Mutton dressed as Lamb

Looks like July has gotten off to an even worse start then the rest of the year in terms of my posting record, yet I will excuse myself as it's been a hectic one so far:

We had a great turn out for our Canada Day Party, despite the weather being tempermental;  Andy as usual pulled out all the stops and decked our yard our brilliantly with Canadian gear.  Almost everyone pitched in and brought some amazing food, the games were a lot of fun, especially the skipping (where more than one person almost lost their pants) and loads of alcohol was consumed.  Aside from someone knocking my shelf down in the bathroom, the iffy weather keeping most of us inside after 10 pm and Andy getting hit with a rough case of hayfever, it was another great party. The next morning found us discussing the possibility of downsizing it next year which is very reminiscent of a conversation we had last year... I had asked a lot less people but we still had quite a crowd.  Sometimes I shake my head at the amount of people we have made friends with over the last few years. To any of you who may struggle with not being one of the 'popular kids' at school yet wish to be, I can only say this: hang on a few years - life brings you so many surprises and you wake up one day in the not too distant future to realise you have become one of the popular crowd, just a much nicer one of your own choosing and it feels good :) 

Especially when they take the time and effort to surprise you with these:

(she's not even Canadian - I adore how much my British mates enjoy helping me celebrate Canada's b-day)

We had a fly-by visit from Roisin, Gavin and Hannah. It was short-lived but fun and so great to see my god-son and step-son hanging out and laughing.  I never would have thought Ra and I would end up with kids the same age that actually like each other. We couldn't have planned for that if we'd tried. The fact that my friend flew past her original destination (Ireland) with the kids, to come and hang out with me and my family at home has more meaning than I could convey properly.  I didn't even get tearful when we said our goodbye's at the airport because we will being seeing them in Nova Scotia very soon.  

Andy and I spent a day shopping at the Trafford Centre, Manchester.  I of course bough my third pair of shoes this spring and Andy didn't even blink an eye.  He actually made a point of walking half-way back down the huge mall to make sure I bought these beauties: 

I also bought myself a very sexy, flowing dress for our holiday in the Maldives in January.  It can't really be worn with a bra, so I will have to use some kind of tape to 'assist' my babies in staying up.  Yes, I have an impressive pair of knockers even at the age 39.5.  However they don't sit quite as high as they used to and even if they did, the only other dress that I have ever been able to wear braless was my wedding dress. So don't worry, I won't be tucking them into my waistband just yet; give me another five years or so and we might have to re-assess.  

Another worry with the dress is that it is rather low cut and shows a lot of leg (my boobs might be good, but my legs are still great... I know, I know, put your plugs in if my trumpet is hurting your ears) and I've always had a rule that only allows for the display of one or the other. The only women that can pull this off without looking like a tramp Jessica Rabbit are women with smaller breasts.  But then I thought to hell with it... I'm going to be in paradise, a couple of thousand miles away from anyone we know - if I want to dress like I'm on the red carpet this one time, then I will.  So long as my tummy is out of view, I'm good to go.  I often try to tell myself that us 'common' people are much too hard on ourselves and often think that a certain outfit, hairstyle, or even car might not be age-appropriate, yet then I look at most celebrities and see that they haven't pulled out the housecoat and grey rinse just because they are hitting middle-age, so why should we?  Middle age isn't what is used to be and I'm so relieved about that.  So long as I dress appropriate to my size and build, with a close eye on certain things that are too young for me, no matter what, I will be satisfied. And then there are even some celebrities that get it wrong and don't know when to quit dressing like a teenager:  

Or am I the only one who thinks this looks slightly sad (and no, haters, I'm not jealous because she is thin and successful and I'm not).

Doug Heffernan would hate it

In March 2011 I made the decision to cut my hair into a bob and have spent the last 15 months growing it back out.  I have also been slowly making my way back to a lighter shade and think I'm finally there with the colour; a light brown with lots of blond steaks.  Like it normally does, my hair has grown quite quickly and this time around I've taken steps to ensure it stays fairly healthy by using good hair products and not straightening it all the time.  It's still very thick and frizzy;  not curly, not straight, often driving me to distraction.  I've lost interest in  trying to always have perfect hair via straightening and curling and wanted to find an easier way to acheive pretty styles...  I found the idea for a 'sock bun' on pinterest one day when I was looking around.  The tutorial promised that if I put my hair in the bun at night and released it in the morning it would come tumbling down around my shoulders in long, loose curls. Yeah... not quite.  But I'm not completely dismayed by this because I've taken to wearing my hair in the bun during the day:

It's super easy to do, looks tidy and keeps my hair from getting damaged.  I get loads of compliments on it, with people often saying how perfect it is and asking me how I do it (which I have to admit I like; I don't often get asked questions about hair styles, especially from the younger generation.)  From the front view I'm not sure it looks so great, but I'm happy to roll with this. 

And I swear the bun thing started before I actually became a Gran. 

 Let's hope it helps to keep my hair healthier while at the same time allowing me a cute, easygoing style, befitting of my roll as glamorous gran.  I needn't even bother to try and straighten it at the moment due to the high humidy (don't confuse this with heat - it has been damp and humid around these parts for far too long).  I straightened it yesterday and completely wasted my time; within an hour it was all frizzed up. I honestly wish I could find a product to rectify this situation. Feel free to let me know if you have a remedy.

Inspiration

When I'm struggling with low mood, I should think of this funny lady:

Get at least eight hours of beauty sleep. Nine if you're ugly." —Betty White

Still making us laugh after all these years...

 

When I don't want to consider working out I will think of this guy:

 

Spencer West

'I set out to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro not only to redefine what's possible for me, but to inspire others to overcome obstacles and challenges of their own, and to give back to communities, that need our help.' - Spencer West

What an amazing, inspirational man. Read more about his amazing journey here.

