Thursday, February 23, 2006

Olympic Fever - the Deadly Kind

D is constantly stopping me mid-complaint (I can be a slightly demanding person) and telling me to 'write a letter'. It's actually quite a comical conversation..

'I can't believe that the post office might go on strike AGAIN'

'Write a letter, Dear Mr. Post Office Manager...'

Today I thought I would do just that


Dear Ms. Hockey Players (a group letter)

YAY! You did it! Woo Hoo Canada Rules! And don't listen to the critics who say you shouldn't have been scoring so many a former goalie myself, I have never once been treated with some mercy by the other team simply because they were a better than us.

These are probably the same people that made the excuses for the men's team to have patience that 'they just needed time' when really 'THEY JUST KEPT SUCKING!'

Dear Mr. NHL Head Honcho

As a Canadian I would appreciate you recognising the importance of the event that happens once every four years and giving the players more than 3 days, with jet lag, to prepare for this event.

You make a gazillon dollars anyway - well, more than most of the humble Canadians - and considering a great majority of us not only live for the sport, we mostly live to watch our boys play it.

Dear Mr. Hockey Players (a group letter)

Get your heads out of your asses. You decide to stop playing the sport for a whole year and then when it's time to show up for your country, you play like individuals that collectively as a team could be beat by the Belfast Giants.

Next time you'll be on the ice together, you WILL BE IN CANADA. If you think you had 'pressure' in Torino, your heads will all simultaneously explode when you skate out onto home soil.

I cringe to say 'Vancouver here we come' but can only hope that this will be a bit of a kick in the ass to make sure there's no sitting on your laurels.

Stop whining, get your game faces on and go out there and prove to us why you deserve so much money on the ice.

Dear Mr. Quinn

I know that you are very conscious of getting angry because we wouldn't want anything to happen to your heart but please say you gave those players the stare of death as they slumped back into the change room after last night's defeat to Russia.

It wasn't even so much that last night was so bad, it was more that the anger from the five games before has got to come from somewhere.

I would also hope it's the last time we hear the old 'We need some time to gel as a team' line. You had the same time as everyone else on that ice. Why is it that the Finns were skating circles around you?

Dear Mr. Gretzky

It's time to put your skates back on boy-o.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Calendar Wisdom

I have one of those calendars that give you a 'quote for the day'.

Each morning I tear away the last day's to have a look at what is meant to inspire me. They are not always earth shattering and I'm not normally moved by them but it's part of my morning rountine and helps me get one day closer to whatever it is I happen to be looking forward to.

I'll let today's quote speak for itself. I've heard variations of it a gazillion times before but for some reason, on a Monday, it just clicked with me.

"Take risks: if you win, you'll be happy; if you lose, you'll be wise"

I have been thinking a lot lately about how much I have changed since we took the sell-house-quit-job leap. I've been thinking that it feels second nature to me to jump feet first into everything.

I always say the worst thing that can happen (apart from the terrible things like death or family member death or long term disability) is that we'll have to go home.

Some days, that really wouldn't be so bad.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Happy Birthday CV

For those of you in the UK, I am not wishing my resume a happy birthday.

I am, however, wishing my little sister a very happy 27th on this day in the middle of February.

It is probably the last time I will be able to use that phrase as my sister will soon have another inital at the end of her name. Her last birthday as a V. I'm sure she's been having thoughts like this all year but it has really just donned on me.

A couple of weekends ago when we spent that fantastically surreal weekend (did it really happen?) for her stagette in Chicago, my brother did the honours of pulling together old video footage of C in one of the many skits we performed over the years.

In the movie, as she is belting out the song I'm Selling Pop and Chips - dolled up in her very best bathing suit, a cowboy hat and a pretend Texan accent which she thought would be appropriate for our cousins who lived in Calgary (see? even planning back then) - she started to giggle.

It is mostly because of the accent and that yelling the song in the first place is difficult enough but when she heard her own voice in that weird way, the hysterics set in.

