Farewell to the Matrix

So, it is with great sadness that we bid adieu to the car we've had a for the last few years, our sweet Toyota Matrix.

I've always been a 4WD/AWD advocate I mean, we live in Utah, where it snows in the winter and we get crazy black ice  so I've always thought it necessary.

Seeing rear wheel drive cars stuck on the freeway, sliding up/down hills has always made me nervous so, for me, 4WD/AWD is the go.

The matrix filled not only the above need for me, but being Toyota, it's reliability was high, therefore another draw.

We had to get you a new engine early on in your life (who knew you had to check the oil and water all the time? I do now) but you've been a pretty trusty, albeit small car.

The Matrix is the car Stephen drove me to the hospital in (while I was heavily in labor) for both Mana and Koa.

With Mana's labor, the contractions were so intense I actually permanently  dented the glove box with my knee's on the way to the hospital.

This was the car Stephen and I, as first time parents, experienced the CRAZINESS that is driving a new born baby back from the hospital (you know you all drive like maniacs!).

We've made trips to other states on this bad boy. 

We've laughed in this car.

 Cried. 

We've talked til our voices were hoarse.

We sang at the top of our lungs while bopping our heads at red lights.

I've spent countless hours with our boys listening to them sing the songs they've learnt each day, the letters, numbers, months seasons.

So, since I got a new car for Christmas, I thought it fitting to say farewell to the Matrix.

Thanks for the good times!

Gobble Bubble

Ah Thanksgiving.

A day off work, a day with family and friends, and a repast to consume (unnecessary) copious amounts of food.

Round One.

Salad, or salads as it were yesterday.

Round Two.

Turkey and cranberry sauce, roast potatoes, roast sweet potatoes with brown sugar caramelized on top, stuffing, green bean casserole, gravy, cauliflower and cheese.

Round Three

(same as round two)

Round Four

Pie.

Pumpkin pie, apple pie, banoffee.

So good and yet so bad!

I often wonder why we (I) insist on eating more than is necessary.  

At a certain point, your body no longer enjoys what you are eating and starts to repel what you are doing .Your waist line starts running away from you thus expanding. 

At least, that’s what happens to me. 

Sometimes I think I can feel my skin tightening.

My clothes begin to anger and I believe they tighten in an effort to try to constrain me from the harm I am inflicting on myself, as if to say “No, stop it, we can’t take it.”

Even the clothes on the picture of myself I doodled today, look menacing “Why can’t you fit me? You did when you put me on this morning. Three hours later, and we need to be replaced?”

Oh willpower, why do you abandon me when I need you so?

That fluffy, delicious cream all whipped and poised, enticing me, calling me “put me on your pie, you know you won’t be satisfied without my creamy peaks atop that sweet layer of pumpkin”. Naughty, naughty pie.

And that is why I am sick today.

SCHLEEP!

I LOVE sleep.

LOVE it.

On a good weekend, my wonderful husband will keep the kids occupied while I have a nice 5 hour nap, which, for me, is heavenly!

On a normal week/work day, I’ll get the mighty 7hrs worth of slumber, which is just not enough for me.

I’ll often plan my weekend around my naps.

Dinner and a movie at 6 ?

Nap at 12. Up around 4. Shower and be ready to go by 5:30 to arrive on time (I’ll blog about my obsession with being on time later)

Sleeping somewhere other than my bed ?

If I’m within driving distance (less than two hours) I’m driving home.

We’ve had a tempurpedic bed for over 5 years, and my body rejects sleep when it isn’t cushioned by memory foam. 

It’s like cuddling a cloud.

Interrupt my sleep ?

You ever tried to wake a hibernating bear ?

If you want your face scratched, try it.

I feel as passionate about sleep, as I do about cake.

It's delicious.

Siesta ? 

Sounds like a bit of a good time to me!

Inemuri ?

Nah.

I want to dream.

If we get into my dreams ?

Apparently, in my dream mind, I'm a professional fighter (clearly, reading this blog enlightens you to my aggressive nature) a model (HAHAHAHA) AND I'm pretty sure I can fly.

Man, I have the best flying dreams.

Sometimes I have to get a running start, but most times I can just push of the wall, like a tumble turn when you swim, and I'll take off.

Is there a job, where you sleep all day ?

A professional bed tester ?

Sounds like a bit of me. 

UN-DAY!

You know what one of my favorite things to do is?

Kick it at home in my undies!

Not in a skanky way, in an awesome, freeing, I don’t have to wear pants coz I’m going to seriously sit here and marinate in my deliciousness kind of way.

I know this is a key tool for my sister to relax too.

I can’t do it so much anymore, since my kids are old enough to tell me “Mummy, put some pants on” but it’s awesome for a number of reasons.

·         Less clothes to wash

·         Pants wont ride up when you’re lying on the couch watching tv

·         You won’t trip over your pant legs when you walk around the house

·         Shirt doesn’t get bunched up when watching tv

·         You don’t have to “drop trou” when going to the toilet

I mean, those reasons alone are satisfactory enough to have a mandatory undie day once a week.

Another good reason?

·         Easy access for some good loving with the husband

Undie Day will help with your sanity, give it a go.