Monday, January 30, 2006

Just Another way I'm TOTALLY Winning the Tug-o-War with 30

You Are 27 Years Old
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/

Friday, January 27, 2006

The Little Miracle



This is proof that not matter how many miscarriages or eptopic pregnancies or pregnancy complications come along, sometimes the universe just makes it happen.

My good friends C and J are the two more deserving people to be parents. In love since they met and starting dating at age 14, who better to combine DNA and bring one into the world?

This is a 1 in a million chance, as told to C by her doctor.

The universe has spoken.

Congratulations you two. I am so so so so happy for you that words cannot express. I hope you don't mind that I shared your excitement with the Internet. They'll love this story, though. They're good like that.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

3 Bridesmaids and a Bride

The ladies - sadly minus 1 :( - with the bride

Let me preface this picture by saying the bride is in green and that if you can't figure out who I am you really need glasses. I also must give a shout out to the wee sister who could not attend but WILL be there on the big day. (Not much longer now H and we'll party it up together big sista style yo!)



I must be in the wedding mood because last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly was hit with a wave of writing inspriration for my sister's wedding. I've written them down and will tuck them away unti a time when I sit down to write the speech that I must admit I am most looking forward to. (Have I mentioned my entire family LOVES being videoed and having their picture taken AND making up plays? attention hogs? ya think?)

I am a very honoured bridesmaid in her party of 4. What I love more is the situation which perfectly describes my sister:

Ever since we were little, my two sisters and I planned on doing a round robin of 'maid of honour' so we would all get to be maid of honour for one time.

So, really, the first one of us to get married would be setting the tone. For example, if C had chosen me as the maid of honour, then I would have chosen H and H would have had C. It was our little way of really saying that there we were all standing up for EACH OTHER even though one of us would get the title at a time.

Since I live in Belfast and H lives in Chicago (a 10 hour drive from Toronto with no traffic so not exactly near to my C), C decided to mix it up a bit, in the most sweetest way.

She is an event planner, I may have mentioned but if I haven't it is only because I always assume people know that - all you have to do is meet her and she will have assisted you in you next dinner party, with the outfit to match.

As an event planner, she has a good grasp on 'event protocol'. For example, trade show exhibitors are responsible for buying everything from the overpriced venue while the overpriced venue is in charge of employing too few customer service staff to actuallly HELP YOU when you're at the show.

Hotels are meant to be accomodating when it comes to menu choices for evening galas but no one can control the chef who may or may not admit to spitting in you food when you send it back 3 times.

This is the world my sister lives in - a world where each person is a puzzle piece of the event and each piece has it's role.

The Maid of Honour role has specific duties: Stagette planning, shower planning, keeping-you-from-killing-your-future-in-laws on a regular basis. The sorts of things that a person within close proximity can do.

C realised that her two sisters were not close and so, she would not have a maid of honour. We would all be bridesmaids, all equally important and more importantly, all equally able to fufil the role of 'bridesmaid' much more sufficiently than Maid of Honour.

The sweet part was that she would forgoe a very key role in her event. She would not break the pact that she made with her sisters.

Nor would she break the role of the Maid of Honour for how could someone possibly be called the Maid of Honour and not do all those roles?

The funny part is that the idea the maid of honour role could possibly change for her wedding never crossed her mind. It was all or nothing. And so we all are the big kahuna's standing beside her.

This story makes me smile and I just can't help but think 'How cute is SHE??'

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Suddenly thinking...

I guess this also means I'll now have to post a picture of myself...hmm..

Does my hair look okay?

How much do I love that my blog now has pics?

Since I couldn't be there for the real thing, I'll take this as a second best.

The blushing bride gears up for the big day..er..night...


That look? It's the serenity that comes with knowing you've got a life changing experience ahead of you that you are so ready for. Captured emotion, relfected back, reaffirming the extreme bliss with the impending words 'I do', sealed with a kiss.

It wasn't the real veil, or even the real day, but it was almost as if our cheap crinolin piece of fabric made it that much more real.

It's in these moments when I realise my life is rich with friends.

A Lesson in Sharing

Out last night with my good German friend S - I always preface my friends with something that describes them so people will be able to relate to other stories I've told about them; isn't that nice of rambley old me? Like 'My friend from high school with the little boy E' or 'My friend from university who's really competitive J' or 'My friend A who visited my parents in Chicago'. And so the story continues...

We hadn't seen each other since before Christmas and were catching up on all the things that we missed. In amongst this lovely conversation, I did what any red-blooded-woman-in-winter does and busted out my Body Shop lip balm (tangerine, so glad you asked!) to slather onto the old chapped flappers for yet another time in the evening when I then instinctively held open the circular tub, offering up the opportunity to S.

She politely declined and without missing a beat proceeded to carry on her conversation.

It struck me as I was swiping my fingers back and forth and around my lips that what an odd yet completely accepted gesture I had just made.

At what point did we decide that lipbalm sharing, good, roll on deodorant sharing bad.

Please, feel free to stick you finger into this pot of flavoured and overpriced petrolum jelly that I frequently stick my germ-infested fingers into then slather copius amounts of the stuff on one of your body's first line of defense - your lips.

(Readers: how sad is it that I had to just stop typing to put on some of the aforementioned lip balm ?)

And it wasn't as if I had made some faux pas because let me tell you there have been MANY a girl who have partaken in my finger germs. With a smile AND a thank you.

And it wasn't that S thought what I was suggesting was at all crude or disgusting. She perhaps was just not that chappy at the moment.

It was more the realisation in my brain that as humans, we can be conditioned to do the oddest things.

You would never offer up your eye liner or your foundation in a bathroom - unless of course it's your sister and she would STILL point out the dangers of cross fertilising eye gunk - but you would, IN PUBLIC offer up fingered goo for someone's mouth.

I just had to think, how did we get here?

That and just how long did I NOW have to wait to put more on.

Bring on the viruses. Show me what you got.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

The Bear Awakes

I decided if I was going to attemp to upload pictures on my site, what better way to kick it off then the view from the seat at the cottage. This is me, literally sitting on the couch, turning my head left and looking out.

Check. It. Out.

If you're not relaxed just looking at it, you're not alive.

After almost a month of not posting and some serious relaxtion time, I think I am ready once again to tackle the world with words.

My creativity has been topped up and my energy levels are much higher.

Here's hoping 2006 is as fantastic and awe inspiring as the last couple years have been.