tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56962912024-03-13T11:15:08.071+00:00I Drank The Whole Bottle...Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.comBlogger717125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-54763734602447113732014-08-29T16:01:00.000+01:002014-08-29T18:09:05.833+01:00The Last Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We woke up to lovely sunny skies on our last full day in Skye. Everyone else was feeling kind of tired and worn out for various reasons (most because they had climbed one of the Cuillen Mountain's the day before). However as I didn't climb the mountain, I was feeling quite energetic. Let's face it, I felt that way for most of my time spent in that magical place. </div>
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So for my last day in Skye, I ended up spending a large part of it on my own, with Molly. And you know what? That was just fine with me. </div>
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Molly and I spent one last morning on our favourite beach: </div>
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Then in the afternoon while everyone went to lunch, I took 'da dogs' and went up Armadale Hill one last time. I couldn't help but feel like I could reach out to heaven up there. There was just something so amazingly peaceful about that place, it was truly somewhere that made both my heart and soul sing in its serenity. </div>
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Then, later in the afternoon I joined the boys for some of the activities they had signed up for. </div>
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I have never, ever thought I would fire a weapon. I've certainly never had any interest in hunting or even going to a rifle range. Ok, that's not exactly true because I used to think I'd make an ace sharpshooter back when I briefly entertained a career in the military; that is until I thought about all the sitting around waiting. And being quiet. And actually having to shoot someone. So sure, I've always though it might be kinda cool to try, however with so many horrible events happening in the world, be they accidental or planned, I'm not a big fan of guns. I know many of you have varying opinions on the topic, however my aim in sharing this post with you today isn't about being political, its simply to say how much fun I had Clay Pigeon Shooting. </div>
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And I was <i>good</i>. The first time I fired the very loud & heavy shotgun I nailed it. Sure my shots may not have been as accurate as the boys in our 'shoot-out', however I will always smile with such great satisfaction when I remember hitting that first disc. </div>
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And I would never, ever fire a gun at anything living. You know, just for the record.</div>
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After that little adrenaline rush, we moved down to the activity centre where the boys proceeded to shoot at a very small target with an air rifle, which I decided to forgo.</div>
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However, because I had made a comment about how much fun the boys all had with the archery, Matt the instructor was kind and generous enough to set me up with the bow and arrows and give me a quick lesson on how it worked. He then let me go to it while the boys were taking target practice, intermittently checking my progress. He never took a penny off me. </div>
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I wasn't overly accurate but I nailed the bulls eye more than once and for the most part my arrows stopped going wide after the second set of arrows. </div>
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Finally for the first time in a long time, I have found a sport that not only would I enjoy, but that I can actually access locally. </div>
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Oh, and I'm already looking into going for a Clay Pigeon Shoot with Andy and a few friends. (Andy didn't get to try it in Skye and I think its something really fun we could do together.) </div>
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We all went back to the cabins full of chatter about the great time we had before enjoying a dinner of fajitas together and celebrating our last evening in Skye. </div>
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Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-49629734905100554852014-08-21T14:29:00.001+01:002014-08-21T22:00:43.620+01:00Beach-combing<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This morning the boys and Anne (Robert's sister) went off to climb at least part of the Cullin Mountain Range.I had originally planned to join them but I've stayed behind because someone needs to be with the dogs; Dawn was going to remain on her own with Grandma but because her knee is swollen I decided to stay as well and exercise the dogs. </span></div><div><br></div><div>The mountains were calling to me, however there is something that calls to me even louder and that's the sea, in particular the beach down by the pier, just below the hill where we are staying. Sure, I'm a little bit envious that I'm not climbing, especially now we just received a text from Anne saying they have reached the summit, however a morning spent on the beach playing with the dogs has </div><div>certainly made my heart sing. I've never stopped missing the beaches of eastern Canada and although the beaches near where I live in England are ok, they don't come close to the ones I grew up around. Here it is a different story. They not only look and feel the same but they even smell the same... If that makes sense? The islanders here are so fortunate to have both mountains and beaches at their fingertips. </div><div><br></div><div>I loved the solitary time I had beachcombing with these two: </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25BBuvgSdNaOVPojQNm0eYLygR2fKP2ltUWUJ5EDFNyQnpTVccXH8DNXvF9ILo8xG-FWi0Gr1jBd7_JsdzBIuzrWjiIgC9Llyl0idyoLY0413k0mJNkH_LZCmlUgYZmYYx7-T/s640/blogger-image--233104664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25BBuvgSdNaOVPojQNm0eYLygR2fKP2ltUWUJ5EDFNyQnpTVccXH8DNXvF9ILo8xG-FWi0Gr1jBd7_JsdzBIuzrWjiIgC9Llyl0idyoLY0413k0mJNkH_LZCmlUgYZmYYx7-T/s640/blogger-image--233104664.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrllWYvs3hEkuLnow8eVOXW07_HONsC7rAiTJY3lOPbV5xXObUQD79_N-BLGOZpeuNaQcC3qmbggwQzW_11yz2BcnJcrdJ5zzA8XnthNt0bW-IhQRRs1YqY6fYUYIiziQIuWc/s640/blogger-image-1047058580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrllWYvs3hEkuLnow8eVOXW07_HONsC7rAiTJY3lOPbV5xXObUQD79_N-BLGOZpeuNaQcC3qmbggwQzW_11yz2BcnJcrdJ5zzA8XnthNt0bW-IhQRRs1YqY6fYUYIiziQIuWc/s640/blogger-image-1047058580.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Watching them search out crabs, swim and and playfight over the sticks I'd found was so satisfyingly serene. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVoaTNqgukSJ3bIst3DUHMPAMAgH3aHg-jSumwcW2v4XkCtfJG79of6WR8JH-QlBuSnMA1Wii2WqW0errQILDZ1Vh_poptTTjcUWNhN8zUH8vCBqVRZFBxTowVSEkWHEnmyax/s640/blogger-image--100591882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVoaTNqgukSJ3bIst3DUHMPAMAgH3aHg-jSumwcW2v4XkCtfJG79of6WR8JH-QlBuSnMA1Wii2WqW0errQILDZ1Vh_poptTTjcUWNhN8zUH8vCBqVRZFBxTowVSEkWHEnmyax/s640/blogger-image--100591882.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VmWuzT3wOPBfRYUe4O1ZqkwaePo5O7fFLKm5viYoVdUuz0io5iRekbJ4pQeePam2IWvJjWwKjF8prrGG3dPB7WVPmuC-0RdiQErQpMXuAkQDHQbDcn8NJp9dmBdJ7QIHEuNF/s640/blogger-image--243719986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VmWuzT3wOPBfRYUe4O1ZqkwaePo5O7fFLKm5viYoVdUuz0io5iRekbJ4pQeePam2IWvJjWwKjF8prrGG3dPB7WVPmuC-0RdiQErQpMXuAkQDHQbDcn8NJp9dmBdJ7QIHEuNF/s640/blogger-image--243719986.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>The only problem is that I've so completely fallen in love with this magical place that I really don't want to leave. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-55706889676667495492014-08-18T17:32:00.001+01:002014-08-18T19:03:53.144+01:00A little bit like homeOn Friday morning we finished packing up the 4x4 and began our long journey north to the Isle of Skye. Andy, Connor, Molly and I are sharing our summer holiday with the Clan Gallivan. Even Grandma Gallivan is with us; In all we total 10 people and 3 dogs. <div><br></div><div>We are staying in comfortably rustic cabins in a place called Armadale and although the people talk with beautifully lyrical accents, and there isn't such dramatic mountain views in the distance back home, I find this place strangely reminiscent of both Nova Scotia and Newfoundland. The beach right next to the port reminds me so much of the beach at Fox Cove I could weep. It's impossible to be here and not think of my beloved maternal Antle family, Nanny especially; yet oddly enough I am in the homeland of my father's ancestors. </div><div><br></div><div>After a two day journey (we broke up the long drive by staying in the quaint and lovely town of Callendar) we spent yesterday on a long walk in the rain followed by an easy night with maybe just a glass or two of wine. Oh and being entertained by a not-so-shy red deer just outside our back patio. Andy was fortunate enough to see a stag on the evening we arrived. There is plenty of wildlife about and we are hoping to do a early morning/evening hike this week to catch sight of a few more. </div><div><br></div><div>This morning we hiked Armadale Hill which is so much more than just a hill; we passed through plenty of pretty woodland before arriving at stunning moorland with amazing views. The hike was steep and plenty windy but worth every step. We finished it off with a walk down to the beach to let's the dogs rinse off in the sea. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPAkV8OSgaoUAOFCPGz5ylhIAekqdOFbPnd7wFMnGd7UzOoReiaYg_e1wV07YAEUId5wJNwR-qaGXBKE2Fk_XG08xLo7tPi-1hn35ldwYgY3It3Qeqwn4VhvwTpz4oBqjShoK/s640/blogger-image-1679220131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPAkV8OSgaoUAOFCPGz5ylhIAekqdOFbPnd7wFMnGd7UzOoReiaYg_e1wV07YAEUId5wJNwR-qaGXBKE2Fk_XG08xLo7tPi-1hn35ldwYgY3It3Qeqwn4VhvwTpz4oBqjShoK/s640/blogger-image-1679220131.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>This afternoon, after another short walk, Dawn and I have decided to return to our cozy abodes to let the dogs sleep. The boys are down at the activity centre firing guns or throwing axes... Something incredibly manly and Braveheart related. Normally I would be right in there with them but I decided to stay with my girl while she sleeps and and I chill with a glass of wine and partake in the gorgeous view. 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If the boys come back with a good report I might just indulge myself when they next go. </div><div><br></div><div>Tonight we are all getting together for a good old Scottish knees up; Haggis, Tatties and Neeps will be on the menu as well as homemade baked beans and burgers for those who don't want haggis. We have the sounds of Rawlins Cross and of course other Scottish musicians as our soundtrack for the night, and of course proper Scottish attire is mandatory for the night. The pictures should be priceless. </div><div><br></div><div>Hopefully I will be able to post again before we leave, as we have a lot of great adventures planned for the upcoming week. Although it's brilliant to have internet access I'm not spending too much time on line. Not while there is so much to see here, and when we aren't hiking, boating or drinking I just want to switch off. </div><div><br></div><div>This trip is definitely ticking all my boxes, even the intermittent rain isn't spoiling it.</div>Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-51670369596862984612014-08-06T15:51:00.000+01:002014-08-06T19:16:25.027+01:00TherapeuticMonday was a bit of a rough day for me emotionally; there wasn't one particular reason for what was getting to me but rather a combination of family and work issues. Being over-tired from lack of sleep didn't help either. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have always worked out and as most of you may know, I've dabbled in running off and on throughout the years, however I've never thought of myself as a <i>runner</i>. There used to be a time when I thought I could never achieve a 5k but I was wrong - because I did. And now I manage to do it with little hardship (depending on the day of course). I keep telling myself that this is something to be proud of, an actual achievement and although I said I would never aspire to run further than 5k (I have once and it damn near killed me) because I don't have it in me, there is a little voice in my head telling me to push it up a notch. Especially since I agreed to do the Terry Fox 10k with my sister in September. That's right. I'm going home in September and the only way I can describe what I'm feeling about this is relief... I'm so looking forward to going home on my own and just spending the 2.5 weeks I'm there chilling with my family and friends. No major commitments or family obligations. It sounds perfect. Sure, I've loved the times in recent years that I've taken Andy and my English family and friends with me but sometimes its good to be there on my own, spending quality time with Mom etc. and making up for all the months of the year I don't get to physically spend with them. I'm also sad that I won't be seeing my niece Clara this year, however my sister knows there is always an open invitation for her to come see us here in England which would be lovely - I've often envisaged introducing Clara to Daisy, Archie, Jayden and of course, Molly. I had debated travelling to Ontario this year however I had to make a call between there or home and right now, it's home that is calling to my heart the loudest. It's an added bonus that someone who wasn't supposed to be there, now is; and she's got me to agree to running a 10k. Yikes. </div>
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So a few times a week I will be trying to put in a little more effort and maybe a mile or two more behind me. I'm not so sure I will get there by September but Molly and I will try our best; She is a great running partner but sometimes when I run with my sisters I feel just a little more motivated. So perhaps I can do this. If kidding myself continues to keep the positivity going then perhaps I might just have the last laugh.</div>
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When I look back over the past month, it's hard to believe that we are actually experiencing a hot, sunny (for the most part) summer in the north eastern region England. At the end of every long and dismal winter (picture lots of grey skies and cold dampness if you will, not bright sunny skies and snow covered hills) I greet spring with a huge sigh of relief and start dreaming about long summer days. I don't exactly anticipate hot, sunny days, but longer days, full of light and perhaps a bit of warmth; I've lived here too long to allow my hopes to get too high. Except this year, for the first time in at least 3 or 4 years, we are finally getting what one would term a 'proper summer'. A lot of days have even been humid, but I'm not complaining. I can point to a lot of folks who are, but I'm not one of them. </div>
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I've been taking advantage of the glorious weather and trying to get out and about as much as possible. </div>
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Up until a week ago when Bonnie started her much deserved annual leave, I'd also been spending a ton of time with our little man; I love how they only live round the corner from us and I get to see him often. Not so much though over the past week or so because he and his Mama have been very busy doing lots of fun activities while she is on a break from work (this young woman is such a brilliant young Mama). I'm looking forward to seeing him this week sometime though. </div>
