the thunder was insanity last night

KABOOM!

What? Why am I starting this post with a KABOOM!? Why, my friends, I am now THUNDER. KABOOM! HEAR ME ROAR. Bahah. I kid you. I am not thunder. But I have experienced a fair share of thunder over hare (yeah, so it rhymes), so, surely, there's some similarity or... anyways... A few nights ago, the weather was absolutely horrendous - and I mean that in the best of ways. I've never heard thunder so loud. It was explosive. It was scary. GAH I LOVED IT. (I totally dork out at thunderstorms. They're my favouritezzz!!!! Yeah.) I also felt very lucky to be under a roof and in a bed and I was crossing my fingers that no one was trapped outside...

Aside from or including the storms (whichever way you roll), the weather has been really glorious. Right now, I'm outside getting my tan on. Just kidding. 1) I never say "getting my tan on." (I just don't think I can pull that phrase off.) 2) I'm so over tanning. SPF is where it's at. Unprotected sun-worshipping is cancerous and uncool, folks.

My sister informed me that I looked like a picnic blanket. Aw, don't you love sibling honesty?! Lalala. Yay.

(Before you proceed with the usual ramblings, I feel like it is necessary to note that 1) these photos were not taken in Alberta, but 2) I am currently in Alberta. Kapeesh? Kapeesh. Clarity is our friend.)

Typical pre-August dialogue that has, indeed, occurred typically:

Person: What are you doing next month?

Me: Um, well, I'm off to Alberta to see family.

Person: Hah, what's there to do in Alberta?

Me: Lots of fun stuff, like, um… JKZZZZ. There's nothing to do!

Note: I'm not saying this to be offensive to Alberta. I'm really not. In fact, I'll let you in on a lil' (not so) secret. When I was a wee little one, I had dreams of living here! (Well, particularly because my cousins were living here, but HAR, that's besides the point!). But really. In the town that I'm staying in, it's even smaller than my wee little town in Southern Ontario. Can I just say BAM! that's saying a lot? BAM! That's saying a lot.

But really, I do love it here and consider it a "home away from home." 78% of the family on my mum's side lives here, so it's this big, ginormous, loud azn (asian) family. WOOT WOOT. What I've been acutely aware of is how crazy these generational gaps are. We have my grandma who's seventy-something. And then my little cousin who's 2 years old. There's offspring of offspring. Families of families. I don't know. It's freaky to realize how all my parents and aunts and uncles were once me and my sister's and my cousins' age. It's freaky to realize that will, at one point (hopefully), probably quickly, become my parents' aunts' and uncles' current age. There's a weird sense of nostalgia, of realization. Time goes by really freaking fast...

(Shirt - Value Village $3, Skirt - Value Village $3, Belt - Thrifted $1, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Broach - homemade by the Sibling, Bag - Gifted)

I hope you all have a glorious weekend with glorious weather with glorious colours and glorious people! xxx

What time are you looking forward to?