Odacava

Warning: I will jump around in my posts, from past to present and I will eventually jump to the future and to the amazing people in my life. I know, this could be against the books to some Self Help gurus who encourage you to live in the moment, but I want to get a lot out, so I’m going to jump around, jump up, jump up, and get down….sorry, reminiscing from the wedding dance.  It has been a busy summer, and I can’t believe it is almost over.

Side track, it drives me crazy when people complain about summer being over and that the weather sucked. It isn’t over yet, the forecast is great for the next week, and it was a great summer. Maybe if people were a little more grateful and took the time to enjoy the summer they would realize, it was a great summer.

This summer has been life changing, I feel as though, at 26 I have become a woman. I feel as though I am the most confident, and independent I have ever been. However, at the same time I have also joined my husband Brendan in marriage which in a sense we have become one. At times I feel as though we are one, we know what one another are thinking and we balance each other out. In that same sense, I feel as though I have found a balance of oneness and independence and that makes me proud to be a woman and be where I am today.

However, not gonna lie, I fell a little off track lately, it happens. I confess, I am addicted to making myself too busy. Sometimes I make myself so busy trying to please everyone else, I forget about numero uno, me!

I am human, but sometimes the best thing is the feeling of getting back on track. Today, I went to work (financial needs) early, went for lunch with a girlfriend (social needs), and I left on time to give myself the chance to go to the gym (physical needs). After the gym I came home to spend me time! I cranked the music, opened a bottle of wine, and made sushi, all while making this blog post (mental needs). I believe these are the basics of human needs, and everyone’s individualism needs to have a mixture of these with their passions. What is your passion? What makes you tick? What keeps you in check and balanced?

Cheers,

Krista

As promised, I’ll share where I came from, my favorite memories, and experiences. I was born in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. My parents were in their early twenties when they had me, I was there first. Blond fohawk with blue eyes, the doctor called it from the beginning; I’d be a heart breaker. My brother came a few years later, completely opposite from me, he had dark brown hair and brown eyes. We lived in a small town 45 minutes outside of Saskatoon, called Harris.

Harris was incredibly small; it was about 4 blocks wide by about 6 streets. We had one school where all the kids from kindergarten to grade 12 went. There was a rink, a couple ball diamonds, 2 parks, and of course a grain bin.  Main Street had the general store, a café, and a bank. My favorite thing at the café was their fries with gravy and orange pop floats. We used to ride our bikes up and down Main Street and all around town, numerous times in a day, going from one park to the next, racing each other, and riding from one friend to another’s. I have many great memories at the Harris school yard; telling secrets in the tree house, playing tricks on friends at the teeter totter, doing the helicopter trick on the swing set, and competing against the boys on the monkey bars.

As we got older, adventures got funner. We’d go quading out in the sand dunes, or in the winter we’d pull a toboggan behind a sled. My grandparents had a farm and I learned how to drive when I was 8. I always wanted my grandma to take me driving and I was eager to run errands in town or drive lunch to my dad and grandpa in grain fields. Any chance to drive!

My cousin Meagan would visit the farm every summer from Yellowknife (NWT) for a few weeks. We got excited about anything, even riding the lawn mower up and down the driveway. We’d spend a ton of time in the forest, building on to the tree house. We were busy little girls. We’d also go out to the pond behind the forest and catch frogs and salamanders in our rubber boots. We’d bring them back to the house and keep them in a paddling pool. We got the itch that summer, we laugh about it now!

Oh the memories

• Making quad race tracks in the stubble fields
• Hanging with my Grandpa Tom in the grain truck waiting for my dad to come by in the combine – I will never forget that harvest moon
• Country dances at the curling hall, fell in love with boys and country music
• Going into volleyball camps on the weekends
• Playing with my brother in the puddles
• Playing hide and go seek tag at the farm
• Picking raspberries that filled old milk jugs we strung around our neck with shoe laces
• Washing dishes and listening to my family tell jokes after a big dinner
• When my grandpa had just the right amount of rum, the old tunes from his university days came out
• Getting stuck in the mud after a big rain storm and having your dad come pull you out, haha, then getting stuck again!
• Playing baseball in the yard after dinner, so funny to watch my grandma round the bases
• Cleaning out grain bins with my best friends older brother, I confess, I had a crush on him
• Going to pit parties – my first french kiss in a car while the song “video killed the radio star” played
• Getting into pancake fights at the rink the morning after a freshmen party
• Partying till the sun came up

It was great growing up in a small town. I would not trade it for anything in the world. I truly believe it was because of my upbringing there I am the way I am. I completely relate to the Paul Brandt song, “Small town, big dreams”.  I had so many dreams and ambitions when I was younger, some of which I have acted on and accomplished, others I am still working towards, and I’m excited to achieve. Where did you come from, what were your favorite memories growing up? Did you grow up in a small town too? What  are your big dreams?

Cheers,

Krista

Hey, my name is Krista and I will be your server…someone once gave me the advice; when I write a blog article pretend you’re waitressing and the conversation will be personable and casual. Hopefully this tone provides you with a memorable and interesting experience on ODACAVA

What is ODACAVA? ODACAVA is avocado spelt backwards. I discovered the word 3 years ago when a friend opened a restaurant in Calgary,  Alberta called Avacado Grill. I really like the ring to ODACAVA and I just didn’t know what to do with it…should I have a kid and name him or her Odacava? Nah, not a good name for a person.  I didn’t know what to do with it until now.

Well that is where the name came from. What ODACAVA will become is to be discovered. I’m very excited to launch this blog. I’ve had it on my goals/’to do’ list for quite some time now.

I believe everyone has a story, I’m excited to learn about the people who stumble across this blog and want to share their story. I think I’ll appreciate this aspect about ODACAVA the most. I also hope to push peoples boundaries and try new things they’ve always wanted to do, but just haven’t got around to it. I encourage you to tell me about yourself and what you’ve always wanted to do, but for some reason you haven’t. Before you share your story, I have a feeling  you may want to hear mine. I’ll get into it tomorrow

Cheers,

Krista