Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Live at Squamish

This past weekend I was incredibly excited to head up to Live at Squamish - a local music festival - that featured some pretty incredible acts.

Hubby and I were being joined by my cousins for the weekend - we bought our tickets and booked our hotel back in April - and then had a long 4.5 month wait.

I've noticed that hubby has forgotten how to smile in pictures lately...next time I will poke him in the kidney.  That oughta get some kind of reaction at least.

Unfortunately our weekend got off to a rough start when there was an accident on the sea to sky highway and what should have been a 45 minute drive turned into a 3 1/2 one. We tried to make the best of a bad situation by rolling down the windows and singing along to Cinderella's "Coming Home".  Jen even managed to accidentally sing right at a passing car.

"Sorry Alberta" she yelled as he rolled past at 10km/h. He gave her a thumbs up out the window. Aren't all us Canadians just so polite.

It's hard to recover your good mood after a start like that - especially when the delay made us miss a few bands that all of us were really excited to see. In the end - on a scale of 1-10 - I would have to put the whole experience at about a 7.  Not too shabby...

and now I give you the weekend in pictures - complete with witty captions:

Screw you Sea to Sky Higway and your stupid merge down to one lane areas.

i was getting bored in the backseat...starting taking some 'artsy' shots.

No two people can sing AT each other like these girls.  LOVE IT!

The only redeeming feature of our long drive was having this view to our left the entire time.
finally...around 5:45 we made it to the hotel.  And started drinking...

I think maybe I tried to take too many self portraits...jen looks a little annoyed. In my defense - by this point we had run out of mixer for our vodka so Cheryl was using Smirnoff Ice as mixer. Did I mention I'm a cheap drunk?

on our way to the festival grounds we met this lady walking her Akita. He was so huge and cute I needed to take a picture of him. Unfortunately I was pretty drunk at this point and forgot to make sure you could see the dog in the shot. Sorry...


Our view of the stage from the beer garden. What? we could (almost) see the band.
Warning: these go down WAY too easily.
Day 1 ended with us hitting the hay at around 11:30.  Wow...we really can party these days.  Unfortunately for my hotel room companions I slept very soundly but kept them all awake with my snoring. Hubby seemed to have made the right decision to sleep in the car at the campground with his other friends.

Day 2 dawned and we had several hours to kill before the music got started at 3pm. Question is what does one do in Squamish with 6 hours to kill?  Answer - head to Walmart where you can buy stuff you don't really need right now but might need soon...and try on funny hats/headgear:

I seriously love these ladies.  Big box store shopping is so much more fun with them.


After Walmart the girls decided they needed a nap.  Not sure why...I felt fine.
 
our nap area was pretty noisy so after about 45 minutes we gave up trying to sleep and played dress up instead.  Here is me in Cheryl's hat and glasses.  I was going for pouty lips...but it looks more like I'm laughing.
We arrived back at the concert grounds and found a spot where we could see everything AND lean against a fence. Jackpot!


everyone assume your positions...and stay there for 6 hours.


Cheryl went up to dance and so jen and I snuck another self-portrait.  It's one of those things we do that she pretends bugs her so we keep doing it. hee hee..
the clouds started to roll in right around 7pm...

...and it threatened to rain several times.  But never did...
And that was all she wrote...we hit the highway around 10pm Sunday night and had a much quicker trip home than we did coming up (thank god.)  By 11:30 I was back to reality and preparing my kids lunches and folding laundry.

you know...i just re-read my entire entry and realized I didn't talk much about the music considering that was the purpose of the trip.  There really were some incredible bands up there and I loved getting introduced to new musical acts. The Tragically Hip headlined on Saturday night and from what I could hear/seee from the beer garden they were pretty good.  they might have a futre in this biz. (seriouly I could use a sarcasm font...)

City and Colour closed out the show on Sunday night and was fantastic. And I discovered 2 new bands that I really liked - The Airborne Toxic Event and Wintersleep. Both were awesome. 

In truth though I think - for me - the actual music was secondary.  It was nice to have in the background but I am definitely more about having fun with my friends and enjoying their company.  So next year I think I will pass on the event.

Nothing personal Live at Squamish...I think you just ain't my bag...baby.







Is this week over yet?


Okay...I know I've been a bit of a complainer lately...but this week is really shaping up to be a rough one.  The weather has turned gray and much colder and I am flying solo in my department this week.

So this is pretty much how I'm feeling today:



The only saving grace is that I have Friday off...so just 2 more days to get through.