Happy Friday everyone - enjoy your weekend :)

Closed In

The office building where I work has major internal issues when it comes to heating.  In the winter our office is like Siberia and we have to layer up and wear fingerless gloves;  all winter and most of the spring I have been waiting for the weather to turn warmer so that the office might become more tolerable. (The rest of the building has problems too but the room I'm in is the worst.) In late May we had about two days of comfort before the building warmed up and now it is pretty much suffocating in our office.  With two fans on full-time (blowing the hot air around) we still have people walk in and comment about how hot it is; The rest of the building is overheated right now as well but at least there are windows that can be opened.  As my boss has been on holiday for the last few weeks I've been sitting in her room off and on, yet that room is still quite stuffy.  I'm leaving work every day with a headache and feeling completely lethargic;  it's difficult to maintain a healthy diet and exercise because of it.  Last evening I just wanted to sleep when I got home but common sense told me to get out in the fresh air and walk Molly - it didn't convince me to work out though, which didn't help matters;  my common sense usually knows what it's talking about, shame I didn't listen to it more.  What might make the heat inside a tad bit more bearable would be if it was actually hot outside;  I doubt summer is ever going to get to England.

OK, whinge session over; I swear.  If you haven't already left to go read about Mary Kate's older man or troll Pinterest I thank you. I've often wondered before if I should continue to write but I'm assured that 1 or 2 of you are still interested so I will persevere.  It makes my husband happy, if no one else... I think he still has a dream that I'm going to eventually publish something that will make money.  However as I've taken no steps to cultivate this dream, it will have to stay just that.  Besides having something to dream about makes life more bearable most of the time. Although speaking of dreams, if I actually managed to retain one or two of the saga's that visit me at night I could make a lot of money in the publishing world;  I'm usually as entertained in my sleep as I am during an episode of Dexter or True Blood;  I'm definitely more enraptured by what visits me in my sleep than what I've recently read on the pages of the Shades of Grey series.  

In between trying to cool myself off at work and endeavouring to maintain a healthy life-style (meaning exercise and cooking healthy every day) I've been making plans for our upcoming Canada Day Party (while simultaneously crossing my fingers that the weather smartens up prior to next week), looking forward to a brief visit from my friend Roisin and her kids (they are detouring to us on their way to Ireland), and trying to get invitations ready to send out for my in-law's 50th Wedding Anniversary Party that we are hosting the Saturday after we return from Canada (I know!).  I must admit, Pinterest has been my favourite website these days as I look for inspiration;  well Pinterest and Amazon.  I've been busy ordering a lot of party supplies online as I'm reckoning on this year being our best Canada Celebration to date (although I will sorely miss my brother this year).  My hubby and I are going to get our party on, instead of running ourselves ragged being brilliant hosts.  I figure we can do both right?

In relation to party planning I'm seeking your help faithful readers, in relation to cocktail recipes.  I often find gorgeous cocktail recipes on Pinterest but most of them call for some kind of frozen concentrated juice, which we unfortunately don't get over here. Do you think regular juice would work in its place?  I suppose I could just give it a try which might make more sense, as I have a feeling that the few of you who who actually follow me are based on the other side of the Atlantic, where these frozen drinks are readily available.  Doubly annoying? It isn't even something I can bring back with me on my trips home.

I know, I know, I said I wouldn't whinge and here I am doing it again.  It's the heat, I swear. 

It's not really necessary

Our Connor has hit a couple of milestones recently; yesterday he finished his last official day at upper school (education is very different in the UK).  He has three more exams to go back for at the end of the month and then that's it, he's off to college in the fall to study graphic design. 

Yesterday, he turned 16.  Yup...that's it, our youngest is growing into a man.  I don't know if I'm ready for this.  I hope he stays the easy-going and humorous boy he has always been.  Our only hope is that he dreams big and fulfills every one.

To celebrate his school leaving and upcoming birthday, I decided to make a batch of these:

Chocolate Guinness Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Icing

(a favourite of the kids)

Connor, who has always been keen to assist me when I'm baking (I had kind of hoped he would decide on a culinary style training course there for awhile - I mean he is the right age for the next up and coming Jamie Oliver - but that's only my daydream).

So, back to the baking: we were getting on with the measuring and mixing.  I put our stick of butter in the microwave to melt and as I was crossing the room to get something out of the fridge I heard an odd, crackling noise.  Connor stopped the mixer when I suddenly turned to look at the microwave and let out a yelp.  The inside of the nuke was on fire... I quickly turned it off to the sound of Connor laughing.  He said he couldn't help it as the noise I'd made sounded like a wounded animal. (I personally thought it was more like the cry of a warrior princess).

Either way our microwave with the deluxe grill option (that was only used once - the grill, not the microwave itself) is now out of commission. Andy and I both like the way the counter looks without it.  The last time I had a good clean up I tried to rearrange the kitchen so I could have the use of that corner, but the cumbersome microwave never worked anywhere else;  We've agreed for the time or being to not replace it.  So far I'm not missing it other than the fact that it doubled nicely as a bread bin.

Merlin's Green

I've never been able to understand why England doesn't have a national holiday on St George's Day.Not when you look at it from this angle especially:  Ireland has St Patrick's Day, Scotland has St Andrew's Day, and of course North Americans have national holidays on Canada Day and Independence Day.  

Yet the government of this small Island doesn't let it's citizens enjoy a day off to celebrate it's history.  Hrmmm something just isn't right about that.

Anyway, regardless of this, with Tuesday being the diamond anniversary for Queen Elizabeth's reign, there were a ton of celebrations taking place across the country.  You might have managed to catch a few of the televised events yourself if you were at all interested.  Because the Jubilee was so close to our May Bank Holiday, they postponed May Day by a week to coincide with the Jubilee Bank Holiday, giving us a four day weekend, which is always a good thing.  Shame the weather was the pits.

On Saturday evening the community all came together in our little village and had a mini festival of sorts; there was a bouncy castle, face-painting tent, climbing wall as well as archery to name only a few of the stalls that were spread across our field.  We were impressed to see a stage being set up, which featured a number of performers throughout the evening.  There had been signs posted around the village for a number of weeks announcing a 'Festival on Merlin's Green'.  Ironically most most of us had no idea that the central field on our estate where dogs and kids usually congregate actually had a name.  

I think what impressed me the most were the amounts of family and friends who had come out in support of the event; most sporting red, white and blue paraphernalia as they drank Pimms, beer and champagne.  Some even had mini bbq's going.  It was a great feeling of community, despite the cold wind blowing and lack of sunshine. 

