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Puphood: Parenting Lessons Learnt From A Puppy

 

 

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Obligatory “first day at home” photo of Ernie

 

Our little boy is turning ONE! Cue the “where has the time gone?” and “time sure goes by fast” and “I remember when we brought him home the very first day” stuff that nobody cares about except the parents and potential grandparents.

 

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Very first time we met him at the breeder’s when we were only going to “meet the breeders” and ended up falling in love with this Patootie

 

 

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His 1st car ride and his first toy which he quickly destroyed

 

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“What do you mean this is my new home?”

 

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Our first family photo Photo Cred goes to Stacy

 

Now I’ll have to answer the “how old is he” questions using years rather than weeks or months! Is this when we can no longer call him a puppy? Or use the excuse that he’s just a puppy when he pees from excitement? Mr. Ernie may “only” be a fur baby, but to us he is a part of our family. People scoff that he is “just a dog”, but to us he is the third member of our family. We love the lil monkey so much! It’s okay to call a dog a monkey, right?

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This has always been his favourite way to lie

 

 

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Over the past year Ernie has taught us so much about parenthood. Or as I like to call it, Puphood. I’ve been told to “wait until you have a real baby, then you’ll see the light” but maybe I like living in this well light world! How can one scoff at loving an animal too much anyhow? Ernie has opened our eyes to what it’ll be like to have human babies one day and we’ve learnt a few things along the way:

– Watching them play. I have watched Ernie play with other dogs for  literally hours at a time and throughout those hours I have a warm, glowing heart and a big, goofy love struck grin slapped on my face. I LOVE watching him have so much fun with his little buddies and it brings me joy to see him so happy! When John is able to join Ernie and I for our long walks and playtime at the dog park, we sit on the bench holding hands, completely love struck, and watch our boy run laps, chase others dogs, wrestle with other dogs and have the time of his life.

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Playing with his cousin, Freddy

 

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– When they are sick, you feel sick. When little Ernie is sick I feel absolutely helpless. I would do anything, pay anything to make him feel better or to know what is wrong with my cutie patootie. It’s heartbreaking to see your little baby in any sort of pain or suffering and have no idea how to make them feel better. When something is wrong with your baby, you just KNOW! Who knew that instincts were actually legit!? (Except, it seems that my instincts always lead me to believe that poor Ernie is dying of cancer every time he is sick, but the Vet tells me that those instincts require some fine tuning.) 

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Heart. Wrenching.

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He loves me too

 

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– You always sleep with one eye open. Any sort of peep, whine, simper or bark that Ernie makes during the night I am well aware of. I am always on edge in case something is wrong. If he stopped breathing in the middle of the night, I would be giving him CPR within 5 seconds of his last breath. Ernie has woken up twice in the middle of the night from throwing up in his little beddy-weddy (yes, I baby talk to my puppy wuppy) and each time this has happened, I have sprung out of bed like the ninja that I am. I sit with him, rub his back, talk soothingly to him and hold his hair back (or wait.. that last one is what my Mom did for me when I was sick) until he is done. After clean up, I bundle him into his blanket and sleep with him on the couch in the living room with a bucket close by. He appreciates being comforted afterwards, he tells me with his eyes.  As I type this, I realize that I may sound like a crazy person, but I would probably do it for John too.

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– They “talk” back! Yes, I’m well aware that my dog doesn’t actually talk to me… how would you know if he did anyway!? No matter how much training the little fluff ball goes through, sometimes if he doesn’t want to “come” when called HE WILL NOT COME! He sits and stares at you, almost as if he is taunting you. He knows that he is supposed to come, but he won’t. Because he doesn’t feeeeeel like it. He sits in his air of stubbornness as if to say “I don’t need to listen to you, you’re not my REAL Mom” and then I say “you don’t mean that” and then he sits there taunting me as if to say “maybe YOU should come to ME” and I try to reason with him. I do my best to stay cool, calm and collected trying to show that I am the Alpha, but we both know that I’m about to lose control.

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Don’t give me those cute n’ sassy eyes

 

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You come to me!

