Another day, another thought…or two.

A seemingly random collection of thoughts.

I can’t believe I actually did it April 30, 2009

Filed under: writing — CA @ 9:03 pm
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So I started out the month of April participating in the Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day writing competition. I did this not because I wanted to express my poetic prowess. Hardly. I’m actually not a poet in any sence of the word. I thought this would be a good challenge to think creatively, writing in a way I don’t normally write.

Well, tonight marks the end of the competition and my last poem submission. I saved the best (by that I mean the hardest) for last. Not on purpose. It’s just that it was a specific peom structure that took some getting my head around (you can read about the rules of a sestinas poem here) . And in my book, it’s always easier to put off today what you can do at the last minute, right? But now it’s done, though maybe not correctly, and I’ve posted it for all to enjoy or criticise or ignore, whatever’s easier.

The Promise
She couldn’t wait until tonight.
In her closet hung the dress,
a gift from her mother,
a reminder of a promise.
She gazed at the stars
above, dreaming of the dance.

Everything around her seemed to dance,
The trees, the wind, even the night
sky was full of twirling stars.
She slipped into the dress,
full of hope and promise.
She went downstairs to show her mother.

She thought of her mother
as she strolled to the dance,
determined to keep her promise.
A promise to enjoy the night
wearing her mother’s dress,
the one that has never seen the stars.

Her walk was lit by the stars.
If only her mother
could have worn this dress,
the dress her mother was meant to dance
in. But she wasn’t going to be sad tonight.
She was going to keep her promise.

She thought of her promise
all the while staring at the stars.
Her mother would love this night.
She thought about her mother
and how beautiful she use to dance,
twirling in this very dress.

She danced like an angel in that dress,
feeling full of love and promise.
She continued to dance
until the sky absorbed the stars.
She thought of her mother,
wishing this was instead her night.

She walked home that night in the dress
that was her mother’s. She made a new promise;
that under the stars that someday her mother would again dance.

 

Everything I know I learned from Youtube April 29, 2009

Filed under: family, just me, lessons — CA @ 1:56 pm

Recently we bought a Playstation 3. It wasn’t for the gaming aspect, thought that’s pretty cool. We bought it because we needed a new DVD player. Confused? Well, the larger Playstation 3 allows you to view DVDs and Bluerays. Plus you can create a media server for your movies and other files to view on your TV. Still confused? Well, we bought it because with one machine we can play games, watch movies and surf the web. Clearer?

So we had this new machine and we wanted to figure out how to set up the media server aspect. The manual refers to this feature with a line or two but doesn’t get into how to get it up and running. I guess their thought is if you’re thinking of using the machine this way, then you probably already know what you’re doing. With a useless manual the next step is obvious. Go to Youtube!

So in less than ten minutes I was watching some guy in his room at 3am showing me how to set-up a media server. It was great! Who needs a manual when you have access to everyone around you with a video camera and the need to share? Why just this morning there was a twittersation about old kids cartoons like Hong Kong Phooey. I was trying to remember the theme song and there it was, on Youtube. Some one had made a copy of the opening and closing credits to the cartoon.

I started thinking about what other useful information Youtube might have to help me in my everyday life.

Hmm, let’s see. I’m working in the backyard moving rocks and shrubs. Moving a big rock without tearing up the whole yard might come in handy.

Okay, but what about when my mud messy kids come in from helping me in the backyard and walk across my hardwood floors, even though I told them not to. Now I need to clean the floors.

Okay, with rock lifting and floor washing I’m sure I will start getting kinda hungry. I’ve always wanted to know how to make naan bread in my own oven. And with the help of Manjula’s naan bread recipe demonstration, now I can.

And if I’m working in the kitchen, I know my kids will want to do some kitchen stuff too. What about peeling a hard boiled egg without actually peeling it? A bit of a contradiction I know, but Timothy Ferriss will show you how in his clip How to Peel Hard Boiled Eggs w/o Peeling.

Before I know it, it will be time for the kids to head to bed. And you know what, I can get Richard Armitage (with that lovely British accent) to read a bedtime story to my kids.

And finally, when the kids are in bed, I’ll be able to sit back and enjoy some beer and chocolate tasting with the Brew Dudes and wonder how I ever made it through the day without Youtube.

 

Growing up military April 28, 2009

Filed under: just me, memories — CA @ 10:14 am
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Rollerskating outside the PMQs

Rollerskating outside the PMQs

When I was smaller I was some what isolated from the real world. No I wasn’t institutionalized. And no, I didn’t live on a remote island in the Atlantic. I was a child of the military. If that’s you too, you know what I mean.

