yesterday the united states national parks service celebrated their 100th anniversary. it had me day dreaming of hiking in glacier national park again, and doing that drive along going-to-the-sun road.

since i moved into my new place – it’s been months – i’ve delayed putting my art on the wall because i was debating getting a smart tv. i have no interest in cable, but having a larger screen to watch netflix would be cool sometimes. for the fact this many months have passed, i’m pretty sure i’m not going to get one and i should just hang my photos. having a full gallery of framed art along the ground does nothing to make a girl feel settled in her space.

i usually get into a little bit of a funk after i post really personal things here on s&s. there is so much effort that goes in to reliving a moment, that the pain of it comes back to the surface. that’s probably why it’s taken me so long to write parts of my book. silly me started at the beginning of the story and got caught in the undertow of old emotions. it took weeks for me to find the life preserver and crawl out last time. thankfully this time i’m older, wiser, know better. it was actually pretty great to share.

part of my treatment for PCOS is going back on birth control pills – for the rest of the treatment, i’m still waiting on blood work results (ugh) – which i’m totally fine with because babies = ew. but also not okay with because i believe the pill makes me super crazy. even though i’m on one with extremely low estrogen, i feel like it’s making me psycho again. it’s been less than one month back on it and i’m tearing up and crying over every little thing. for example: a facebook message message that said, “i look forward to our QT that weekend.” made me cry at my desk. i understand it does good things for hormone balance in women with PCOS, but if you don’t have to be on it, find yourself a better contraceptive.

i’ve been craving ice cream in a bad way this week; however, as much as i want to blame that on the pill cravings, too, we know that’s not the case. i haven’t been to village in a month. the last time i went was on a date, which i thought went well, but obviously i was wrong. and i got a seasonal flavour which just wasn’t that great because i don’t like chocolate ice cream, and i know that i don’t. so i’m really not sure why i decided on a chocolate-based flavour. maybe i was just reading everything wrong that night. long story short (i don’t do short well): i’m going to get me some ice cream this weekend.

what are your weekend plans? ice cream?

on a grey sunday a few weeks ago, my eye was caught by a bright yellow door. how long had it been there? i loved the way it looked against the brick building and dark sky. i snapped a photo and carried on my way.


little did i know that a few weeks later i’d be dining there, helping celebrate the launch of rodney’s fish shack – the hip younger brother of rodney’s oyster house. like, if rodney grew a beard, got some tattoos, and wore cool hats.

thankfully i wasn’t too clueless to the new paint job, the doors to fish shack opened during stampede in july.


this eclectic, urban eatery offers a concise menu of fast food favourites including: fish & chips, fish tacos, and breaded clams.

you order at the counter and can either get take-away or enjoy your meal at one of the counters or outside on benches parked along the sidewalk (terrible recent calgary rain permitting). the drink case is filled with the usuals, along with quirky original sodas and a variety of tallboys.

order the hard root beer, because it’s incredible. and if enough of us petition for it, maybe they’ll team up with village to get vanilla ice cream for a boozy root beer float.


besides it being delicious, i’m a big fan of the fish shack’s simple philosophy: sustainable seafood that’s always fresh, never frozen.

being in a landlocked province, fresh is not often something we see. i’ve run into situations with still frozen sashimi. it wasn’t good.


going for fish & chips was a regular occurrence of my childhood. being raised roman catholic, you didn’t eat meat on fridays, or religious days, etc. so fish it was! that didn’t last long past elementary school, but is still respected in mimi’s house.

mom would take us for halibut & chips at a little spot in the west end. we’d eat our beige-coloured meals at wooden tables and drink pop and cover our fries in malt vinegar. sister only ate the breading off of it; she’s not too huge into fish. and you’d pray you didn’t have to use the bathroom, because you’d have to go down a steep set of stairs, down a long hallway past all the storage rooms. this, of course, is all based on childhood memory, and i wonder how “scary” that basement actually is many years later, and inches taller.

i haven’t gone for fish & chips in the five years i’ve been in calgary, but rodney’s fish shack brought back enough childhood memories to know it will now be in my rotation.

are you a fish and chips fan?


friendship things. this week has been full of them, which makes me really happy. i have some really neat people in my life, guys. and they are, like, really pretty, too. which means absolutely nothing, but it often motivates me to actually do something with myself – like brush my hair – so that’s a plus.

though, getting ready for a friend date with a fashion stylist sent me into a full panic of what to wear, only to realize that on the daily i pretty much dress like a librarian, glasses included. but then Julie told me she thought i looked cute…collective sigh of relief. librarian for the win.

i’m also incredibly caffeinated because of all these friendship times. it does absolutely nothing for my already shaky hands. talk to sister, and know better than to trust me around an instagram creep. i’m accidentally liking all the 174-weeks-ago posts.

yesterday i decided to work remotely. it seems i’ve been pulled into meetings all week and haven’t been able to get any real work done. so a coffee shop it was – duh – mostly because i wanted more toast. plus, i love people watching. on a break from furious typing, i looked up at the bar to notice the last guy i went on a few dates with. you know the one that is currently ghosting me? yup. that one. *eyes down to the laptop* Leslie works across from the monogram, and thanks to my snap, she decided to come join me and grab a coffee. mid-conversation i needed to pee, and of course the bathroom was right beside the table ghost-man was sitting at. way to go me, walking back and forth to make things more awkward. winner. i did appreciate the obvious stare while he was leaving. i’m sure we’re both going to proceed like it never happened.

i’m on the golf course today for our company’s charity golf tournament. i’m terrible at golf, even though i worked at a course for three summers. i very rarely took advantage of the free rounds, except when bringing dad or a date – it was a prestigious, private club they’d have no access to regularly. seriously, boys, i have incredible hookups. you want to date me. our goal is $10,000 raised, and i hope we surpass that. pray for sun so i can tan a tad.

weekend full of work, a backyard bbq to watch the last hip concert with friends, and a hike with Erin.

what are your plans for the weekend? any awkward dating encounters to share?