I can do it...





Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Temptation of Change (Quotable Bits #13)

Making a big life change is pretty scary.  
But, know what’s even scarier? 
Regret.
~ unknown

Last night, after finally getting the girls to bed, hubby and I found ourselves sitting in the living room assembling our new Ikea book case and coffee table while watching House Hunters International. (yes…you are free to feel jealous of our amazingly exciting life…)

He sighed one of those long meaningful sighs and said: “Sometimes I really envy those people that can just up and move to a foreign country. I wish we could do something like that…”

He’s said things like that before…but usually in the middle of November when Vancouver is at its least desirable and he is longing for the sun.  But this one felt different…both in the tone of his voice and in the way I felt when he said it.

For the first time I could actually picture us packing up the kids and the house and making a big move.  Just like the family on TV that was moving from Chicago to Holland. They looked so excited!

All night I kept thinking about it…wondering what was different about the thought this time.  Because there really should be no reason I would want to leave here.  I LOVE Vancouver.  All of our family and friends are here.  We are settled, happy, content.

And that’s the reason right there…being settled, happy and content is great but it’s not very exciting.  We are in a rut…a routine…a cycle…  So much so that taking a spontaneous trip to Ikea on a Tuesday night became the highlight of my week.

It’s not so much that I want to get away from here, it’s that I want some kind of change.  Something to rock my world, take me out of my comfort zone.

Because more than anything else I don’t ever want to look back with regret.

Of course the logical person in me knows that there is no way we can up and move to a foreign country but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep watching House Hunters International with a pang of jealousy.

And I may or may not have Googled "marketing jobs in Paris" today.  

 Just sayin’…



So glad that...






Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tuesday Night Fun (no assembly required)

Last night we made a last minute decision to pack up the kids after dinner and head over to Ikea.  Hubby and I were excited about getting a new bookcase and coffee table and the kids were excited about the prospect of ice cream.

Who knew that hanging out at Ikea on a Tuesday night could be so much fun...


Umm...T...you got a little something on your face.
video 
 I posted this video on facebook and one of my friends 
asked "Who's the biggest kid in your family? :)"
 
PS...the real reason we had so much fun was because we were all together.  Family fun time is really not as fun without Hubby.  Truth.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

Monday, August 20, 2012

My Fave Car-Related Memories (Monday Listicles #11)

It's Monday...time for another listicles...this one is all about cars. In particular...my 10 best car-related memories. #1 was easy...

1. Every 16 year olds dream: I grew up around cars, spending most of my childhood at a race track.  So it was no surprise that as my 16th birthday all I could think about was getting my license and getting a car. On the morning of my birthday my dad took me to breakfast and then told me we were going to stop by to visit my grandparents.  And there…sitting in their driveway…was a red Honda CRX with a crisp white bow on the top! I loved that car from the moment I set eyes on it.  My mum drove it home and we parked it in the garage until I got my license.  I remember sitting in the garage for hours just listening to the radio dreaming about the day I could finally take it for a spin. Sadly I failed my first drivers test (that playground speed limit sign was TOTALLY covered by a tree!) so it wasn’t until 3 months after my birthday that I finally got to hit the road in my little red car. 
Vehicle: Honda CRX



2. The Long Arm of the Law: I don’t want to say that I was a cocky driver…a better term would be self-assured.  So after 6 months of not breaking a single traffic law (or at least getting caught) it was only natural that I would be signing my own praises to a group of friends.  “Can you believe I have never gotten a speeding ticket?” I asked them. “With my lead foot you’d think I would have at least got a warning!”  Well…I wasn’t laughing later that evening when the red and blue lights started flashing behind me.  And it wasn’t a warning he gave me.  Bye-bye clean driving record…at least I hadn’t been in an accident!
Vehicle: Honda CRX

3. Totally NOT my fault: Fast forward a few months after getting my first ticket. I’m driving alone…headed downtown for dinner. My mind occupied with thoughts of my first road trip in a couple of weeks…I can’t wait to get out on the open highway.  I can see a car turning left from my lane ahead so I signal and start to move over to the right.  At the same time another car from the curb lane is trying to come over…I’m concentrating so closely on not hitting that guy I don’t notice that the light has now turned yellow and the car in front of me has stopped.  CRASH! I look up and all I can see is the red paint of my hood…that can’t be good.  My poor beloved CRX was very nearly totaled...just $200 separated it from being a write off to being covered for repairs. 
Vehicle: Honda CRX

