tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37650958687058955172011-12-02T17:35:27.379-08:00WELCOME TO MY NARCISSISM AND FOOD ADDICTION... I SURE LIKE IT, YOU MIGHT TOO!Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.comBlogger1411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-5537470856544121782011-11-18T13:59:00.000-08:002011-11-18T13:59:07.471-08:00

I've got a couple fevers actually, but I've only photo documented my craft madness. And for the sake of pure and shameless braggery lets just take a gander.  Shall we?OK, the wreath is kind of a stretch.  I did make it but I made it a year ago and I'm adding it to this series of pictures to kind of beef up the stock and make me look even cooler than I am right now.   Because what is cooler than

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It really was.  So much fun.Even if the word "princess" makes mama gag a little.  As in Fairy Princess.  She settles for Power Girl who Power Dances in her Power Dress.  And that suits me fine.  I can Power Back That Up any day.

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My patience is growing shorter with the days.  Some afternoons my compassion feels as thin and delicate as the leaves that crunch and snap underfoot, she tests a boundary and I crumble.  I hear my voice whipping like a chilly wind and I think, "who said that?" Was that me? I am hoping this is just a season that will be merciful and turn quickly.  In the meantime I am perfecting the art of the

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-28106673548290063382011-09-22T21:29:00.000-07:002011-09-22T21:29:58.519-07:00

I haven't made many peeps over this a way these days.  Nap time musings have been in short supply since I've returned to work. This caught my eye tonight and I brought it over here because I'd be real happy if it caught yours too.

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I spent a decade of my life working with children with disabilities and their families.  We didn't just work.  We played, we struggled, we worked hard to communicate, we laughed, we told stories, we cried, we made enormous messes, we cleaned up, we made loud noises and we did not apologize.  We loved.  A lot. I was young when I began this work.  This background feels like a living part of me,

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GRATITUDE.  I don't know who to thank.  But the gratitude is deep.  To every loving force in this world, thank you for helping to bring a moment of sanity to an ill mind.  Thank you for returning this boy.

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What a nightmare.  This makes me ill.  This boy and his family need to be together.  Now. PLEASE CHECK THIS AMBER ALERT

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-77653945126797535252011-08-28T23:02:00.000-07:002011-08-28T23:06:51.394-07:00

Tonight was date night, before he flies the nest again... There has been a lot of that lately - woe! We dined tonight where we've never dined before.  Maybe it was because change is a brewin' or the fact that our favourite restaurant was closed this Sunday evening, but tonight's random date lead to a very good fortune. Scratch that. The raddest fortune ever. The fortune was twofold. First

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-88643249493121082722011-07-07T20:11:00.000-07:002011-07-07T21:23:06.386-07:00

Soleil and I enjoyed a warm bath together on this windy July night.  It was entertaining to the power of crazy because she was toddler-drunk.  She was high as a kite on fatigue and a serious play bender.  Tis a precarious perch to dance upon, but we managed to avoid the dark side.  This time. Though there were a few risky moments... Such as the one in which Soleil reached out and grabbed a

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The sun has yet to arrive in these parts, but Soleil, as per usual, has been melting my face right off my head with her preposterous cuteness.  And for those of you, with, or perhaps without children, who are  sick of the word cute.  Too bad.  She is so caaaaaaa-yooooooooooot it'll make your eyes cry candy coated raindrop tears.  She is many things, including clever, hilarious, witty, strong,

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It has been brought to my attention that I owe a follow-up post.  Someone remembered my promise to tell you about the other amazing thing I had heard.  And then there was no next time.  Except now there is.  So here we go. I have a favourite local walking route and a favourite local friend I like to drag along it on a regular basis.  The main goal of our evening walk is to complete the route

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-76731939303806897172011-05-19T14:31:00.000-07:002011-05-19T14:31:20.193-07:00

I heard two amazing things this week.  One I will tell you about in a day or so... I can't even wait.  The other thing is this - I met someone allergic to eggs.  Can you imagine?  They are kind of... everywhere.  Her allergy is so intense that if anything that contains egg touches her mouth she becomes violently ill immediately.  As my grade 8 self would say - harsh! And so I give you this

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My heart has been faithful to the holy combination of butter and sugar for oh so long.  It has been true love from the start, and ours will be a relationship that never dies.  NEVA!  But I do think we should start seeing other treats.  Mayhaps more wholesome ones... Treats that aren't so clingy (you know, ones that don't linger so long on the hips and thighs), treats that don't carve out a

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-54461359288441567472011-05-09T19:52:00.000-07:002011-05-09T19:52:33.860-07:00

I story her, I kiss her, I serenade her, I love her and I put her to bed. "Mommy!!!"  "MOOOOMY!!!" "MOMMY?" I indulge her. It is sleepy time.  What do you need? "I need some dark, mommy!" Ummm, what? "That light go away.  I need some dark, mommy!" She has black-out curtains and they are drawn.  It seems our spring-time evening ambiance is a bit of a bedtime bother.  Well. Our sunshine

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-80979755679626654442011-05-08T20:47:00.000-07:002011-05-08T20:47:47.301-07:00

Mommy!  I was crying! Awww, why were you crying babe? *Blink* Blink*  Because of all my tears.