– Everyone has parenting advice. Now, don’t get me wrong I DO appreciate useful and helpful advice from people who actually know what they are talking about. It’s the people who I hate getting advice from as their dog is humping my leg whilst (fun fact: “whilst” is a word that I love to overuse as it doesn’t get as much love as it really should) getting treats fed to him.   They’ll ask me if I’ve considered puppy classes for Ernie as he is running in circles not hurting anybody while their giant ass, stinky, drooling dog has got a grip on my leg as if my leg were Marilyn Monroe woken from her grave. Or they tell me, not casually mention which dog food they prefer, but they will adamantly TELL me what is the best dog food in the whole wide world. They will go on and on about how the generic brand from Walmart is the cat’s meow (clever, right?!) as if they are the dietician for all dogs that ever once lived. And if I even HINT that I prefer a different brand ((I’m an Acana lover, thank you very much..(love me a Canadian brand with wholesome ingredients) (not a plug, I swear) (these brackets within brackets get me every time… so much fun, give it a whirl one of these days… just not at work))  all hell breaks lose.

 

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Acana & Bracket Lover

– Potty behaviour. Never in my life did I ever expect to discuss in great detail quantity, quality or timing of fecal matter with my husband. Since we live in an apartment, we can’t simply let the dog out in our backyard. Because of this we are with him every single time he does number one or two and it seems that every time John or myself come back inside with Ernie we document to the other in great detail about his disposals. And then I worry if his bathroom “duties” are trending differently. When you are married to a mathematician, you cannot help but pick up on trend analysis… in fact, I’m trending to become 25% more analytical this time next year. (I can just imagine the horror in John’s eyes that I just wrote “25% more analytical” and that is partially why I included that last part… I’m nice like that.)

 

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Outside they go!

 

– When they learn something new. When Ernie learnt how to “shake a paw” or do any of his other “tricks” (there aren’t many, so don’t bother asking what his tricks are… and don’t bother bragging to me that your dog plays dead, good for him) both John and I felt an overwhelming rush of PROUDNESS (not sure if that word fits here or not, so I thought it would feel more welcome if I used caps) for Ernie. At times it was incredibly frustrating trying to teach him a trick or we thought we should just give up, but then he would go ahead and surprise us. A sense of pride would sweep over us and we would be so proud of how smart and intelligent he was when he would shake his itty bitty paw at us.

 

 

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What do you mean “shake a paw!?”

 

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Show me again, please

– Prejudice. Ernie has really opened up my eyes to holding back judgement on others. When I take Ernie for a walk on the downtown streets of Chicago, we see so many different kinds of characters. There were people who I would see who I would instictively walk a little bit quicker past, but then they would smile at Ernie and reach down to pet him. And I would feel like the biggest ass there ever once was. Not too boast or anything like that, but Ernie gets stopped on the street multiple times on a daily basis  by ALL kinds of people wanting to love on him, pet him, hold him, talk baby talk to him, take his photo, etc. Ernie treats every single person the same, regardless of their race, ethnicity, clothing, general appearance, wealth factor, etc. If you show Ernie some love, he’s got plenty to give right back regardless if you are a struggling homeless person who has seen better days or if you are a top exec business man or woman. I’m doing my best to be more like Ernie in that sense.

 

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Loves every single person and dog! Photo Cred again goes to Stacy 🙂

 

 

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Ernie gets told he looks like a Teddy Bear every single day. He loves it.

 

– Unconditional love. No matter how many times he is “bad” during the day, at the end of the night when he is snuggling with John and I, we forget about the chewed up baseboards. Each night, no matter what happens during the day, our hearts blow up with love for our little boy. I don’t know how it happens, but I love this little boy more and more every single day. Even if he talks back to me, is extra sassy and stubborn, eats the garbage as an afternoon snack, at the end of each day we always love him more.

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Busted.

 

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“Sorry I was bad earlier”

Although some think I’m completely bonkers for loving my doggy-woggy so much (among other reasons), can you really fault a love so strong? While John is busting his tail feather at work, Ernie and I spend almost every waking moment together. You could call him my companion, my exercise buddy, my lunch partner, my therapist, my travel buddy, my best bud, my furbaby or you could even just call him a dog.. it doesn’t matter what “name” or “title” you put on him because he is all of those and so much more to us.

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Our little munchkin is turning one today and even though he has no friggin clue what that means, that is as good as a reason as any to party like it’s 1999.

