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.

It is possible to store the mind with a million facts and still be entirely uneducated.
- Alec Bourne

The Single Parent Curse?

I have been fortunate as a single mother to be happy being just that, single. Since M's dad and I seperated, I have been in 1 serious relationship. It was good, while it lasted. I seem to have a magnetic force that attracts losers. I have noticed it more and more recently.

I have been attempting the "dating" world for the past 9 or 10 months now, and to be honest, I am loosing faith, and quickly. I have met a few 'men' who have seemed nice. Then, we go on the second date, they realize that I'm not a booty call, and I toss them aside. I have lost all patience when it comes to dating. I just want to skip it.

I miss having someone to spend time with, someone to share my day with. I would love to have someone here to snuggle up on the couch with, someone to have adult conversation with... Someone who is centered, professional, has a career, or a job even!!! If a man is going to come in to my life, he needs to have stability, goals, ambitions. Am I setting the bar too high here?

And when that man does come along... is the dreaded Single Mother Curse going to get in the way? You know, the one that says "Hey! I'm a single mom! That must mean I'm unbalanced, psychotic, codependant and want you to take on my child as if she was your own!! And don't forget - you can never get away now, you're trapped!!". I hate the classification of the Single Mom. We're not all like that. I don't want someone to take on M as their own, to 'complete' my life. I would like to have someone to compliment my life.

Arg. I give up.