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I have a new article up on Culture Vulture Victoria. You can read about my taste adventure here!

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We talk about caterpillars and how they turn into butterflies.  She soaks up the drama like a dedicated understudy. I ask her, how long does the caterpillar stay in his little house? "TWO WEEKS!" She has no concept of the string of days these words describe, but she loves to have an answer. And what is his little house called? "A RACOON!" Oh.  Remember a racoon has dark eyes and a fluffy

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Congratulations to our winner and THANK YOU to Bopeep Baby! I had fun interviewing my friend, the creator of Bopeep Baby.  For those of you local folks she can be found at Moss St. Market often throughout the summer!   What is your first crafting memory? My mom is a very crafty woman, who liked to dabble with many different materials while I was growing up. Pottery, silversmithing,

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Today is the day I promised to debut my first vlog with the announcement of the winner of the first ever MOMSICLE VIBE giveaway!  I am really excited to pass along the birthday cake bunting to the lucky winner. But I'll have to do that another day. Because I'm still sick. Announcement vlog pending...  Boo. Instead, here are some conversation snippets from the past few weeks that have kept me

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I am about to unleash some whinging about now:  I am sick, people.  Siiiiick.  Still.  Do you know how long it has been?  I've been estimating seven weeks, but I think it is closer to nine.  NINE.  Feel free to feel sorry for me.  I sure do. Today was my day to run personal health errands such as fill my prescription and get blood work done. Not only did I forget one of my requisition forms for

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-54671909551850940022011-04-10T00:00:00.000-07:002011-05-06T16:00:57.240-07:00

Why I am actually quoting Brittney Spears is a mystery even to me.  Lets blame it on the late hour.  Or the wretched illness that I am still coping with.  Or the fact that I just worked a busy shift and I'm still buzzing. Either way, I've donned my skin tight red space suit to tell you that I wrote THIS!  It is about my recent trip to Seattle with some of my favourite people, doing some of my

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-78559002120849671922011-04-07T16:21:00.000-07:002011-04-08T12:55:33.485-07:00

I'm trying to befriend breakfast again.  We've been on the rocks. My relationship with breakfast  resembles my worst fears about marriage way more than my actual marriage ever has.  It has become so monotonous that I feign headaches just to escape it.  I turn my resentful back on breakfast and indulge fervent fantasies about my next fling with Sunday Brunch.  But I can't count on Sunday Brunch! 

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We have been defeated.  I surrender.  See me waving my white tissue flag?  Have mercy heinous germs, have mercy.  We have been sick in this house for too long a time (6 weeks and counting).  We are too sick to go out.  Too sick to play.  All we do is just sit here this wretched sick day, just sit, sit, sit, sit while we're sick, sick, sick, sick.  Yeah, I've been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss to

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-34682996480998944282011-04-02T12:32:00.000-07:002011-04-02T13:49:32.962-07:00

There has been a lot of birthday action around these parts. Little Miss Soleil turned 2 last week and mommy has officially gotten grayer... I mean wiser. A very talented friend of mine helped us celebrate by dressing our home up with her handmade designs to put us in the party mood.  See how she gussied up the cake I made?   And so.  In honour of Soleil's milestone, my April fool's birthday,

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It is official.  I have a two year old.  Family and friends have warmed our home and celebrated Soleil's milestone with so much love!  We are so grateful.  I have a gazillion pictures and lovey thoughts to share about my girl.  But I'm tired.  And sick.  Again. So these pictures will sum up our and Soleil's spirits these last few sugar sprinkled days... Tis an exciting time.  It's enough to

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Today I am celebrating the Stylish Blogger Award from the lovely Jenn of Blush and Bees.  Jenn is a horticultural technician (fancy, no?) and an inspiration in the green department.  I have been meaning to introduce her blog to my Hubs as it seems they share a passion for native plants.  Thank you, Jenn. As per the blog award rules I must divulge 7 interesting details about myself to you,

