tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44415966161517387482024-03-05T04:58:06.326-05:00Kclarke5Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-57468750750076237512011-03-31T16:48:00.000-04:002011-03-31T16:48:58.779-04:00Breast feeding: for mature audiences only?I got caught up in a bit of an online debate today around breast feeding. Apparently there is this new toy down south that has sparked controversy because it *gasp* encourages breast feeding.<br />
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See the shocking news clip <a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/life-video/video-breastfeeding-doll-sparks-controversy/article1964796/">here.</a><br />
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Having worked with young children, I have seen young ones mimic breast feeding their dolls, just as I have seen them bottle feed, spoon feed, burp, change diapers, read stories, put down for naps, and yes, even spank them. Roll playing is an important part of a child's development. It helps them form their own values, ideals and even memories based on what they have witnessed Mom, Dad and others do and say.<br />
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So at what point do you draw the line in children's role playing? Would you tell your child that it's okay to bottle feed baby in public, but not breast feed? Haven't women been struggling for that right for generations?<br />
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Canadian Living asked on their Facebook page whether a breast feeding doll was "too much" for young children to be playing with. The answers were varied and heated. Some people were disgusted. Some thought it was robbing children of their innocence. One woman thought it was a step away from giving them sex dolls to see how babies are really made (really?). Another worried that such a toy would surely draw the attention of pedophiles. Many seemed to adopt the idea that it was pushing children into an adult situation that is not age appropriate.<br />
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See the shocking comments <a href="http://www.facebook.com/canadianliving/posts/114465815299159">here.</a><br />
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The really unfortunate thing is that many of these opinions came from women who claim to have themselves breast fed their children. So it would seem many have bought into the notion that although healthy, breast feeding is still kinda wrong.<br />
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Personally, I think it's the adults who have twisted ideas about breast feeding, which makes it all the more important to assure young children that it's not yucky, silly or otherwise inappropriate behaviour. Nor is it "adult-only" behaviour. No, breastfeeding is most certainly an adult-child phenomenon, so why shouldn't children have a stake in the issue?<br />
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That said, I would probably not buy the toy. I'm personally not a fan of automated toys with singular functions. I think they discourage the use of imagination and creativity. That, and changing batteries is annoying. But I would not discourage my kid from breast feeding his or her (yes, boys like to mimic breast feeding too) doll, teddy bear or even GI Joe.<br />
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What do you think?Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-15465700384884297592011-01-31T11:49:00.001-05:002011-01-31T11:58:14.676-05:00Bra Shopping: Triumph or Tragedy?<b>** Boys, feel free to skip this one. I'm going to talk about bras, shopping and body-image. You've been warned**</b><br />
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I set aside a few hours this weekend to do some serious shopping: I needed both bras and a bathing suit for an upcoming trip. This deserves a little back story though, as shopping for bras has always been a <b><i>nightmare</i></b> for me. In case you're unaware -- and there's no cute or polite way to get around this -- I have large breasts. Every woman thinks she wants bigger boobs (or at least every man designing bras assumes every woman buying them wants bigger breasts). I know this because it is increasingly difficult to find bras without inner padding, push-ups, gel inserts, cushions, and now there are even <a href="http://www.lasenza.com/eng/products/bras/pushup/double-push-up-lace-bra?214001-151">"double push-ups"</a>, which are basically foam filled falsies on a band. I don't want bigger boobs, or the appearance of bigger boobs. I just want something to hold 'em in, strap 'em down, and keep 'em in place. <br />
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Not only do I have larger-than-average lady parts, but I have them on a petite frame. I have narrow shoulders and a small ribcage, so I need a bra with large cups on a small band and straps that are close together. I like the idea of crisscrossed straps or a racer-back to keep the straps in place, but now I'm being picky. Shopping for a decently appropriate bra is like searching for the holy grail, and at times I wonder if such an item is the stuff of fantasy. I frequently leave stores empty handed, frustrated and sometimes a bit emotional. On one memorable occasion I even managed to bring a sales associate to tears with me.<br />
