The fat and skinny on yoga pants.

Before I was married, I did not own yoga pants. Some are quite pricy, don't you think? My lounge wear was pajama pants, and let me tell you that is certainly not appropriate work attire. Chris used to beg me to buy a pair of Lu Lu's. Something about my rear...? I used to joke that instead of lingerie, for my bridal shower I should ask for Lu Lu Lemon pants because that is apparently what seems to appeal to him. (Funny story, my sister is hilarious and actually bought me Lu Lu's for my shower! Ha!)

Ok, I know. We're getting into TMI zone here. Don't worry, this story is going to a place far far away from where you mind currently is.

Attempting to actually eat the food in our fridge

Another post about food?

Deal with it- it's totally in the description of the blog. This is part of what we're about here, ok?

I love food. I love to talk about food. Sometimes I get made fun of for it, but you know what? That's ok, because my love for food surpasses my love for seeming hip and cool all the time.

I may or may not have talked about this before, but I HATE to throw out food. I can literally hear coins hitting the trash can. Chris will actually tell me to look away when he finds something in the fridge that needs to be tossed. It's that serious. While yes, it is better now that we compost (Thank you St. Albert) and I know the rotten vegetables are not adding to the landfills, but instead being turned into wonderful dirt for me to use in my garden... I still despise it.

"The List" Progress aka... we made goat cheese!

So if you remember, I made a list on my birthday of 26 things I'd like to do in my 26th year of life.

Recently I took a look at the list to check in and see how I was doing. Oddly enough, Chris and I had just decided to make homemade goat cheese (we even had all the ingredients and supplies!) Once I remembered it was on my list, I got really excited, and so off we went.

So first of all we heated up 2 L of goat's milk. When I tell people about this, everyone's first question is where on earth we got goat's milk. Sadly no, we do not have a pet goat. Totally considering it though.

A Letter to my Junior High Self

Dear Junior High Melissa,

You're right. Life is hard, and your Mom doesn't really understand. She's trying to though - the best a Mom can actually. Maybe give her a bit of a break when she tries to talk to you after school. Listen instead of staring at the TV. You're going to miss these times one day.

OK, let's start with the basics. Please cover yourself up. The clothes you wear directly affect how people view you. It may sound harsh, but it's very true. The stares you are getting from boys does not mean they like you or want to take you for a nice dinner and treat you well. It means that you have something they want, and that is all. You body is an object to them. This is a dispicable truth, but something you can actually change. Put on a sweater. Go. Do it now. Also, the stares you get from other girls has nothing to do with jealousy (stop kidding yourself!)

I refuse to call it a resolution. It's a lifestyle change darnit!!

I will write more blogs this year... I will. I read a number of blogs each day, and I actually get annoyed when they don't post every single day. Every day??? That's crazy nuts. A goal, sure- but maybe let's start with one a week for now mmmkay?

Recently I have discovered quinoa. And lentils. And kale chips. I'm going bonkers over health food these days. Somewhat necessary to balance out the fact that my husband received a deep fryer for Christmas. (Expect a post about deep fried pickles in the very near future)

When did Rape become casual?

Note: Today's post was written by my friend Alex. Alex is in Grade 12, and I've had the privilege of getting to know her as a fellow leader at our church youth group as well as a super fun trip to Calgary last year. (Woo LYC!) Alex wanted to write this post because she felt a strong conviction from God to get this message out there and asked me to help her. (which I was obviously, more than happy to do!) This is the product of her walking in obedience to that conviction. How awesome is that? Honestly, I feel blessed just to be a part of this. Maybe take a moment to throw a few words of affirmation her way? :)

Justified?

Oh my it's been a while, hasn't it?  Well I suppose I could blame it on the busy-ness of Christmas and all that, now couldn't I? I just might do that.

Truthfully I've just been a bit distracted by this overwhelming "I love my husband/I love my life" thing. I won't bore you with the details, but I will say that pretty much every aspect about Christmas has amped up my already unreasonably high twitterpated heart to a level not previously known. The idea of making Christmas traditions for our family that will last for the rest of our lives? I feel a bit faint. Putting up decorations and a tree? Badoom, baddom, badoom (That's my heart beating) Sitting on the couch looking out at the Christmas lights my very handy husband strung with care? I feel almost teary! What the heck is wrong with me??

It's distracting, that's for sure.    Ooooh kay! Back on track!!