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When we are with great friends the mundane becomes exciting because more is possible when our spirits converge.The adventure becomes more important than the destinationwhen we see that nowhere does joy jump for us more, than simply in each others company. They understand that sharing makes it taste better.When life won't slow down to circle back for you, they will.And you don't have to ask for

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I love listening to Soleil's private conversations... with herself. Today's was a doozy. It was all in the tone. Her moment of contemplation was hatched in the corner of the living room that is devoted to her play.  The sunlight was streaming through the window making her playthings scream their bright colours and gently highlighting her angel-strand hair.  She was toddling about busily

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-48100081676139963172011-03-13T23:00:00.000-07:002011-05-06T16:02:00.986-07:00

That wasn't a typo.  I lost "a" virginity, not my virginity.  I have a kid so the latter would come as no surprise... and this blog isn't really the forum for... ahem. ANYWHO... I lost a virginity and I wrote about it and the little tale is being circulated through a local online publication.  Whoa.  I've never written an article before.  Yay me! CHECK IT OUT! Any comments on the article

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-45971367386909984902011-03-12T20:59:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:05:22.275-08:00

Vegans be warned: the following post can be found in Appendix A of, A Vegan's Worst Nightmare... True Tales of Extra Cheese and Gluttony.  You might want to vacate, photos of a graphic nature are included.  This is not for the faint of vegan-heart's.  Today as Soleil napped, a sudden swell of sentimentality crashed upon me and stirred me out of a moment of distracted mindlessness.  As her

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-8570513289306326922011-03-09T14:32:00.000-08:002011-03-09T16:44:37.735-08:00

I look at pictures of that round, round, baby and wonder where she went.  What day did she stop saying "dad-eye" and said "thank you" instead?  I didn't know that the last time she breastfed was going to be the last time.  What day was it that she decided she must face outwards to greet the world and push away from the soft nestle of my chest? And yet, I barely have time to glance backward,

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-39108522395471072282011-03-07T22:48:00.000-08:002011-03-07T22:48:18.672-08:00

Right now I am reading, A Primate's Memoir by Robert Sapolsky. I'm loving it and I can't stop youtubing him.  I think I love him.  You know how I get... I'd love to know ~ what are YOU reading??

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I'm sitting down to clickityclack about some of my favourite Soleil-isms in an effort to distract myself from the sweats... and the chills.  And the stomach cramps.  And the nausea.  And the headache.  And the fatigue.   And... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! I'm sick. Poor me. Right.  I'm here to stop wallowing, OK, here goes: Although she has near perfect articulation there are some words

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-27841500659136615412011-03-03T21:43:00.000-08:002011-03-03T21:43:33.880-08:00

Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! You know that song, right? I might being exaggerating a tad.  The gluten isn't totally gone but it is on it's way out.  I am attempting to go gluten-light for now.  The mere thought of this looming goal of mine has spurred me into a baking frenzy for the last several weeks.  I've been all - a Dutch Baby here, a chocolate cake there, here a muffin there a pie... every

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-45363366636291172132011-03-02T14:21:00.000-08:002011-03-03T13:28:27.374-08:00

Who, yet, is sick of me spouting off about Molly's delectable recipes?  I can't help myself.  I am thrice converted by this woman. 1. Ginger is absolutely a good idea in a chocolate chip banana loaf.  It is. 2. Radishes aren't just for loading into sling shots. 3. Soup is not just a gross and watery joke of a meal. And I am enlightened. I might be a Canadian, but my little corner of the world

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I love her with an instinct that is more constant than the urge to breathe.  I am blind to a thousand ways I weave this love into our every interaction.  Until she shows me. She will be two in March.  The blood in my veins whooshes to a happy beat, informing the entirety of my being that all is well.  The balance of our bond is evidence: she knows the love she was born in. She reaches a hand

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-3907850561550863122011-02-22T14:07:00.000-08:002011-02-22T14:11:57.369-08:00

I have returned with a camera full of ridiculous pictures, a bag full of pretty things, and a belly still smiling with gratitude for the many dining delights! PLUS, I had the opportunity to sit down with Mizz Molly of Orangette, and turns out she is not only a big ol' smashing blogging success and a NY Times bestseller, but also a really nice person who happens to be even cuter in person than in

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-1665314441515820092011-02-16T14:59:00.000-08:002011-02-16T15:00:26.336-08:00

The countdown is on, people.  T-minus 2 sleeps until my shopping extravaganza/book club adventure/early birthday trip/FIRST EVER INTERVIEW with, well... anyone! I am SO excited. So. excited. How excited you ask?  So excited I could just eat a pile of bacon! Ok, that is an old picture but see how excited I am about that bacon right there?  Times that by some chocolate cake, a shopping spree,