Portlandia: When I was (almost) 17 my dad, brother, very preggo sis in law and BFF drove down to Portland for the IndyCar race.  This was supposed to have been my first big road trip with Sara – but since I had crashed my car just 2 weeks before we were forced to ride along in the minivan with the rest of the crew. Also tagging along were 2 friends of my dad’s.  They were brothers – the youngest was 24 – and I instantly had a major crush on him.  We had some amazing memories on that trip including “Squirrel in Toilet” which really deserves a post of its own.  But there are 2 car related memories that stand out for me…
Vehicle: Dodge Caravan (‘cause that’s how I roll…)

ours actually had the white hubcaps too.  sexy.
4. Look…it’s an Olympian: We took a video recorder on this trip and recorded way too much.  One of my fave moments is a really stupid one….please remember I was only (almost) 17.  We had stopped in Olympia, WA for lunch and I had decided to record our exit from the Pizza Hut for posterity.  So I’m rolling tape as we all climb back into the van.  I’m the last one in and am sitting precariously on a 12 pack of Dr. Pepper with the sliding door open as the van starts to move.  So there I am teetering on the pop cans…video camera in hand…trying to close the door as we are moving away.  The last shot on the tape is of one of the locals…walking across the lot…and I shout (as the door finally closes) “Look…it’s an Olympian!” Trust me…it was funny at the time.

5. First Contact: So after a few days together at the race track, in the minivan and at our rental house I was certain that I was in LOVE with Dave.  We flirted incessantly – much to the annoyance of all of our fellow vacationers I’m sure.  But there was something there between us.  Of course it was destined to fail given that I was 16 and he was 24…but for those few magical days that didn’t matter.  On our 3rd night we were returning home from dinner and Dave and I were finally sitting next to each other in the back seat of the van.  And slowly…he moved his hand over and held mine.  So help me I can still remember the feeling of that first touch…it was electric.  Neither of us said anything…just held hands until we arrived back home and snuck off into the back room to make out. 

6. Livin’ on a Prayer:  Once I was finally on the road I never wanted to get off it.  I loved driving my little CRX…it was an awesome feeling. My most frequent passenger was my best friend Sara.  One of our fave things to do was get on the highway where we could get up to over 100 km/h, open the windows all the way and sing along to Aerosmith. The highlight was always turning up the volume so loud on the drum solo of Livin’ on a Prayer so that the entire car shook. It’s been almost 20 years since we did that and Sara emailed me just the other day to say the song came on and she immediately flashed back to that time. Memories!
Vehicle: Honda CRX

7. Canucks Fever: The spring following my 16th birthday my beloved Canucks made a run to the Stanley Cup Finals and I have many vivid memories of that run that were spent in my car. Including one where Sara and I sat silently in my car after we lost game 7.  We had watched the loss on the ‘jumbotron’ at the Pacific Coliseum with thousands of fans and following the heartbreak of losing we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. “We could head downtown…” Sara suggested. “there’s probably something going on there.” We considered it but in the end decided to head home and try to sleep off the pain.  Later we watched the Stanley Cup Riot unfold on TV and thanked our lucky stars we decided not to head downtown.  Such a sad night.
Vehicle: Honda CRX

8. Grad Night: I didn’t have a date for grad night.  My boyfriend of a few weeks (I call him hubby now! J) already had a date and since he had paid for a portion of the limo already thought it would be bad form to back out.  I’m still slightly annoyed at that decision but figure I’ll get over it one day.  So Sara and I decided to make the best of it and go with each other.  And rather than a limo we had ourselves a brand new, fresh off the line, newly redesigned, Ford Mustang convertible…in jet black. I felt so incredibly cool behind the wheel of that car. Driving a stick shift in heels was a little interesting…but I managed to leave the transmission in workable order.
Vehicle: Ford Mustang Convertible baby!