My parents were part of the Canadian military, Navy specifically. We lived anywhere there was water, duh. We lived on the east coast (Nova Scotia, where my sister and I were both born) and then moved to the west coast (Vancouver Island) then inland to Ottawa (Ontario), the military graveyard where they go  to retire. Being in the Navy, we never received the glamorous overseas postings to Germany or Africa, but then we were lucky enough to not end up in Cold Lake, Alberta either.

I feel sort of dishonest telling people I’m from Nova Scotia. I mean I was born there, but born of two conservative (not in the political sense), meat and potato eating, southern Ontario parents. I don’t feel I fit in the stereotype of an easterner, though I’d like to think I do. Maybe that’s an argument for Nurture vs. Nature.

Even though we were living in Canada, the military liked to keep us penned up together in our own area. We lived together in substandard housing, we went to church together in our own church, we even had our own school and stores (if you can call the Cannex a store) all located behind a gated wall on the base.

And even when we moved to Ottawa and lived and attended school (high school) off the base, most of my friends were retired military kids. Just couldn’t escape it I guess. But it was one of my friends in high school that gave me a dose of the outside world. We were comparing our parents jobs and where we had been growing up, when one friend said her dad was a school bus driver. And then it hit me that other people do those other jobs. I mean I see them every day, driving the bus, selling tickets at the movie theatre, working in the grocery store, cutting hair, but it didn’t really sink it until these words came out of her mouth. What’s even funnier, all my friends who grew up in the military have gone on to do work in fields no way connected to military life, all that is except my one friend with the bus driving dad. She  joined and became a Military Police officer (she just returned to Canada from being stationed in South Africa).

I toyed with the idea of joining the military too. When I was younger I was actually in the Navy League. Yup, I know semaphore and can play the bosin pipe, very handy skills in life. But I smartened up. It’s not that being in the military isn’t a good life, I think it’s a life ideal for a certain personality and mine just isn’t that.

Now growing up in the military wasn’t all bad. Yes, we lived in cardboard houses (well, it felt that way some times) and the education was pretty poor (I’m surprised I can red? reed? read). I did get to see a lot of the country that I normally wouldn’t have seen. I’ve watched my sister become sea sick on rough seas during family day on a destroyer. And when I had to go to Vancouver to receive a writing award, we sailed across the strait on a destroyer (oops, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that one).

 

Review: Zip.ca April 26, 2009

Filed under: review — CA @ 3:23 pm
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ziplogoWe don’t watch a lot of TV in our house so it doesn’t make much sense to pay for cable or satellite. But we do enjoy a good movie and living  in a big city leaves us in no short supply of movie rental places, one of which is located down the street. Even with a location so close, it never seems to occur to me to drop in and rent something. I had heard about this online movie rental service called Zip.ca and thought about giving it a try.

Doing a little research I found out that Zip.ca is Canada’s leading online video online rental service. They have an extensive library of over 72,000 movies in standard DVD, HD DVD and Blue-ray formats (the latter two don’t play on a standard DVD player) which they deliver right to your door.

Free Two Week Trial

You probably know how a cable package works. You probably know how renting a video at the store works. Well, Zip.ca makes it easy for you to experience how their service works by offering a free two week trial. After answering a few questions my account was set-up (note: you do need a credit card to set-up the free trial, but no charges will be applied if you cancel before your trial ends).

You can choose from one of seven rental plans starting as low as $.5.95/month which entitles you to two movies during that month. That’s less than $2.78/movie. I choose the basic plan of $5.95 knowing that at any time I could change my plan easily online at no penalty to myself.

Your Ziplist

Zip.ca

Zip.ca

Once I my account was set-up the only thing left to do in order to get my first movie sent to me was to build my ziplist. Your ziplist contains all the movies you wish to see. These can be new releases or old favourites. You can even add not yet released movies on your list so Zip.ca. You create this list by searching and ‘zipping’ movie titles found on the site. You can search by categories, popular, highest rated (members can review and rate movies on the site), title, or name (actor/director). You can also place the movies in the order you’d like to see them, though you may not receive them in that order, this depends on what’s in stock. But Zip.ca will do it’s best to send things out based on your priority list. You can add to and delete (unzip) movies on your list at any time. Zip.ca recommends you have a list of at least 20 movies to ensure they will have something to send to you in a timely fashion. Now that your list is done all you need to do is sit back and wait for your first movie to arrive.