We all went over to check out the festivities, however Alex and Connor gave in early on and took Jayden back to the house.  Bonnie braved it out with me and Andy for about a half hour longer before we packed up ourselves and headed in to watch a movie.  

If we'd been on our own, I think we would have stuck it out with the help of a few more beer.

On Monday Andy, Connor and I met up with the Gallivan's for a two hour walk with the dogs through one of our local jaunts; we finished the walk properly with a cold pint at a quaint pub.

(I never tire of seeing wild poppies growing in the fields)

We headed over to the Gallivan's on Monday night to watch the Queen's Concert as we cheerfully sipped on champagne while eating crisps, cheese and pate.  

Not a bad celebration at all.

As I said earlier, this country should really come together once a year to celebrate itself as a nation. 

Until the government realizes this, my friends and family will have to settle for celebrating the birth of my home country once a year, at our annual Canada Day BBQ, which is now only a few weeks away. (It's not a day off here, but it's one great big bang up.)

Prickly Heat

Finally the sun has come to town.  The last week or so has been glorious and like they do, people of this town are walking around dressed like it's the height of summer.  I only spent a couple of hours off and on in the sun over the weekend and definitely didn't lay out because on Saturday my arm and chest broke out in a few blisters (yet I wasn't sunburnt or anything).  By Sunday it had spread to both arms although my right is significantly worse. So I figured I'd be best off staying out of the sun; the sun and heat I've been waiting months for.  Yesterday I thought the blisters were starting to dry out, especially those that I'd scratched but today it appears to be even worse and what's annoying is that my arm has only been exposed to the sun via the drivers side window of my truck! 

Argggh!!!

The moles, freckles and hairiness I can live with, but this??? It's embarrassing if nothing else... yet it's more than that, it's itchy and uncomfortable and it's just too damn hot to wear long sleeves. I think I'd better get myself to the pharmacy because after four days of this, I think I need some help.

I don't know what's going on round here, what with Molly's skin issues and now mine.  But something is definitely up with my skin, which is normally not what I would describe as sensitive.  Last night I rubbed A535 onto my back and knees after my workout and after about 30 seconds I suddenly felt like my skin had been set on fire.  I was in agony; I honestly don't think being whipped would hurt more.  Wait, I know it doesn't (sorry but I've been there done that). Well at least by sharing that fact you'll know that I have a high pain tolerance... yet it felt like I was being flayed alive.  I'm just relieved no one was around to see me as I pranced naked around my room waiting for it to pass, while pressing a cold, wet towel against my back and sweat poured off of me in buckets.  My knees just had to suffer.  Man alive, it was awful.  I thought the cream might be out of date, hence the reaction I had but it wasn't - I checked after I sewed my head back on. 

If you're still here and I haven't put you off, would you like to know what the rest of my week has been like? Maybe not, but here goes:

The weekend was lovely as I had loads of Jayden time and on Sunday the kids came over for a bbq with me and then later we had champagne in the hottub to celebrate Jayden's arrival (I can't believe it's been six weeks today since he came into our lives.) 

I've been awake more than I've been asleep this past week and last night was particularly bad because Molly had the trots and needed out every hour or so. I had to take the morning off work as I couldn't leave her till I knew it was over (that was one mess I didn't want to come home to).

I'd taken this afternoon off by prior arrangement as Natasha had to have an investigative procedure at the hospital that her mum wasn't available for.  Turns out her prep didn't work properly so it was postponed... so today's annual leave has been a bit of a write off.  Bah, nevermind. 

It is what it is.

I can't sit out in the sun but I still rather fancy one of these:

However the only place you can get one is at the mall, which closes in less than an hour and is on the other side of town.  Iced, decaf coffee will just have to suffice.

Either way, it's Wednesday, which means the weekend is almost here and for us living in the British Isles it means a four day weekend.  Let's hope my arm is cleared up so I don't have to spend the whole time inside. Speaking of which, as mentioned previously, I think I'd better go get me some cream for my lurgy. 

Skinny-Me

Alex popped round this evening for a bit and as we were chatting in the kitchen he mentioned that Bonnie made a comment earlier in the week regarding how skinny I used to be when I was younger, which made me chuckle because I have never been what you, or anyone under 200 lbs, would call skinny.

Alex said he responded to Bonnie's statement with an 'I wouldn't really know, I never knew Jods back then' (Although he did meet me at the ripe old age of 30).  Bonnie proceeded to show him the picture that I'd posted on my facebook wall, and mistakenly led her to believe I used to be thin:

This is a picture of my little sister and her friend Christina on Sunday - the day they completed the Bluenose 1/2 Marathon in Nova Scotia.  I'd posted it on my Facebook page because I'm so very proud of my baby sister. (Bonnie wasn't the only one to comment on our looks, a few of my friends pointed out how much my sister resembles me).

I never thought for a moment we looked so much alike that someone would mistake her for me, past or present. Yet for the past 27 years I have heard how much she takes after me, the poor wee girl. But it makes me happy, if not a bit sorry for this little girl I was allowed to name, that she has been  cursed with my looks ;)

This picture sits on my window sill in the kitchen.  I can see how much we do look alike in this photo and have mentioned previously on this site that people often comment on how we practically look like twins.  Again, major bonus for me, what with being twelve years older.  Just goes to show how deceiving a picture can be.

I don't have a child of my own flesh that I could spend hours staring at and wondering if he or she looks like me. But I don't really need one anyway, not with having Stacy, who was practically my baby from the start and she's definitely my own little mini-me.  If I'd had a child of my own he or she'd probably be the image of her dad anyway; as my other sister could tell you... 

So there you have it: I have a baby sister who is beautiful, clever and oh-so-fit, and just happens to look like me.  I can't tell you how much I admire this young woman and all  that she has worked for.  She is truly an inspiration. 

Now please excuse me while I go work out.

Lessons in Lorry Driving

We had a relaxing, enjoyable weekend round these parts. Nothing too exciting, just spending time with each other, family and friends.

I managed to 'rescue' the cake by cutting the sponge in half, filling it with raspberry and cream, then topping it with a creamcheese whipped icing and fresh raspberries.  It went down a treat with the family and friends we had over on Sunday.  Oh and Andy polished off most of the cheesecake (which wasn't that brilliant on it's own) all by himself.  

