Thursday, April 30, 2009
But back to the post at hand. Since I was one of Harried's first 5, the first as a matter of fact, I will, sometime in the next 12 months receive a little something made by her. How she will find the time to make anything with her four young'uns underfoot and training for who knows how many marathons I'll never know? But it does put me under the gun as I only have three and they are in school all day and the only running I do is to the grocery store. I can't wait, I love getting packages in the mail, especially surprise ones.
So, if you'd like to join in on the fun, all you need to do is:
1) Be one of the first 5 to comment on this post saying you'd like to join in
2) Post a 'Pay it Forward' post on your own blog, linking back to here.
3) Start getting creative and come up with something homemade to send out.
That's all folks, so comment away and you may receive a very special, yet-to-be-determined, hand made item by moi. Don't worry, it won't be this.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
at random without aim or purpose or principle (see Harper government) Sorry that was my addition.
Monday, April 20, 2009
But the week ended with the weather finally getting more spring-like and the most perfect day on Friday which just so happened to be my 43rd bday! I got the boys off to school, Number Two was more embarrassed at the scabs than still hurt but he went and I got to ride Jazz with three friends for almost three hours. I even got a bit sunburned. Oh happy day!
Later my in-laws arrived with our 16 year old niece who is having a tough time at home but is always happy to stay with us and hang out with the boys. Hard to reconcile the horror stories about her with the girl who loves to play Wii and do crafts with her much younger cousins. So I was free to get ready for my surprise. My friend and neighbour decided it was the perfect afternoon to sit on her deck and have a cold beer, first of the season. The kids decided that since the pool was open they would get their suits on and jump in. Big surprise for them - it was 42 F! But the hot tub was also open and close by. We had a ball watching their faces as they emerged from the water and reminded them to "keep breathing" when they insisted on swimming from one end to the other. Boys.
My Other Half told me I was to be ready by 6:30pm and then we headed out stopping at two local pubs to see who was staking out the patio - no one we knew so we headed to my Dad's where we were supposed to pick something up. Now I don't always expect a surprise on my birthday. Oh hell, yes I do and my Other Half has almost never disappoints me. He says he loves doing it, sometimes it is a night in the city or dinner at a great restaurant and sometimes is is a home cooked meal with a few of my nearest and dearest who had spent all week lying to me about their plans for Friday night. They are very good liars because, of course, I am always on the lookout for clues to my surprise. We had a great dinner, everyone helped out. As my Other Half said in his toast to them, "In the city when you invite people they wonder, Are you paying? Up here they ask, What can we bring?" Not entirely true but they all brought something yummy and lots to drink.
Now at age 43 I really no longer expect gifts (but I am always hopeful) and these friends know me too well and put such thought into the ones they chose.
- a bag of horsey-themed stuff which I love because it reminds me that after 30 years I once again have a horse of my own
- a homemade CD of songs from my teenage years, Bruce Springsteen, The Police and The Talking Heads, just to name a few. They all made me feel 16 again
- a book about Algonquin Park where our cottage is and my most favourite place on Earth
- a very sophisticated and grown up ice bucket with a bottle of Prosecco, the Italian sparkling wine and my new drink of choice
- an iPod Shuffle (I know, I have very generous friends), bright pink so the boys won't steal it, to load up with the above mentioned songs to get me up and moving after a long winter of doing nothing
- a gorgeous necklace that is so simple and elegant that I can wear it every day and when I get dressed up
- and from my boys, they all went to the Tack Shop and picked out a new saddle pad and girth for Jazz, summer riding gloves and a little horse figurine that reminded them of pictures they had seen of Fire, my horse from when I was a kid
What more could a woman ask for? A husband who loves and keeps surprising me, kids who are excited about my rekindled passion and friends who are thoughtful and generous and don't laugh at how bad I am at playing pool. It was a glorious day and a very late night, one that I will remember when day to day existence takes back over.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
No tulips or skating on the canal, too early and too late for that but we will visit the newly renovated Museum of Science and Nature and then take a trip across the river to Hull, Quebec to visit the Museum of Civilization.
But first we have to get there. Remember the John Candy movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles? Well, our trip is going something like this - first we drive two and a half hours to the city. Downtown to be exact and meet our friend who drove with my Other Half to Ottawa and flew back today at his firehall. He is the driver of the pumper truck which I understand is a very big deal. We are leaving the car with him and he will take us to the airport but if he is not in his fire truck he has to be at the hall. So he is going to drive us to the airport in the pumper truck! Yes, that's right, unless there is a fire, we will be taking a firetruck to the airport. Am I the coolest mother ever?
But wait - there's more, as they say on those info commercials. To get to the Island airport we have to take a ferry. It's only about 5 minutes but it is a boat. Then we get to fly on one of those little turbo jet planes to Ottawa where we will be met by my friend in her Volvo. Don't ever say I don't know how to show my boys a good time!
Happy Easter and Passover everyone. Stay tuned for how the weekend went next week.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I just thought I'd let you know that I am inhabiting an alternate universe. So if I don't jump right up to get you another glass of juice or find the jar of mayonnaise that is right in front of you on the top left side of the fridge, don't worry. I just thought I'd let you know.
No, it isn't Second Life or something creepy like that. It is a universe where mothers are always right, always witty and pretty and kind. They are supportive of one another and they let non-mothers visit anytime they want. Some I admire from afar, others I have actually come face to face with, so to speak and others kind of scare me but much like a car crash I can't look away. But I can go all over the world and peek in on other's lives, kind of like driving around at night peeking in windows. I think it makes us all feel better that we are not alone in this universe.
