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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

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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 goals...as 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…

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, …

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 an…

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 wh…

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 …

Magic

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...