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This is Grandma with Daisy & Chloe at a 70th Birthday Party for Andy's Aunty Mavis. The kids were so well behaved all throughout the meal. Even our little monkey Jayden.</div>
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It's almost the middle of July and I have been completely neglectful with posting<i> again.</i> For those of you have still checked in from time to time to see what might be going on I'm thankful. I keep having debates with myself regarding I Drank the Whole Bottle and whether its an avenue I want to pursue any longer. I keep telling myself that this is meant for me more than anyone else, however every year my posts become increasingly lower in numbers. It's not because I have nothing to say or any photos to post but more the fact that I share my stories via other forms of social media that negates tons more feedback. Not that feedback should matter that <i>much</i>. It's not like I thrive on the validation, yet it is always nice to know you are still popping round. </div>
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As he often does when I've been remiss in posting, my husband asked if I I'd done a post recently to which my reply was 'Nah, I think I'm going to relinquish it for now'. He seemed dismayed by this and the moment I said it, I know I was too. It's hard to let go of something that has been with you for over 10 years and The Bottle has been my comfort blanket for the past decade (that sounds so wrong... I love my wine and although it can be very comforting, I am referring to this blog) If nothing, I love being able to look back over the forgone years and read/see the journal of my life. So here I am again, not quite willing to let go completely. I'd miss it too much. And I'd miss those of you who do stick around. Besides, nothing allows me the freedom to express my feelings and share the story of my life, the way this does. So for now, the bottle will stay open and I will continue to ramble with my prose. </div>
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This past week I've been participating in the <a href="http://www.amysquesttoskinny.com/2014/06/5-day-clean-eating-challenge.html">5 Day Eating Challenge</a> and have been loving the posts, banter and encouragement shared with the other fab women doing this too. I'm enjoying trying new recipes (many with my new Spirilizer - I will tell you about that in another post - because I'm <i>in</i> <i>love </i>with it<i>.</i>) So far I have been successful; as it's the last day, I think I can say I've been 100% successful actually, however as my exercise has been almost not existent other than long walks, I don't think I've lost a pound. However there is always next week; It's not like I'm going to start eating tons of junk food just because the challenge is ending today. I've met lots of great ladies who are constantly sharing healthy food recipes and links to great websites. As we all know, this has to be a lifestyle if we want to remain healthy.</div>
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Enjoying a day out on the boat we hired (we didn't spot any dolphins on this outing either, however we were told by a couple in another boat that a few were following us at one point!)</div>
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Monday's aren't my favourite day of the week for a multitude of reasons. I did however wake up this past Monday in a bright mood, which doesn't always happen. Rarely in fact. Then as I was getting ready for work I realised my hair straightener wasn't warming up but my mood didn't sour. I had a momentary minute of panic before I decided to just throw my hair up in a bun and get on with it. On the drive to work, the drivers side windscreen wiper decided to fling itself onto the hood of my car. I pulled over and tried to click it back in place to the best of my ability, yet it was clear to me that it was broken and would need replacing. During the rest of the drive I only turned the wipers on randomly to ensure I didn't lose it again, as a soft rain was falling and I couldn't drive without it. And still I didn't get stressed out. There was nothing I could do about it. I only needed to remind myself it wasn't that big of a deal; because there are mother's in this world who are still dying in childbirth due to inadequate medical care, or people who have to walk miles to the nearest well for fresh drinking water for their children. I could list a whole multitude of reasons why I really didn't have an excuse to get upset over what was essentially nothing.</div>
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A couple of times this week I have seen Facebook statuses where people are making a huge fuss that their wifi has dropped out, or that they've had to queue for 15 minutes at the grocery store, or that traffic has been a nightmare. I get that people in our very fortunate world have legit problems and concerns but I'm sorry, I'm not going to sympathise and feel for you if your biggest complaint of the day is that the server at the movie theatre didn't put enough ice in your diet coke (yes, I've complained about that one before). Get over it. We have so much in our day to day lives that we need to be grateful for and remember when we start to sweat the small stuff. </div>
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It doesn't hurt to just take a moment and remember this, especially when it feels like everything is spinning out of control. Maybe if I hadn't woken up feeling so optimistic on Monday I might have felt more stressed. I get that we all have bad days, me included. Just lately though I've been telling myself that life could be so much worse and I don't want to lose it over 'the small stuff' and so far, it's been working (for the most part.)</div>
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For the past two weeks its been raining almost non-stop and during the moments that it's not been chucking it down Molly and I have still been able to get our for a walk (she doesn't like getting wet any more than I do). She loves all the fresh smells that come out after a rain and me? I enjoy watching her explore and seeing all the pretty wild flowers that have sprung up. </div>
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Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-52291349895289314272014-05-22T15:11:00.001+01:002014-05-24T08:49:46.465+01:00When something as boring yet necessary as breathing gets in the way....Thursday at work I had to ring one of the secretaries at the adult mental health team; after we talked business we got down to more important issues such as summer holiday plans, our kids and of course a plan to hopefully meet up soon over a few glasses of wine; she is after all one of my good friends. (Dee is not only an efficient and brilliant PA but also an amazing cake designer - you must remember the awesome Superdry cake she made for Alex's 21st?). At some point in the conversation Dee mentioned how well I've been doing at running. In the past few weeks I've been hearing lots of positive feedback over my 'running', which only makes the fact that I haven't been out in almost two weeks even more annoying. <div><br></div><div>I was just getting my groove on with this running lark again when Mother Nature lobbed a soft ball at me that whacked me straight in the chest. For years I have been proud of my commitment to difficult workouts and even more recently that I have also been running for over 30 minutes. 