Saturday afternoon I had been up at my mother-in-law's sorting out her dogs and I got home around 2:30, sorry that I had missed Alex, Bonnie and Jayden;  however I was cheerfully surprised when I walked in the living room and saw that the kids had left the baby with us while they ran their errands.  It was so cute to see Jayden and his Grandy cuddled up together.

And the weekend was over much too soon with Andy back on the road bright and early yesterday morning.

Yeah... yesterday.  What a messed up day; it began by my truck getting clipped (and nearly pushed into on coming traffic) by a lorry who was more interested in forcing me to play a game of 'cat and mouse' in my much smaller vehicle.  I was pissed off and shaken up and spent the rest of the day out of sorts, which is just perfect for a Monday don't you think?   I cannot stand drivers who suffer from road rage at the best of times, however when you drive for a living you represent the company you work for and it's reprehensible that you let your need for speed, or rage interfere with your work life.  Especially when your office is a 40 ton vehicle.  But, we all make mistakes at work and I was satisfied when the transport manager informed me that it would be investigated thoroughly and offered their sincere apologies for the bad behaviour of the driver. (He had actually rang in to the office to say he knew he clipped me, but still continued on.)  They will be calling me in a week's time to share the findings of the investigation.  As I said to the manager, I don't want anyone to lose their job, but someone sure needs to recognise that it's people's lives they are messing with when they are out on the road. 

So after a tough day at work I got myself home and took my girl Molly for a walk in the evening sun prior to working out and enjoying a healthy dinner.  

I got a call from Alex later in the evening asking me if I wanted a sleepover with our adorable little man on Friday;  after I consulted my Big Book of Plans and reported that Friday evening was wide open, the deal was done.

So there's my Friday night all planned out :) 

Nanny McAllenby and her little man Jayden. 

How could this face not make you smile? 

Andy isn't sorry

I saw this cake over at Rock Recipes (which can be found here.)

I thought it looked pretty amazing and as my husband is a total cake fiend (especially for cheesecake) I figured that I would give it my best and attempt to make it for his homecoming this weekend.

I had a fantastic day at work yesterday and because I had some time owed made my way home early to get a start on the cake. 

I could have worked out but I didn't; it was prime time to make the cake base and the cheesecake topping;  the cheesecake could set overnight and I would only need to make the whipped icing today. 

Pefectly planned right?  

This morning I did get up and go to the gym; I came home and then walked Molly.  After our walk I had a shower and took my time getting ready to go uptown with Andy as he was tied up on the phone giving someone or other a piece of his mind (I think it was the phone company).

I probably should have moved my ass a little quicker, or perhaps I should have put a sign on the cheesecake in the fridge.  But I didn't think I had to... I'd shown my husband the picture of the cake yesterday when he walked in the door asking what smelt so good.  I figured it was a given that he would leave the cheesecake alone.

That's what I get for thinking.

I couldn't believe it when I saw the rim of the cake pan in the kitchen sink when I came downstairs.  With a racing heart I ran to the fridge and saw that a huge hunk of the cheesecake was gone... and proceeded to lose my rag.

The sad thing?  He wasn't even sorry.  He tried to tell me he was sorry but he couldn't stop the grin on his face or the gleam in his eyes;  he said it was worth it though, as it was scrummy all on it's own. 

I told him I would respect him more if he just admitted that he wasn't sorry, like a certain Joey.

So he did.

Now I just need to figure out if I want to try to salvage it or just ice the cake base.

Three

I have three days left until my husband gets home. He will have been away for 12 Days.  I guess I’d better get used to this because for the next few months it will be the norm. Like it or not. Although the separation is not so easy, our bank balance will be much improved which is definitely a bonus. 

This coming weekend is a long one so I will have three days to spend with Andy, just relaxing and chilling out.  I might plan a dinner and drinks with our close friends but I will see what the feeling is once the weekend is upon us. Either way bring it on; I can’t wait to enjoy a few cold beers in the hottub with my man when he is back.

We definitely know how to relax and unwind when we need to!

Level three of the shred begins tonight.  (I’m technically behind one day but wanted to complete 10 sessions of level two prior to this last more than-slightly-obnoxious level.)  My knees are not my best friend at the moment and I think they are going to loath me with a renewed passion this evening. I’m used to arguing with my body so this is nothing new. 

Although it’s not the third of May, it is the first of May today (just in case you weren’t aware of this) and I’ve been waiting for this month for a variety of reasons (not just it's the month our gorgeous baby sister was born), but namely Andy and I get a free upgrade on our mobiles if we want it.  I thought I was content with the i-phone 3 but in actuality I’m looking forward to upgrading as there are so many apps that aren’t compatible with the three.  I didn’t think I liked the look of the i-phone 4 but it has grown on me and I think I’m ready to move on up and change the colour from black to white. But let’s get back to the topic of why I’m also happy it’s May. 

a)    It’s nearly summer (not that it counts for much in the north of England)

and

b) We only have three months till August and our trip back to Nova Scotia. Something I'm sure Connor will remind us of when he walks through the door on Friday night; it’s usually the first thing he does on his bi-weekly visits.

Brokedown

It’s the only way to describe how I’m feeling today. 

I always find the week of my period hard physically (let’s not even touch on emotionally).   I don’t know why it is that with age seems to come more difficult cycles.  I think because I’ve been doing the shred I’ve come through this cycle relatively ok, meaning I had something else to focus on besides the thought I'm constantly trying to walk through a river of tar;  surprisingly my back hasn't given me too much gyp this time round either.  Working out is a good way to keep strong and motivated, yet this week I have felt more exhausted than I have in a very long time.   My chest hasn’t felt right since my chest infection and although my breathing is reasonably ok, I constantly have a pain in what feels like my right lung.  I'm not sure if this ties in with the shoulder pain that I’m chalking up to the shred (I’m using heavier weights than normal).

And is there such a thing as ovary pain?  Because it sure feels like my left one is trying to force it’s way out through my hip. 

Brokedown I tell you; it’s how I feel.

