Monthly Archives: December 2013

2013 – Let’s Review The Highlights Reel


Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past.  Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go. 

~Brooks Atkinson

2013 was another big year for me and mine some bad but lots more good. Shall we take a stroll down memory lane?

  • The year started with me still in a cast, that kind of sucked and my toes were cold ALL the time.
  • Gil took me to White Point to celebrate my 38th birthday.


  • My brother Mike left on the HMCS Toronto for a VERY long deployment. That sucked too.
  • The Pope resigned but it turned out for the best because we got an AWESOME new one.
  • In March I started running again…. briefly.
  • We lost my sweet Grammy and the whole world became a less good place.
  • My fellow geeks banded together to celebrate SZJ IX.  Dang, 9 years of awesome.


  • Aimee and I went hunting… maple syrup.


  • I got a bike and even learned to ride it… mostly.


  • In May I ran my first 5k. I came in last and enjoyed every moment of it.


  • My god son Logan was born! YAY! To solidify this year of the boy he was shortly followed by his second cousins Oliver and Seumas. I love them all.
  • I got my inner lady bits lasered out. Yeah, that’s TMI


  • I quit Maxwell Paper, and this time I meant it.
  • In June I ran the Sole Sisters 5K with two amazing women.


  • I started at NSPI and despite some extensive bitching I still think it was a good move.
  • I had one of the best weekends of my life with Aimee and Bonita and discovered I am a savant at drunken dart playing.
  • July brought the epic, hot, insane feat of Mud Hero with Gil and Terry. It was…. crazy.


  • Our household increased by one as my nephew Kian came to stay for a weekend and never left.  we actually really like having him, it give us someone to blame stuff on!
  • We went to the best wedding when Dave and David FINALLY got married.


  • My Brother Mike came home for deployment and I was able to finally able to take a break from worrying about him.


  • August was a busy month but we managed to find a weekend to head up to Cap Pele to have a long over due visit with my sister in law Amy, my nephew Eric and his lovely girlfriend Alisha.


  • We went to PEI for a dodgeball tournament and had an amazing time with our dodge-peeps.
  • We lost Grampy at the venerable age of 96.
  • We entered September covered in paint, caulk and channeling Mike Holmes as we undertook our bathroom renovation.


  • I saw my life flash before my eyes while we were Tidal Bore rafting with Clint, Shelly and Selena.


  • I fulfilled a dream in October by participating in the Run For The Cure. I was so proud of myself.
  • Gil and I celebrated 7 years of straight up marital bliss.
  • We had a provincial election and I was exceedingly proud of my friend Brendan Maguire who won the seat in his riding Halifax Atlantic.
  • Aimee and I went on the best road trip, epic BFFFE weekend to “the cottage”. It was cold but we channeled our inner pioneer and kicked the cold in the ass.


  • I got to go see Reba in concert, live. She was amazing.
  • I got to have THE BEST DAY EVER! An anniversary gift from my husband of a day to do what ever I want. It was amazing.


  • I became Godmother to the sweetest little boy in the world


  • December has been lost to winter storms and boy have there been a lot of them, it’s a good thing I am so fond of my co-workers
  • we did manager to fit in a nice visit with Craig and Heather, it was great to see them as well as a large portion of our A.C crew.
  • I became a film star… stay tuned for details.
  • My sweet Baboo turned 42 and suddenly seemed to have all the answer to … life, the universe and everything!

So you can see it was a full year. I made some great new friends and some great memories. Thank you to everyone who helped make 2013 a success, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get up to in 2014!


Happy 42nd Birthday To My Hot Piece Of Man Meat!


On this day in nineteen hundred and seventy one an amazing miracle happened. A little tiny boy was born in Florida with a head full of black hair. That tiny little southern born sweetie would grow up to be my sweet, kind, thoughtful, sexy husband.

In honour of this most auspicious day I have compiled a list of 42 reasons why this man is the love of my life.

  1. He has introduced me to some of the best books and authors I have ever read.
  2. He is a very loyal guy! Ask him why there is no good coffee in Dartmouth 😉
  3. His total fanatic love of all things dodgeball.
  4. He drives over the bridge to take me to work almost every day, without complaint, so we can spend time together.
  5. He picks me up almost every evening at the ferry terminal because I hate the bus.
  6. He has never watched an episode of Supernatural without me.
  7. He makes the best scrambled eggs ever.
  8. He refers to ketchup at Philistine Sauce.
  9. He teaches me something new every day.
  10. He never says no to a friend in need.
  11. He is a loud, proud geek.
  12. He is a REALLY good DM.
  13. Bronies. ‘Nuff said.
  14. He has an addiction to tshirts.  As addictions go that’s pretty cool.
  15. He enjoys a shopping trip to Michael’s.
  16. He is crafty, in an arts and crafts kind of way.
  17. As far as food goes he will pretty much try anything once.
  18. He is great with little kids. Patient, kind and still firm. He says babies taste best with BBQ sauce.
  19. When I turned 38 last year he reminded me that I had now turned 19 twice. Thanks for that baby.
  20. Those big brown eyes. I melt!
  21. He has a good sense of humor which is why he won’t mind me reminding him that he has now turned 21 twice.
  22. He does individual voices for each of our pets, except Garcia who is willfully mute.
  23. The reason Garcia is mute is because he knows it will sound like Lulu which will make me cry.
  24. He will do pretty much anything to prevent me from crying.
  25. He will always take the time to help me with tech support for my computer.
  26. He has very good manners.
  27. He is surprisingly unshaken by the words “Look at this, it is SO gross!”.
  28. If there is something really nasty in the fridge he will green bin it.
  29. He loves Rush and he doesn’t care who knows it!
  30. He has assured me, as early as today, that he would never make the decision to move out west and tell me about it as an after thought with an additional “you can come. If you want.”
  31. His usual reaction to the constant state of chaos in our home is “meh!”.
  32. He shovels.
  33. He loves lame jokes. What do a cat on a beach and Christmas have in common? Sandy Claws!
  34. He never complains when I punch him to turn over when he is snoring.
  35. He listens very patiently when I am griping and hardly ever wears a tool belt.
  36. He is a gourmet cooking in an office kitchenette with a microwave.
  37. He is very good at applying Polysporin and band-aids. He gets a lot of practice in our home.
  38. He is looks good covered in house paint.
  39. He insists that paisley is a colour.
  40. He got up and danced with the belly dancer in a room full of his friends.
  41. He doesn’t mind when I objectify him and call him MAN MEAT.
  42. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life and I love him more than anything.