No Return Date or Late Fees

And don’t worry if you don’t have time to watch your movie when it arrives. When you rent from Zip.ca you don’t need to return the movie until you’re done, whenever that is, and there’s no late fees. Just pop your movie in the nearest mailbox with the self-addressed, prepaid envelop that comes with your movie and your next one will be on its way.

Additional Features

Zip.ca has some additional features on their site which are kind of cool:

  • Join the Online Community.You can rate and review movies, participate in online forums and discussions with other members, share zip lists with friends.
  • Zip Refill. Once you’ve watched a movie, you can check-off that the film is done and is being returned. This enables Zip.ca to start processing your next movie (depending on your plan) even before your first film has been returned.
  • Zip Rewards. By recommending movies, writing reviews, rating movies and even just having a membership, you earn points. These points can be redeemed for a free movie rental beyond your existing plan or a free month of your current membership and a few other things. It doesn’t cost you anything to participate.

Customer Service

One last thing I should mention that I think is really important and is often over looked, how you are taken care of as a customer. I’ve had first hand experience dealing with Zip.ca when I received a cracked, unplayable disc (this can happen, though I’ve heard it’s rare). The process was easy. Through my ziplist I could report the disc I was returning and what the problem was. I received a follow-up email from Zip.ca informing me that another copy of this movie would be sent to me if I wished, PLUS they were going to send me another movie off my ziplist for free. Both discs arrived a few days later. I was very impressed.

Summary

PROS

  • Movies are delivered right to your mailbox at no additional cost (shipping costs are covered in your membership fees)
  • Membership for as little as $5.95/month (that’s less than $2.78/movie whether it’s a blockbuster or a family favourite
  • No late fees or return deadline to meet. Just pop the movie into your nearest mailbox when you’re done.
  • Added features online (community and zip rewards)
  • Amazing customer service.

CONS

  • You don’t know when you’re movie will arrive or what the movie will be.
  • If a broken or defective movie arrives, you will have to wait for a new one to be shipped to you.

So whether you live in a rural area or the big city, Zip.ca can meet your movie rental needs. I enjoy coming home to one of the red Zip.ca envelops. And it doesn’t matter what the movie is since everything on my ziplist is something I want to see. And their two week free trial makes it even easier for you to give them a try. Oh, and if you do try them out, be sure to tell them I sent you. Now go enjoy a movie.

 

Foto Friday: My little tattoo artist April 24, 2009

Happy Foto Friday

I can’t believe how fast the week has flown by, but I’m not complaining. Friday is upon us again and with it comes Foto Friday. Once again I’m participating in Candid Carrie’s Friday Foto Finish Fiesta. Click over to her blog to check out other snap-happy people or maybe join in.

A future tattoo artist?

A future tattoo artist?

 

My Little Tattoo Artist:I remember being a kids and knowing what I was going to be when I grew up. A librarian. A firefighter. An artist. Okay, so my career choices changed daily, sometimes hourly. My own kids are no different. My oldest daughter right now wants to be a mom, a teacher and a writer/illustrator of kids books (hmm, wonder where that influence has come from). My son, he wants to be a super hero, a robot, a transformer – a good one not a bad one. My youngest daughter has aspirations of being either a nudist or a tattoo artist or maybe a nude tattoo artist (why limit herself). The nude thing I think is just a stage, just like her extreme dressing stage. As for the tattoo artist in her, ever since she could hold a pen she’s been fascinated with the marks it makes on her body. Not her clothes, her body. She’ll pull her socks off and draw on her foot and then put her sock back on. Lately we’ve been able to convince her to express her artist side on paper. But every once in awhile, with pen in hand, I can see the wheels spinning in her head. All I know with all the practice she’s been getting at a young age, if she does decide to be a tattoo artist, she’ll be a damn good one.

 

 

Gifts to avoid this Mother’s Day April 23, 2009

Filed under: family, holidays, just me — CA @ 6:25 pm
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As I’m sure many of you know Mother’s Day is coming up. You know, that special day when our loved ones shower us with love, affection and luxurious gifts. I haven’t experienced this holiday bliss yet, but according to the greeting card and chocolate and flower advertisers, it’s pure heaven.

The discussion of gifts has been on a few blogs I’ve visited, most recently yummymummyclub.ca’s post Top 5 Mother’s Day Gift Ideas. I think having a list of gift suggestions is great, but what happens if the gifts on the list are out of stock or hard to find - is there a lingerie section at Canadian Tire?

I’d hate to put my family under such undue stress of not being able to find something. So I thought of a different gift list.

