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Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Books for any occasion


My brain is not functioning well lately, which is an unfortunate side effect of a bout of depression. I gleefully boasted yesterday that I had come out of it, but as it turns out, that was a bit premature. 

Because I can't put words together in a pleasing and logical manner, I thought I would share some great books I have been reading lately, written by people who are in full command of the English language. 

Books are my medicine, escape, friends, and favourite hobby, and when I'm feeling under the weather, I take a big spoonful of them. 

In case you feel the same (or you're simply always looking for a great book to read), I put them in different categories, to make it easy for you to grab what you need the most. 

For the stressed-out mom: "I Just Want to Pee Alone"


This laugh-out-loud book contains a variety of hilarious essays from mom bloggers about what life with kids is really like. Seriously, this book is gold. Let me share a couple little snippets:
"Then my son came, and I was too busy crying while searching for his User Manual to consider a manicure or a massage. I lasted about a week as a new mom before reaching out to others in my situation online. As exhausted, cranky, and confused as I was, I needed friends."
"Eat poop, laugh. No, I did not forget a comma."
"When you're a mom, crazy shit happens every single day. Your child will do things that you would probably beat the crap out of a grown-up person for doing. They will destroy everything of value. They will shit on your floors. They will draw on your walls. [...] They will swallow your earring, and shove a blueberry in their ear." 

For the non-conformist, adventurous, I'm-not-like-the-rest-of-you girl: "What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding"


  
Guys, Kristin Newman's writing is so superb, it brings tears to my eyes. Tears of envy, but mostly tears of joy. She is a comedy writer, and this exquisite book is her memoir about escaping LA for several months every year on adventures. Afraid of a binding commitment like marriage and kids, she is travelling the world and has wild, sexy romances in places like Argentina, Australia, Russia, or Iceland, while her friends are all settling into regular grown-up, middle-aged lives. It's uproariously funny and poignant, and the perfect escape. Read it.   

For the bored, will-this-winter-ever-end-I-need-an-escape person: "No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells Angels"


This book sent shivers down my spine. It's the kind of page-turner that keeps you up into the wee hours of the morning, just to wake up three hours later and read another few chapters. I couldn't put it down. It's suspenseful, gripping, and fascinating, and as a bonus it's a true story, so you can satisfy your insatiable curiosity about the characters by Googling them incessantly. 
It's the story of the ATF undercover agent Jay "Bird" Dobyns, who infiltrated the notorious Hells Angels in an operation called "Black Biscuit". No federal agent had ever gotten in so deep and become a full patched member. In the process, Jay almost lost everything: His family, his sanity, and himself. 

For the person who is sick of giving a fuck about everything: "The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a Fuck"


Aaahh, this book is the permission slip we've all been waiting for: To stop having to pretend to care about the shit we don't. 
"If you're like me, you've been giving too many fucks about too many things for too long. You're overextended and overburdened by life. Stressed out, anxious, maybe even panic-stricken about your commitments. The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a Fuck is for all of us who work too much, play too little, and never have enough time to devote to the people and things that truly makes us happy."
Sarah Knight teaches us ways to declutter our "mental fuck drawer" without alienating the people we don't give a fuck about. We want a simpler life, but there is no need to be rude. 
It's awesome! And possibly life-changing. 

If you just want to feel good: "The Rosie Project"


I wrote about this darling book here. I read it for the first time almost two years ago, and have since re-read it. It's guaranteed to make you happy!

And that's it for now. 
What have you been reading lately?




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Sunday, 19 February 2017

Freedom fighters



If you follow me on Instagram (if not, why not?) then you know that we have bought cows. But not just any old cows: Miniature Zebus.

Rich grew up on a dairy farm, and he wanted to get a few cows for as long as I have known him. I didn't grow up on a farm, and was less excited about the idea (i.e. my initial reaction was "over my dead body!"). But a dream is a dream, and I certainly don't want to stand in the way of the dream of the person who is most important to me. 
We looked at a few "normal" cows, and I resigned myself to the fact that I'd just have to get used to their big cow pies all over the place, their massive bodies and strong smell. 

But then, inspiration struck. Rich showed me some photos online of miniature cattle - and my heart melted. I mean, just look at this cute little calf
We made a deal: Let's get cows, but we'll get mini ones.
We brought them home last Friday, and I fell head over heels in love with them.  