9. Welcome Home Baby:  I had pictured this moment in my mind so many times.  I even remember telling Hubby when we bought the car that this is the vehicle that would bring our first baby home.  Talk about high expectations for a 15 minute drive! On the day we were finally able to take her home (17 days after her birth) we got the car seat installation double checked and then I climbed into the back with her.  She was so small we had to put rolled up receiving blankets on either side to prop her up.  Hubby drove the speed limit the entire way and I couldn’t stop looking at her sleeping face.
Vehicle:  Ford Escape

10. Welcome Home Baby #2: After building up the expectations to the nth degree for first baby…bringing our 2nd daughter home was a lot more low key.  For one thing there was no car seat inspection this time…we were old pros.  For another…I sat in the front seat and let M entertain her little sister on the way home.  And finally…little T cried the entire way home…a marked difference from her older sister who had slept peacefully.  Second children really have a way of making sure they are noticed! J
Vehicle:  Ford Focus

That really is just the tip of the iceberg too…I could probably do my top 20 list…maybe even up to 30. I can’t believe some of my amazing road trips to Jasper, Kelowna, Whistler, Tofino and Seattle didn’t even make this list!

Thanks Stasha for another great writing prompt…always a great way to start the week.



Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sucking it up for the greater good

It’s Sunday night at 9:30pm and it feels like the first time I have been able to sit down and take a breath all weekend.

With Mission Renovate His Sisters Apartment still ongoing - but thankfully (fingers crossed) almost done - Hubby was working and I was once again alone with my girls all weekend. And after a very long and stressful week at work I was kind of dreading it.

I knew going into it that I was lacking in the energy and enthusiasm my girls were going to ask of me so I thought it might be best to start out the day with getting my ass kicked at the gym.  And I also thought it would be good to call in reinforcements.

Thank god my sisters answered the call.  They met me at the gym, helped keep my kids occupied while I finished my work out and then spent the next 3 hours helping to tire them out.  We did lunch, the mall and Superstore (on a Saturday!) with no complaining from the girls. Mainly because when we are together with Jen and Shaneyney…everything is way more fun.

Case in point - what we got up to in Superstore:


It was no wonder that when we finally got home - 2 hours later - the girls were exhausted and asked to watch a movie.  I love it when they want to take a break and sit quietly at the end of a long day. I just wish they would do it for more than 15 minutes…which was about all the time that I got to relax.

Then it was dinner, baths, books and bedtime.  Once the kids were in bed I was finally free to fold the laundry and do the dishes…you know…those end of day chores that I look forward to so much.

Sunday morning dawned and I felt even less energetic than the day before.  So I thought the best way to keep the girls occupied would be to finally drag out some old toys I had been holding on to for the right time.  As I sorted through the boxes I came across an ‘autograph book’ I had when I was 8.

And in that book I found this wonderful message from my dear Poppa:



This is the origin of my nickname that is now my blog address and twitter handle. I miss him everyday.

Once I had dried my tears…I got to work pulling out the “new” toys my girls were dying to play with.  And what a walk down memory lane it was.

First came the bunkbed and school desk I had for my Cabbaage Patch Kids. That was followed by about 50 of my favourite books from age 7-13.  I was shocked to see that I had ‘stolen’ several of them from my school libraries…yikes!

And finally the ultimate prize…Barbie dolls and clothes that belonged to my mum and aunt.  Pulling those out was like looking at the wardrobe department of Mad Men.  So retro. And I remembered almost every outfit!

Then we fast forwarded about 25 years to the Barbie dolls of my youth…a little different that the others.  And of course all the pieces from my Barbie newsroom set - complete with anchor desk, control room panel and microphones.

The best part was probably when my girls asked me to tell them what these were:


Generation gap anyone?

These new/old toys kept us all occupied for hours…so engrossed were we that I completely lost track of time and had to scramble to get ready for a family bbq.

In the chaos of pulling together extra clothes and snacks, wrapping a birthday present and doing my makeup I realized that it was suddenly way too quiet.  Fearing the worst I went looking for the girls and found them here:


So much for assuming trouble every time.

We drove out to my brother and sister and law’s new house - and after one Google map mix up - managed to arrive just 30 minutes behind schedule.

The time spent out there with my family was just lovely…especially watching my girls spend time with their cousin Olivia. She is just 4 months younger than my youngest and we don’t get to see them nearly as often as we would like.

While the girls played (aka pulled out every toy in Olivia’s room) I enjoyed a few glasses of sangrias with the rest of the adults in the backyard.


Maybe one glass too many? 

All in all - when I look back - it was a pretty good weekend…full of family, friends and fun…but I am exhausted. After these past few weeks single parents are my new superheroes…I have no idea how they do it every day.

I for one am definitely looking forward to having Hubby back to share the parenting workload.

Friday, August 17, 2012

High Five for Friday


What a week...so happy it's Friday. I really think that taking a vacation is almost not worth it because of the amount of work you have to put in to be ready to go away...and the amount of work waiting for you when you return.  I am absolutely drowning in paper, deadlines and stress.

