gets all up in my grill telling me to "THINK OF THE REASON YOU WANTED TO BE HEALTHY AND FIT!" and I just stop doing what she was making me do. You can't talk to people like that, psycho.
• Forget things. Obvious things, like what I just said.
• Think I have the nerves to go to a movie all alone. One day.
• Just want to squeeze things that are too adorable for words- kittens, babies, doggies, bear cubs. Not to death, just enough so they know I love them.

I never:

• Watch sports on television voluntarily.
• Drive a vehicle alone- 'sup learners permit at 27.
• Go a day without feeling guilty. I know a useless emotion, I just cannot get rid of it.
• Enjoy the last week of summer vacation... it's too bittersweet.
• Do drugs. Unless Tylenol counts.
• Go a summer without watching a Christmas movie. It's as if for 6 months I have been going through withdrawal and I cannot get through 6 more moths without a little fa la la la la la la.

***In case you are wondering and keeping track. The coffee picture is from yesterday- Tuesday, August 4th. The bear cub is an older picture from our trip to Cape Breton. Elf is from today. This is the highlight of my evening.

41- Rocking out, 42- Dessert for breakfast

Sunday I was next in line for the extra ticket Mr. Baseball had for Rockfest, if none of his friends could go I would have to. So when all the friends decided last minute they did not/could not/would not be going. I jumped up and down screaming 'I GET TO GO?!?!?'. Which is a fib because I was not looking forward to it. Like the last concert, the bands playing did not thrill me (have I mentioned I like Hanson? Not exactly Rockfest material), but unlike the last concert it was not free...

Although my camera is broken... the photo is that blurry because of the haze of a HOT day here in Halifax. This is Sloan playing, after Sloan was Our Lady Peace and Chickenfoot. I squeezed out one photo that day, and it wasn't even of rock legend Sammy Hagar, guitar hero Joe Satriani, and the only person I had heard of, Will Ferrell impersonator Chad Smith from the Red Hot Chili Peppers (in all honesty I had heard of Sammy Hagar... I just could not tell you anything about him).

I stumbled upon this delicious new flavor Mini Wheats in Cape Breton at their Sobeys when we were shopping for some drinks. Blueberry Muffin flavor, hells yes. I picked it up, brought it back home and have enjoyed its awesomeness ever since. It is so good. I love blueberry. I have yet to see it in Halifax, could Cape Breton have gotten something first? Congrats, CB.

39- Out my window, 40- Sounds of Summer

I own a tree. It's strange when you think of it, I never felt I would be old enough or mature enough to own anything other than Hanson posters and CD's. But here I am, 27 years old with a house and a tree, a beautiful tree.

I have posted photos of places in Nova Scotia already this summer. Last night we headed out to the beach with broken camera in tow. Since the sun has decided to make a blazing appearance the last couple of days, it has finally felt like the season it should, and weather that hot means beach. It also means beach for HUNDREDS of other people, even at 8 o'clock at night. Tom Selleck does not love crowds, so we just continued driving and witnessed one of the most gorgeous sunsets in the world.

Pardon the poor quality, don't get me started on my camera. But this is why I am happy to be living here. The last sunset this amazing that I photographed was when I was in Jamaica. As we stood and looked out over the calm of the harbour, all we could hear was the pounding of the waves nearby. I've covered how summer looks, feels, tastes, and this is the sound of summer. Waves crashing, and nothing else. I could sit and listen all day.