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She was a young woman recently moved from small town New Brunswick to Ontario in search of work.
He was rural Ontario boy working to buy gas for his Dodge Demon.
It was love at first sight so the story goes and the rest is history.
Happy 37th Anniversary Mom and Dad!
I love you.
My friend Teresa was in this dragonboat race raising money for The United Way. I couldn’t support her financially but I could go out and watch the races so I did. It looked like a lot of fun and she said it was. They won C champs.
Can you see her? She’s in the white boat second from the back on the opposite side. Don’t worry, I couldn’t really see her either.
I had brought the boy with me thinking he would like it. He likes boats and loves water so win-win. He threw up on himself within 15 minutes of us being there. must have been all the love for the boats and water He sat through two races before attempting to bounce himself stroller and all into the bay. that was about when I figured he’d had enough and we left to get some shopping done.
On the way home we hit a yard sale and I found this vintage pitcher. Isn’t it pretty? I immediately fell in love with it. I wanted to use it right away so I whipped up a batch of lemonade and somehow managed to sit long enough to finish a glass of it. Very tasty
I don’t know what it is about this kid that makes me want to constantly buy stuff for him but at least this time I had a good excuse, his birthday is in a week and he needs a new trike.
I hadn’t realized he had gotten to the stage where I can no longer buy stuff that I intend to hide when I get home and give to him at a later date. oh, yes he remembers but thankfully he is still easily distracted “what bike? hey wanna go see what daddy and uncle are doing out back?” Hehehehe
meanwhile, daddy and uncle (pictured) are cutting down trees for us to have heat this winter.
and because the boy didn’t like the noise from the chainsaws he would crouch behind me, stick his head between my knees and squeeze my legs to his ears to block out the noise.
I start jogging tomorrow.
One of the best things in life is that you never know how it will turn out. sure you can plan and educate and steer yourself to where you’d like to end up but how many of us really and truly get everything they’ve always wanted? It is the quintessential mystery. The ultimate surprise. That being said it can also be one of the worst.things.ever.
My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer today. For the second time in her life.
How it is even remotely fair that she’d have to go through the pain and uncertainty cancer brings once but twice now?
I can’t fathom what goes through your head when you are told you have been diagnosed with cancer. I can imagine it would be like an old movie with images of your life so far and blurry glimpses into an uncertain future. Thoughts about the people most important to you and the ones you haven’t met yet. And the ever present question Why?
I have my own questions Why? Why her? Why now? Why ever? I will probably never know the answers and she might not either. chalk them up to more of life’s unanswerable questions and unrelenting uncertainty.
The only thing I can be sure of right now is that life will continue. You shuffle the cards life is throwing at you and deal. You plan parties for 3-year-olds and baby showers. You celebrate first anniversaries and the excitement of a new baby. You keep moving forward and you deal.
Life might be uncertain but I am not. We will get through this together.
First the weird….
(I swear the I could hear the deer wondering WTH)
Second the wonderful, which may or not be weird to you but I heart VW vans…
…especially VW vans driven by a guy who may or may not have been extremely high and looking bizarrely like “the Dude”
This weekend marked the 110th and possibly last annual Mohawk Fair. 110? seriously? and I think I’ve only missed two maybe three out of my 32 years of existence. That’s kind of impressive.
This year I decided to enter some of my recent crafty goodness to be judged and voted upon and I WON! cool. I have no idea who placed first in either category that I submitted entries to because I was blinded by the shiny 2nd and 3rd place stickers on my stuff and probably cause I’m a little shallow.
There was a note on this one that says “Needs more quilting in centre of blocks. Corners are not all square” …..um…if you don’t like it why are you giving me a prize? I don’t take criticism well. actually that’s not entirely true but generally I take it more effectively if I’m asking for it and I wasn’t asking for it…and yes I realise the hypocrisy because I was submitting it to be “judged”. regardless it doesn’t at all matter because I am happy with it and I think I am too contemporary for them. next time if there is a next time I will submit something more fitting to their idea of what “a quilt should be” and it will be awesome.
Also, the boy likes ferris wheels apparently.great
This morning I completed my first mini quilt. I used a rough stitch applique which I have become very fond of lately. It leaves strings and looks kinda incomplete similar to how I feel most days.it is a depiction of the Creation story; Sky Woman and the Great Turtle…google it.
Technically it would have been done two days ago but I screwed up the binding so I had to rip it off and start it again which is seriously annoying. And because I hate having to do things over it causes me to procrastinate. Yesterday though I used my powers of procrastination for good instead of evil and repurposed the bottom shelf of my bookcase. The space is now all about the craft…
And my awesome old skool Strawberry Shortcake lunchbox which had previously just sat there looking cute but collecting dust has now been ordained as the holder of all things thread-ish and spooled.
And I now have a space for completed or almost completed projects. Nice.
What other excuse is there for once again bringing this very adorable huge pain of a child with us to the drive in.
Yes I could have gone to the theater but the friend I was to go with had to work late. So much for plan A. Moving on.
Next up: letting him run and run and run which hopefully would result in tiring him out. It worked beautifully until the husband noticed and asked why the boy was soaking wet? I could have died happy without ever having learned the answer to that or having to clean the resulting mess. But seeing the husband covered in poop, gagging and freaking out never gets old for me seriously its happened enough times. Moving on…
Long story short I have learned my lesson and until the boy is old enough to enjoy the drive-in without driving us insane he stays home... or at least until I don’t have a babysitter again.
This is the blanket the boy and I collaborated on for the person at daycare who is leaving soon.
She was integral during my transition from home babysitting to daycare for the boy. She was my go-to lady for info. She was my boy’s substitute grandma (even though she’s way too young to have grandbabies yet). She was the reason I knew I made the right decision in daycare placement for my boy and now she’s leaving. I knew I had to make something for her to remember us by the minute she told me okay it was right after the shock wore off.
It was rather difficult trying to figure out what I could possibly make with a 2-year-old’s help but I think these turned out quite well.
I didn’t want to use just a plain backing and this old sheet, which I had used part of on another quilt top seemed perfectly matched. The green matched both the surrounding tree fabric and the leafy green in the backing
And I used this tree fabric which I love for the border and the middle block. Used a simple stitch following the main lines and called it complete.
I like it and I hope she does too.