But...that's okay...because it's Friday.  And here is a small sampling of why this week has been actually been awesome...

1. Heat Wave - we have been enjoying a week of hot weather and clear blue skies. It finally feels like summer from morning until night.  I LOVE IT!


2. Crafty Projects - I have a whole list of projects I want to get done around the house.  It ranges from painting walls to reupholstering chairs to accessorizing rooms.  Most of these projects hubby and I have to do...but I was able to find one that my girls could help with.  We all had so much fun painting these letters for the kitchen.  Now I just have to find the time to put them up!


3. Transformations - after a week of vacation I decided that I really needed to get my ass in gear.  So I committed to getting back to the gym at least 3 times (oh how I love my 30 Minute Hit), bringing my lunch everyday and drinking more water. And I am pleased to say I accomplished all of them.  Baby steps...

Post workout hair disaster!


4.  Date Night - after spending several days in confined camping quarters together we were deftiniely ready for a break from the kids and they were ready for a break from us. Solution - sleepover at my aunt's house for the girls and date night for us.  Sushi at our fave place downtown (hello crunch roll!) and then tickets to see Cirque du Soleil's Michael Jackson show.  We were pretty happy for the time off.


5. Deliciousness - yesterday was a scorcher and a few of my colleagues and I decided to make the trek across the bridge to indulge in some amazing fro-yo. It was  long, sweaty walk but totally worth it.  I had never been to Menchie's before but I will be back.  So many flavours and toppings to choose from.  In the end I went with Coconut and Cake Batter yogurt (all fat-free) and topped it with strawberries, cookie crumbs, gummie bears and cheesecake pieces.  Oh...and sprinkles. Yum!


Happy Friday everyone...make it a great one...

~ K.

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Monday, August 13, 2012

Nobody told me… (Quotable Bits #12)

 
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
~ every parent in history

I was pretty confident when I got pregnant with my first child that I was ready to be a parent.  I knew that having a child would completely change our lives…turn it upside down. I knew that my needs would no longer come first.  I was prepared to take the back seat.

I read books and voraciously devoured every bit of information I could gleam from the internet about becoming a parent.  And most importantly I asked my friends for advice.  I told them to tell me EVERYTHING…don’t leave anything out.  I wanted the good, the bad and the ugly. And they gave it to me.

But nothing they told me seemed insurmountable. All of the tough times they talked about were just that…moments in time that would pass.  I expected the sleep deprivation, the loneliness of being at home, the crying, pooping and puking.

"I got this," I thought. "No problem."

But when my first daughter was born nothing went as planned.  She arrived 7 weeks early by emergency c-section and I didn’t get to see her for the first 12 hours of her life. The emotions that I felt during those hours were enough to tell me that my life had indeed changed.

I was mad at everyone that had seen my little girl when I hadn’t.  I was angry at the doctors for keeping me away from her and for my family for thinking that showing me photos of the daughter I had yet to touch would make me feel better.

I was desperate to hold her.  It was as if a piece of me that I didn’t even know I had was suddenly missing and I was incomplete.  And it wasn’t until I was finally taken to the NICU and was handled my tiny little bundle that I was whole again.

Finally...
I was forever changed.  She had my heart.  And 3 years later I was surprised to find out that I had enough room to share it all over again when my second daughter arrived.  


Becoming a parent was a difficult adjustment.  But meeting the physiological needs of my girls was never an issue – it took a lot of work and effort but it was all doable.

It’s the emotional toll that has been the toughest.  The fact that I am not able to watch movies or TV or read books like I used to because now I read them from a mother’s perspective.  I simply can’t handle any storylines where a child is sick or hurt.  I’ve actually gone back to re-read books I once loved only to abandon them midway because I forgot that a child in the story had cancer.

As a working mother I spend my days apart from my kids and I find myself constantly thinking about them.  About what they are doing right that minute.  About whether they miss me. About if they are happy.

And I am pretty sure these are feelings that will not go away…rather they will evolve.  As my girls get older my worries about them will change…but the fact that I worry will not. 

Becoming a mother has defined me.  It is unavoidable. The moment my children were born my life was no longer my own – it was theirs. That’s the deal…and I’m cool with that.




Saturday, August 11, 2012

Vacation

When I think of vacation most times my imagination takes me to a beautiful white sand beach where I sit under a palapa, book in one hand and pina colada in the other and hubby at my side.  No kids in sight.