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I went out two Sundays ago and although I had just run on the Saturday I went for it; not five minutes in my chest was screaming at me due to all the rape seed and other annoying aromatic weeds that spring up here round this time of year, yet I carried on. I was (slowly)running against the high winds and I'm not sure that I would have continued if I wasn't accompanied by my young running partner Jess. It was one of those runs that just didn't feel right, and even when it was over I didn't feel the rush of accomplishment I normally do. I was to busy trying not to die while I found one of my six inhalers. Of course I got my breathing sorted and get this, it only took a few days! However I <i>am</i> a pro at this remember (the asthma, not the running). However just the slightest bit of exertion still becomes uncomfortable and makes my chest prove its unwillingness to cooperate. It's frustrating especially in light of the fact we are heading back out to Greece in a few weeks and I wanted to be a bit more fit than I currently am. I did manage a workout once last week and if I don't go walking through the fields (kind of hard to avoid when there isn't just one, but *two labs that need their exercise as well). I reckon I should be able to get back on track with my Ripped in 30 program. That's provided my back and hip continue to cooperate and not trip me up like in recent months. Oh the perks of being a 40 year old asthmatic with bad joints. It is what it is though and like always I will work thorough it. It could be a lot worse. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Its a three day weekend here in England and we plan to make the best of it been despite the forecast for rain. I hope you are enjoying your weekend and that you are doing something that makes your heart happy. I'm off to get dressed and take the dogs out with Andy. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I plan to spend the rest of my weekend doing whatever I feel like, be it something or nothing. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">* We currently have the cantankerous but loveable old boy Carter stopping with us while Dawn & Rob are soaking up the rays in Ibiza. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-37848210978168230572014-05-12T11:04:00.002+01:002014-05-12T11:07:34.063+01:00The best gift she gave me<div style="text-align: center;">
First of all I will apologise for promising to be back just after Jayden's 2nd Birthday and Easter with pictures and a tale to tell of what we all got up to. Life became a bit hectic again and time just ran away from me. I'm back now and will hopefully not stay away so long. <br />
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Yesterday was Canadian Mother's Day; I made sure that I rang my Mom to tell her how much I love her and miss her and hoped she had a lovely day. I apologised that her card might be a few days late, however she already knew that it wouldn't be on time as I'd told her in an earlier conversation that week. I love it that Mom and I talk at least four days out of the seven in a week. Depending what's happening in our lives, we can sometimes talk every day. I love this. I don't know if living so far away from her would have been as bearable 20 years ago when phone calls were much more expensive. Now that we have Skype and Facetime, it's so much better. I love that whenever Jayden sees the I-pad he says 'Nanny?'. (We actually have a Skype date with Mom this evening).</div>
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In honour of yesterday being Mother's Day, I'm going to publish a re-post from 2010; My mother has given me enough love, understanding, support and friendship to see me through the rest of my life, however the best gift she has ever given me was the siblings who followed me. So thank you Mom, for not only being everything that you are, but for giving me the gift of three little sisters and a brother. It might not have always seemed it but I love being the eldest of this eclectic group of people. </div>
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When my Mom had me she wasn’t married to my dad. For all accounts it was just me and her (and a gaggle of aunts who seemingly fought over me). It was a very real possibility that I might end up being an only child. However that was not to be.<br />
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When I was two and a half, mom married dad and a few months later came the arrival of my sister Tawny. I think she was a prettier baby than me, with dark curly hair and big brown eyes. Mom said I wasn’t a jealous big sister and I was happy to share with her although there were apparently times when I did give her the odd pinch (sorry!); more often than not I was pleased about the baby, so much so that once mom found me trying to stuff her into my doll’s crib – my own baby. Tawny was creative and agreeable, often following me from place to place – once following me out of the apartment at 7 am on a Saturday morning in our night dresses; another time she packed her bags with me to run God knows where when we were visiting our Nan one summer when I was eight and she was six; Thank goodness she wizened up to following me around – I was going nowhere fast evidently!</div>
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I was watching Sense and Sensibility the other night (one of my favourite Austin adaptations) and it got me thinking about the relationships between siblings, sisters especially. How fortunate are we to have this incredible bond that will last us a lifetime no matter what is thrown at us? I adore our amazing and flawed tribe and I couldn’t imagine what my life would have been like without them. Sure we have had our differences and I’m certain there are a few more brewing on the horizon, but we always recover and come back to what’s important – the friendships, the laughter, the love.<br />
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We drove home that day tossing lots of names around, some really cool however she was a Molly for me, right from the start. (Who knew that every 3rd lab we came across would share the name; yet it doesn't matter because she is <i>such</i> a Molly.)</div>
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Today, she turns 9. That's apparently 63 in dog years which puts her at a similar age to my mom - a bonafide senior. However like my mom she shows minimal sighns of slowing down and is still very active. A few times a week she still gets 'her crazy on' - when she races around in circles at full speed, teasing and wanting to play some more. Long may it continue as she enjoys her golden years. </div>
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Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-3552052192910547672014-04-12T23:53:00.001+01:002014-04-12T23:53:13.596+01:00The RundownI thought it was high time I dropped you a line to say that I'm still around and that no, I haven't completely given up on this whole sharing a component of my world with you just yet. I wish I had the drive to post a bit more often and this time round I don't even have a good excuse. Well that's not completely true. I have been extremely busy reading other blogs, mainly of the culinary variety. Lately I've been on a real baking kick, ever since St Paddy's Day (which was ironically my last post). Work has been busy too, especially as I missed a few days due to a bad cold, however in reality I'm just making up excuses. <div><br></div><div>Seriously though. Here is the rundown on what's been keeping me preoccupied: </div><div><br></div><div>1. 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I have cheerfully been getting the house sorted for spring and of course Easter, which I love. We have a busy weekend planned over the holiday for a number of reasons, including Jayden's 2nd birthday. I know! I don't know where the time has gone. 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There is one thing that is proving rather distracting; some of you need your fix from medical dramas, The Bachelor, hell maybe even some version of Housewives of who cares. Me? Well my fix for the next month or two is... 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Every week I keep telling myself I really need to find the time to post; finally I'm making that time and am realising that it's been nearly a month since my last. Hmmmm so much for my resolution to post more and surpass my yearly totol. It's only March and already I'm off to a bad start. Does it really matter? Who knows. I thought it mattered to me, but obviously not enough. I can't even plead that I'm too busy because I'm not. Bah, never mind, it is what it is. </div>