Mother’s Day gifts to Avoid Giving

  • Kitchen/Cleaning Apparatus – Nothing says enjoy your day off like a new vacuum or electric can opener. I know it may seem like I spend most of my free-time in the kitchen or laundry room but if given the chance I would probably be somewhere else.
  • Exersice Equipment – I may not be in the best of  shape, but I don’t need to be reminded of the fact (did you read my post on exercise). This includes video and audio tapes, books, treadmills, basically anything that’s going to work up a sweat in an unpleasant way. Of course this doesn’t include the new Wii EA Active Sport. Check out fellow blogger and EA Active Sport Challenger CutieBootyCakes. Who ever thought exercise would be such fun.
  • Duct Tape - I know there are shows and books praising the benefits of duct tape to solve everything, but what am I going to do with it? And don’t say fix the hole in the window screen or secure the handle to the soup ladle. Anything that has to be stored on a basement shelf or in a toolbox is a definite no-no.
  • Dinner Out – Actually treating me to a night of someone else cooking and cleaning-up after the family meal can be a nice gift. It really depends on where you take me. If the table and chairs are bolted to the floor and the food is served in cardboard boxes, you may want to think again.
  • Pet Snake- Yes, snakes look cool when they swallow a mouse whole. Yes, I may have been to the snake exhibit at the local zoo three times this year (though you’ve probably forgotten I was taking the kids). But scaly, slimy, slithery animals that can grow to the length of your living room do not make ideal gifts . This also includes anything in the bug, rodent and monkey category.

This is in no way a complete list. Feel free to add anything else you think family should steer away from for Mother’s Day gifts this year. I may not get a trip to the spa or ten minutes of peace and quiet so I can shower, but if my family follows this list at least I won’t be crying this Mother’s Day.

Oh and if you wouldn’t mind forwarding this post on to my husband I would be eternally grateful.

 

Leftovers April 22, 2009

Filed under: food, writing — CA @ 1:26 pm
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So I’ve been catching up with some of my poems for the Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day competition. Monday’s prompt was to write a poem about rebirth. You can guess what my first thought was as a mother, but I didn’t want to write about blood and sweat and screaming and such (hmm, think I have some birthing issues to deal with). Instead I thought about something many moms encounter: dinner and what to make. Probably a bit of a stretch on the subject of rebirth but here it goes:

Reheat on high

Monday night’s noodles.
Tuesday night’s carrots.
Wednesday night’s chicken.
Thursday night’s mushrooms.
Toss in a bowl and
reheat on high.
Friday night’s dinner.

 

Juice Box Jungle: Exercise? Who me? April 22, 2009

Filed under: Juice Box Jungle, children, just me, lessons — CA @ 9:37 am
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So the latest Juice Box Jungle video has me thinking about exercise and how it fits or rather doesn’t fit into my life.

More parenting videos on JuiceBoxJungle

Yeah, I know exercise is important. We all know that. And before kids yoga was part of my regular routine. But somehow when kids entered the picture everything changed. What hasn’t changed by the introduction of these little people.

Now I’ve never been a fan of going to the gym. Perhaps if I was in better shape I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious about going. But I wouldn’t need the gym as much then would I? It’s a vicious cycle. And even if I didn’t feel so intimated by the whole gym environment, between work and kids and home and writing and… well, who has time to go?

But as I said, exercise is important and I’m very aware that I have three little people who look to me as an example. So instead of trying to go off on my own, behind closed doors, I try to incorporate exercise in my everyday routine, things my kids will see.

Oh, you want to know how? Well here’s a typical routine:

6:3oam – drag two tired kids out of bed and into the bathroom (my youngest is up on her own at 6)
6:45am – chase youngest around the second floor to try and get clothes on her which is hard since she’s in a clothing optional mindset
7:00am – Stretch to get kid’s shirt on. Stoop to get those socks on. Twist to move on to the next child and repeat
7:30am – Breakfast: Kids at table eating. Back to kitchen for more milk. Back to kitchen to get extra fruit. Back to kitchen for toast forgotten in toaster. Back to kitchen to put dishes in dishwasher.
8:15am – Run up to third floor to get permission form that was due back yesterday.
8:30am – Walk oldest to school with middle and youngest in sit/stand stroller which I have to push (uphill, both ways :-) ).
9:00am – Walk back home pushing stroller and holding hands of both kids (yes, I do have three hands)
9:30am – Entertain two kids at home by playing super heroes, building forts out of sheets, and racing cars down the hall, all while doing laundry, vacuuming, making beds, cleaning up toys, putting clothes back on my youngest, to name just a few things.
12:00pm – Lunch. Repeat breakfast routine.
12:30pm – Push kids to school in stroll. And if you’re like me and wait until the last minute to leave the house you’ll get an extra cardio push because you have to run to get to the schoolyard before the bell.
1:00pm – Walk my youngest back home doing the sloham to avoid old men talking, stray dogs and other strollers.
1:15pm – If my youngest is kind enough to have a nap now I’m usually able to get some writing and work done during this cool down stage
3:150pm – Run back to school pushing youngest in stroller since I have, again, left late.
3:45pm – Walk home convincing my middle child that he needs to walk and not ride on the stroller no matter how loud the stroller seat is calling him.
4:40pm – Start dinner preparation. This seems early but with interruptions and homework and battle negotiations if I start much later we won’t sit until 7pm.
6:00pm – Dinner. Repeat breakfast eating routine.
7:00pm – Undress, bathe, brush (hair & teeth), dress. Repeat for each child.
8:00pm – Bend good night song. Bend hug. Bend kiss. Bend another hug/kiss. Move to next room and repeat
8:30pm – Start drinking (water of course) and unload from today and mentally prepare for tomorrow.
REPEAT five times a week.
Friday alternative – On Fridays the kids are allowed to have TV on so it doesn’t take much to convince them to compete in a  hula-hoop contest, or downhill skiing, or boxing all on the Wii Fit (I love that machine).

Okay, I won’t win any fitness competition with this routine or get into that size 6 bathing suit (like I ever fit into it), but at least I don’t have to worry about creating excuses about why I can’t get to the gym. And I don’t need to feel self-conscious about how I look since my kids love me just the way I am. Who can ask for a better support team.

I’d love to hear if you follow a similar routine or something complete different. And don’t forget, tell me about your support network in case I need to borrow it when mine our busy doing homework.

For more ideas on exercise and other parenting videos, visit Juice Box Jungle.

 

Who are you? April 21, 2009

Filed under: just me, school, seasons — CA @ 11:06 am
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There are many ways you can tell it’s Spring, beyond just the date on your calendar: your mailbox is full of flyers from real estate agents looking to list your home or sell you a home or both, construction crews seem to be doing road work along your everyday road routes, the ice-cream truck now parks outside your house just as you’re getting dinner ready and many other not so pleasant signs. Okay, I’m not a fan of Spring.

But there is one sign of Spring that isn’t terrible. I’ve noticed it recently, people emerging from their hibernation. I’m not talking about those people coming out of their house after being shut-in during the cold months. I’m talking those who’ve released themselves from the mobile caves: the hats and scarves and bulky snow jackets. I’ve seen a lot of them at the school yard. People, parents or caregivers I’m assuming, that have been reduced to descriptions by their winter attire like gray lump mom with the pink pompom hat or puffy blue dad or the multi-coloured peeker.

With outer layers stripped away I don’t recognize anyone. One parent tried to strike up a conversation in the school yard while waiting for our kids to be released. Her mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear anything because I was preoccupied with trying to figure out who she was. I held my hands up in front of my face like trying to frame something for a photo revealing only her eyes. Ah, multi-coloured peeker.

Spring. People look thinner, taller, happier. It’s like rediscovering everyone all over again. Nothing wrong with that.

 

A therapeutic outlet April 20, 2009

So with my daughter’s birthday happening this last weekend, I’ve fallen behind on a lot of my writing, including my Writer’s Digest entries for the Poem-A-Day competition I’ve been participating in. Well yesterday’s prompt was to write an angry poem. At first I thought this would be difficult. Not because I don’t get angry, but usually by the time I sit to write about being angry, the moment has passed.

But as I read through some of the other poem’s people submitted I was reminded of an incident that occurred to me this weekend when I was out. I was turning at an intersection, the street was clear. I was halfway through the crosswalk when a pedestrian decided to cross, at an angle, outside of the crosswalk, but in front of me. He was so annoyed with that he kicked the back of my van and put a crack in my tail light. I was furious, but I had the three kids with me so what could I do. I’ve been trying hard to behave myself when driving with the kids and this can be hard on some days.

I’ve been both inside the car and outside and I’ve encountered many pedestrians that seem to think they’re above everyone else around them. And it drives me nuts. So now I had something to write about. And actually writing about it was kind of therapeutic (sort of).

Pedestrian ass

 

You walk four or five abreast

letting no one get by.

 

You cross in the middle of the road

causing cars to swerve.

 

You plow your way through

knocking people without apology.

 

You wade out looking for your bus

stopping vehicles from turning.

 

You are ignorant of anyone around you.

You’re an ass.