Or - following our awesome trip in February - I think about traveling to the happiest place on earth where my kids are suddenly angels and we make amazing memories as a family.

In my wildest imagination I have never pictured myself sleeping in the cramped back seat of a car in the middle of the forest for three nights…and on my birthday no less.

But that is exactly what we just did.  And much to my surprise and delight…despite not being able to extend my legs in my sleep…we had a fantastic time!



Having just spent more money than we had on the aforementioned trip to Disneyland earlier this year we knew it would be tough to take another family vacation.  But now that our youngest was out of diapers and had given up naps we thought it was time to give camping another shot.

So we packed up 2 cars and headed up to one of our fave spots in BC - Cultus Lake - for 3 nights of camping.



We got off to a bit of a rough start when we arrived at our reserved campsite and found it had to be the worst one in the entire campground.  Right next to the bathrooms…with absolutely no privacy at all.  Not good…  So we headed out to tour the rest of he campgrounds to see if there was anything better available.

Oh…did I mention it had started raining?  That wasn’t in the forecast…so we were not prepared.  Oh…and I was sick.

Yes…definitely a rocky start.

But once we found our new perfect campsite and started setting up things started to improve.  The rain stopped, my cold medication kicked in and a campfire makes everything better. 





When it was time for bed we had very little complaints from our girls. The fresh air had them exhausted to the point that our littlest only said she had to go pee once.  Ah the blessings of nature.

I had made the decision that it would be best if I didn’t sleep in the tent with everyone - I thought it would be best not to hotbox my cold germs and get everyone sick.  I was convinced that the back of the car would be better - I could cough and blow my nose without disturbing anyone.  Never did I think that it wouldn’t be long enough.  It wasn’t.

So for three nights I wished that I had taken yoga…because I was pretty sure I slept each night in one of those positions.  And woke up with numb legs. 

The next day we packed up our stuff and went to spend the day at Cultus Lake beach.  I have spent a lot of time at this lovely little lake in my lifetime.  And it was just a great feeling to watch my kids swim and play in a lake where not only I had played as a child but where my mother had as well,



We swam, snacked and dug in the sand.  The girls made new friends and I even had time to flip through a few magazines.  To wrap up the day we got ice cream and took a walk down the lake front to look at all the cabins that I have come to know so well.
 


After popping into town for dinner it was back to the campsite where we scrambled to put up a tarp as the weather forecast was once again calling for rain.  Several roasted marshmallows later the kids were in bed and I was sitting in front of a roaring campfire while hubby played his guitar.  I was finally feeling relaxed.  Not sitting on a beach at an all-inclusive resort relaxed…but I was willing to take it.

The next day was my birthday - the big 3-5 (separate blog post on that whole subject to follow). And the weather was once again not cooperating. So we spent the day at an indoor pool and wrapped up the day with yummy dinner at earl’s and birthday blizzards at DQ. 

All too soon it was time to pack up and head home. While we were all sad to say goodbye to our campsite I think we were also all ready to go home.

That might even be one of my favourite things about vacation - there is always that moment where you get to come home again.

And boy was it nice to be home…my bed never felt so good.


 

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Murphy’s Law

I’m not a big fan of Murphy and his stupid law.  Far too often he plays spoilsport to my best laid plans.

Case in point…right now my hubby and kids are spending a beautiful day swimming and visiting family at a backyard birthday party.  What am I doing?  This...



It’s a long weekend…and we are heading off for our first family camping trip of the year tomorrow.  So of course…I’m sick.  Thank you so much Murphy…you bastard.

The very same thing happened to us when we tried to take our first camping trip last year.  It was almost comical how many things went wrong…from Malia throwing up in the Tim Horton`s as we grabbed breakfast on our way to the campground…to me getting so sick that I had to spend the night in a hotel fighting a fever…to hubby getting sick as well and us heading back to the city after just one day of `vacation``.

We wound up spending our week of vacation at home…sick. The kids went to daycare and we sat on the couch looking at the beautiful weather outside the window and mourning our lost vacation.

I am determined not to let this happen this time.  So as crappy as I feel I am going to suck it up and make the next few days as awesome as I possibly can.

I want my next blog post to be full of amazing moments - swimming in the lake, building sandcastles on the beach, mini-golf, late night ice cream runs and roasting marshmallows. 

I am going to give my good old buddy Murphy a taste of his own medicine.

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