The little brown guy is a 6-month old calf, and the cow on the right is his mom. We don't have names for them yet, we need to do some brainstorming. 
They are pretty tame, but since they don't know us yet, they are hesitant to get petted. But we'll get there!


Funny story: We picked them up with our horse trailer, and kept them there the first night. The trailer is super roomy and comfy for these little guys, and Rich planned on keeping them in there for a day, to clip their feet, check them out properly, and to get to know them a bit better before letting them out. 

Here is how that played out: 
Me: "Can you go into the trailer and stand next to them, so I can take a picture of them and show how tiny they are?"
Rich: "Ok, sure." (Let the record show that HE WAS COMPLETELY FINE WITH IT. He could have said no, but he didn't.)
Me: "Yippieh!" *runs into the house and gets camera*

Rich climbed in, and we took this picture:


He then took his measuring tape out and measured (41", in case you're curious):


What happened next was probably inevitable. 
Picture the scene: A wide-open door. A comparatively small fool, both hands occupied with the camera, the only obstacle between captivity and freedom. 
Our crafty little zebu saw her opportunity, and she didn't waste it: She bolted. I was so surprised, I stepped back instead of forward, which in hindsight, I have to admit was a mistake. Her freedom-loving sister didn't hesitate, and followed her promptly. The only one left behind was our little boy, who was just as taken aback by the swift turn of events as I was. 

"Let him go," Rich said resignedly, as I tried to quite literally close the barn door after the cows had gotten out. 


There was much excitement in the first half hour, because our horses have never seen cows. They galloped up and down in their fields, a tad agitated by these strange new creatures. But after that, they settled down, and so have the cows. They are still on the lose, having claimed their spot by the paints, and they let us come really close, to almost touching distance. 

The dogs have acquainted themselves as well:

The corgi, as usual, doesn't give a sh*t. Only interested in her own agenda. 


Tom Snow just making sure. Yes, Tom, they are. 


Looks like we have cows now. 
Free-ranging ones, no less. 😄


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Thursday, 16 February 2017

My cure for everything



Have you guys seen the first episode of the new (and last, sniff!) season of Girls? I've watched it twice, cringing my way through it like I always do, but enjoying every second of it. 
(Spoiler alert: If you haven't seen it yet, skip over the next two lines, okay?
Wtf is Hannah laying her bush bare when she is sun-bathing? Why? Why?? I almost want to try it now, just to see if there is any benefit to this action. Does the sun really feel that nice there?)

Okay, you can resume reading now. Just had to get something off my chest. But if you read it by accident, you will find that it's not much of a spoiler anyway - Lena Dunham can't keep her clothes on in that show. I know her naked body almost better than mine!

Anyway, I got off track. What I'm trying to get to is what the guy she's hooking up with, Paul-Louis the surf-instructor, says to her: "The cure for anything is salt. The ocean, sweat, and tears." (I may be paraphrasing, but that's what he's getting at.) He also calls the ocean the "big blue pill", which is pretty witty when you think about it. (A blue pill curing all ailments? That's what men have been trying to tell us for decades.)


Well, this morning I received some sucky news. Not really bad, no worries. But frustrating enough for me to shed some tears and complain bitterly to Richard about it. 
(It hasn't been the best week around here to begin with, otherwise I would have handled it better.)
He listened, gave me a big, long hug, and then he told me: "Go out and feed the animals, you will feel better."

I did, and you know what? I felt about a million times better.
And that's when the quote from the previous night's Girls popped into my mind, reminding me that I, too, have a cure for everything: My furry and feathery friends. 

There really is nothing like hanging out with my four-legged buds for a while, that helps me to set my world straight again. They have a way of showing you what's important, and what isn't.


Life is rough. It's wild, beautiful, and full of wonder, but it's also filled with disappointments, annoyances, and petty little shit you wish you wouldn't have to deal with, but you still have to. 

We all need a "blue pill".
I'm so happy I have found mine. I would prefer if it came without all the poop and all the work, but you know what? It's totally worth it. I guess, if my payment for being happy and at peace is shovelling shit - I'll take it. 

What's your happy pill? 


Cardigan: I bought it from the local Work'N play store, the label is California Moon Rise
Top: SheIn
Shoes: Old Navy (similar)


We'll make it! All of us! One "blue pill" at a time.





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