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Up to a few years ago I was wearing a 32DD, but I'm not quite as slender now and am in a 34DD. Thank goodness, because the 34 is a bit easier to find. I know I could easily find a well-fitted bra at a specialty store, but I just can't justify the specialty price. Why should I have to pay $150 - $300 for something the rest of the world pays $30 - $50 for? If it's needed for a special occasion and there's no getting around it, sure, I'll shell out the dough, but I'd really rather not. <br />
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Most mall-variety bra stores (and I'm talking stores that sell only or primarily ladies undergarments) do not carry my size, or carry it in one or two styles only. When I ask for my size I often get a stunned look, questions about whether I've been fitted properly, or offers to try a different size that "might do the trick". I've been told it's an unusual size, it's a popular size that sells out too quickly, and once that it's a "European size." Well thank you very much. How silly of me to think my European sized body would work over here in North America. My mistake, I guess.<br />
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Well this weekend I lucked out at Sears, of all places. I tried on more than a dozen bras, of which about half were actually 34DD. Not only did I find some that fit nicely, I walked out of there with not one, but FOUR bras. Two were on clearance (one of which was a minimizer -- the opposite of a push-up!), and they were also having a buy-one-get-one sale on boxed bras. I was only able to find one boxed style of bra in my size that didn't look like something my grandmother might own, so I grabbed two of them.<br />
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Challenge one complete: on to bathing suits... <br />
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I'll keep this short, but after some searching I found an amazing, flattering bathing suit for a reasonable price. It was nothing fancy on the hanger, but once I got it on I knew it was The One. It's green, teal and black in a 60's style silhouette. It looks like something <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Holloway">Joan Holloway</a> would wear. I picked it up at Bikini Village for under $100. I was amazed! I did also try on what may have been only the second flattering bikini I've ever tried on in my life, but at $200 for both pieces I thought I'd better stick with the one piece. <br />
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Looking for clothes that flatter my body can be the most frustrating, awkward, embarrassing experience imaginable. And I don't even really have a problem with my "European" body type -- I'm just really tired of not fitting the mold that retailers are catering to. I'm tired of hemming, buying a size up so I can have something taken in, and trying to make something that doesn't fit "do the trick". That said, finding (and wearing!) properly fitted, flattering, comfortable, stylish garments is such a confidence booster! What's sexier than wearing something you <i>know</i> you look great in?<br />
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And that's why I love/hate shopping.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-13720005739681785592011-01-14T14:36:00.000-05:002011-01-14T14:36:05.785-05:00New Year's Resolution FailSo much for my resolution to be healthier! I have been sick for about a week and a half now -- first with a sore throat, immediately followed by a full-blown cold. I haven't been sick like this in AGES! I forgot how much fun it is to only breathe through your mouth and lose your ability to taste food. And then there's the watery eyes, which Jason tells me is actually just boogers coming out of your eyes. Oh, and the dry, chapped, red skin around my nose is very flattering. <i>Sigh.</i><br />
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In other news, I haven't knit a stitch in ages. I'm hoping to get some knitting and card making done this weekend. We'll see how I do. One of my problems is that I love starting projects, but finishing them always seems like a nagging chore. It's like the novelty and excitement starts to wane when I'm about halfway through a project. I need to finish at least 2 started projects before I start another, and preferably the baby items for Scarlett -- before she's not a baby anymore!<br />
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Time to get to work. I'm procrastinating writing a report :pKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-58980758481143991372011-01-03T16:10:00.000-05:002011-01-03T16:10:34.871-05:00Happy New Year!<b>Happy New Year.</b> <br />
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I can honestly say I've never appreciated the words more. Not that I had an especially thrilling NYE -- Jason and I went for dinner at Shoeless Joe's (it was good) and to see Tron at the VIP (it was mediocre, but 3D!). Then we went home and enjoyed a glass of 2008 Trius Red (it was wonderful). It was a great date night and I enjoyed spending some QT with my love.<br />
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The last couple months of 2010 were a bit of a drag for me. I was crazy busy with work, social commitments, and personal drama, and I think I started to let things slide. When I get stressed I tend to procrastinate, when I procrastinate I get overwhelmed, when I'm overwhelmed I start to feel down, and when I'm feeling down I procrastinate more. This is part of the reason I haven't been blogging much lately. <br />