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Although I'm not overly busy in my personal life, work has been incredibly busy which is probably the real reason I haven't been posting, as I will often find time to do so when I'm having my lunch. These days I just want 20 minutes to read my book as I scarf down a salad. I took last Friday and Monday off and enjoyed a four day weekend which then meant I've had to spend the last four days making up for it. </div>
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On Wednesday after a lot of debating with myself, I made the decision to give up wine for Lent. Sure I could have picked chocolate or cake but just in case you aren't in the know, Lent is about sacrificing something we love and that will challenge us. As I type this now I'm not craving chocolate, I'm wishing I had a cold glass of Pinot Grigio beside me. I will probably wish for the same thing when I run my bath later. So yes, this Lent I will be challenged. Much the same as last year. </div>
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Oh, and Andy and I just finished booking a holiday in Skiathos this June. We had hoped to go to Newfoundland in the spring but a joint trans-Atlantic trip just isn't in the budget this year. We will make that journey next spring. So for now we have ten days in the sun to look forward to and thankfully it won't be Lent when we are there :)</div>
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Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-69495920183574971722014-02-14T15:25:00.000+00:002014-02-14T15:27:46.570+00:00Love Hearts say it Best<div style="text-align: left;">
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The fact that I've married a man who tends to be more saccharine than me on Valentine's is ironic, especially since it's not been as popular in the UK until more recently. Either way Andy seems to enjoy Valentines and enjoys expressing his love for me on this day in various different ways. For our first Valentine's we weren't together as we lived in different countries yet he had flowers and a beautiful gift sent to me. A few years ago he arranged a scavenger hunt that ended up with me arriving at Greek restaurant to find him waiting for me all suited up and bearing a gorgeous bracelet. He wasn't even supposed to be in town that night. </div>
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Today I received a gorgeous bouquet of long stemmed red roses. The <i>delivered </i>kind. The kind that I always tell him not to buy me on Valentines because the mark up is ridiculous But then I think of one of my best friends whose birthday is today and how her boyfriend always used to send her birthday flowers the day <i>after </i>Valentine's because of the price and I realise that it's actually quite lovely to receive flowers at the office on Valentines and know that he's thinking of me.</div>
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So no, I don't like to 'buy' into the materialistic aspect of days like today; however my husband needn't worry that I've lost all interest in celebrating it because when he makes it home this evening I can assure you he will be appreciative of what I have planned. Here's a hint: the blinds will be shut, the doors will be locked and the house has been declared 'no go zone' for the kids (a warning text that I'm sure the kids puked a little over). The wine is chilling and I will spare you the details of what else is on the menu.</div>
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Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-57999324400021940902014-02-04T13:21:00.000+00:002014-02-04T13:21:36.629+00:00Tuesdays with TashaFor those of you who know me personally, you will know that historically my relationship with Andy's eldest child and only daughter Natasha has not always been the easiest. If you've been dropping in occasionally to read my posts, especially in the years pre-2010 you might have been able to surmise this for yourself if only because prior to that year I didn't often make reference to her. I might have made a passing comment in the very early years when she would pop in and out of lives but for the most part I thought it was better to refrain from mentioning Tasha because as I've said, it was a tumultuous time. I use this forum to chronicle my life story, however there are aspects that are private and not for sharing especially in relation to members of my family. <br />
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So I had this life with my husband and his two sons where occasionally Tasha would pop in to see her dad or partake in family events. I could see through her efforts to be polite and knew she barely tolerated me and would have much preferred if I'd fallen off the face of the planet. In her defence, Tasha was only 12 when her parents legitimately split up, which would have been hard enough at her age however she was also faced with the prospect of my arrival in England shortly thereafter. It was messy and hard enough for me to accept at times, never mind a hormonal 12 year old who thought she was going on 30. <br />
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All of that is history now and for the past three years Tasha and I have been slowly building a relationship; Since she has graduated from university with a foundation degree in law, she has matured in leaps and bounds. I always thought that with time she and I could be friends however I was hesitant to believe that I would ever feel for her what I do for the boys; after all they have been a constant in my life since the day I met them. I don't think I'm the only who is slightly astonished that we have become much more than friends and that I have come to love my husband's daughter every bit as much as his boys. I know it means the world to Andy that Tasha and I now have a good relationship. One that has progressed to the point where Tasha will ring me when she's upset or needs advice. I can't help but smile when she's ringing off a phone call and says rather offhandedly that she loves me. How times have changed.<br />
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Tasha recently moved into a house with her boyfriend in Lincoln. As she has to travel nearly an hour each way to work and does overtime on a Tuesday evening, she has begun staying with me one night a week. Molly and I enjoy having her company on Tuesday nights and I especially enjoy our chats on the drive to work the next morning. Last week as I was dropping her off we laughed about how far we have come from the days when it was much less than 'perfect' between us. She reflected on how she used to 'plot various ways of breaking me and her dad up'. We both grinned and laughed about how pleased we are that she was unsuccessful in her attempts.<br />
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<br />Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-71660344673414407922014-01-31T21:00:00.001+00:002014-01-31T21:00:21.437+00:00The one with all the wedding dressesA friend at work (Tina) got married this past December and in the weeks leading up to her wedding there was naturally a lot of discussion about her upcoming nuptials (in between all the work we were managing to achieve of course). On one of these occasions we were in the office with Tina chatting about ' the dress' when Alison and I began reminiscing about our our own wedding dresses. You know the drill if you've been there... the colour and style, was it bought or hand-made, oh yes, and does it still fit. We also got to to talking about how it's kind of sad that the most gorgeous and important dress we will ever wear only gets to be worn once, twice if the bride has her wedding and reception on a different day.<br />