I'm not leaving you - yet, but I do find myself spending more and more time there when you all are at school and work. The reason I haven't mentioned it is because you wouldn't get it. Kind of like how grown-ups don't get the video games you play. It is kind of like Webkinz world, which I know you don't visit anymore (oh, those were the days of carefree innocence) I meet new people from all over the world everyday and make new friends. I know you can't believe it but mothers need to have their own life too.
In this world, no one talks back. Well, they call it commenting and it is usually done nicely and anyways I can't see if their are rolling their eyes. No one cares if I have one more glass of wine, in fact it is encouraged and unlike facebook everyone usually uses correct spelling, punctuation and grammar.
Yes, we share pictures of our families because everyone wants to have a face to put with the detailed description of your potty training or first date or man cold. But we also share photos of places we have visited, rooms we would like to live in and the food other than hotdogs and Kraft Dinner we would like to have the time to make and enjoy.
Don't worry though, I have no intention of moving permanently to this world but just to let you know if you can't find me that's where I'll be.
Monday, April 6, 2009
But you'll have to forgive me if five things don't come to mind very quickly right now. I am still waiting for the "Golden Years" my sister-in-law promised me would come between ages of 6 and 12. After "wipe my ass" and before "kiss my ass," as she put it.
Why? you ask. Well, where should I start?
Number One Son is 11, and showing far too many signs of preteen angst already, "I hate her Mum, I really hate her. She is always bugging me." Said in reference to the daughter of friends of ours who is in his class.
Number Two Son is turning 9 next week and he and my Other Half are constantly at each others' throats. Both are the middle child. Need I say more?
And Number Three Son isn't my cute, little 6 year old. He is the Tasmanian Devil. You know, the one from the Bugs Bunny cartoon - constantly in motion, knocking down everything and everyone in his path with spit spewing out of his mouth when he finally does come to a halt.
Nice eh? But I'll try to think back.
1. I love the fact that my 11 year still hold my hand when we walk to school - sometimes.
2. I love that my almost 9 year old crawls into bed with me every morning when he wakes up for a cuddle. "I can't start my day any way else," he says.
3. I love that my 6 year old still asks for "Hug, Mum, hug." all the time.
4. I love it when I get time to spend with them individually. They become different kids when they don't have a brother or two around vying for my attention. They talk, I listen, we communicate.
5. I love watching the relationship they have with their grandparents. We are so lucky to have all four young, healthy and close by. They love watching hockey with their Grandpa, doing crafts with Grandma, going fishing with Dippy and just hanging out, doing nothing with Geeya. Each one of them will make my boys better people.
I do love my boys, I just want to like them more.
Now I'll tag some of my favourite rockstar mothers from all over. Those who have inspired me and made me laugh when I just want to cry.
CDP in Maryland at Parenthetical
Barrie in California at Barrie Summy
Kyran in Arkansas at Notes to Self
Rachel en France at This Provencal Life
Kellan in Texas at On the Upside
Nell in Maine at Mama Goose
Tanis in Alberta at Attack of the Redneck Mommy
Hope I got everyone's names and locations right and that takes us in a few different directions. Enjoy the tour!
Thanks Karen for tagging me, it did make me think about why I do love my boys.
Friday, April 3, 2009
We rode down from the barn along the road and spread out in front of us was Georgian Bay, as blue as the Mediterranean Sea. Off to the east we could see the ski hills still snow covered and the fanatics still skiing. The fields we rode past were brown with just the faintest tinge of the green winter wheat which stubbornly grows under the snow. Pussy willows were starting to bud on branches and the birds were singing up a symphony from all directions. We crossed the highway without too much trouble, cars slowed down to watch us, one father stopped and rolled down the back window so his young daughter could wave at us. We headed for the comfortable footing of the Rail Trail and a chance to stretch Jazz and Sultan's legs. It was bliss.
But this morning I woke to 6 inches of snow and a story that has taken much of the joy out of that ride.
Local police are investigating a hit-and-run involving one of Canada's top equestrians after she and her talented young horse – which had to be humanely put down by the side of the road – were struck on a rural side road earlier this week.
"Bella suffered so much," recounted Jessica Ruppel, who was riding the promising 3-year-old bay Hanoverian filly when a pickup truck smashed into them. "She was trying to get up and thrashing and whinnying. It was just horrible."
Veterinarian Jim Mitchell gave the filly medication for shock and fought for two hours to save her as she lay in the mud, covered with blankets. But when it was found she not only had internal injuries, but a shattered pelvis, the decision was made to humanely destroy Bella right there to end her suffering.
"I'm pretty shattered by this whole thing," Ruppel said in an interview yesterday.
Ruppel, who suffered a black eye and other bruising, said they were hit by a light-coloured pickup truck just 125 metres from the barn driveway Tuesday about 5:50 p.m. while out on a fun ride with friend Monica Wolfe on her appaloosa Kirby.
Ruppel, 25, is a fixture on the North American Three-Day Event scene and is currently on the list for Canada's 2009 team in the Olympic discipline, which combines show jumping, cross country jumping and dressage in a three-day format.
Just last year, Ruppel spent months recovering from a broken back suffered in a riding accident.
Ruppel said the truck was heading down the narrow gravel road at a high speed when she began waving her arms at the driver in an attempt to get him to slow down. The riders moved their horses to the far side of the road, but the driver made no attempt to slow, she said.
"He was going quite fast. I made eye contact, but he wasn't on his side of the road," Ruppel said. "He didn't move over, he just held his speed and his line and he hit us."
Ruppel said the truck, which had damage to its front driver's side, stopped and the driver and passenger got out.
"He yelled at me something like `what were you doing on the road?' and then got back in his vehicle and drove away," she added.
We were riding on that same stretch of road. How can people be so cruel and inhumane? I am going to spread the word throughout our little community in the hopes that the driver of the truck is caught and punished severely.