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-63082580949413788802011-02-14T22:08:00.000-08:002011-02-15T13:00:32.207-08:00

Happy Monday to all!  I am writing to report on a most excellent weekend.  Saturday's February Fox Fair was a smashing success and a lovely way to spend a rainy day.  The vendors colourful displays and high spirits welcomed the steady flow of chattering patrons throughout the day.  There were many admiring ooohs and aaahs to be heard floating appreciatively through the air.  I was surrounded by

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-89465682906923918422011-02-10T18:32:00.000-08:002011-02-10T19:17:45.790-08:00

I have been a busy bee this past week.  My candy arm has been pumping out the Roccaine at a record setting rate.  This Saturday I will trot on down to the February Fox Fair to join some extremely lovely local fashion and jewelry designers and add my sweets to the fabulous mix! If you aren't familiar with the term Roccaine, let me acquaint you.  My highly addictive candy is the product of a long

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This post comes to you from a messy office in our little house on a balmy day in our coastal town.  It has been just like most of our days of late.  We rise, we snuggle, we eat, we play, we rest... I make lists and slowly over the week I chip away at them, never quite getting to the check box beside - clean the office.  There are music classes and swim lessons, walks and play dates, cooking and

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-66604084163418338222011-02-03T15:00:00.000-08:002011-02-03T19:51:00.282-08:00

I am in love with a salad.  This salad will make you cooler.  This salad will put you in the mood.  This salad will jump start your car.  This salad will impress your boss.  Feed it to him/her. Welcome, friends, to the pear fennel salad that you've been missing all this time. This recipe is compliments of, yes, Molly Wizenberg.  It can be found in her best seller A Homemade Life, which I have

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I've professed my love for Molly.  You know all about it.  Now it is time to introduce you to the divinity that is her food. Lets dine, shall we? The tomato fennel soup is wafting generously from the pot.  The caramelized cauliflower is emerging for a flip and then back in to sweeten up.  The Chana Masala is concentrating it's spiced tomato serenade to the blushing garbanzo bean.  The salsa

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-10625684196500994482011-01-20T20:02:00.000-08:002011-01-20T20:05:16.128-08:00

Do you remember the Romantical Action my husband and I indulged in recently?  Twas a most glorious two days.  It was the weekend I fell in love with Molly Wizenberg.  I know, I should have maybe said - it was the weekend I fell in love with my husband all over again.  But you know what?  I made a delicious Ratatouille tonight and I don't need it to come back up. No, I already love The Hubs and

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You guys!  I'm on a talk show.  YOU GUYS!  I'm on a TALK SHOW! Seriously. Kind of. The lovely Liza of Blahggy has just launched her vlog episodes of the Blahgger Cooler and my labour story is mentioned in episode 2.  This inflated my chest cavity a wee bit because my labour story is my most personal and treasured post.  Though the post-birth posts authored by my vagina could also be considered

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A marvelous milestone was reached in early December.  My fairy god mother bestowed a most lavish gift upon Hubs and I last spring when I graduated university.  When I opened the gift I was overcome with a dizzying cocktail of wiggle-in-your-seat excitement and gratitude... And then a mild panic attack set in. A weekend away to our favourite romantical paradise!!!  A weekend away!  A weekend away

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Goodnight cozies a few nights back: Me, nestling in, smiling sleepily: I love you bigger than insomnia. To know me is to know that insomnia is the greatest ruling force in my life.  Or so it seems many a night since I was oh.... seven. Him, wrapping me up, smoothing my hair: My love for you is like Smallpox.  Me, sighing dreamily: Rampant? Him: An epidemic. Can you even stand the romance?

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-66126216067593781052010-11-07T18:50:00.000-08:002010-11-07T18:50:42.269-08:00

Meet Kimber Benton: hologram, keytarist, backup singer.  Truly, truly, truly outrageous. Any other products of the 80's out there? 

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... aren't they just the worst? Wishing you a most spooktacular day.  I didn't have diabetes yesterday.  I might have it by tomorrow...