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Alison and I who have been married for quite some time now (Andy and I are in our 10th year of marriage) began discussing what we had done with our wedding dresses. Like many other responsible brides, Alison had hers dry cleaned and boxed up; she was fairly certain, but a little doubtful that it would still fit. Me? Well I had left mine at my mother's in Nova Scotia but had plans to bring it back when Andy and I travelled home after New Year. I knew mine still fit me because I've had it on more than once since 2004. No, I haven't exactly <i>worn it, </i>its just <strike>almost every time</strike> sometimes when I've been home I've taken it from its protective bag and put it on. Trying it on is not the same as wearing it though. It's not. I won't apologise for loving my dress. And I wasn't even a bridezilla; my sister had to coax me a little bit to get a proper wedding dress. But I'm digressing as usual. <br />
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I'm going to tell you a little story about the day I went skiing. Yes, you've read this correctly. Not the day that I went to the ski hills and managed to slam into my sister Sandra as I attempted to <strike>fall</strike> ski down a very scary, ice filled hill; nor the day that my 17 year old self took off my skis and ran clumsily down the hill whilst attempting to keep two very long skis and two poles from slipping out of my grip; and especially not the day I mistakenly agreed to ride the chair lift to the top of the hill only to get left on it by my best friend and sister who had promised to ensure I got off OK. (I thus had to endure the embarrassment of riding that chair lift back down the hill - I suppose it's a bonus that I'm quiet adept at dealing with humiliating moments.Yes, I <i>can </i>laugh at myself. However that experience has ensured that even though I've finally got the hang of skiing, I will be sticking to the T-Bars only.)</div>
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So let me tell you all about it, if you don't mind indulging me here. I went skiing people and I didn't fall, or slam into anyone (well not on the ski slope anyway).I could surmise that the reason for this could quite possibly be that at the age of <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>40</i></b></span> I'm much fitter than any other time I've attempted to ski (including the school trip when I was 17). Add to this that for the first time I had a patient and good skier with me (my cousin Jennifer) who took the time to teach us the basics and didn't rush off to ski herself almost straight away. Or maybe it because Andy and Stacy were both with me (also novices) and ended up being my good luck charms. Although in the end I think it was because I had Stacy, who was as nervous as I was to try skiing again, with me every step of the way (Sandra and our brother John are the skiers in our bunch.) Andy actually had only an inkling of what he was facing as he'd never tried it before.</div>
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On that bright Saturday morning there was some confusion as we all headed out to Martock. Lines got crossed along the way and some of us thought we were going to go cross country, some hoped we would be snowboarding and myself? Well I figured I would have been safest sitting in the lodge drinking beer. </div>
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In the end we all decided to give downhill a go. Jen is a pretty good skier; Wayne not so much. Stacy and I had a wee argument over snowboard versus skis that I won. (I just couldn't get my head around both feet being strapped down on one board and I didn't think my knees and back could cope with the maneuvers required to snowboard.) Andy, well he was just keen to get on the bunny hill and give it a try.</div>
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We had a basic lesson from Jen before we all grabbed hold of the rope that would pull us up the bunny hill. So far so good right? Yup; well for everybody else but me. I'm the fool that made the mistake of wearing fingerless gloves without the mitten bit covering my fingers. That rope moves fast and quickly started burning blisters onto my fingers almost immediately. I was only halfway up when I started losing grip and despite my sister yelling at me to 'don't you dare let go I'm right behind you!', I let go and ended up laying in the middle of both tow ropes... great. Another humiliating moment for me. Somehow Stacy managed to hold on and get past me and I was left trying to figure out how I was going to scoot through the skiers and get back up (why the controller didn't just stop the ropes is beyond me). I managed to succeed in crossing the ropes without knocking anyone down or having to take my skies off, (not the easiest feat when one can't just roll over) however getting back up was a problem because I let my fear from previous ski trips overwhelm me. I sat there thinking what an idiot I must look in my bright green jacket when a gentleman came along and offered me a hand up. I gratefully and bashfully took it and decided that for once, I was going to overcome my fear of falling, figure out how to just do it, and if not at least how to get my skis on and off <i>myself</i>.</div>
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Both Stacy and I got a grip on the bunny hill and decided to try the big girl hill. I waved goodbye to both Wayne and Andy as they had both decided to give their backsides a rest and nurse beers in the lodge and headed for the t-bar lift with Stacy. Andy figures if he had a few hours with a private instructor he might be able to get the hang of it. This is something that we can definitely look at should we ever try skiing again. Wayne's health just wasn't compatible to the sport that day.</div>
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We made it up the t-bar, despite Stacy's understandable unease about sharing a ride up the hill with <strike>her</strike> <strike>clumsy ass sister</strike> me. And then we went for it. We skied. Not quickly, not gracefully but we skied. Jen caught up with us a once or twice and joined in with our amusement and before long, we were actually enjoying ourselves. I knew Stacy was having fun and relaxing into it the moment I heard her humming her way down the hill behind me. Stacy does that you know, hums (or makes other strange noises) when she is happy.</div>
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In between the skiing we did pop into the lodge for a beer and something to eat before heading out for one or two more trips up the hill. I know Andy might have been disappointed because he didn't manage to ski, but I also know he was pleased for me when he said the smile on my face at the end of the day made it worth it. Besides, as we said, it was only his first attempt (my fourth) and he can now say he's at least tried it and can cross it off his list. </div>
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Either way I was proud of all of us that day. We tried something that was way out of our comfort zone which is something a lot of people won't even consider and Jen was a better teacher than all the rest who've attempted to get me on a slope. (I'm not even sorry for saying that Catherine ;) Also, the fact that I did it successfully with my baby sister made it all the more exhilarating.</div>
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The moment that I skied down the hill without falling or hitting someone has completely trumped all the disastrous moments that have gone before. Even getting stuck between the tow ropes and especially being stuck on the chair lift. Bah, it's those moments that make for a story great anyway right? Yes, even if it is at my own expense.</div>