As we watched it all huddled around my parents TV, it was the giggle that I heard the most. I was reminded not only how much fun we had as kids together, but also, what a great laugh she has.

Even as an adult it's infectious. It's a lower toned giggle but one all the same that when you hear it, you think you're the funniest person in the world.

I miss her laugh.

So I hope that she has so much fun today, that she laughs so hard, that I can hear it across the ocean.


Happy Birthday kiddo - relax today and think of nothing but the cake and run&d.cokes that await you this evening. See you in 5 weeks...

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy F-in Valetines

I may in fact be one of the most cynical people when it comes to assinged-love-days.

I don't enjoy the fact that I have to be 'in love today' because Hallmark says so.

I get nervous when our anniversary approaches as the pressure just tends to be too much. Our 10th anniversary actually kinda came and went without much ado but the simplicity of it all made it perfect.

I don't like the fact that this seems to be an 'in your face single people' day where they are yet again reminded that they have not yet found someone to love (sing find me some body to love..find me somebody to love...oh Queen)

That being said...

I am a person who is filled with love, surrounded by love, heart stoppingly in love.

I did have a slight twinge when I realised D would be away for work on this day of commercialised love.

And when 12 red roses arrived at my work today, my heart fluttered and I did thank the universe for Valentine's Day.

You know you're in love when there is one person who breaks down your defenses with one simple gesture. It wasn't the cost of the flowers or the fact that it was Valentine's Day.

It was because today is the perfect day to make a big deal because I never make a big deal.

Internet, I don't know if this makes sense, but I do have to say that having deep red flowers beside my monitor all day is a lovely reminder of how lucky I am.

And maybe that's what's Valentine's Day is meant to be about. If so, I'm with ya.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Where it all began..

When I was home last July, I was lucky enough to not only be there for a dear friend's wedding but also take part in a very civilised stagette (Americans: bachelorette, UKers: Hen do).

My married friend K was in the wedding and therefore did most of the planning for the stagette and so I expected her to live it up quite a bit on our big night out.

I always seem to be the party supervisor - not it the practical sense but the 'is everyone drinking-having a good time?' sense.

For some reason, if you are not drinking, I WILL NOTICE. If you happen to be someone who does not drink, I WILL NOTICE if you have one.

My friend K is a bartender/student. This means that she is not adverse to a tipple or two or five. I feel at home when she's around because everyone else is either driving or pregnant or has to work the next day or has a wee one that will be waking them up too early in the morning.

It was about 30 seconds after this picture was taken that I had to ask why she wasn't actually getting her party groove on and packing them back like me?

Oh, she said knowingly. I made the mistake of having a few after work last night and I'm still suffering from a hangover.

Ah, I said understandingly, that's too bad *gulp big slurp of g&t*

And I didn't think anything else of it.


At a girlie BBQ the next day, which happened to be my last night in the good old Small Town, she pulled me aside and told me she had to tell me something.

'I know it's early on,' she said 'but I wanted to tell you to your face...'

'oh my god. oh my god. oh my god!'

This seems to be all I can say when people reveal to me their procreation news.

I jumped up and down and half mimed screaming (so as not to alert the others) as she said:

'I'm one month pregnant'


and oh, so that's why you weren't drinking last night.

And so it is my great pleasure to let you know internet that little Miss A. K. C. was brought into the world on Tuesday February 7 at 10:30ish EST.

Can't wait to meet you Miss A. You're a very lucky little girl. Just a tip - your mom is a sucker for L Park and will go swinging any time of the day with you. Just tell her your big Aunt A said so.

Congrats K and R. All these years and finally you've met your match.

What a great pre-Valentine's gift.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


Only the Vs would allow boys at their stagette parties.

I just spent a magical weekend with my family and 8 other fantastic women.

I don't have the time to go into any detail but wanted to share my sheer and utter exhilaration with you Internet.

I have a wonderful family. My sister has wonderful friends.

Thanks to each and every one of you who made the effort. We'll see you in two months...