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-15669480556486761042010-10-28T20:08:00.000-07:002010-10-28T20:08:02.123-07:00

Dear people... cherished people... beloved commenters... THANK YOU for actually reading about a VAGINAL SKIN TAG.  Ummm, what is wrong with you?  Ok, Ok, what is wrong with ME for actually writing it.  Good question. I can't help it.  I kind of delight in other people's horror.  You know, the kind that Ricky Gervais made famous with The Office.  Bless him.  So, if I can channel tales of my own

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-8491242965104858942010-10-23T20:10:00.000-07:002010-10-23T20:10:15.207-07:00

I can't keep her quiet forever people... Ms V is ready to share the rest of her gruesome tale of her ventures through the varied realms of hell - also known as recovery post childbirth.   Hey World (continued) Lets just briefly recap, shall we?  Vag tear: check.  Stich: check.  Road rash on the vulva: check. Again: Fuck you. So fast forward about three months.  Girlfriend is tired of my

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It went something like this (remember?): Hey World, I am writing to You. Whoever you are. Who are you anyways? Are you the man in the sky kinda god? Because, you know what? That wouldn’t really surprise me, you being a man! I have a bone to pick with you, my friend. First of all, praise You, yadda ya ya, I am grateful for my existence et al. I have several fabulous features of

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-20780873397973523062010-10-17T19:58:00.000-07:002010-10-17T20:14:02.183-07:00

Hey, so it is me talking and not my vag.  Though, she'd like to.  I've been great with the follow-up posts lately, and technically this should be Ms. V's spot according to my last post, but I need to just put her on the back burner one more time to share these lovely fall shots with you.  If those don't give you the warm fall cozies... well, then, what's wrong with you?

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-70234779321451696432010-10-09T19:52:00.000-07:002010-10-09T19:52:53.031-07:00

Ok, fine.  It was a ploy to get your attention.  But, now that I am a supertastic follow-up poster (see below for evidence) Ms. Vagine does want me to announce that the next post really will be chalk full of VAGERRIFIC content.  She's ready to continue her story. The reason I wanted to get your attention (you pervs), is because I am a good wife.  HUBS NEEDS YOUR HELP. If you like his

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-88338965204813918832010-10-02T19:54:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:57:20.343-07:00

Look at me doing a prompt follow-up post! Props please. So... you want to know?  You want to know what was behind this post? Well, it has a lot to do with Hubs.  Whom you've never met.  He's real nice, you guys should meet some day...  Recently Hubs entered a contest with some friends to make a commercial for a company launching a new energy drink.  Please note, this is not Hubs' line of work

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-27445185887827925552010-09-30T20:04:00.000-07:002010-09-30T20:04:31.777-07:00

I admit it.  I am terrible follow-up blogger.  I have yet to post the pictures of my girl date geek fest.  I have yet to give the floor to Ms. V (who, let me tell you, is none to pleased about it), and I have never told you why I got my giraffe on so hard with the laundry the other week.  Remember this? Well, get in on this action: Well, friends... the time has almost come.  A big reveal is

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-47154329015984128212010-09-20T19:29:00.000-07:002010-09-20T19:31:36.222-07:00

Dearest Blog, I have been neglecting you.  I think of you often... in the crowded high school hallways during my work day my mind bursts with so many things to tell you.  I long to share with you, faithful blog, the details of my new days.  You,  steadfast as ever, blank post always at the ready - waiting for me.  But alas, I can barely muster the finger strength to tap it out.  So just know, I

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-53725723659655008132010-09-11T08:14:00.000-07:002010-09-11T08:14:30.658-07:00

This song is breaking my heart today.  I wish there was a good youtube vid to share with you, but the quality was poor.  So, I'll give you the lyrics instead.  Do you know this song?  I love this little song. To all the people underground Listening to the sound of the living people Walking up and down the graves Well one of them is mine I visited my fraulein She's only one step away To all the

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-66046584381192607952010-09-08T20:28:00.000-07:002010-09-08T20:29:38.176-07:00

Let me just say: OWIE KNEE! This is what, you know who, says whenever 1) she has an owie on her knee.  2) Or anywhere else on her body.  3) She just wants a little attention, one more hug or an extra kiss. I'm 2 for 3. I am one grumpy mama bear. I have been waking myself up at night by compressing my teeth together with the force of whatever machine crushes cars and stacks them on top of each

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-56166392564021878192010-09-05T23:02:00.000-07:002010-09-06T14:56:49.750-07:00

Muah!  Kisses for all.  I've missed you. Where oh where have I BEEN? Do you want to know?  DO YOU? Well, I'll tell you this:  I loved where I was.  We went spent 4 leisurely days soaking up mountain views, ocean breezes, OH SO MUCH FOOD, afternoon dates, new friends, old friends, friends that are more family than friends, more food, restful slumbers, and even a morning run. It was grand. 

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-59567951446054901722010-08-29T12:19:00.000-07:002010-08-29T12:19:54.721-07:00

I'm just folding laundry.  What. are. you. looking. at? The reason I am giraffing the hell out whilst performing my domestic duties is classified information.   For now.   To be continued.