I’m also not experiencing my usual ‘Friday feeling’;  I normally love Fridays… but because my husband isn’t coming home tonight it just does't feel like the weekend.  After the busy weekend we had last week with celebrating the birth of Jayden this will be quiet one.  In some ways I’m not complaining.  I could use a bit of downtime and at least I don't have to work.  My husband can't say the same.

Molly still has a multitude of skin allergies and last night something was up with her poor little mouth; her lips were all swollen up with what almost looked like blisters.  I gave her an antihistamine which seemed to help as her mouth was much less inflamed this morning;  I will keep a close watch and see how it goes.  I can’t even begin to imagine what’s caused this latest reaction.

I do apologise that this post is a high on the whinge factor, however  I’m cognizant of the fact that I’ve been a bad blogger and need to increase the number of my posts (I want to surpass my total from last year - good luck to me on that).  So there you have it, a whinging post is better than no post at all. 

However I will end my post with this cheerful photo: 

The Great Grandparents :) 

I think I've started something here...

I love the feeling of knowing I've already done my workout in the morning and that after a long day at work the choice is mine if I want to partake in more exercise or just chill out (on top of anything else that life might demand during any given day).  Like today... I can't stop thinking that I don't have to shred tonight, so boo-yah!  Normally I can't stop thinking about having to do the shred.  Either way it seems like I'm always thinking about it one way or another.  Better this I suppose, than constantly thinking about food, although food does come in with a close second.  Working out is hard on the appetite (sorry I'm not telling you something you don't already know).

Some of you may remember that in November 2010 I embarked on the 30 Day Shred with Jillian Michaels.  I stuck to it and with the exception of missing one day due to illness, managed to complete it.  Because I didn't maintain an overly healthy diet, I only lost about three pounds.  What I did lose though, were inches and managed to change my shape.  Which of course didn't last as I didn't stick with a viable work out in the ensuing months.

This time will be different.  I have a few goals to work towards, and although my diet hasn't been quite as good as it should be, I can already feel the effect it's having and I'm only halfway through.  This time around is also different because once I started talking about doing the shred again it encouraged a colleague to borrow my DVD and do it herself in March. Other colleagues over heard our discussions about the workout and now there are at least six of us at work doing it.  My friend Ali and I started on the same day (April 10th) and whenever it's time to switch a level, we do it together.  It's a lot easier to stick with it when  you know you aren't the only one completing the challenge.  Sure, it's enough for me to challenge myself but no way will I be quitting when there are others out there completing it as well.  Besides, it may be tough but it's not that bad.  I'm also trying to get in a bit more cardio after the daily shred, via taking Molly on extended walks or racing with her on my bike but the weather has been very uncooperative.  I'm also hoping that if I can get the shred done before work (like today)  I might also make it to the gym some evenings. What makes this hard is having Andy away and not wanting to leave Molly on her own after being at work all day (her granddad walking her at lunch doesn't make up for this).

I'm also not being so hard on myself if I miss a day.  I'm on day 16 and so far have missed two, both because of unexpected plans.  If I'd done the workout in the morning I wouldn't have missed but I'm not going to beat myself up over it. I'm working out, trying to eat 'sensibly' and incorporating extra cardio in when I can; I also plan to continue on with it at least three times a week for the foreseeable future.  I want to not only be fitter this summer, but a little bit more toned.  Ok, a lot more toned but let's start with this.

He's Here

On Wednesday morning he finally made his appearance: 

Jayden Tyler, weight 6lbs 12oz  

He and his mummy are doing just fine, as is Alex, who seems pretty chilled with it all (so far at least). I still can't get my head around the fact that he is a dad.  It only seems like yesterday when I had to go into his room every night to remove his glasses and turn off his lights/TV after he'd fallen asleep.  

The baby is gorgeous and I'm so looking forward to getting to know him as we watch him grow.  I still can't figure out what on earth this child is going to call me, because I really don't feel old enough to be a Nanny or a Grandma, yet at the same time, I know that is what I'm going to be to this child.  Maybe he will decide for himself, no matter what name I finally decide on. 

The family are all coming around to the house tomorrow to meet him;  I'm so relieved he is finally here, safe and sound.  

Distracted

Thought I'd better write a post today as it's been ages since the last time I had something to say;  well that's not exactly true...  I've had lots to say (when don't I?), however it's been crazy at work and by the time I get home I'm not really in a mood to be on line, other than surfing the next via my i-phone.

Here's what's been going on at Casa Del McAllenby (in brief form):

• We had a quiet Easter, which was nice - although I used it as an excuse to eat way too much chocolate.
• We managed to book our flights to Canada (not sure if I've already mentioned this) in August and got a fair price which is great, especially since we are flying with Air Canada and not the usual summer charter.
• I've started the 30 Day Shred again.  Today will be the 7th day and so far so good, my eating is even under control (more or less).
• Andy has started working away for two weeks at a time and it's an adjustment getting used to him being gone for so long.  This weekend was particularly strange because my friend Emily turned 40 and we threw a party for her at the house; it seemed so odd not having Andy there, but at the same time it gave me something to do to pass what would otherwise be a quiet and long weekend without him.
• I've not been sleeping particularly well.  It started about two weeks ago when Andy began going away for extended periods, although I'm not completely sure this is the reason my sleep has been broken.  I can tell you that last night I didn't sleep much at all past 3:30 am because I got the exciting call that Bonnie's water has broken and it looks like the baby will be coming today, or tomorrow at the latest.  

It's hard to focus on much else to be honest!

You didn't need to cut me off...

Most of the friendships I have made throughout life’s journey have been pretty amazing. I have been extremely blessed to have met so many good people who have remained my friend, despite the fact that we are often thousands of miles apart. And now that I live in the UK I have met and become very close to some very special people. So much so that the thought of moving back to Canada is hard to think about at times, even though I know deep down that that is where my heart still remains. (I’m sure I’ve mentioned it more than once on this blog.)

Tasha (my step-daughter) has been talking to me quite a bit recently about a friendship she has that seems to be breaking down and how she’s not so sure she wants to work at keeping it afloat; I understand where she is coming from. Friendships shouldn’t have to be hard work, however like any relationship they don’t come without a modicum of effort. It’s down to us how much effort we are willing to expend for different people. I have had many types of friendships i.e. work related, casual and very intimate. I often only manage to see or talk to the majority of my friends rarely yet when I do reconnect with most of them, it’s like we were never apart; to me this is what constitutes real friendship. What does niggle me about the odd friendship or two though, is when it seems to always be one person that has to make the effort. I tend to give up on those friendships after awhile, once I’ve determined exactly how long it takes for said friend to actually re-engage. So we drift; it's sad but unfortunately it happens.

