Thursday, October 30, 2008

Only a few more days

The US election is days away. Yes I am excited - really excited about it. And before I go on to apologize for being more excited by this election than the Canadian one - here's why: I feel - as I'm sure do many people all over the world - like the States is on the brink of something good, something huge. And they need something huge.

Any thing that's been suffering for a time has to, at some point, turn a corner. It feels to me like when you have a really bad, awful day and you go to bed just hoping, willing, praying the next to be better, because it can't get any worse.

I'm not an expert on American politics, but I doubt the founding fathers of this country did not intend for things to end up the way they have. And I'm talking from the point of view of the average person (y'know, Joe six-pack). People were supposed to be able to earn a living to support their families and afford fundamental things like healthcare and education.

And yet here's a government with enormous wealth, spending trillions of dollars on a war that has spiraled out of control, killed thousands of US soldiers and Iraq soldiers and (who knows how many) civilians, and is no longer based on the same premise it started with.

So, I'm hoping, really hoping Obama wins on Tuesday. I'm not a citizen of the States and I don't live there. But some part of me feels a longing to see that country have something good happen for a change.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Small chocolate problem

This is what happens when delicious chocolate things are in the house. Gone. This Ladybug Bakery chocolate torte is very possible the best I have ever eaten. Jean brought it over for dessert after our fondue dinner on Saturday. Thick, gooey, decadent slices of chocolate with a perfectly crumbly crust. Heaven.

Since that night I've gnawed and nibbled my way through the rest of it until sadly it was all gone.

Unfortunately it's not just the torte that's been satisfying my sweet tooth lately...

Chocolate pudding

Halloween candy (Reese's pieces, Reese's cups & OhHenry!)

Lindt Orange Dark Chocolate

Chocolate zucchini brownies

...good thing it's not Easter
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I love you shiny new Dyson

Last weekend we had one of those revelations after buying a new Dyson - it was like we'd traded our Ford Escort for a Porsche. We got it home, excitedly got it out of its box and I went straight to work vacuuming the entire house. I'm embarrassed to say I emptied the canister more than 5 times (I won't reveal how many exactly because the thought of it still makes me slightly queasy). The dog hair was embedded in our carpet like a camouflage blanket. Yuck.

Afterwards I sat and wondered how on earth we've survived 3 years without one of these miraculous things.

James Dyson says, in his TV ad, "I just think things should work properly."

So do I Mr Dyson.

Our crappy old vacuum, which, by the way had 7 filters (why does a vacuum need 7 filters?) is on it's way to the vacuum knackers yard as I type.
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Sunday, October 12, 2008

So strange

It's 11:11 a.m. on Sunday morning and we've been childless since 6:30 last night. J's step-mom took Matthew overnight so that we could attend a wedding reception at Artists of the World Gallery (beautiful day, beautiful wedding, lovely couple - Tammy and Sheldon).

Ahh the rare luxury of being alone. But also, how strange to go to bed and not wonder if Matthew would wake up in the night. And to wake up and not hear him chattering away in his crib. I had been looking forward to this night for so long. But this morning, when I woke up at 7:30, all I could think was, I can't wait to get my baby back.

Still, Jean took Matthew to the farmer's market this morning for ingredients for the Thanksgiving dinner tonight, so J and I have had a few extra hours to chill. We decided breakfast out somewhere was in order, so we headed out for some eggs benny. Oh it was good. Shame I spoilt it by drinking too much coffee, which now has me buzzing and suffering heart burn.

Times like this remind me of how little time I have to myself now. Sitting eating a leisurely breakfast with J made me think of times before Matthew. I can only fantasize about going out to breakfast on the weekend, pottering around the shops for a few hours, and then getting ready to go out in the evening. We actually used to live like that. Did we?
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Eath mother rainbow moon spirit

I'm all zen earth mama at the moment. I'm reading a book on Hypnobirthing. Yes Hypnobirthing! Because I'm going to attempt a natural birth next time. Going to try anyway.

It's most unlike me - I'm all for medicine usually. But, I figured, since I've so rarely sought a natural approach to anything in my life, now might be a good time to start. And plus I want to avoid the epidural next time. Yes, I know I know, it's bordering on blasphemy - the epi was, at first, pure joy - heaven. I almost climbed off the table to kiss the anesthesiologist when he stuck that needle in my spine. But... there were the later effects, and the weeks and weeks after that too... all of which I am convinced were the result of the epi.

I was a little embarrassed asking the lady in Chapters if she knew where I could find the book. I wanted to reassure her I wasn't a hippie. And I could feel my skeptical side rising up as I turned to the first page. But I'm totally into it now. The author (Marie Mongan) has a lot of valid points. Like, how our culture is expert at stirring up fear in women getting ready to give birth, which in turn creates an environment of dread. Let's be honest - we've all sat and listened to our relatives, friends and colleagues gushing over their horrific birth stories. It's no wonder most first-time moms are bloody terrified when labour starts. I know I was. Words like "it will be the most painful thing you'll ever experience" and "try to avoid the episiotomy if you can dear" were swirling around my head as I waddled into the hospital labour ward almost 16 months ago.

What can I say - I'm not exactly an exemplary earth mama, but I'm going to give it a go. If nothing else I love love the relaxation and visualization exercises in the book... breathe in to 1..2..3..4.. breathe out to 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8.. If nothing else, I think all mothers could benefit from bringing themselves into a deep state of relaxation once a day.
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