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Got my two first-ever blog awards this week!!  I'd like to thank Joanna at Mommy In Suburbia and  Jean from Mommy to Two Boys for thinking of me and brightening my week :) Another bright spot - had a great girl date last night!!  We dined finely, laughed heartily and geeked out HARD!  I was super pumped to be sporting clothes sans peanut butter smears and sipping something other than my

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-67303878705478058332010-08-24T22:05:00.000-07:002010-08-24T22:05:04.233-07:00

Ummm, this is like a PS to the last post: We still have 4 channels.  Guess what they are?  They are awesome!  Are you ready? The channel that brings me SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE.  Oh yeah. And. HGTV.  Yesssssssssssssssssssss! And. The weather network.  If you know me you know how essential that is to my daily life.  A) I am forever asking what the weather is like, how I should dress

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-21791045750836842562010-08-24T13:36:00.000-07:002010-08-24T22:00:46.637-07:00

My synapses are firing more freely, I can feel it!  We finally did it, we cut the cable.  When I first moved out on my own at 21 I decided I would live without TV.  I thought the adjustment would be hard, but it turned out that life with an interesting assortment of roommates was entertaining enough.  I spent over three years finding other ways to amuse myself than sitting down for a veg sesh.  I

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-91813810881751677732010-08-22T22:22:00.000-07:002010-08-22T22:22:48.112-07:00

Blackberry pie.  So delicious I helped myself to more.  I like to get my grandma on now and then.  What with all these vintage dishes tinkling about I felt like taking some basics (mmmm butter) and making something divine.  Mission accomplished.  Wish I had a picture to share.  Maybe I'll take one at breakfast tomorrow.  Because that is what I plan on starting the day with.  In other news:

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I can not get enough of this video.  I have decided it is good for your health to watch it at least three times a day.  Judging by the number of hits it has gotten so has everyone else.  There are too many golden moments in it to even discuss.  Just watch.  If you already have, watch again.  It's good for you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-85547942150399128552010-08-13T23:29:00.000-07:002010-08-13T23:31:23.048-07:00

THANK YOU, people, for coming by on my SITS day to visit, to support, to swap war birth stories and placenta stories, your comments have sent me into a frenzy of happy dances over here!!  You rock my casbah! Aside from basking in the comment glory, I have been soaking up some lovely days with Soleil.  I am contemplating full time work in the fall (did you hear that?  that was the beginning of my

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-73608782747817940012010-08-11T07:42:00.000-07:002010-08-18T22:30:36.232-07:00

Well wrap me in bacon and call me a turtle burger! Oh Happy Day, it is my SITS day! Ladies (and if there is a man among you – show yourself – so I can greet you too!), if you are not acquainted with The Royal SITStahs of The Secret Is In The Sauce yet, do yourself a favour and toodle over today! The site is dedicated to building the blogging community and I guarantee you will make some

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-61438624930272608892010-08-08T16:02:00.000-07:002010-08-08T20:33:19.593-07:00

I am lounging in pajamas, stretched lazily like my fat and queenly cat along the green plushness of our couch. He is reclined across from me, crackling his paper to the next page, legs spread wide like men do. His bare feet are pale paws splayed at rest on the coffee table. She is shuffling with the busyness of rearranging blocks, sorting dollies and babies and the open-close, open-close of

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-58458621053283479962010-08-02T20:42:00.000-07:002010-08-02T20:42:25.208-07:00

I'm happy dancing over here because I have rediscovered one of my most treasured photos.  This use to adorn our fridge and after our last move I feared it was lost forever.  I happened upon it last night while scrounging around through boxes of old trinkets.  Actually, I was fake organizing after Hubs implored me to organize.  Has anyone read this blog long enough, or faithfully enough to

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-72269837035635984102010-08-01T16:54:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:44:21.603-07:00

I have a question for you.  What, oh what did you do with your placenta upon expulsion?  Did you look at it?  Did you touch it?  Did you keep it?  Did you eat it? TELL ME!! Me?  I kept it.  I put it in my freezer.  To do what with, I know not.  I had contemplated drying, grinding, capsuling and ingesting.  Seriously.  But I couldn't do it.  Literally.  I couldn't use both hands in unison for

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-72092945561543683082010-08-01T14:42:00.000-07:002010-08-01T20:24:59.845-07:00

Open wide! Well, that didn't help, did it?

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She likes almost everyone. She loves to comment on almost everything. She particularly likes eyes... and glasses. She says glasses like this: gassy She says eyes like this: ass. She points at your face and says this: Gassy Ass. She has no manners.