I’ve been fairly lucky though when it comes to 'the staying in touch aspect' of friendship. I’d like to think it’s been an even playing field for the most part, yet sometimes I know I’m the one who is guilty of not making a phone call or sending a text just to say hello.

I’ve also had friendships that I thought were long over, that had fallen (or been pushed) off a cliff never to be recovered, only to find out after a few years that it had landed on a ledge and was going to be saved. Those friendships have been hard to climb back into, especially when years had passed and momentous events had taken place in both our lives. I don’t think they have ever quite gotten back to the comfortable, easy place they’d been initially, which is understandable in one way considering the miles that separate us; anyone would understand that building bridges aren’t so easy from opposite sides of the Atlantic ocean.

I have one friend though who I had been incredibly close to since the age of 15 and our friendship ended abruptly 11 years after it began. To this day (10 years on) I still don’t know why. She’d stopped talking to me once before over a guy (I won’t go into the reasons, this post is long enough), however once she decided she was no longer angry at me I let her come back because I missed her.  However I informed her that I wouldn’t be able to go through something like that again. And I meant it, because when she tried to make contact about five years ago I couldn’t bring myself to go down that road again. It’s different when you have a falling out with someone and actually know why a friendship ends, but when you are cut off, with no explanation as to why, well that’s a hard one to get over. No break up with a man has ever caused me so much grief. I was left in limbo with no clue to as to what I’d done. When I’ve done something wrong I often fess up and can admit it, even if I’m not sorry. I honestly couldn’t find any memory (and still can’t) of what I could have done to upset her in such a way that she wanted nothing to do with me again. I only have a vague suspicion, a reason I grasped at that might possibly explain her actions, but who really knows except her? I know this happens in many relationships, though mainly between couples who are involved romantically. And trust me, I’ve had a few difficult break-ups with men, yet they were only in my life for a short time compared to this friend. It took me a long time to get past it and I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten over it. I think if she’d tried to reconnect sooner I might have been able to consider the possibility but not since moving overseas and starting a whole new life; one that she really has no place in anymore.

So when I hear Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye, a song that I adore, it makes me think of her and not an old boyfriend. And although I love the song, it makes me sad that it reminds me of her.

This verse especially brings so much back:

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know.

Friendships: they can be as risky as any relationship yet worth the risk and effort of letting someone new into your life, especially when they turn out to be life-long. Some are definitely easier to get over then others when they end, yet one might come along that doesn’t work out and you will spend your life trying to forget it. You can chuck someone out of your life but forgetting them is easier said than done.

The Right Price

It's been a frustrating couple of weeks.  Finally, after getting some antibiotics I'm starting to feel somewhat normal again and will be getting myself back to the gym this weekend.  However just as I'm getting myself sorted, Andy has caught a raging cold.  He doesn't even have the luxury of being home and now has to travel 4+ hours back from Reading today. 

Another annoying occurrence is that there is talk of a strike here in relation to fuel and at the moment people are panic-buying (not me); as a result a few of the petrol stations have jacked up the price.  The station I pass every morning was advertising regular unleaded at £1.42.  Is that steep enough for you?  Because I bet by tomorrow it will have gone up by another pence or two, just in case there are those of you who don't think it's pricey enough.

As you know we are going back to Nova Scotia this summer and bringing three of our closest friends with us. We had sussed out plane tickets and were planning on purchasing them this weekend.  Then prices went through the roof and my heart was momentarily skipping beats (even though I knew deep down that prices often fluctuate and would likely come down again).  Which they have - phew. 

The price of flights was causing me a bit more concern though, particularly this week because I've been enjoying making plans with my sister Tawny to spend a few nights away at a beach house while we are all together in Nova Scotia yet the worry of getting the flights sorted was always at the back of my mind. We looked at various types of gorgeous beach property, but what we (she) found seems absolutely perfect... a six bedroom house in Lunenburg overlooking the bay, at a very fair price. 

It's actually fantastic and we are all super excited about it.  I don't need to say anymore about it, as my sister covered my feelings exactly when she wrote about it here.  (I know that at least two out of three of you who pop in here, also read her blog too). Because we haven't booked yet due to fluctuating prices, the owner has agreed to hold it until we have our tickets (which will hopefully be this weekend).

Andy and I have been doing a bit of 'spring cleaning', getting the house painted and sorted (we did the bathrooms a few weeks ago).  On Wednesday we had someone in to paint the hall stairs, landing and kitchen and just seeing how 'fresh' it all looks when I walk in makes me smile.  It's funny what a coat of paint can do.  Now we just need to get the flooring in the kitchen sorted out.  We do have a few more rooms to paint but we can take our time and do it one room at a time over the next few months.

The sun has been shining here all week and with the daffodils and pink blossoms on the trees out in full bloom, I can't help but feel bright and optimistic.  If the fuel does get rationed I won't mind hopping on a bike to come to work every day (it's something I'm thinking of doing anyway, once I actually get a bike that is.)

When my lungs let me down...

I have been feeling rubbish for almost a week now.  I fought it really hard last week and continued to get dressed every day and go to work;  even this past weekend I didn't slow down, despite my my body telling me to (I normally give in to it and listen).  I proceeded to make the chocolate Guinness cupcakes (24 of them) on St Paddy's day, as well as a lemon butter cake and fudge.  The cupcakes were amazing, the lemon cake was a success (or so I'm told, I haven't eaten any of it) and the fudge was an epic fail, even though Andy won't let me throw it out.  I ended up giving most of my baking away, and only indulged in two cupcakes throughout the weekend.  Naughty I know, but since my appetite hasn't been the best (a true sign that I'm not feeling myself - I normally have a ridiculous appetite) I'm not experiencing any guilt.  Besides, those little monsters that I slathered with a cream cheese icing, were worth indulging in.

