Sunday Morning After!

Today was a BUSY day.

Lance and I were up early (6 am…ugh) and we went to the gym. Then we met with our financial planner and went over all of our financial crap (ugh) and then we went to the bank and set up a joint account (ugh) and then we moved some money around and got settled into high interest (medium risk) money market mutual non-RRSP and RRSP funds. On top of the RRSP/GIC/Mutual’s I already buy into every pay day, by the time I am 55 years old …so 25 years from now… I will be worth 5 freekin MILLION!!!! OMFG!!!! And that’s if I don’t change any of my contributions…I am only putting away $250 a month. Thank you Dad (step dad, Lloyd) for “MAKING” me start “planning” for retirement when I was 16. I am now safe and secure and will be able to have a life that doesn’t revolve around work.

I made my “first” mature adult “do I really need this?!?!” decision today. Lance and I opened a joint checking account and our banker asked us “what kind of checks do you want?” and then puts down this big book of options. Well, of course I wanted the decorated ones. The ones I really wanted had puppies on them. They came with this really super cute check book holder that had puppy paws stamped across it. The price of the puppy checks versus the “ugly boring” checks was DOUBLE. Instead of getting what I wanted I settled for what I needed. Yes, there is a first time for everything folks *lol* while it might seem really mundane and quite silly to you, it was literally the first time in my life that I have weighed the options and took the “smart” route. I am still quite proud of myself. *lol*

My mom is still calling me at odd random times and singing the pull up commercial to me. You all know it…”I’m a big kid now…” …ha ha ha…*sighs*

I am almost 30 years old and I am finally starting to figure it out. I have learned the value of my credit rating, and I am thanking Christ I didn’t learn that lesson the hard way and that my rating is high enough to be able to do what I want to do with my life.

I also gave myself some shock therapy today. I have been blonde my entire life. It’s pretty…but god is it boring. I wanted something FUN so I called my girl Alana and said “babe, you’ve gotta help my hair!” and OMFG did she “HELP” my hair. I am still stunned…Lance loves it…it’s starting to grow on me. She did high lights, low lights, chemically straightened it, then after the high and low light stuff she foiled in yet more color to give it “texture and depth” (yes, that’s Alana’s definition…I didn’t know hair could have depth being that it isn’t 3-D…) here are a few pics…I’ve included a somewhat recent “before” picture as well so you can see how truly dramatic this is.

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--After (front) --

--After (back) --

After spending 3 hours with people who only wanted to talk about money, another 4 hours with Alana who kept using “depth” and “texture” in every other sentence it was REALLY great to toss on the beloved OILERS jersey and go to the game.

Lance and I drank green beer (it is St.Paddy's Day after all), cheered until we could no longer scream, clapped until our hands were raw, and had a REALLY good time. The tickets for tonight’s game were the ones that Lance won at the auction in memory of Neil that we went to last month. The Oiler’s might be out of this years playoffs (sobs hysterically) but the atmosphere in Oil Country hasn’t changed. It’s just TOO fun.

Lance has now gone to play his second hockey game of the day and I’ve finally found a few minutes to actually write a blog about what’s going on with me. It feels good to write again.

Over the past few days I’ve had a chance to re-connect with friends that have been a part of my life since the mid 1990’s. There is so much history between all of us that it’s just a nice peaceful easy feeling to be around them again. They know me. They understand me. They love me anyway. I am grateful for their presence and their reminders about where I’ve come from, the progress I have made, and how far I have yet to go. Friends like them are priceless.

This is a shout out to my girls, if by some stroke of miracle any of you ever manage to figure out how to use a 360 page and read this…Cheers! It’s the Sunday morning After! *lol* (yes, there is a story there…)

A Blurb from the song: Amanda Marshall – Sunday Morning After

I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"

"Jack the volume, I love this song!"

(And then it all gets hazy)

And my clothes are selling on e-bay (click me)

And I don't know what I'm gonna put on

(Where were my friends to save me?)



I blacked out I came to

And it's all such a blur

Had a blast, I assume

But I'm really not sure



Exactly where I am now, baby

Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)

'Cause this is insane!



Oh my god!

I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my god!

And I think that my tongue's pierced too

Oh my god! Oh my god!

It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?

(Oh my god! Oh my god!)

*howls with laughter* to make a long story short…I didn’t wake up with a snake tattoo, but I did wake up wondering what the fuck ran me over and why I suddenly had EIGHT extra holes in my body with pieces of metal shoved through them…at least the guy was still hot the next morning without the “Rye Goggles” that I without a doubt had on the night before (‘cuz the girls don’t drink beer…nope nope, its Rye or nothing…no “beer goggles” here) *lol* god I wish I could go back in time to re-live all of those moments.

I talked to Ananda today. I needed…well…to be honest, I wasn’t sure what I needed…but my soul cried for her, so I reached out to her, and once again, she didn’t fail me. I am so lucky to have that woman in my life. I made a date with her for tomorrow. I need to spend some time in her presence. I need to re-center and just let go for a little while. I need to release some of this toxic stress I am carting around about money and decisions and everything else about life that is winding me up. Tomorrow I am going for a walk through the river valley with Ananda to listen to the birds and watch the birth of spring. There is a lesson to be learned from the seasonal changes of life.

I am so proud of myself for finally recognizing when I am hitting my stress tolerance level and being able to take charge of the situation by giving my soul some time to breathe. I know the changes I am making in my life are hugely impacting, but I also know that they are the right choices.

It’s kind of scary being an “adult”. I am planning a life and a future with someone that I love passionately, but still, 30 years is a LONG freekin time. Yes, 30 years is how long our mortgage is for. I know when I look at him that he is my forever. I have no doubts about our relationship’s ability to sustain, maintain, and grow together. But still, 30 years is a long freekin time.

(Wow…I am all over the place tonight.)

Lance actually stunned me on Friday night. We went to Karaoke with some people from work. He actually got up to sing. Before the song started, he asked me if this could please be the song we dance together for our “first” dance as a married couple. All I could was nod and cry.

The man is thinking about marriage. He’s thinking about our wedding day. He is thinking about what he wants our first dance as man and wife to say and mean. He is thinking about me. He really does truly madly deeply love me.

The song Lance sang: Keith Urban – Your Everything

The first time I looked in your eyes I knew

That I would do anything for you

The first time you touched my face I felt

Like I've never felt with anyone else



I wana give back what you've givin' to me

And I wanna witness all of your dreams

Now that you've shown me who I really am

I wanna be more then just your man



I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

And be the hand that lifts your veil

And be the moon that moves your tide

The sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheels that never rust

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more, I wanna be your everything...



When you wake up, I'll be the first thing you see

And when it gets dark you can reach out for me

I'll cherish your words and I'll finish your thoughts

And I'll be your compass baby, when you get lost



I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

And be the hand that lifts your veil

And be the moon that moves your tide

The sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheels that never rust

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more, I wanna be your everything...



Be the wheels that never rust

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more, I wanna be your everything...

I wanna be your everything

Life is progressing. Life is changing. I am rolling with the changes and learning how to be the best ME possible.

I hope all of you are happy and healthy. I’m missin you guys.

Smooches,

Kris.