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Whad’ya mean, it’s my birthday!?

So, Lovelies, crank up your Sugar Ray (a hit band from the 90’s in case you seriously don’t know) and please help us wish Ernest Theodore a very Happy 1st Birthday!!!

 

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Happy Birthday, Pal 🙂

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Most recent family photo xo

Enjoy Life,
L

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Why You Gotta Be So Coooold??

Damn Canada – you are one cold son of a gun! Although, you are gorgeous and wonderful, ya da ya da ya da… you are chillllly!!!!

People of Chicago are STILL talking about how shitty and cold their winter was last year, but damn… I don’t think they really know what a true Canadian winter is all about. (Sorry, I mean aboot…)

When John and I left Canada the morning of April 22nd, 2014 to drive to the US we had to shovel our driveway the morning we left… and it snowed during our drive for the first day. When we arrived into the US a mere three days later, we were so hot we were desperately digging through all of our stuff looking for our shorts. We went from winter gear to summer gear in 72 hours!! John and I were in heaven and ever since our very first day here, them Chicagoans have continued to bitch and complain about how cold their winter was. It’s September, I don’t care about last winter anymore…. enjoy the summer you have right now, thank you very much.

On September 3rd, 2014 (two days ago), it was 85 degrees in Chicago and felt like probably 120 degrees with the humidity. A very summery day still. In fact, I took this picture to prove how beautiful it truly was:

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Yet, on the very same day in Canada… this is what it looked like:

 

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Exaggeration? Absolutely not.

Was I 10000000% (honey, don’t even bother correcting me on this percentage) surprised when I saw this photo? Not really. I believe my exact thoughts were “typical.”

Was the rest of Canada surprised when they realized that it was snowing on September 3rd? I would bet not.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean that anybody in Canada LIKES it! We just know it’s a part of life and get over it. We kiss summer time goodbye and get mildly depressed when we realize it won’t be summer time again for probably another 8 or 9 months.

I guess they don’t call it The Great White North for nothing right?

So, as Chicagoans are complaining to me about how terrible last winter was and how we hardly got a summer… I do my best to firmly bite my tongue because this is the temperature back home in Calgary (Fahrenheit and Celsius are both included because I’m thoughtful like that):

 

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And in comparison… This is what Chicago’s temperature was at the exact same time as the temps above:

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Those pictures were taken September 4th, 2014 at 7:00am. At 7:00am this morning, it already felt like 31 degrees… compared to Calgary’s 3 degrees. So, Chicagoans, I beg of you to please stop complaining to the pale and pasty Canadians about the temperature here!!!

Chicago actually has four seasons and we are so excited to actually experience a real fall and spring! What amI talking about you ask? You think that Canada has four seasons too? Au contraire… In Alberta the joke is that the four seasons are:

1) Almost Winter
2) Winter
3) Still Winter
4) Road Construction

Now, I apologize to anybody if I came across as a little “frosty” but it’s solely because this is the first time in my life that it is September and I could give two craps about where my toque is! And frankly, I am super excited about that! Now excuse me, lovely, as I go decide on which summer dress to wear today… Life’s tough, I know 🙂

Enjoy Life,
L

 


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Two Years of Love, Fun, Shenanigans and The Best Kinds of Insanity – Happy Anniversary, Love!

My husband and I are already celebrating our second wedding anniversary!! In many ways it feels as if we have been married for decades already (in a good way) and in other ways it feels as if our wedding was just last week! I remember how excited I was when I was able to sign my new last name or whenever somebody would call me “Mrs” … still to this day I get excited to see my new name.

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When I think back to what our life was like only two years ago and compare to what it is like now, I cannot believe that it has only been two years. In two years, John and I have sure done a lot… this is a little snapshot of our past two years:

– Married – YAY!
– Mini honeymoon in Banff (Rocky Mountains)
– Real honeymoon in Dominican Republic
– I changed jobs
– I got two of three of my professional designations
– John was always studying for his professional exams … every single morning, evening, weekend, even during Christmas and all the other holidays
– We went to Calgary Flames hockey games through work
– We were VIP for Cirque de Soleil through work
– We went to funerals
– We went to weddings
– We’ve been there for when our wonderful friends had babies
– We helped clean up the devastation from the massive Calgary flood
– We went to Whitefish, Montana
– We went to Palm Springs, California
– We went hiking and snowshoeing with friends in the mountains
– We went to Chicago to celebrate our first wedding anniversary
– We went to Dallas, Texas for John’s ceremony to officially receive his professional designation
– We got stuck in Dallas for 4 extra days due to a blizzard that only happens once every decade
– We each travelled through Canada and the US for our jobs
– We dealt with health issues
– We sold our perfect townhouse
– We bought our forever home
– We got a puppy
– John received an amazing opportunity to move to Chicago
– We sold our forever home
– We moved to another country
– And moving to Chicago has been a whole other adventure all to it’s self.. and we love every single second of it!

We’ve done so much together already and I cannot wait to see what the next two years has in store for us… and the next twenty years and so forth! There isn’t anybody else in this crazy life who I would want to experience this with other than my sweetheart himself. He is the most encouraging, supportive, loving, kind, caring, loyal and thoughtful man and I have to pinch myself that I am so lucky to call him my husband.

Here are a few photos of our crazy life these past two years for you to peruse:


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And here is our most recent photo together, absolutely loving life in Chicago:

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Although our “5 year plan” hasn’t worked out so far (the plan is out the garbage now after detouring so far from it in only two years), we have learnt that the best things in life don’t necessarily need a plan. We’ve learnt to roll with the punches, to be open minded, to explore new opportunities. We are both firm believers that things happen for a reason and things always turn out the way that they are supposed to… regardless of what your “plan” is. Life is funner when you stop trying to predict the future and just live in the moment… so wish that, my lovely, I am off to go Cheers my incredible husband and share a bottle of Bubbly  to celebrate our amazing two years and to cheers for many more memories ahead of us that we have yet to make!

Happy Anniversary, Baby, there’s nobody else in this world who I would want by my side!
I love you xo

Enjoy Life,
L


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A Year Ago Today… And NOW!

A year ago today, John and I came to Chicago to celebrate our first wedding anniversary together. We had five days off and we narrowed our options down to Mexico, Vegas, California and Chicago. John had been to Chicago before to visit his parents when his Dad had worked here for 3 years and he always told that I would love it. So, because of an awesome Flight Centre package deal we saw Chicago was the chicken dinner! Thank you, Flight Centre!

I loved Chicago from the very first night that we had spent here. We didn’t get to our hotel until about 9:00pm but there was no way that we were just going to have a quiet night and shut it down early. So we spruced ourselves up and went exploring! That night we discovered our favourite place to go, which to this day is still our favourite place to go! The nachos, $4 beer, ambiance and location won us over and they keep winning us over again, again and again!

 

 

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THEN – at the Bean

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NOW – at the Bean

During our five days here, we did a lot of exploring, eating, drinking, Cubs baseballing and shopping! A perfect way to spend your first anniversary together, wouldn’t you agree!? We took a gazillion pictures and we dreamed out loud about moving to Chicago. We were just playing make belief but we dreamed about working together again in the same building downtown, buying a cool loft condo smack downtown and living the urban life, going to all these trendy spots during the week because we were so cool, etc, etc. But then we would play devil’s advocate and go on about how much we would miss our family, friends, our friends kids, our Calgary life which was safe, simple and the norm. We went on about how if we did live the Chicago life how John would have to work 2,000 hours per week and how we would never have time to live the cool lifestyle… but we never stopped talking about our make belief life even after we got home.

We would watch Mike & Molly and whenever we would see the skyline on the intro to the show we would sigh a dramatic sigh snuggled up together in our home in the ‘burbs. We would go on and on and on about how green the grass must be on the other side, and then we would come back to reality and give our heads a shake. There was no way we were moving to Chicago. Ever. We loved our Calgary home and the chances of us ever leaving Calgary because of John’s job were slimmer than a Slim Jim.

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Until…. there were some hypothetical knocks on John’s door bribing him to bring his family to the US. We ho’d and hummed and thought “what the hell” let’s see what could happen…. turns out moving to Chicago a couple months later is exactly what not only could happen, but did happen! Like every big decision, there has been highs and there has been lows, but we wouldn’t have done a damn thing differently (well that’s not true… we would never have sold our townhouse and bought our “forever home” only to sell it 6 months later… but aside from that.)