Anyway, I didn't take my inhalers the way I should have, from the moment I felt sick and today I have ended up staying home from work.  My head has pretty much cleared up and the sort throat is gone, but my chest is so tight it hurts to just breath and I get as winded as an 80 year old woman by just walking around or talking.  Seriously.  I hadn't coughed once today (as opposed to numerous times yesterday) until Andy rang and as soon as I started talking, I started coughing... it drives me nuts. However I know if I don't rest, I run the risk of getting much worse and that's the last thing I want. I want to get this sorted so I can get back to being my healthy self. 

Molly seems happy to have me home; it's sunny and warm so I've left the back door open for her to come in and out of at her leisure; she loves soaking up the sun.  She does however keep looking at me hopefully, which I know means 'are you ever going to take me for a walk?' so I will likely end up going for a slow jaunt up the path. Just because I'm not feeling top notch is no excuse to neglect my girl.   I'm also taking advantage of not being able to do much by catching up on emails and the blogs that I love to read.

This afternoon I will indulge in a few of the shows I have recorded and most likely have a nap.  Andy is away tonight so it will be a quiet day, just me and Molly. 

I have to admit I'm really looking forward to the time change this coming weekend.  I'm so ready for spring and all it brings with it, especially the longer nights.

My sister-in-law and are talking about running a 5k (or possibly a 10k) this spring/summer, however I'm a bit behind in training due to falling ill, etc., so realistically I'm going to aim for the 5k Race for Life this June.  (I don't think there will ever be a half marathon in my future, unlike my brilliant, determined sisters.  I'm just not a real 'runner').  As Andy is going to be working away for two weeks at a time after Easter, I will have lots of spare time to hit the pavement with Molly and start building up my endurance again.

The Red-Nosed Blogger

I don’t know if I picked it up in London travelling on the underground, or if was passed to me from one of the numerous people in my life who have been ill, but yesterday I woke up feeling like I had been run over by a mac truck. I figured it was coming my way as I had a tickle in my throat all Wednesday and throughout most of the night. Still, I persevered and went to work both Thursday and today. My manager is sick with the same illness, although he must have the more severe version (Man Flu) as he never made it in to the office (he admitted to having the man-flu strain this morning when he realised that I was at work and he wasn’t).

Andy suggested that I stay home this morning but I honestly feel better today than I did yesterday (many people kept asking me if I was ok and Andy bluntly told me I looked like sh*t last evening), however with the help of throat lozenges, Lucozade and Ibuprofen, I’m holding my own. I’m not even whinging about it, other than to comment that my nose is getting sore from the constant sneezing, sniffling and nose blowing; something my colleagues unfortunately have to contend with.

I’m hoping to feel much better by tomorrow as I want to do some baking – Guinness Cupcakes in honour of St Paddy’s Day and home-made bread, something I’ve never tackled before.

Alex and Bonnie came over on Wednesday night and I encouraged them to not give me a hug as they left, as the last thing Bonnie needs at this stage is a rotten cold; they asked if I would be cooking on Sunday (the shame of it! It’s Mother’s Day); although truth be told I’d love to cook a meal and have the kids around so fingers crossed I perk up. I mentioned to the both of them that I’m looking forward to a pleasant day this year (*cough *cough). How things have changed for the better for the two of them and I’m hopeful that they stay settled and happy when they become a family of three.

We only have a month to go before Andy becomes Grandy and I become… well I’m not quite sure what I’m to be called; but a Nana all the same. Bonnie is doing well considering it’s not been the easiest or most straight forward of pregnancies but she is near the end now. And apparently the baby is going to be large. They popped in on Sunday (what a glorious day it was) after attending a christening and looked so sweet in their ‘Sunday Best’ I couldn’t help but snap a photo:

All dressed up for a christening.

Before I sign off, I’m wishing you all a cheerful St Paddy’s Day and hope you have your fair share of Irish drinks; to those of you in the UK who are mother’s I hope you have a lovely day filled with laughter and joy and maybe more than one glass of wine.

Full On Fun...

It's hard to tell from this picture, but we were less than 40 feet away; and it was absolutely amazing. 

The only real issue I had was the 2nd opening act, The Horrors (the first act, Theme Park, were pretty good). I thought the Horrors were just what their named entailed. Awful noise. So horrible in fact that if you put me in an interrogation room and pumped this music through the speakers I would cave within five minutes. 

Oh, and I can't forget the silly girl in front of me who kept leaning back on me;  Look, I know she was probably disappointed because her boyfriend never managed to find her after he left the area, yet don't try and use me as his replacement. I know I'm tall and my chest is much softer and more welcoming but not without my permission, thanks.  After putting up with this for at least three songs in which my elbow in her back was having little effect as a deterrent, I physically manhandled her off of me and told her to stop using me as her leaning post.  A few dirty looks later and she and her friend left.  Fine by me, I could finally give Florence my full attention. 

Saturday we arrived home  after two nights in London but weren't able to chill out as all the kids turned up.  As Andy's sister and her family were up for the weekend, it was a full house. Needless to say, after I got Daisy to sleep for the night (her parents were out at a party), I wasn't long in following her. 

I was only too pleased to wake up after a good night's rest to have a few hours on my own with this adorable little munchkin: 

(Playing in the park with my little monkey)

It's certainly no hardship waking up on a bright Sunday morning to her gorgeous little grin. 

Although he could give me more backrubs...

There have been a lot of conversations recently amongst my friends and colleagues regarding the amount of work they have to do around the house. Alone, without help from their husbands despite the fact that both work full time.  Some have said their husbands might hoover up or perhaps help clean up after dinner, if asked (this isn't counting those that have children to take care of).

Me?  I basically only have to cook and tidy up after each meal;  unless of course we are having a dinner party and then my husband has it covered.  He often leaves me to sit and drink wine with our company while he does the clean up.  (I cannot stand leaving it till the morning, yet if I do leave it and Andy makes it downstairs before me it's not often I come down to a still messy kitchen... I think this has happened only once or twice since we moved in to our current house and started entertaining.)