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-54045989623599825672010-07-24T22:37:00.000-07:002010-07-25T10:59:44.141-07:00

Just had a most amazing day.  On so many levels.  Such as, the sunshine level - spectacular.  The family level - splendid.  The child level - heartwarming.  The splashing in the lake level - delightful. THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC LEVEL - INTENSE! I SAW A BEAR KILL A DEER TODAY.  Yeah, that happened.  RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES.  If my font is coming across as a bit frantic and yell-ey, then I'm not

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-37031128917906086512010-07-19T21:29:00.000-07:002010-07-19T21:33:59.523-07:00

My grandmother's china cabinet just threw up all over my kitchen and I'm rolling around in vintage bliss.  You are invited.  Never, ever, have I been so happy to do dishes.  Time for a tea party!

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I've been working out.  Yeah, I'll take a high five for that.  Soleil goes to childminding at the gym, it has been grand.  Why did I not start doing this sooner? As I had a quick shower at the local rec center afterward, I started to observe the locker room behaviours and found it all fascinating. I took note of: The Towel Clutchers: the somewhat shy ones who clutch and clasp fastidiously to

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-91279859201550531762010-07-10T22:22:00.000-07:002010-07-10T22:22:10.866-07:00

There is a direct correlation with the recent decrease of my blog postage and the increase of the sun shinage around these parts.  Plus I've been busy cooking (sometimes) and sleeping (somewhat) and generally enjoying and lounging (a lot). I hope the sun is shining on you too.

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-35324882271809237132010-07-08T21:01:00.000-07:002010-07-08T22:31:51.470-07:00

Yeah you do.

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Or do.  If that is what you need to do. I did it.  I am a weaner of the night.  I am MOMSICLE.  Hear me sleep!  Well, almost.  I have almost started to sleep again, for the first time in 15 + months.  Sound the trumpets people, I am getting over, oh yeah, OVER 5 hours per night.  In. A. Row.    I let my kid cry.  Turns out she's fine.  She still wakes up anywhere from 0-4 times per night (that

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-47986370271367306432010-06-23T22:58:00.000-07:002010-06-23T23:10:41.256-07:00

How can it be that I have a walking, talking child?  This time last summer I had an almost 3-month-old and I was celebrating her new toy-grabbing skills while mourning the out-growth of wee baby onsies.  Then, I carried my bub against my chest and we wandered happily together wherever the wind took us.  Now, I urge Soleil to take my hand as she waves it away impatiently and toddles along curb

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-52334047971211270442010-06-19T14:39:00.000-07:002010-06-21T21:16:22.150-07:00

I am Momsicle.  Hear me fail.  I have talked tough before.  Oh yeah, ovaries of steel right here.  I've sat Soleil down, made those wide blue eyes meet mine and laid down the law before.  We had The Talk: "Pulling out the big guns tonight, love.  NO. MILK. TONIGHT.  Mommy is tired.  I will feed you in the morning.  Have a lovely sleep." Remember that time I said she slept through the night? 

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-21841193740579950832010-06-16T19:51:00.000-07:002010-06-17T13:45:30.866-07:00

Someone graduated WITH DISTINCTION today *cough* *cough*... Can you guess who? OK it was ME!!!  I'm feeling a little proud.  Can you tell? It was a long haul.  In the time I completed my degree I relocated twice, bought a house, survived DIY renovations, studied by distance, got married, coped with infertility, was injured in a car accident and had a baby.  By far the most hideous challenge

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-76774780974372973052010-06-08T16:16:00.000-07:002010-06-08T16:16:06.921-07:00

I write to you from afar.  I got here on a plane - UGH!  My trip so far... Highlights: Survived plane ride. Hugged long lost friends. Ate delicious meal. Made friends with strangers. Lowlights: Lost approximatly 90% of my body fluid on said plane through my palms. Fell asleep momentarily on plane with my nipple hanging out of my shirt - no lie. Lost my voice. Locked myself and child out of our

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-25340861082224423852010-06-02T22:47:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:44:06.971-07:00

Doesn't somebody somewhere say success isn't just about accomplishments?  That is code for I FAILED.  OK?  I am a failure.  I had a chocolate croissant and a Calibaut brownie.  Even I know that these count, they are full fledged, official desserts.  Turns out the combination of butter and sugar is simply too powerful a force to resist.  I would plug my ears and wave my jazz hands and still,

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-70317030152327172582010-05-29T19:50:00.000-07:002010-05-29T19:53:15.802-07:00

I can NOT stop oooooooohhhhhhhhhhing and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhing.  I am love. * SWOON * Deep, serious, passionate, Love.  This is going to be a love that lasts a lifetime, I tell you!  Can you hear the angels singing? I'm in love, Love, LOVE! Do you want to know who I am in love with? Prepare yourself. If I tell you, you will also fall madly in love.  Butterflies will fox trot in

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-73451654561591601752010-05-27T14:07:00.000-07:002010-05-27T14:08:18.071-07:00

Like the wolf.  This is for you, Chocolate.  I miss you.  A lot. I howl and I whine I'm after you Mouth is alive all running inside And I'm hungry like the wolf.