A year ago today, we were in Chicago as tourists dreaming about John and I working together in the Aon building. Living in a loft condo downtown. Doing trendy things and going to trendy places. Wearing weird clothes that I would never wear in Calgary. A year ago today, we stayed in the Hard Rock Hotel and ate frozen yogurt in River North. We shopped in the Loop. We went sight seeing. A year ago today, we had suitcases to take us back to our reality back in Canada….

 

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Today, we are living smack downtown Chicago. We are not working together in the same building, but the job situation is even better than what either of us could have predicted. We do trendy things and go to trendy places. I’ve never heard of a “wine flight” until we moved here. I wear weird clothes like jumpsuits and scarfs in my hair. A year ago I was sad that we didn’t get to end up seeing Buckingham Fountain. Buckingham Fountain is now our neighbour and Ernie and I walk by it every single day. Today we are living a life that we dreamed about a year ago… except our reality is far greater than our dream!

 

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My First Wine Flight

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Lovely, it’s funny how life can change so much in a year… it’s funny in the best way possible. I can’t wait to see what life has in store for the next year ahead!

Enjoy Life,
L


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Our Fave Hooligans Came For A Visit!

So, after not posting anything for about a week and a half… I’m baaaaaackkkk, KIDS!!! !! Where have I been you ask? Well, our friends from back home came to visit us and it was such an amazing visit! They stayed with us in our one bedroom, one bathroom apartment and never once did I want to lock myself in my room to escape from them! They are FUN!

What did we get up to you? LOTS! I was so excited for the whole entire day that they were coming that I drove John completely nuts with all my texts, etc. I drove him even more nuts at the airport and he kept trying to get me to sit down, but I couldn’t! What if we missed them coming down the escalator? What if I wasn’t able to greet them with the sign that I made for them!?

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Now there are only a handful of people who I would ever do this to…. and Stacy & Jeff are most definitely two of them. I knew that Stacy and I would be fast friends when she brought me the board game “Operation” after I had woken up from surgery. True love right there, lovely, true love.

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John had to work on the Friday they they were here, so we decided to go to Navy Pier! Naturally we had to ride the Ferris Wheel so we lined up with the kidlets and went on a fun ride.. Stacy is a brave, brave girl!

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Aren’t they the cutest!?

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After the Ferris Wheel, we explored Navy Pier and since it was such a hot, sunny and beautiful morning we decided that a morning beer was due. It hit us all much harder than you would expect and before you know it Stacy was telling strangers that we were Polygamists. Naturally, I was wife 2 and belonged on Jeff’s right side. We are controversial Polygamists.

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Polygamists enjoying a morning beer


Now, I’m not going to tell you abso-freaking-lutely everything that we did, but I’ll give you a glimpse of SOME of the highlights:
– Deep Dish Pizza
– Rooftop Wine Drinking
– A Cubs Game

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– Lots and lots of strolls
–  Gelato and coffee
– The Bean

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– Lots and lots of photobombing
– The Purple Pig
– Second City (John and Jeff both made it up onto Stage…. much to Jeff’s dismay which was the funniest part! They were AWESOME!!! Great sports!)

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Jeff on Stage

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– While Stacy got her shopping on at Macy’s, Jeff and I went up to the top of the John Hancock building and we TILTED

 

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It was way cooler than I thought it was going to be!

– Lots and lots of shopping
– Highfiving strangers
– Tons and tons of laughs
– Even more tons and tons of funness!!!!

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We had so much fun with these hooligans and I cannot wait to see them again! Thank you for making the trip to come and see us, S&J! We love you to itsy bits pieces and Chicago welcomes you back anytime!

OH! How can I make such a post without sharing the adorable photo that Stacy took of Mr. Ernie?!

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It was so nice to have a little taste of home for a few days! They brought us REAL smarties, coffee crisp, maple syrup and maple butter. They said “eh”, “hey”, “sorry”, and “you’re welcome”. They pronounced Chicago as “Chi-kaw-go” rather than “Sh-kaw-gaaah” and they also like ketchup on their hot dogs. As much as I love “Sh-kaw-gaah” there is just something so warm, friendly and fuzzy about a Canadian hug!  Oh – it was also nice to know that they were equally as terrified about the “no gun” signs everywhere.

