Mustang Drive-In

“Rejected, abandoned, unwanted.” – Jasinda Wilder

This is a little throw back Thursday – mainly because I can’t remember if I have shared or not – I don’t think I have..

We have this old drive-in (called the Mustang Drive-In) near my house which was closed for sometime – not fully sure of the reasoning behind it – but it is closed. Last summer I took my mom and sister there to photograph it (which looking back probably started my obsession with abandoned things).

This drive-in was probably the most eerie abandoned place I have photographed. I am thinking it is because it was so off from the road no one could see/hear us if this trip turned into a horror movie (see what I did there 😉 ).

No one was there, it was just us. Until we were leaving and then and old man and his dog were walking around.

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Document Your Life April

I am a little late on getting this up here. April was a busy month!! It is usually the kick off of Jamie and I being on the go every weekend until July.

April 1 and 3 was Jamie and my sisters’ birthday respectively, and Cristina’s birthday happened to be Good Friday, so we celebrated with family on Good Friday and then with Jamie’s family Easter Sunday. So Busy, and it was only the first week.

Aside from birthday’s I helped Jamie’s stepdad paint their living room, had a wonderful visit with my friend who moved out west and her little baby (who is a lot bigger since I saw them last!!!), drank a lot of Starbucks, had our first BBQ without having to wear a coat and boots, read a LOT of books and completed my reading goal for the YEAR!

April was a great month.

Document Your Life April

Urban Exploration

” What I’m doing is self-interested: I don’t want to live in a world where there’s no privacy and therefore no room for intellectual exploration and creativity.” – Edward Snowden

Last week was so beautiful outside. It ranged from 15-20 degrees C – my preferred temperature. Tuesday and Friday my sister and I did some urban exploration and cityscaping in the beautiful weather.

Friday morning I learned there was this abandoned POW camp for Nazi Soldiers back in the 1940s – Camp 30. Prior to being a POW camp it was an all boys boarding school for delinquents…. And now it stands empty. Cristina and I were saying how it was such a shame that there was so much history there and yet, no one really seems to care – it was completely trashed and vandalized, but was perfect for pictures.

After Camp 30, we toured around and did some cityscaping which was fun just not nearly as exciting.

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Abandoned Farmhouse

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” – Leonardo da Vinci

I have a slight obsession with abandoned things – mainly buildings and homes. Well, only buildings and homes – abandoned cars or garbage is just an eye sore… I have always wanted to go inside of an abandoned house/building and photograph it. One of our hospitals closed and it was abandoned for awhile, I was dying to get in there and photograph it, but I (thankfully) waited too long and couldn’t get in because of asbestos.

I discovered a website the other day, where it had a list of all abandoned places in Ontario broken up into subsections based on geographical areas. Wow, I made that sounds more high tech than it really is.. Anyway, there happened to be a not boarded up abandoned farmhouse 5 minutes from me – how I never noticed it before, I don’t know.

I asked my sister to come with me because going alone is just 1) stupid 2) insane… I mean, hello random homeless man who may or may not be claiming this as his house.

We got there, took some pictures on the porch, walked inside took a few more pictures, heard knocking, then we looked at each other and ran back to the car. In hindsight it was just the screen door knocking from the wind.

We have plans to go back and look around a little more, on a day where it isn’t so windy so we don’t get spooked from a door.

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Bean Boozled Challenge

“With Bean Boozled, you never know what you’re going to get until you take a bite” – Jelly Belly

Yesterday my mom, sister, and I, decided to do the Bean Boozled Challenge and then record ourselves.

We went online to the Jelly Belly website to search for retailers near us – all 8 places apparently did not carry them. So we sat in our car and called everywhere in town we could think of until we found a retailer.

I went to the store, bent over, and got them.. 2 little tiny boxes were $11. That’s what happens when the actual retailers don’t carry them and then you find them at a specialty chocolate store..

Anyway, we got home, put them in a bowl, and started the challenge.

All I can say, is that it is all fun and games until someone (me) gets vomit and skunk spray.. Or in my sisters’ case ‘canned dog food’ which stayed on her breath for far too long.

House Warming Gift

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.” – Ernest Hemingway

2 weeks ago I was sick. I had Pneumonia and Bronchitis – double whammy, double the sickness, double the crappy-ness, double the drugs. It really sucked. In the middle of this fun time Jamie’s parents moved, so to make my time on the couch a little bit more interesting, I worked on a little house warming gift.

I’m going to ‘humble brag’ for a minute here. I shocked myself with how great it turned out.

I went to Michaels and picked up some worsted weight cotton to whip up some dishcloths. Fun Fact – I went through this phase in college between 2nd and 3rd year where I knit/crocheted so much that I caused a severe muscle strain so I just popped some muscle relaxants and kept going I created permanent nerve damage in my left shoulder. I didn’t want to over do it, so I made 9 dishcloths, in 3 different colour schemes – bright/cheery, neutral earth tones, and soft pastels.

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I wanted to throw a little something in with it – equally as cute, but something that went with it as well. I ended up purchasing a hand soap and lotion which came in a white metal stand. Pretty perfect. But to make it a little bit better, I designed little personalized labels for them. I know, genius right?

Unfortunately the original label was way too hard to remove. By way too hard, I mean, I spent 7 minutes on it, got frustrated and needed a Plan B (is it still capitalized if I am not talking about the Plan B/morning after pill?) so I went to Michaels and got scrapbook paper to wrap around the bottle to put the new label directly on top.

I made them all pretty with labels on the cloths and the plastic wrapper back on the soap/lotion and I thought – wow, I am pretty awesome  this is really cute.

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After I was finished admiring my work, I wrapped them up in the cutest little gift bag I found for $2.99, added some tissue paper and presented it. So easy, and such a great gift.

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‘Humble brag’ over.

Remember Me?

“There’s nothing as exciting as a comeback – seeing someone with dreams, watching them fail, and then getting a second chance.” – Rachel Griffiths

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Hello! Does anyone even remember me?

This little blog of mine used to bring me so much joy. I couldn’t wait to sit down and just type all my thoughts away. Somewhere along the way the joy started to disappear. It still gives me joy, but the new and exciting ‘I can’t wait to type this all down’ disappeared. I got caught up in all the extras, like self-hosting, and companies sending me things, and learning code, SEO, analytics, the numbers game, and this and that. What was once fun, started to grow and people were reading, and I felt like I had to ‘do more’, I started writing posts which generated views which I didn’t necessarily feel like writing. I stopped writing for me.

The thing is, I miss it. I miss what it was like in the beginning. I miss writing for me. I’ve wanted to ‘come back’ for awhile now, but this hiatus I was on was getting bigger and bigger and I felt like I needed to come back with something BIG and exciting, and the truth is, I am pretty boring lately – let’s blame this super shitty winter, and NO, I do NOT want to build a snowman. I don’t/didn’t have anything BIG to come back with so I kept putting it off, and putting it off.

So I am taking it back. I am going to sit down and just write; be selfish and write for me.

The thing is though, I feel guilty. I feel like when I don’t show up here that I have to apologize. Half of me saying it is ridiculous, but the other half doesn’t because truthfully if it wasn’t for you, the readers friends I don’t think I would have been around for almost 3 crazy years. So, let’s compromise. If I don’t show up, I won’t apologize, just think of me as that flighty friend who everyone hates because they don’t respond to text messages.. But if I do show up, pull up a chair, grab a glass of wine (or a cold can of a Green Monster) and let’s hangout… Because you can guarantee that is exactly what I will be doing.