Friday, December 18, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
That is why I now feel like I am the female version of Forest Gump. I walked to IGA today (2 km). On the way down I thought maybe tomorrow I'll walk to Dominion (5 km), let's walk in the Santa Clause parade on Saturday. That should be good practice, as we'll be singing carols at the same time. All I am thinking of is different places I can walk to. Move over Forest.
Rachel asked how far is 30 kms. I thought about it for a minute and then said to her that it would be equivalent to walking from our house to Toronto straight down Yonge St., and then back again the next day. At that point, both our jaws dropped open, wow, what have we done.
We can do this, we must train, we will need good music, we will have good family and friends with us and I am really excited about accomplishing this feat, because this will be a feat. Thank you Maureen for your email. I'll make sure to say that lots over the next 10 months of training (probably with some wine). Let's go team "Organized Chaos".
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thought – Labour Day marks so many things in my life. I could never figure out why I was always so emotional the last week in August and the first week in September. It is such a milestone date, memories of being a kid and last day at the Ex, first day of school, can remember starting high school like it was yesterday (right down to the so cool tartan skirt my mom bought me, that wasn’t so cool when I went in to register, luckily there was a boy there whose name was Doug Shirley, who was called up to the stage with “Shirley, Doug” that might have been more embarrassing). Then Labour Day goes on a sabbatical for a while when work starts, but boy does it come back with a bang when you start having kids and they go off to school.
Preparations were crazy the week before, school bags, lunch bags, pencil crayons, etc. What to wear, we always bought new fall and winter clothes and the first week of school was always beautiful, and off my 5, or 6 or 7 year old would go with his/her new wooly sweaters, that usually came off by the time they got to the school yard. And there was me standing in the school yard with all the other moms, with my throat acting like it had just closed up from a major allergic reaction as I tried not to cry. By the time the kids were in grade 3, the other parents knew just to nod at me.
It’s funny now I can close my eyes and bring back that happy/sad feeling that will always be associated with Labour Day weekends, or I can just play the Staples commercial on youtube and enjoy the day. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year”. Happy Labour Day
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Well now what do I do, right
Thoughts on “Julie and Julia” – what an interesting story, I never knew what an interesting person Julia Child was, to me she wrote a cook book, that had way too many steps in her recipes for me. Give me cookbooks with those “A meal in 30 minutes with 5 ingredients” type of books. Now I want to become a French cook, have to try the beef bourguignon and move to Paris. I would also like to know how you live to 90 years of age smoking, drinking and eating everything with BUTTER. Julie Powell is a soon to be thirty year old frustrated with her life and decides to set her self a goal, to cook every recipe in Julia Child’s cookbook and write about it on her blog. Not only write about the recipes but also about her personal life, it is amazing how much information we give out about ourselves on the internet. (sounds like a thought for another day). The characters and the actors were great and I would recommend it to everyone. I was surprised at how emotional (wow a real piece of me being exposed here, but not too big) I was during the movie, there were some really moving spots. It’s not just a chick flick, it is really quite interesting.
Well, hey that wasn’t so bad (are we allowed to talk to ourselves on our blogs). I hope so I'm probably the only person going to read this (not likely I'm bound to make the kids read it, poor them)