We love and miss you guys already!!

That was a fun visit, hey?!

Enjoy Life,
L


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OH HAPPYYYY DAY!!!!!

I’ve waited over 100 days for this glorious day to arrive…
AND TODAY IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING!!!
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Our friends are arriving TONIGHT!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY!!!!!!

I cannot contain my excitement… whenever I think about their arrival my heart even speeds up. I’m like a 12 year  old boy who was just asked by his crush to slow dance with him… Let’s sway, shall we!?

I’m so excited to show our friends why we love this city so much! I can’t wait to taste the deliciousness of  Chicago with them! I AM JUST SO EXCITED AND I AM NOT ASHAMED THAT I CANNOT HIDE IT!

We pick them up from the airport in 12 hours and until then I will not be able to wipe this silly smile from my face!

See you soon, S&J, see you sooooooooooooonnnnnn!!!!!!

Enjoy Life,
L


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Very Inspiring Blogger Award – Say Whaaaaaaattttt!? THANK YOU

Holy Moly! It’s been a great week and a half for me… two Liebster awards, a Blog Hop AND NOW a Very Inspiring Blogger Award! Thank you so much, Wounds To Feel!!

 

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I’m supposed to write down 7 random facts about myself, but sheesh, you must be sick of reading these facts about me… I’ve written so many lately (here, here and here) that I’m going to spare you this time and just work on my acceptance speech:

Thank you, my lovely, for reading, for liking, for commenting, for following, for coming along this journey with me. I appreciate each and every one of you and never thought that my blog would grow the way that it has! I’ve “met” so many blogging pals and am grateful that we have crossed paths in this crazy world! Moving to a new country has been amazing and I love sharing our story with you all. Because of this blog, I’ve never for a moment felt lonely since our move and I attribute that to the connections I’ve made throughout this experience. So thank you, my lovely… I thank you with all the sincerity in the entire world! Stay tuned because there is plenty more to come 🙂

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If this doesn’t inspire you, than I don’t know what will….

 

I’d love to share this award with the following fabulous bloggers who I believe deserve this just as much:

Katie
Keep Picturing
Trixi
Henry
Ranju
Stodmor
Eden Burnin
James Radcliffe
Hilary

Enjoy Life!
L


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Liebster Award – Numero 2! Encore, Encore!

Although I was just nominated for this award not too long ago, I’ve been nominated once again from Autumn! So thank you very much, Autumn! I appreciate it hugely and graciously accept!

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So here we go again, folks! The rules are here in case you forget them.

11 Random Things About Myself

1. I do not do fake cheese… ie. velveeta, american cheese, space cheese… no thanks
2. I love dolphins and have gone swimming with them in the wild in New Zealand
3. As a kid I used to hate cookies, donuts and pizza.. my parents called me the Fruit Monster because I loved fruit so much
4. For the majority of my life, I’ve had a dog as a pet
5. I can’t wait to go to Thailand, Vietnam and Bali one day
6. I’m not extremely tech savvy
7. I could eat 5 pound of king crab all to myself (well, I’m up for the challenge anyhow)
8. I love small, thoughtful gestures that make someone feel special
9. My older sister looked like Annie when she was a kid
10. I drove a packer/roller for a construction site one summer
11. I can hold my own in a chess match

Questions From Autumn

  1. Stripes or Polka Dots?

    Both 🙂

  2. Signature Starbucks drink?

    Depends on my mood…  I like a gingerbread latte in the winter, an iced caramel macchiato in the summer with extra caramel, an iced tea if I’m not feeling coffee…

  3. What’s your best feature, in your opinion? (Self love, y’all)

    I’m thoughtful

  4. If you could live in another era, which era would you choose?

    I will also require an explanation…I like this era. I like life now 🙂

  5. Who inspires you?

    My Mom. She was one of the greatest teachers there ever once was.  She worked endless hours and did so much for her students because she loved them. She spend her evenings doing schoolwork and spent her summer in her classroom preparing for her kids. From a daughter’s perspective she put way too much thought and consideration into every single report card and it always took her forever to do them because she would never write anything generic. Looking back, I love that about her. She always did so much extra for her kids and she would do it year after year after year without getting the recognition she deserved. As an adult, I realized that she did so much for her kids because she loved them… not because she wanted a pat on the back.

