Last night I had a very entertaining dream. I was me in an alternate universe. I had the freckles I always wanted, and my hair had grown to my waist. I sat in my open concept, farmhouse-inspired city home and wrote the most eloquent blog. I woke up wondering how to make the blog topic even more sweet in the light of a real day for all of you out there. But in the midst of wiping my kids snotty noses and setting up breakfast, taking down breakfast, crafts for the kidlets (as we call our kids sometimes for no…
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“When you gonna love you as much as I do?” Winter, Tori Amos. Sitting in my room and listening to Tori Amos makes me reflect on 13-year-old me that discovered her. Her video being featured on late night MuchMusic may have changed my life. Through my tough teenage years I fled to my room. I filled it with things that I loved, including a ton of books and a bottom dresser drawer full of music magazines. Details, Rolling Stone, Spin and Jane were my favorites. I stopped reading Cosmopolitan, Seventeen and the like when I read in Cosmo that “your…
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People seem to pigeon-hole each other. I grew up in a small town and by the time I was ten years old my identity had been locked in. I was the shy and nice one. I was the shoulder to cry on occasionally. I tried to change my identity in my teen years but others would say “Oh, that isn’t you at all,” then giggle and add, “What are you thinking?” I find that people do that to each other. I see it all the time. I used to move around quite a bit. I was often plunked down in…
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My husband told me “LOL” is going to be entered in to the dictionary. I’m all for keeping the dictionary current but this is ridiculous. I hate that people use LOL at all, except for in chat rooms or in texts. And even beyond that it is more of a phrase than a word! Are we getting more stupid as the years pass? Who are the people who decide this? Jeez, it bugs me.
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I was at my mom’s many moons ago, and I found the little books they let you make in grade school, even the special hard cover ones. I loved writing even then. But in grade 2,3,4 I was bright-eyed and confident in myself and my writing was courageous…brilliant even. I mean, it was small sentences in grade school language but I had humour and grace. Now I second guess myself and every word seems not good enough. I was in Grade 8 when I got separated in to a different classroom than all of my friends. I became the punching…
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There is something extremely comforting about the smell of coffee. Some studies classify it as a drug and no wonder. It can be intoxicating to me. Freshly brewed has a slightly sticky molasses smell that is delicious. If I walk in to a house that is permeated by that smell I feel like I’m home. Maybe that is strange for such a common smell. The only other smell that makes me feel that comfortable is the pages of books…. Perhaps it’s that the smell reminds me of family? My earliest memories are my mom and dad with coffee breath…
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Once upon a time…. there was a little girl growing up in small town Saskatchewan. She grew up watching and believing in fairy tales. Disney’s “Sleeping Beauty” was a favourite, as were ballets such as “The Magic Flute”. She daydreamed that someday her prince would come. She was a bit of an awkward child. Small in her preteens; with a long body, short legs and wavy hair that insisted on sticking up everywhere when not in braids. She had buck teeth before she was graced with braces around age 11 or 12, and was afflicted with glasses. Her fashion sense…
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I was terrible at being a 16 year old girl. I really sucked at it. I hate morose, emo, mopey kids cuz I was THAT kid…. and cuz I was determined to be that kid I missed out on so much! I just wanna shake those kids. Being a teenager isn’t easy. Bullying, hormones, school pressure, the pressure to figure out your future, insecurities…you name it. It’s a tough phase. But it can be better and I made it worse. Self sabotage came easy it seems. I didn’t like to laugh at myself…or laugh. Now I smile and laugh all…
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1. I will post at least once a week on this blog. 2. I will be more consistent in my parenting. 3. I will try to be more organized. But if things fall by the wayside cuz I was too busy playing with the kids, or doing something creative, I will not beat myself up over it. Just because a cupboard is disorganized, or a few toys didn’t get put away, does not mean I live at Grey Gardens. 4. I will inject more bright colour in to my life. 5. I will not start 10 page (or even ten…