Now don't think I'm a layabout, because although I could have a degree in taking it easy, I do my share, especially in the kitchen and bathrooms.  And since we got the Dyson Hoover I vacuum a lot more so I'd say it's pretty even between us on this front.  Laundry?  Well Andy has me beat on this one; he does WAY more than me.  And he dusts.  I might dust once for ever three times he has a turn.  If I have to stay on top of the bathrooms I really don't think I have much to complain about.  I do wipe down the skirting boards and doors quite frequently though - I have no idea how these still get so dirty when it's just two of us and Molly residing in the house most of the time.  Yet, this is something I've seen him do as well.  I know, right? He also also works a full time job, an excuse that many husbands use (despite their partners working full time as well). 

Andy does his own ironing, and sometimes mine. He does all the outside yard work, including watering plants etc. Oh, and I haven't cleaned a car since 2003.

The only thing I really ever have to 'get after' him for is keeping the spare room tidy (this is where he keeps his clothes), however since he's moved a few things around at my request, the spare guest room is now wardrobe free and I don't think we will have an issue anymore. 

Oh and the kids?  Well he's a pretty stellar dad as well; I think I love him best of all for the relationship he has always encouraged between me and his kids; there has never been an issue of my 'not being their mother'; we are a family unit when we are together and I have never been made to feel an outsider by him or his boys (and now, his daughter can happily be included in this ratio :)

(I can't believe how much they have grown - this was taken in 2005)

My mother has often told me how amazing she thinks my man is, for all that he does.   I can't disagree, not one iota. 

And I won't be trading him in. 

That top on your convertible? 'Raise it Up'

The days are finally getting longer and lately the sun has been shining a fair bit; throw in temperatures that reach the mid-teens and you have a much more chilled me.  I love being able to take Molly out for a long walk after work and on days like yesterday I can even manage to coerce myself into jogging and actually enjoy it.  I find I'm more motivated when the days are longer and the days brighter.  I'm not the only one who shares this sentiment, I know.  But the over zealousness of some people for the fine weather? Those who start wearing shorts or worse, no shirts when walking down the street in 10 degree weather.  Get a grip people, just because you dress like it's summer and will it with all your heart, it's still a few months away. 

This morning driving to work it was 4 degrees and although it is bound to get warmer as the day goes on, it's not warm enough to have your roof down in your convertible like the woman I drove past this morning.  Really?  What are these people trying to prove?  Yet maybe I'm being too judgemental.  Perhaps she originally comes from Siberia and thinks that 4 degrees is a comfortable temperature to have your hair blowing in the breeze while driving to work on a sunny Friday morning.  One never knows the logic of another person.

I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend;  especially because next weekend is not going go be a quiet one.  Not when this is on the agenda:

I mentioned to Andy earlier this week that he doesn't appear to be as 'excited' as I am. His answer was 'when do I ever really show my excitement?', to which I listed off a number of past events that he has previously shown eagerness for.  His reply to this was 'Well I guess she's just not really my cup tea'.  Ummmmm.... I didn't really have an answer for this other than 'drink up' because he is the person that turned me on to Florence in the first place.  I must have just imagined that he looked a tiny bit envious when I mentioned that Jayne had two tickets and offered me one.  Then her partner managed to score an extra two, so it's now a party of four :) I have not attended very many concerts in my life.  I can probably count them on one hand (with the exception of outdoor venues).  This is big for me.  I cannot wait; Especially since it's on my mom's birthday and You've Got The Love turned out to be a theme song of sorts when she was undergoing her surgery and treatment in 2010. How will I not be able to think about my mom and sisters when I hear that song, as well as The Dog Days are Over. (I know she has a new album but these songs are just so meaningful.)

I don't think the weekend in London is gearing up to be an inexpensive one (when is it ever?) but since we are saving money on our digs, I don't mind so much because this is going to be an experience.  My husband can call it my late birthday present if he will, and we can wait to make a few more changes in the house, or put off buying our tickets back home (not really).   This is Florence and the Machine, at Alexandra Palace in London people.  Call me lame, but I'm a small town Nova Scotian girl.  This is big for me; and no matter what he thinks, I'm so thrilled my husband and I are going to have another short break away in LondonTown again and that he will be there with me, if only to poke fun of my joy or stand still beside me as I shake my arse to the sound that is Florence and the Machine. 

Oceanic It Is

Last weekend I painted my first room. Ever.   Well when I say room, it was only the main bathroom which is only about 6ftx5ft; and when I say painted, I mean I slapped on two coats rather quickly and did the skirting boards and door. But still, it qualifies as a room. I didn't do a bad job, at least not on the walls;  Although Andy did have to re-paint one side of the bathroom door as that was (apparently) rather haphazard.  The next morning Andy had to finish the 'cutting-in' up around the ceiling as I had run out of patience and just couldn't be bothered to take the time to do it right.  I was annoyed because we didn't have the right type of brush and I was ready to move on to other things.  I'm ok when it comes to starting projects but have to really push myself to finish.  I suppose I don't need to though, not when I have a husband that will pick up where I leave off just because he's good like that. Oh, and in fairness to myself most paint really sets off my asthma and I often can't be in a house, never mind a room, that is covered with wet paint so despite a slight tightness in the chest, I think I did ok.

We have been wanting to redecorate the bathrooms since we moved in but something always got in the way of the project. We managed to get the two upstairs loo's done this weekend and it didn't come a moment too soon.

I spent a lot of time in the bathtub before the renovations. I know it's only going to get worse now that I have an aesthetically pleasing place in which to soak in the bath, drink my wine and read a book.  Oh, and make necessary phone calls :)

I wish I could show you before pictures however there was no way I was going to post a picture of a bathroom with carpets... seriously, who does that? So we finally replaced the horrid green carpet (yes, you are hearing this correctly) with new flooring and painted the cream walls a colour that is aptly named 'water'.  At first I was a bit worried that it was going to be too garish, especially when Connor and Cameron came in while I was applying the second coat and Cameron stated that it was very 'oceanic'. Yet it works, especially with the white tile:

(Not the clearest picture but I think you can get the idea)

I popped out on Saturday afternoon to buy a light fixture;  I took the photo at night for 'effect' but even in the daylight it matches brilliantly with the room and I really love it.

Eventually we are going to get to the kitchen but for now I'm just going to enjoy the calming affect of my new bathrooms as I daydream about the two holidays we have planned that will hopefully involve a lot of time spent on the beach.