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Rather than tackle this issue head on, I decide to spend the holiday break doing nothing. It was very therapeutic. I could have gone on doing nothing for many weeks more, but alas... I'm back to work today, and working away! I'm getting things checked off my "To Do" list, and I'm determined not to continue to be sucked into a cycle of melancholy and stress. Instead, I'm formulating resolutions that will really help 2011 to be a happy new year.<br />
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I have lots of good intentions for 2011, but my main resolution is to <b>be healthier.</b><br />
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By being healthier I mean the typical, eat healthier and exercise more mantra, but also to be more aware of and respectful of my own limits. Be more conscious of my social, intellectual and professional needs. Don't make commitments that I don't have time to fulfill. Celebrate community and relationships, but don't feel guilty about enjoying some "me" or "us" time. Find balance.<br />
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What about you? Do you have any resolutions for 2011? Do you have advice for me?Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-8636691335893923342010-12-10T11:04:00.000-05:002010-12-10T11:04:49.635-05:00Nintendo Wii is Mean<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislFBB-PxIq7dgFME0hEoJO6PYFNp6HLS39DpZipkzklG8fnHzS2Nq1qx9EuqE5FvoDByznPc8n9m-6XTjJolMqD6eDs40sIuvkS9x6k7N7vOS5EjUKj3Stc5WnOBWmdiO-TVS-jQ2_u0/s1600/scale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislFBB-PxIq7dgFME0hEoJO6PYFNp6HLS39DpZipkzklG8fnHzS2Nq1qx9EuqE5FvoDByznPc8n9m-6XTjJolMqD6eDs40sIuvkS9x6k7N7vOS5EjUKj3Stc5WnOBWmdiO-TVS-jQ2_u0/s1600/scale.jpg" /></a></div>I've never owned a scale, but last year around this time I decided to buy Wii fit to encourage me to be more active at home. I dropped my gym membership a few months earlier and I knew I had to do something to keep active. Things went great at first, but then I gained a few pounds. The next thing I knew that mean Wii was yelling at me all the time. <br />
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"It's been 7 days, where have you been? You know you're just gonna get fat if you don't get your a** in gear." "Hey lazy, want some fitness tips?" "You've gained a bazillion pounds since your last visit." "You're not very good at this -- maybe if you showed up you'd get more practice." "You're overweight."<br />
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Pretty soon the mean machine had me so down on myself I only wanted to play Mario. So this summer I started doing some running. I really enjoyed it! My goal was 3 times per week, but it happened more like twice a week. That was okay though, I was having fun. Then when it started getting dark at 4:00 PM I decided I had to give it up for awhile. I may still try to get a run in now and then on the weekend, but I'm not that confident in the snow either. SO, it was back to the Wii. "It's been 200 days since your last visit... and you've gained weight... and you're unbalanced... you suck." MEAN!<br />
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Since Wii tells me my weight in kgs, I always just gave it the benefit of the doubt. You know what though? That POS has been giving me a hard time for no good reason. I have always thought I was at my healthiest when I was working in childcare. I was outside at least twice a day, and active all day every day. I also ate about 7 or 8 times per day (including usually 2 lunches!), napped on my breaks, and was still pretty exhausted when I got home. Despite all the snacking, I stayed pretty slender during that period of my life. So when I went back to school, and then eventually got a desk job, I naturally started putting on a bit of weight, and you know what? I don't fit into a size 2 or 4 anymore, and maybe my bikini days are over. And getting rid of my size 2 and 4 clothes has been sad, but such is life.<br />
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So today I decided to face the fear the Wii has instilled in me and do a kg/lb conversion online. I've gained about 8 lbs since my daycare days (4 years ago). 8 lbs in four years. So it would be nice to lose 8 lbs at some point in the next 4 years, but SERIOUSLY -- I've been letting a game system bully me over 8 measly pounds? <br />
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I'm over it. Pass the chocolate truffles.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-44329858397063973242010-12-06T15:25:00.000-05:002010-12-06T15:25:27.948-05:00Oatmeal Chocolate LoveLadies, if you're feeling a bit under appreciated at home can I suggest baking? This is a conversation that happened at my house this afternoon:<br />
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Jason: Whatcha doin'?<br />
Me: I was just thinking about baking some cookies.<br />
Jason: Cookies? Mmm! What kind?<br />
Me: Oatmeal Chocolate Chip<br />
Jason: God dammit, I love you!<br />