Sixteen Days


Holy poop! Where did this year go?! In twenty days I will be 39!! Am I ready for this?  Well it doesn’t matter if I am, it’s going to happen, I might as well run head long into it, balls to the wall!

It has been so busy the past few weeks that I haven’t really had any time to sit down and write much. Work is good but hectic and the social calendar is heating up this close to the holidays.  That is what happens when you try and cram Gil’s birthday, Christmas, New Years and my birthday into the space of two weeks. Exhaustion!

But I’m not complaining I am surrounded by friends and family and love, life sure could be a lot worse.


For the spirit of Christmas fulfils the greatest hunger of mankind. ~Loring A. Schuler


During lots of periods of the year we make commitments or goals, like New Years resolutions or Lenten fasts. This year I decided that I wanted to commit to something for the Advent season. It is easy to lose sight of the meaning of Christmas in all the clash and crash and cash of the holiday season.  It is easy to get caught up and frustrated, pissed off at the lineups and shoving shoppers in the quest for that perfect piece of plastic that will show people how much we love them.  What is lost is a message that annunciation to the shepherds that said “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men”. Now you know that I am not one to stand up on my pulpit and quote scripture, that is really not my style, but there are a few nuggets from the good book that I think we can agree are still applicable in 2013 and I hope that peace and good will are on that list.

For my part I am making a concerted effort to live peace and good will this advent season. I am looking for may compassion, I am trying to actively practice empathy. In my home, with my co-corkers, with my customers, with the dude cutting me off in traffic or the rude shopper in the mall. It is not always an easy undertaking but I think it is one that is worth sticking with. I wish you peace, love and joy.

A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short. ~Andre Maurois


My husband and I have something very special between us, it keeps up going when times are difficult. We have a magic cure that helps us through long work days, medical woes, aging parents, aging ourselves, bills, pets, teenagers, housework…. the whole lot. If you want I will share this secret with you but you have to promise you won’t go blabbing it around. Okay, I won’t keep you waiting the magic is this… My husband and I really like each other. We take joy in each others company, we make each other laugh, we learn from each other, we care about making each other happy and fulfilled. When we get very busy with work and dodgeball and our social lives we start to really miss each other, we may see each other every day but that doesn’t mean we get to really connect. We have been SO busy lately, nether of us have had any time to properly relax, rest or just enjoy a quiet meal together. We know that the coming weeks are going to be very hectic packed with holiday preparations, festivities and our birthdays, all of which is very fun but also really exhausting so we decided to do something proactive about it and so we declared Sunday December 8th PAJAMA DAY!


We made a pact to stay in all day, in our pj’s and just BE.  No muss, no fuss, just a day in our home, together. I am happy to tell you it was a rousing success! There was some cleaning, some general faffing about, some video game playing, some very yummy cooking and even a nap. We sat down together at the dining room table and ate dinner, we did the dishes together. It was pretty much a perfect day. We have enjoyed it so much in fact that we have decided to make it a regular part of our schedule.  We are going to pick one Sunday a month and declare it PJ day. No plans with anyone else, no errands, no role playing marathons, no company, just one quiet day hanging out together. Yessir, that’s how we roll!

Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson


I was out doing some errands today with my home girl Maimai when something a little weird happened. At first it struck me as odd but as I ruminated over it through the course of the day it began to really bother me.  It went down like this…

Mai and I were walking to the Dollar Store to procure a Christmas tree angel for me to mutilate. We were approaching the door when a young woman approached from the opposite direction, she was a tough looking girl in her late teens or early twenties with a bit of a “don’t mess with me” scowl on her face.  I reached the door before she did and so I did something I always do no matter who I am with ,I held the door open.  The girl stopped and looked at me with an almost combative glower on her face which was very swiftly replaced with confusion, she genuinely seemed to have no idea why I was holding that door open. I gestured, with patience, that I was holding it open for her to walk through and she proceeded but warily. I continued to hold it for Maimai and the man who came behind her. I got on with me shopping errand with out much more thought of the girl however as the day progressed I kept seeing her face, that flash of anger and confusion. Is is possible that in this girls life no one has shown her the basic courtesy of holding a door open? We can’t ignore basic human niceties, we can’t have manners become the exception rather than the rule.  I don’t want manners to be considered old fashioned or fussy.  I want people to be good to each other no matter what, it shouldn’t have anything to do with age or familiarity or social strata.  I am going to make it my goal to be more aware of these things, to make common courtesy cool, to be mindful of how I interact with the world around me.