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<br />Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-85038314676256978302014-01-09T13:33:00.001+00:002014-01-09T13:39:15.950+00:00Although it wasn't perfect it sure was picture perfectI'm a bit late with this post, however better late than never. Time at home was spent in real time, rather than virtual :)<br />
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To steal from the wise words of a fellow blogger (hi Lara) our Christmas this year was 'a <i>real</i> Christmas'. Real as in not perfect because as Lara stated, not even Norman Rockwell could have had a Norman Rockwell Christmas <i>every </i>year. <br />
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For few days at my mom's there were ten people, two big labs and a cat. In short it was crazy hectic at times. We had loads of food and drink and as with any house with that many people crammed into it, some tantrums. Which were ironically not thrown by the charismatic three year old in our midst.<br />
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My husband wasn't feeling very well the first week out there and despite feeling this way in a full house, I believe he handled himself with decorum and tact and I was proud to have him with me. At one point I did take him to a hotel for some rest and privacy, which he desperately needed and I headed back to my parents house for an afternoon of cookie decorating and other activities which were a lot of fun and really put us in the Christmas spirit:<br />
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Uncle Reg fetching in the perfect tree :)</div>
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Christmas morning walk in the snow</div>
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Stacy & Andy hitting the bunny hill at Ski Martock (this experience really necessitates it own post!)</div>
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And savour our time together is exactly what I did this Christmas past. At times it was like something out of a Christmas film (both the good and not so good) and although it wasn't the perfect ending some had hoped for, me and my husband had a lot of fun at home with my family and I was so happy to be able to be with my mother and sister who have been waiting for a family Christmas for years. </div>
Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-85530888379586506892014-01-01T02:24:00.000+00:002014-01-01T02:24:16.132+00:00Its certainly a colder New Year<div style="text-align: center;">
Andy and I have decided to forgo an evening out tonight and just stay in with my folks (its -14c, we are too old to go out clubbing and no on is having any parties). Besides it's been a hectic few weeks and we are up for a quiet night. (I have lots to post about when we return to the UK and time is on my side again - more or less). There have been a few highlights from this trip that I really want to share such as my managing to actually ski for the first time and sledding on a snowy Boxing Day night.</div>
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It's a quiet night here at casa McDonald. My brother is somewhere in the house, dad is chilling out and mom's asleep on the couch (although I know she will be waking up soon.) Hey, it's got to get a little bit more exciting around here before my hubby nods off. Seriously though, I honestly don't mind the quiet night in. I'm being entertained by country music and the Caesar I'm drinking (with two spicy beans :) and my sister's cat seems to be amusing my man. What more do we need (the question mark doesn`t seem to work on this keyboard)... Well maybe some chips and dip or chocolate.</div>
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The past few weeks have been more than a little hectic in the run-up to coming home for the holidays. That's right... I'm typing this post from Nova Scotia, cozy in my mom's house while the snow falls softly outside. </div>
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I kept myself busy in the weeks leading up to the day of our departure by helping out with Jayden and my niece Daisy (I had really wanted to share photos of the few days spent with these two amazing little people, however time ran away from me); getting all the Christmas shopping sorted for both of our families and of course there were a couple of Christmas parties to attend. Then on Sunday, the day before we due to travel down to London, Andy was punched in the gut with a nasty bout of D&V. It hit him hard and sucked every ounce of energy he had. It not only left him feeling raw and depleted, it left me with a continuous knot in my stomach - I was almost sick with anxiety that Andy wouldn't recover in time or that I would come down with it myself. However in his usual fashion, my man pulled it together and we managed to get to London as scheduled. He's tough like that my guy.</div>
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We had a quiet first day and a half with my Mom, Dad, sister and brother. Tomorrow my other sister and niece arrive. Something we are all looking forward to. </div>
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<span style="color: #555555;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">All throughout the day my colleagues and friends were receiving phone calls warning them that their homes were situated in high risk areas. As the wind steadily increased to more than 70mph we all wondered how hard our local area would be hit. The sound of the wind was crazy; the building we work in is relatively new but what a racket the wind caused. Then the flood siren's starting going off to warn of the impending tidal surges. What an eerie sound. I've been in the UK ten years and I'm sure I've only heard it go off once. Yesterday it continued on throughout the evening. I've never heard anything that sounds quite like it. I can only imagine what it must have been like to live in this area when the air raids were going on throughout the war. </span></span></div>
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Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-26188587248788906342013-11-19T11:28:00.003+00:002013-11-19T11:28:45.154+00:00A Tentative Friendship<div style="text-align: center;">
Almost since the day she became aware of her, our niece Daisy has been completely besotted with Molly. She has been following her around trying to hug her and give her love since she could crawl. Other than the odd time I used to find Daisy sitting on Molly, she has never been anything but loving toward the dog. (I think sitting on Molly was her way of getting as close as she possibly could... or maybe a fur seat is much more comfortable than your basic chair). Both her parents and I think it's adorable that it's Molly she looks for the moment she enters the door. Her calls of 'Mowie where are you' could melt the hardest of hearts. </div>
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And then there is Jayden. He never really seemed to notice her until about six months ago and then it was just a bit of curiosity when she was nearby. He would reach out to touch her but would never actively crawl or chase after her. A couple of months ago he discovered the word dog and just more recently has started saying Moll Moll. He has definitely grown much more interested in her and I would even go so far as to say he is fond of her. Because Molly has been 'broken in' by Daisy, she seems more resigned to the fact that there is sometimes a small child boisterously invading her quiet world. Maybe it's because she sees Jayden more, but whatever the reason, lately she is usually in whatever room we are in and more times than not, right next to Jayden if he happens to be playing <strike>nicely </strike>quietly. </div>