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<a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Oatmeal-Chocolate-Chip-Cookies-I/Detail.aspx">Here</a> is the recipe I use, but I make a few small changes. Start with cold butter, cut into cubes. Beat the cold butter with an egg beater until it's rich, creamy and whipped (2-3 mins). Add the sugar and beat until well mixed, scraping sides. Continue adding the ingredients as listed using the beater. You may need to stir in the oatmeal, but if you can get away with it just use the beater for that too. I reduce the baking soda to 3/4 tsp and the salt to 1/4 tsp. I also substitute the chocolate chips with dark chocolate chips. Yum!<br />
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What's a snow day without home baked cookies :)Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-80985716508479869982010-12-04T11:37:00.000-05:002010-12-04T11:37:44.693-05:00NaKniSweMo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWgNsnvoepa24YPo09elN0KEkub1cO3booK_zIi0KCWbk4B35GEpZmVGB_HZc9mnov7xksWBdWIlLtE9pCSQNRZWlOUapGGoC3Xz6JKK7zSoofjum2oHjHStZR59zZQOC_acmh1hU8Sc/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWgNsnvoepa24YPo09elN0KEkub1cO3booK_zIi0KCWbk4B35GEpZmVGB_HZc9mnov7xksWBdWIlLtE9pCSQNRZWlOUapGGoC3Xz6JKK7zSoofjum2oHjHStZR59zZQOC_acmh1hU8Sc/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Well, NakniSweMo has come and gone, and I'm still working on my <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/kclarke5/baby-sweater-on-two-needles-february">Sweater For Scarlett</a>. The pattern called for knitting the top first, then sleeves, then the body. I was getting really frustrated with the sleeves though, so I procrastinated working on them. Eventually I decided it wasn't worth it, and I've started on the body. I'll go back to the sleeves at the end. I'm going to work on it over the weekend and hopefully have it done by next week. I feel like it just needs a few solid hours, but I also need to get in a few hours of house work :S We'll see which gets done.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-21856660369827588782010-11-25T13:53:00.000-05:002010-11-25T13:53:47.513-05:00Drama DogIt seems whenever we find ourselves too busy to spend much time at home, Mosely compounds the problem of his temporary abandonment by doing something dramatic. I thought he'd really tested the limits of dog drama last year when he managed to find and devour not one, but FOUR BAGS of chocolate kisses. We were so worried about him, we called the vet, bought special upset-tummy biscuits, and I left work early to keep an eye on him. Apart from some gas and extreme hyper behaviour, he was fine.<br />
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Earlier this week Moe escaped the confines of the dining room to find half a <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkKIJoZ2M0RDcscWUFP4kwXH0XJRHA6pvSRwnM_OIrT-xYVamD-7gZlekB4aDFX3XSLj_auIVei3KW1eLle8K3MGrP0rmLftp2BqInvR9VqCMpERTEerUx00IcQqPHSTKNkqa-TO4oboZ/s320/LindtFleurDeSel.jpg">Lindt Dark Chocolate and Fleur de Sel</a> bar, which he inhaled. Jason was a little worried, this being a dark chocolate mishap. I was not. Did I mention he ate FOUR BAGS of various kinds of kisses? Four bags would be enough to put <i>me </i>into a chocolate coma. That same evening he did laps around the living room and started throwing toys at us.<br />
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Then yesterday he found 5 sugar cookies I had completely forgotten about in one of my work bags. Before I tell you about the nickname we've given our precious pooch, I should tell you we know we are completely, 100% responsible for our dog's misdeeds. Chocolate should be kept up high in a place requiring opposable thumbs to get at, ditto for cookies, and we should make sure we are home before our dog gets bored enough to get into mischief.<br />
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We love him to death and are very aware of his attention needs -- and he's not a needy dog at all. All he asks for is food, water, a few minutes outside each day and not to be left alone for 10 or more straight hours. And maybe throw a toy around and give him a cuddle every few days. We're usually pretty good, but this time of year seems to be when we get busy with a lot of after-work stuff. I'll try to make it up to him this weekend. <br />
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His nickname, by the way is A**hole.<br />
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Apart from the obvious, let me begin to break down the problems with this conversation:<br />
- At no point had I mentioned or made reference to my age.<br />
- My parents were college graduates both starting out in their careers when they got married.<br />
- I was a university graduate starting on my <i>second</i> career when Jason and I married.<br />
- What difference does it make how old I was or how old I am in reference to anything I choose to do?!<br />
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I personally feel that attitudes about childhood and youth in our culture have created at much extended "coming of age" that is, in my opinion, to our detriment.<br />
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Historically speaking, children were once regarded as small adults, but fully capable of working inside or outside of the home for the benefit of the family. Toys and games were designed for the wealthy, and generally children and adults played and took part together. While it was known that children required instruction and training of some kind, by their early teens they were regarded as adults -- capable of marriage, running a business, or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_the_Young_King">taking the throne</a>.<br />