  6. Describe your perfect day.

    My favourite kinds of days are going on new adventures to places I’ve never been before with people I love. Eating good food. Drinking good wine and/or other bevs. Going to the beach. Watching the sunset. Smelling fresh flowers.

  7. Favorite way to relax and de-stress?

    Ideally a day at the spa! Followed by wine.

  8. Describe one quirk about yourself.

    Oh boy… I have many. I can’t and will not finish the last bit of liquid at the bottom of my drink. The thought of backwash has taunted me from my childhood days.

  9. What was your childhood dream?

    So cheesy… to meet my Mr. Wonderful and have a long, happy and healthy life together. Nailed it.

  10. What is your mantra/favorite quote?maya
  11. What’s one item off your bucket list?

    Paddleboarding!! Happy to have scratched that one off last weekend 🙂

 

My Nominees:
A La Modern Mom

Witty Critty
Kevil
Don
Aimee

My Questions for the Nominees:

1. What are your favourite and least favourite blog posts to read?
2. If you could have any profession in the world, what would it be (without worrying about money, time, financial)?
3. What is your favourite physical feature of yourself?
4. Who do you need to say “I love you” to more?
5. Who do you need to say “I’m sorry” to?
6. Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
7. Where is your favourite place in the whole world?
8. If you could redo anything in your life differently, what would you redo?
9. What is the nicest thing that somebody has ever done for/to you?
10. What would an ideal day be for you?
11. What is your favourite post that I have ever written?
12. What is your favourite post that you have ever written?

Enjoy Life, Lovelies!
L

 

 

 


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Bloggity Blog Hoppin’ Hop

What the hellllllllll is a Blog Hop you ask? That was my question to when I was asked by Routine Dreamer to participate in a Blog Hop. Essentially what it is is a blog train… ALL ABOARD LOVELIES!!!

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Routine Dreamer asked me a few questions that I am to answer and then I hand over the blog baton to two others and they do the same… which is apparently a Blog Hop! Who knew!?  Routine Dreamer is a bright, young man who writes with a pure and raw honesty that you cannot help but feel. I connect with his words and enjoy his posts very much. So thank you, Mister, for asking me to play along!

Let’s get down to it folks!

  • What am I working on/writing?

I tend to go through spurts… as of write now I am writing nothing other than this post. I may start a book since I’ve been told numerous times lately that I should do so… but that’s up in the air. Like the clouds.

  • How does my work/writing differ from others in its genre?

I don’t really know… I’m a different breed and always have been. I’m the kind of gal that you either love me or you non-love me (hate is too strong a word… I reserve that work for things I actually hate such as fake cheese). I’ve been told by my friends that they enjoy the strange things that pop out of my mouth and that is what they would miss most for when we moved to another country. So here you go, you can still read the crazy thoughts that go around in my mind!

  • Why do I write what I do?

I started sharing our journey of moving to the US from Canada but it turns out that I have more to say than just the stories of our journey. I write what I’m feeling and I write in the hopes of connecting with another being who knows that they aren’t crazy for feeling what they are feeling.. there’s another crazy out there who feels what they feel.

  • How does my writing process work?

I just write. What comes in my mind. My hubs watched me start a post one day and he said “you can just write just like that!?” I didn’t know that that was strange… I write the thoughts in my head as they come. Which I think is why my friends and family tell me that they can hear my voice and imagine us having a real conversation in real life.

Okay, now is the time to pass along to Blog Hop Baton! And I pass the baton to…..:

1) A La Modern Mom

2) Autumn

Thanks for playing along!!! If you are confused about what a Blog Hop is, don’t worry… I think we all are!

Enjoy Life,
L


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Does Size Really Matter?!

The age old question that never seems to die… The answer to this question gets debated back and forth with such controversy… And yes, my lovely, you guessed it… today I am going there!!!! I am going to talk about it, give you my opinion, maybe even paint you a pretty picture, so hold on tight because HERE WE GO!!!

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My answer to this age old question only has two letters… and you guessed them ‘n’ and ‘o’!