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-91533728957398500162010-05-26T14:50:00.000-07:002010-05-27T14:08:46.731-07:00

Question:  Does tossing a dark chocolate baking square into my warm milk count as dessert?  DOES IT? Because if it does, forget it.  What is the point of even continuing?  I'll never make it.  It is only 3 days post Declaration and I am starting to cave.  If you must know, I didn't even finish my chocolate flavoured warm milk.  Which, I suppose is akin to hot chocolate.  BUT, hot chocolate

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-7440487964306575912010-05-24T21:52:00.000-07:002010-05-24T21:58:23.563-07:00

Today was a sugar-less day.  But still sweet.

Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716002482059893398noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765095868705895517.post-24988437049761199352010-05-21T23:25:00.000-07:002010-05-21T23:25:29.273-07:00

Judge me. DO it! I need the motivation. Deep dark secret: I am a raging dessert whore. I eat a dessert a day. Okay, lets be honest. Make that THREE sometimes (more often than not). I KNOW! This is bad for me. This sets a terrible example for my daughter. The problem is that it is a downright delicious way to live. If you only want to live a short and sweet existence. I am on the

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Usually I am a happy little duck. Most days I consider myself smiled upon by the sweet and benevolent god of Chocolate. For she is often kind to me. But today! Today I was real mad. And anger stinks. Actually, cat piss stinks and makes me real mad. Particularly when it is on the baby carrier I strap to my body when I walk to get our groceries. What. the. hell. is. wrong. with. my. cat

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Don't you hate the "what's for dinner?" time of day? I do. Because I am usually lacking a plan. Tonight's exchange was a refreshing new twist on a tired old theme. Setting: Kitchen Action: Us. Huddled together, gazing forlornly into the barren fridge. Hubs: Raises eyebrows. The question. Me: "I want to eat something provocative." Hubs: "Eat? You want to eat something provocative?"

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Hubs: "Made up numbers pain me."In response to me. Making up numbers.

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I wish you tulips and dishes already cleanedPerfume and not a single thing left to doI wish you foot-rubs and laughterSweet cuddles and smiles that crinkle the eyesI wish you tea in the garden and lilac breezesPancakes and artwork and lazy day sunbeamsMost of all I wish you the magical words:Your strength and your spirit, your work and your love, your thoughts and your worries, your food and your

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How much do I love her instinctive reach for Baby Bear? The grabby mid-dream clasp to chest. How much do I love it?So. SO. Much.Sweet dreams.

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I have discovered the ear plug. Where, oh where have you BEEN all my life, sweet plug? I am now proud to pluralize my new found love. For weeks the new nightly routine has been a joke between ye ol' Hubs and I, when I scritch frantically around the bedsheets after the lights have been turned out:"Where's my plug?!"Singular.But, I have gotten brave and plugged the other ear too. I am now the

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I am in a slump, as in down in a dump. Seussical, no? A slump of UN-fitness and over-tiredness. A slump of high sugar and low energy. Sigh.I've been yawning a lot. And sighing, too. I may be guilty of an eye-roll here, a shoulder shrug there, and that grade 10 art of the snotty flip of my hair. And then she saved us all from my gloom and my doom. Do you know what she did? I will give you

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Confession: Last night my daughter was cranky. Do you know what I did about it? Do you? I’ll tell you.I turned on Much Music. I turned it on real loud (level 45 on the volume meter to be exact) and we boogied our troubles away, all to the wholesome visual spectacle of Lady Gaga shaking her skinny little bum. Peaches split evenly by her black lacy thong. Oh dear.This is quite unlike me. I

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Twas a colourful day today.Colours so lovely. Colours so crunchy. You could just LICK them!

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I have aged. Officially. Thursday was my birthday (yes, I am an April fool’s baby) and once I got home from work the celebrations began. This year’s celebrations consisted of EATING MY FACE off. For 5 days in a row. My gift to myself? This new birthday belly I’m sporting… Here are a couple snaps of how we spent our days… and our appetites. Sadly I don’t have pictures of every

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