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Although I have to keep a very close watch when they are this close to each other. Not only because it's dog and child but because our boy has a penchant for reaching out and giving my girl a quick swipe; as he did just moments after I snapped the photo. Often I catch him out but sometimes I don't manage and bless her, Molly will just sigh or get up and go lay on her bed. Most times Jayden just strokes her fur or tries to hug her but I have to be careful because he's a little unpredictable at the moment.</div>
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Breakfast times are very amusing too as I don't know who wants the next bit of toast more - Molly or the baby. Jayden shouts 'more' while Molly pleads with her eyes. It's funny. They are quite the team at mealtime. </div>
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Something else that demonstrates what an amazingly good dog we have is when the little ones are walking around with a snack in hand; although Molly is right next to them keeping a close eye on the tidbit that is directly at her level, she has never yet tried to take it from them. It must be torture for her but I love her geniality when it comes to the kids and she is well rewarded for being such a gentle girl. Besides, the kids love sharing their food with the dog; something that is probably the same in any home you might find both a dog and child in. </div>
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Not much has been going on round these parts so I don't feel like I have much to post about. Halloween came and went without fuss because as usual I didn't have any little goblins knock at the door (other than Jayden). The organisation I work for didn't have a client party this year so I didn't even have a reason to dress up. We also refrained from decorating this year, which I won't let slide next year. Besides I'm determined that next Halloween will see us throw a party instead of just thinking about it. So it was just me, Jayden and Molly for the night. It was the same again on Bonfire Night (this Tuesday past); Alex and Bonnie wanted to attend the fireworks so Jayden stayed with me and Molly. I honestly don't know who was more frightened by the loud bangs - the dog or the baby. Jayden was super cuddly though, so while Molly hid under my desk, Jayden and I skyped Andy and then my Mom. He fell asleep while we were talking to Mom and my heart melted when Mom put out her arms and said 'here, pass him to me'. If only it were that easy to travel between worlds.</div>
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I haven't been exercising nearly as much as I should. This is because I mostly exercise outdoors and have a dog who is too frightened to go for a walk even at dusk, so there goes any running after work at the moment. (Oh, and there is no point in suggesting I go without her because I won't leave her at night, not even for half an hour as I leave her to go to work all day). I'm too lazy to get up on cold mornings before 7 am and head out. I think about it but that's about it. Although because I actually enjoy the feeling working out gives me, I've decided to bring our stationary bike back into the house. Oh and buy another pair of trainers so that I have a half decent pair for outdoors, yet a clean pair for indoor workouts. This is my main <strike>reason</strike> excuse for not shredding as much as I should - the mud all over the floor. My trainers have been getting quite muddy from jogging . Autumn in England involves a lot of rainfall. (Any season in England involves a lot of rain so indoor/outdoor trainers do make sense.)</div>
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I've been managing to stick with healthy eating for the most part but sometimes it takes a lot of determination. Not to mention the food planning. O well I don't have a lot else to do. Well besides spend half an hour each evening coaxing Molly to go out to wee. I don't bake nearly as much these days because unlike most people who enjoy baking, I actually <i>like </i>to eat what I bake, not just give it away; although that's normally how it plays out. Our budding chef, aka our nephew Archie, is coming over on Saturday morning to do some baking with me though, which will be fun (and I can send it all home with him). I'm thinking I will go with cupcakes, easy to make, fun to decorate. I've decided I won't be doing a Christmas bake this year because as you may or may not know... we are going home for Christmas this year! Oh wait, I think I've told you that already but I'm not sorry for being repetitive. Because I'm EXCITED people. Excited that for the first time in 8 years I get to spend Christmas with my <strike>dysfunctional</strike> wonderful family. </div>
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In other news I made the decision earlier this year that once I had my eyes re-tested in September I'd buy myself some new specs and begin wearing them more. I normally wear contacts up to six days a week and thought I should cut down on their use and give my eyes a rest. Besides with all the trendy glasses on offer why not? I'm still more comfortable wearing contacts (I don't like the weight of glasses or how my hair gets stuck in them) but since I've gotten two new pairs on a two for one offer, I must say I'm not doing a bad job rocking the<strike> intellectual</strike> 'secretary' look. </div>
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<br />Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727309623355194213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696291.post-12831187492493429142013-10-23T16:13:00.001+01:002013-10-23T16:13:17.451+01:00Where's Our Pumpkin Patch?<div style="text-align: center;">
All over the FB and the Internet I'm seeing gorgeous photos of not only amazing pumpkin recipes (which I'm mostly refraining from making this year), but of my friends and family taken during visits to local Pumpkin Patches. <br />
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Like this one for instance:<br />
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This is my little cousin Nolan - how<i> cute </i>is he?</div>
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I know that this season is huge back in Canada (and the States), not only because the month of October brings us Thanksgiving and Halloween, but a celebration of pumpkins themselves. The south coast and valley of Nova Scotia host an annual Pumpkin People festival which is always fun to witness if you fancy a drive. </div>
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When we went to Ontario to meet our Clara for the first time in the Autumn of 2010 we were thrilled to take a trip to a pumpkin patch to meet up with friends. It was a perfect day, brilliant for taking photos:</div>
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(Clara was so little then)</div>
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What a great way to spend an autumn day.</div>
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Apparently the town of Spalding in Lincolnshire has a pumpkin festival each year (which we've missed), however other than that there doesn't seem to be any local pumpkin places where you can go for a wander round. I would love to be able to take Jayden to see a proper pumpkin patch; I'm sure he'd really enjoy it. I know his Grandy and I would love to watch him run around while we tried to capture the moment with a camera.</div>
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Halloween and supermarket pumpkin displays have become much more popular since I first moved over here which I love to see because I enjoy this time of year, even though we have once again deferred hosting a Halloween Party.<br />
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*Sigh* Oh well... maybe next year. </div>
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