Now is probably about the time to get your head out of the gutter, you sick perv, because you think you know what I am talking about, however you are oh so wrong. I know that you think that I’m talking about “that” and some of you were already excited to read what I was about to write, some of you were completely disgusted with me and have probably already stopped reading altogether by now, and then there were those who would never admit to wanting to read this, but secretly were pretty curious…

So if I’m not referring to “that” what the hell am I rambling about? Well I am going share with you my  journey of accepting myself the way that I am no matter what pant size I am. If you are so disappointed with this new topic, I understand if you quit reading, but I encourage you to come along for the ride, my lovely, the more the merrier! Stay tuned for tales from my double chin 🙂

Now, I’m not entirely sure at which point my mind was swallowed by society’s perception of what the perfect beach body was and how I so badly needed to obtain it to be a better person, but somewhere along the lines, it did. I think it was somewhere in my late teens or early twenties though. Throughout high school, I was always very athletic and active and never gave one thought as to what jean size I was because I truly did not care. That was such a wonderful feeling and I’m working on having that feeling back again.

I was never exactly a super scrawny rawny, nor was I obese, however I still was never happy with my body no matter what weight I was. I have always had a healthy lifestyle, I eat relatively healthy and also regularly go to the gym, however it didn’t seem to matter what I did or didn’t do, nothing was ever good enough. I would look at old pictures of myself and think to myself “man, I had a killer body back then… I wish that I appreciated it more back then, I would love to look like that again” and there were probably times that I said this to myself were I still looked the same… but when I looked in the mirror, the body I was looking at was not the body that I saw in old photos.

There was always something… too soft in one place, not enough muscle definition in another, etc… and I would focus only on that, I wouldn’t see the good parts. I used to frustrate my husband when we would take a picture together and force him to take another picture with me because I thought my face looked too fat in the first one. No matter what I ate or how hard I exercised, I was always able to find something to pick apart…

My poor husband has had to listen to me complain about how I look like a stuffed sausage in my jeans, how my body looked like a white whale in my bathing suit, etc, etc… and the poor guy endlessly told me how beautiful I was to him, but I wasn’t able to see myself through his eyes. (Much to his credit, he has never given up trying to make me see myself the same way that he sees me. And for that, I love him dearly.)

I’ve struggled for years with my weight, obsessing over it, shaming myself for it, and I have FINALLY come to realize that this bootylicious body of mine is the only one that I am ever going to get. I am 5’8″ and have been anywhere from a size 2 up to a size 10, and the size of my pants no longer controls me. I have somehow learnt to let go and to stop putting so much energy and attention on my own body image issues.

I’ve learnt that the size of my pants does not define me as a person. I’ve learnt that people aren’t going to talk about my body at my funeral, they are going to talk about what kind of person I was. I’ve learnt that I would hate for my own child to ever have negative thoughts about her body, and I that I need to ensure that she hears her Mom talk about how much she loves her body. I’ve learnt that my husband, family and closest friends do not give a single crap what size I am and that neither should I. I’ve learnt that people at the beach aren’t going to point and laugh at me, that they themselves likely have the same insecurities that I do. I’ve learnt that some years I will be a size 6 and some years I will be a size 10 and that is a-okay. I’ve learnt to accept myself the way that I am whether I ever obtain a “perfect” beach body or not. I’ve learnt that I would never in a million years talk to any other person the way that I talk to myself and that I need to start being nicer to myself.

I’ve learnt that I am a happier person when I allow myself to occasionally indulge and eat the white pasta with cream sauce, or to have a whole dessert all to myself. I am a happier person when stop I focusing on a caloric intake and outtake and just enjoy myself.
I’ve learnt not to let some symbols on a pair of pants define who I am as a person. I have learnt to fully accept myself and to own my bootlicious self no matter how licious my booty is that year…

I’ve learnt that my thighs will always be each others best friends, that they have such a strong bond that there is nothing that I can do to separate them. They keep each other company. They tell each other secrets. They cuddle and snuggle each other when comfort is needed. I’ve learnt that it’s okay if I’m never able to grate cheese off my stomach. It’s okay if my arms wave back at you a little bit when you wave to me… they are friendly and for that, I love them.

I’m more than the number says on the scale. I no longer allow that number to reflect who I am. I value so much more in this life than jeans that might be a little bit too snug. And that, my lovely, is why size does not matter.

Enjoy Life,
L