Counting down to Spring

We lost an important part of the family last spring – even her stunning makeover was not enough to breathe new life Sharktooth 2.0.

Our summer was not the same. It was the ducks and loons that woke us early on Sunday mornings, not the sounds of Dean and Finn sneaking off for a fish at Turtle Swamp. There were no trips to Rosedale for ice cream or boat rides to visit friends across the lake. And tubing was a distant memory. We were officially landlocked.

Summer 2015 is definitely looking up. After a full day of dreaming, planning and bargaining at the Toronto Boat Show, we have finally filled the hole that Sharktooth left.

Introducing…. Sharktooth 3.0
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She is a much shinier, faster, and bigger boat than our beloved Sharktooth, but she does have some pretty big shoes to fill. Already we are dreaming of early morning fishing in Finn’s secret spot, afternoon tubing in the sun, and we can almost taste the ice cream in Rosedale – but no eating in the boat!!

Summer can’t some soon enough for us…

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Game On!

Xbox_2,January 11, 2015It finally happened –the room formerly devoted to hockey, football and the setting for Breaking Bad and Boardwalk Empire marathons, now has triple-duty as a game room – video game room, that is. A brand-new Xbox 360 has been installed in our family room.

Maybe that’s why it’s been so cold outside – has hell finally frozen over? Dean said it was the only way he’d let a video game console into the house… Continue reading

A Very Merry Christmas – Finally!

We are slowly rolling into Christmas with a blown tire and the gas tank on empty.

Colds, deadlines and commitments are finally behind us and not too far in the distance are ten quiet relaxing days.

Time spent laughing with family, a glass of wine in hand, a good book at my side and delicious aromas filling the air – life really is good.

Merry Christmas!
Jenny
XO

The Breakup

It’s over.

The love affair has to come to an end and my rose-colored glasses are coming off.

I can’t keep buying cantaloupes and expecting my kids to eat them. It’s the definition of insanity – you know, doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

Just the smell of a fresh cantaloupe brings vivid images to mind of sunny Sunday mornings where my family happily munch on melons, dressed in picture-perfect, matching outfits. I know, there is a 12-step program out there calling my name. Maybe two.

It was easy to give up the pepper dream, and the carrot illusions. Same with raspberries and zucchini. But for some reason, I can’t shake the melon mirage. Maybe it’s because the kids will actually eat them. Once in a while. When they are really hungry and feeling adventurous. And there is no other fruit in the house. So, realistically, never.

Maybe one day the kids will develop a more mature palate and we can introduce more foreign foods into their diet. Like mushrooms or yellow peppers. Maybe even something as exotic as a peach or kiwi. Until then, I’m going to save my money and stick to the tried and true – bananas, green apples, cucumbers and occasionally, if I’m feeling lucky, corn on the cob.

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A Little Booger

Findley called down to me last night as he was getting ready for bed.

“If you swallow something you shouldn’t, can it kill you in your sleep”, he asked. Hmmm, I thought, swallowing toothpaste isn’t that big of a deal, but I thought I’d go up and investigate anyway.

“What did you swallow”, I asked.

“Nothing”, he replied.

I explained that swallowing toothpaste or a goldfish would be no big deal, but poison or cleaners or battery acid, on the other hand, could do some damage overnight.

After a bit of prodding, he confessed to have swallowed a booger.

I assured him that, while extremely gross, there was no permanent damage to eating a booger or two.

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My Powers of Suggestion

I have some crazy powers.
Or maybe it’s the cats, but I’m taking credit since they can’t read and will never know…

Last Thursday it was my turn for “show and tell” during our monthly team meeting at the office. We had just gone through a very intensive 2-day workshop and were in need of something light, so I thought I’d tell everyone the story of adopting Pete and Ginger. It was kind of silly and didn’t require much prep on my part either. It was a win all around.

Everyone seemed to enjoy my little talk and were quite taken with the pictures of the kittens. I was happy to have my turn done with for a few months and figured that would be the end of my story.

Apparently my tale resonated with someone, because a coworker phoned Monday to share a story of adopting a cat of her own.

Here is the Coles Notes version:

My coworker took the day off to go Black Friday shopping at Yorkdale Mall, not far from the animal shelter where we adopted our kittens. She joked with her husband and sister that it would be funny if the shelter had a Black Friday sale and decided to go look at kittens while they were in the area.

Low and behold, they discovered that any cat with black on it was free to adopt that Friday. There were three left when they got there.

There were only two when they left.

I love that Pete and Gigner helped another cat lover connect with a pet!

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The Sofa that Launched a Thousand Projects

Dean is in heaven.

We finally retired the smelly, food-crusted, cramped, sea-foam green loveseat from our living room. He can now stretch out on our brand-new smelling, clean, dark grey (insurance for future food stains), full-length sofa. No more cramped necks and sore backs for Dean when he falls asleep watching football.

While the update was long past due, it opened a rather large can of worms. Bringing a large piece of furniture into an already camped small space was going to make moving around the living room awkward. Good thing I had a three hour window to prep the space before the delivery truck came yesterday! Gone is a big heavy cabinet and one of a pair of leather club chairs. I wish I could have moved the fish tank on my own, but even I am not that resourceful (nor am I willing to risk my marriage).

 

One act of de-cluttering lead to another and by the time the sofa was delivered and set up, the main floor was feeling larger, brighter and more organized. Everyone seems to be benefiting from the extra breathing room. Things are put away and easier to find and only the essentials are out on display. I wonder if I could use this to make a case for new furniture in my bedroom…

I think I hear a toy box calling… Christmas is coming and I’m almost in tears just think of all the new things that will be moving in to clutter my space before the end of the year.

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I’ve always been the more introverted Bacon sister, more comfortable with two or three good friends, instead of a bus load. I’m really bad with names, so it makes it much easier to keep everyone straight that way.

My baby sister, Lee, on the other hand has more friends than some small Northern Ontario towns have people. How she keeps her sanity while trying to maintain so many relationships is beyond me.

Part of my “new me” approach to life since turning 40 is to work on fostering the relationships I do have, making an effort to reach out and engage and grow my friendships. This past weekend was a test of my endurance.

From a hockey function Friday night, to a home party on Saturday afternoon, drinks with my sister Saturday night and finally a Women’s Health expo Sunday afternoon, I mixed, mingled, snacked and  tried on fancy makeup. How people maintain this fast-paced lifestyle is beyond me. I barely squeezed in groceries and unloading the dishwasher, and missed most of the kids’ activities. Thank goodness I had Dean to pick up the slack for me.

I think the trick is to keep things in perspective. Life is a marathon, not a sprint and I don’t have to say yes to every invitation that crosses my inbox.

It’s just as important to remember to take the time to turn on the Christmas lights, pour a glass of wine and recharge alone with a good book too. Especially so for introverts like me.

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On the Sauce

I was sitting on the sofa, drinking a glass of wine and reading a book when Finn got home from hockey last night.

He walked into the living room, took one look at me and said “Oh, mommy, you’re drinking again – that’s great.”

I’m not sure how to take his enthusiasm for my alcohol consumption…

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