Lawsy, I've been busy - relatively speaking - since returning from vacation. It's amazing how much piles up after an eight-day hiatus from the homefront. I've been multi-tasking like a motherfucking riot; taking the boys to the playground while mentally composing posts, responding to constant "fun facts" about animals while making 16 litres of tomato sauce, preparing frantically for my solo trip to Saskatchewan while photographing plates of tomato-based dishes. Did I mention I have a whole lot of tomatoes in my possession? My mother-in-law supplied me with "a few" tomatoes; "a few" meaning "fifteen pounds". It's a good problem to have, all these sweet and delicious tomatoes.
Although it's been warm here the past few days, there is a slight change in the air and I realized there are only three more weeks of summer vacation left! Cherish every moment goddammit. In addition to cherishing moments and tomato preparation, I am also beginning my usual August routine of thinking about back-to-school items and festive things like snowsuits and boots. The children are sweltering as I force them to put on their boots and mittens to ascertain fit and what is needed for the imminent winter. In Calgary, you never know. WINTER IS IMMINENT PEOPLE. Cue music of doom; perhaps an instrumental version of Patio Lanterns or maybe The Devil Came Down To Georgia.
The music of doom was also playing in my mind as I found myself in the mall at 5:00 on Saturday night. Unfortunately earlier in the day I was getting my old grey mare roots coloured, necessitating the late-afternoon mall shop, which is - as we all know - is the most spirit-crushing time to attend to all your shopping needs. Why is that? Why are there so many crowds, screaming children, rude people, and despondent employees at that time? And why do I never learn? There were two lights at the end of this tunnel of consumerism: Sport Chek had sales on running shoes, which I liked since we had to buy the boys each two pairs, and we had dinner at the food court, which is the kids' favourite, as I have undoubtedly mentioned before. A teenage girl and her boyfriend sat at the table next to us, along with this cute fellow:
Speaking of the old grey mare and giant orange bears, I decided that I was going to make a dramatic change in my hair colour, and so I took this photo to my hair therapist, who looked at me quizzically. "Okay," she said, "But it's kind of the colour you already have. It's pretty similar." No no! I said cheerfully, explaining that I wanted something more coppery. She made a change to my formulation, coloured my hair, and...it's marginally different. Dramatic overhaul fail. It looks pretty much exactly like this photo, taken poolside last week, pre-colour. Note: my dad makes this exact same face when he's thinking, leading me to believe once again that I am an actual younger, female, and artificially red-haired version of him. Thanks for the grey hair genes, Dad!
It's giveaway time! Prize yet to be determined but sure to be awesome. Or at least kind of fun. Leave a comment and let me know what you're up to this August. Or what colour your hair is. Or at what point in the year do you start thinking about snowboots? Ah, who am I kidding - leave a comment about anything and I'll enter you in the draw. Name to be drawn August 22!