The ten minute detective

It is really, really snowing. I feel like I should be studying, cleaning, or baking. The latter comes from a childhood conviction that baking made the house warm. I used to convince my mother that she desperately needed to bake muffins with me, so that we could warm up our house, which by the way was cold because my father guarded the thermostat of incessantly.

“But daddy, I’m catching hypothermia.” *dramatic teenager-style*
“Put on a sweater.”
“I’m wearing two.”
“When you pay for heat, you’ll see the brilliance of the sweaters.”

Now that I’m on my own, I see his point. Never thought I would, but I sure do. Anyway. Back to baking.
Mum and I would bake something, and really have fun doing it. The house would smell like fresh banana-chip muffins, and I would feel at home. Now I just feel nostalgic…and hungry for muffins. I also really miss my family. (They have the good muffin tins. I’m only half kidding!!)

I braved the damn Whyetmud today, and for anyone who owns a vehicle/will be driving one of the main lifelines in Edmonton, I have wisdom to impart of you: DON’T DO IT! It’s a deathtrap. People make fun of me for being for scared of winter driving, and I’m always convinced that they don’t understand the inherent danger that comes with it. I’ve also always been crazy-paranoid about driving…I concluded that a fatal car accident definitely ranks in my top 3 fears. I have a lot of secret fears, so that’s pretty high. I mean, I just don’t want to lose a loved one or my own life because of an accident that could have been avoided. Is that so hard to understand?

So, I clearly decided to spend the day cooped up in my apartment listening to Zeppelin, reading, and cleaning. I have to commence the cleaning; I got too into my detective fiction (as per usual). Ah. Hardboiled detective fiction, I love you so. I just decided that I’m making it the subject of this entry.

I decided to let y'all know that I downgraded my shoe collection when I moved. I just counted. I only have 64 pairs here from the original 75. They are almost all sandles, they nearly all hurt my feet, and I love each and every one as though it were a child. Why do I own so many sandles of various height (many are flip-flops, many are heels) when I live in a country that is frozen 6 months of the year? Sad, yes?

Also, this is what happens when I get snowbound in Sherwood Park and crash at Chelsey's place. We decide to get intoxicated and embrace the great outdoors. I'm terrified of getting sick yet AGAIN, so that's why I'm bundled up in a million layers of warmth. I like the hood on the hoodie that I stole from her. I wish it was red- I would look like Steve Zissou, and it would be wonderful.

Cheers!

K

Quote du Jour
“Oh my God! My parents were socialist perverts!”
-Chelsey