Her Birthday

Today is the Birthday of one of the most important women in my life, my grandmother Iris.

My grandmother and I have a relationship which many would envy; she's my bestfriend, my confidante, my tea partner, my neighbor, my go-to person, my shoulder to cry on, laugh on, vent to and snuggle on.  She has been through hell and back with me, for me, and before me.  She is my daughter's second favorite person (only favorite to my 14 year old cousin who thinks the world of her).  She has taught me many many things, and I continue to learn from her on a weekly, daily, hourly, minutely basis.  She is my numero uno and I don't think I tell her that often enough.

So Nan, Happy Birthday from the bottom of my heart.

XO

Summer Toes.

I love little feet.  But what I love more, are little feet with Mommy feet.  So I share this with you.  May our feet soon be burried by warm white sand! 

Summer.... Maybe?

Summer is here.  I think.  Well, maybe.  Mother Nature is considering it.  You know one of my favorite parts of when Summer is on the way?  Those lovely things up there - in purple and white.  I LOVE, Adore even, the smell of Lilacs.  I would fill every single room in my house with them if my cat didn't decide he wanted to eat them, rub against them, and eventually, knock over every vase in my place.  My daughter loves them too.  But what does she love more?  Taking them out of the vase and shaking them so the petals go everywhere.

Come on summer.  I want more good smelling things!

A change of heart.

Well well well.  Last night, I, among Millions, watched our Canadian Hockey Team take the Gold medal against rivals, USA.  What an amazing game.


I was joined in viewing directly by my grandparents, 2 couples (have been close friends of the family for 50+ years) and my Canadian Clad daughter, who was waving her makeshift flag violently!!


I have always been proud of my Nationality, but more so these past 3 weeks.  Canada has won the Olympics, both literally and figuratively.  We have overcome challenges (no snow in Whistler), battled diversity (language barriers up the ying-yang) and have been victorious.


Now, on to my point.  I have never been a "Sid the Kid" fan - until last night.  I have been proud to say that he is from Nova Scotia, even HRM (Halifax Regional Mun.), but have never really jumped on the band wagon.  What he accomplished last night was incredible.  At the age of 22, he has a Stanley Cup ring on his finger and a Canadian Gold Medal around his neck.  Not to mention bragging rights to scoring the Gold Medal winning goal.


So, from this point forth, I shall declare myself an official Sidney Crosby fan.

Winter Grace

When I awoke this morning to the rude "buzz buzz buzz" of my alarm clock, I took a big stretch and rolled over to look out my window to see something which resembled pure beauty.  We received about 20 centimeters of snow last night between midnight and 7am.  It landed on the trees with such grace - it resembled the perfect winter wonderland.  Unfortunatley, I was running late, and instead of snapping a picture, I hopped into the shower.  Mind you, the drive to work was a lot less graceful.  

Being from Northern New Brunswick, one adapts to snow.  It is a way of life.  Halifax is something completly different.  People here don't know how to drive in snow - it's like we get a city full of new and ignorant drivers with anything over 2cms of snow!

I work for a car dealership, and snow fall here is usually quite a production.  With over 150 vehicles on ground, and in three different lots, 4 men moving snow, a plow truck, snovels, snow brushes and a front end loader, I could watch these guys move snow for hours.  But at the end of the day, I praise my underground parking! :)

A cloud of ash covers Lower Manhattan in this photo taken from a helicopter by a New York City police officer during the 9-11 attacks on the World Trade Center. (Photos by GREG SEMENDINGER / NYC Police Dept.)

This makes me take a deep breath in, and hold in.  When I exhale, I shiver.

Bazinga?

I have not been blogging, and for that I feel a tad bit guilty. It's not that my head isn't swimming with thoughts and ideas - becuase it is. But it's more of a not wanting to sit down and try to organize it. And my personal computer doesn't seem to be cooperating. :(

M is home for the week - which has been great. She came home on Sunday with an ear infection. She is on the mend, but is most snuggly due to not feeling tip-top. And I will graciously admit, that I sneakishly like it when she's not fell. That means that we get to snuggle. M is not a snuggler. Hasn't been since she was born really. Which is a little hard to handel at times, but her sleepy/sickly moments make it worth while.

In response to a few posts ago, I think that the single-parent curse is still in full effect. But you know what? I think I am enjoy this alone time. I may have an opportunity of a life time presenting itself in the very near future, and being single may have been a header for this. I will keep you in the loop should this actually happen - but in the meantime, it will be on the DL.

So.... I think that's enough for now. My mind still hasn't digested a whole lot more yet.