Wednesday, September 23, 2009

You know you're over 35 when...

Blood in the Boardroom is a lot less of a fuck you to the man and a more of a mess when you work from home.

Monday, September 21, 2009

The weekend was so good it felt like we had 2 extra days.

After 2 hours pent singing the sound track to Free to Be You and Me , terrible attempts at rounds of My Paddle's Keen and Bright with a little bit of Deep Purple to keep our edge (Fenner does a wicked air guitar). Charlotte, Fenner and I got to the cottage around 10:00 pm. F had enough in her to kiss Mom and Dad good night and hello to Liz and then pass out.

The real start to the weekend was on Saturday morning when as soon as Fenner woke up and asked for a story Charlotte and Liz ran from their rooms to our bed. Our family has a long history of the family bed and many a Saturday morning was spent snuggled in reading books quietly or out loud.
Fenner is in deep and true love with Charlotte and hangs on her every word and movement. Look at this woman, how could you not?
We all spent the weekend hiking, splitting wood, going on boat rides and eating. There was lots and lots of eating.
Liz is getting married next spring and I'd like to introduce 'Her Ladies' - there will be delicious delicious trouble.
Hiking with a 2 year old doesn't necessarily mean going the distance but she did pretty well. We made sure Charlotte walked just ahead of her to keep the pace up.

Finished Object - Fenner's first hat of the winter. It was cold up north this weekend. Manos left over from a rug hooking did the trick keeping her warm.

It was one of those rare spectacular fall weekends when the mornings are cold enough to warrant wool and layers and the afternoons are warm and sunny. The company was superb, politics avoided and we all felt amazing by the end of it.

Weekends like this one keep us chasing the dragon.

Friday, September 18, 2009


Well, fuck the patriarchy. I'm going up to the bush to hang with these lovely bitches. Good for the heart yo.
Jason is going to have a weekend alone. I've left him an insane list of things to do - clearly I feel like uninterrupted sleeping alone TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW can impact the space time continuum in fantastic ways. Also, it gives you so much energy that you can: Clean the eavestroughs, put up the shelves in F's room, finish the custom shelves for the kitchen, clean and mop the house top to bottom, steam clean the basement, organize the winter clothes closet, go fall/winter clothes shopping for Fenner and get rid of F's summer clothes that are too small (except for the handmades please).
Every time the doorbell rings Fenner lights up and yells: "CHARCHARCHARCHAR (Charlotte) COCOCOCOCO(Auntie Coco)"

Mom is almost speechless to have all the girls up. We are all so very excited.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Why my job rocks in so many ways.

I work with an amazing group of people living all over North America. I've never experienced leadership, mentorship and support (technical and professional) like I have in this company. After 3 years I've hit my first personal hump. Thems is the best odds I've had working for someone else.

My sister's advice to me was that work is not emotional it's business and I need to check the baggage at the door.

Which clearly speaks of at least 2 extreme ways of living the professional life. She's an amazingly logical thinker-linear, balanced and clearly thought out. Personal relationships are hard for her because they often(all) require enormous personal risk.

I'm an intuitive, emotionally attached, judgemental social butterfly. My clients love me and I love to make them love me *especially* when they are complete jackasses. I love my colleagues and coworkers - I'm willing to walk 60km with some of them, and drive down to JERSEY with others. 9 hrs. I love these ladies.

Anyway, I love my job. Working from home is an evolving challenge but nothing I can't cop to and when things are stressful to the point of distraction - you know the kind of stress I'm talking. I call it bumblebee stress the niggling constant concern that keeps you from staying in a straight thought you bounce from task to task until finally you say, "Fuck It"

And that's when working from home has it's very priceless privileges.

15 minutes later, I'm centred, and able again. This is a nice feature in an imperfect world.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Meet me back in 1987.

Highlight of my week. I found this picture of my class in Grade 8 doing Thriller. That's right.

I only wish we had a video. Can you find me?

Monday, September 14, 2009

Shaken, not stirred please.

Got some unsettling news today. You know the kind that makes you wonder if you really knew that close friend as well as you thought. I feel a little off balance and probably way too personally invested.

Until I can really process the news I'm not sure I can write about it without using the term "Cockshow" and while soapbox ranting is unendingly satisfying I'm not sure I could do it effectively right now. Effective soapbox ranting isn't born out of insecurity and ignorance. I'm sure tomorrow will bring some answers.

Also, I just reread the last two blog posts and now I wonder if I'm actually illiterate. You'd think I could finish a complete thought at this stage of life. I appreciate everyone taking the mental energy to fill in the blanks of my sentences.

Can you tell I've fallen down on the writing every day? It's amazing how fast using cute baby pictures to fill the void of literacy can become a crutch.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Labour Day: The gateway to illness.

Last weekend we travelled down/up to Smiths Falls for the long weekend. J's dad has just retired and we wanted to celebrate by throwing Fenner at him and drinking his wine (Thanks Steve!!!)
We enjoyed the train experience and it was great. Not much knitting with a 2 year old but certainly a lot more fun that being stuck in a car for 4 hours.
We went to the Perth Fall Fair.

Fenner's butt got a hearty dose of fall sunshine and we had one of the best long weekends I can remember. Steve and Debbie always take amazing care of us and this past weekend was no exception.
Maybe it was because we arrived early in the afternoon on Monday after a relaxing train trip during which Fenner napped and we napped but we started the week feeling reinvigorated and well rested.

Maybe that's why neither J or I have shown any signs of strep and it's been almost 5 days. Thank the Fates, those bitches, since Fenner's poor caregiver came down with strep throat so badly that she had symptoms of rheumatoid arthitis so J and I had to MacGyver work schedules.

Since Debra went down I've been nursing the holy bejeezus out of Fenner, because, well, doesn't it make sense to give her the antibodies that I'm producing? A good friend of mine backed my instincts with this little gem since I'm know to be about as logical and scientific as a puddle of fingerpaint it was gratifying to know my inner compass is right.

Fenner is almost 2 and I've taken a bit of heat for still nursing her when she asks now (2-3 times in 24 hours). She spent 2 days in close contact with someone at their most contagious and has shown no signs of illness. I feel affirmed. Breast milk = good shit yo'.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Love it. All of it.

While on holiday I finished my first sweater of 2009 you can thank me for that week of heat in August. Literally, it started the day I finished this puppy at the cottage!

Bonnie from Twist Collective. This pattern is inspired. By the time I knit the sleeves the cable patterns were mine. I started it on January 1, 2009. I'm very proud of this finished object - it fits, it's warm and LOOK AT THOSE (**&^% CABLES.

Not too closely though there are 3 mistakes on the sleeve that I decided to embrace though I appreciate other more detail oriented knitters gently bringing back from the desert of my denial. You know who you are - will we ever see you again?
Seriously, that cable is a 32 row cable! I'M AMAZING HEAR ME KNIT!

Speaking of amazing. Fenner's favourite book right now is a book Jason got for me, for inspiration, when we were just fresh in love. He is still very romantic and Fenner loves Bette Midler. Not sure what it means right now but I think it's cute when she spends 30 minutes pouring over this book - especially when I'm making dinner.
She's been expressing herself through a variety of art projects. This is a Friday night at home with Dad. It looks like a good time.