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Fast-forward to the current day, and a <a href="http://www.lake-shore.ca/">Toronto-based TV show</a> featuring a house full of twenty-somethings promises to show us what it's like to "grow up" in Toronto.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to advocate for shorter periods of schooling, or teen marriages. But I do think at some point in the evolution of our thoughts on childhood we started looking at children as little idiots rather than little adults. Kids are so much smarter, and more aware, and more <i>capable</i> than we give them credit for. I don't think six and seven year olds should be expected or permitted to work in mines or serve on battle fields. I do have a problem with a culture that doesn't allow eleven and twelve year olds to have a paper route or work on the family farm. See below for the rights and freedoms our children <i>should, </i>but don't always seem to have.<br />
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No, in the current day we expect our "children" to continue their studies and delay all forms of work until they are nearly 30. And then we wonder why they have trouble leaving the nest. I'm sorry, but at 20 you're no longer "growing up" in Toronto -- you're an adult! You've grown! Your shenanigans and antics are not stepping stones on the way to being a grown up, it's just who you are.<br />
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I have to give my parents credit where it's due, they obviously did something right. My 21-year-old sister manages a group of employees, some of whom are high school aged. She was telling me this weekend about a Mom of one of the employees who calls and emails her on a regular basis to discuss her daughter's work. Her top complaint -- <i>her daughter is mature enough to handle more responsibility on the job.</i> My sister replied that when her daughter is mature enough to ask for it herself, then they can talk about giving her more responsibility. Can you imagine? That would be like my Mom emailing my boss to say I deserve a raise. Hey, maybe I can get my Mom to sit on the Salary and Benefits Committee at work to negotiate a salary increase. My sister also told me when she sends out the weekly schedule she has to send it several parents.<br />
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Of course, when I worked in undergraduate recruitment I saw all forms of helicopter-parentism. Everything from the worrying hoverer to the intrusive "stealth fighter" parents. Good grief, cut the cord already! NEWSFLASH -- by the time your child reaches university, he or she is a fully functioning adult, capable of making his or her own decisions. If that is not the case, you've done something wrong. I once had a lengthy conversation with a Mom who wanted to know what her son should take in first year if he was going to get in to <i>both</i> the Richard Ivey Business School AND dental school. I asked what her son was interested in and she scoffed, "Nothing. He hates school -- he only likes video games." Bummer Mom, but your little high achiever who has no academic aspirations probably isn't going to get his MBA or pursue oral surgery, and he certainly isn't going to do both.<br />
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You may think I'm being a bit harsh, and you may be feeling sorry for any future, hypothetical children I might have. Fair enough, but before I end rant, let's talk about biology for a minute.<br />
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The human brain undergoes two major periods of growth and change (after birth). The first happens around the ages of 2 - 3. We know this time is important for language acquisition and a number of other important skills. The second major growth period happens at different times for different people, but usually between ages 15 - 18. This is why, despite my argument that we don't give children and young people enough credit for their capabilities, you will never hear me advocate for lowering the drinking age. We know there is a LOT of important stuff happening to the teenage brain, but we actually know very little about what's taking place. After this period the human has stopped developing biologically. That's it, welcome to your adult body/mind. I hope you treated them well up to this point.<br />
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Another biological phenomenon I find interesting, especially when talking about people in their 20s and 30s is fertility. Consider the following charts from the <a href="http://www.ivf-worldwide.com/Education/age-related-infertility.html">World IVF Website</a>:<br />
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The news no woman wants to hear, but here it is: your optimal childbearing years are 18 - 25. By the time a woman is 30 (the age deemed appropriate for motherhood by our society) she is entering into her "moderate risk" pregnancy years and has a greater chance of miscarriage, complications, and of bearing a child with chromosomal abnormalities. Is it any wonder 1 in 6 North Americans will have trouble conceiving or carrying a pregnancy to term?<br />
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And yet, somehow at 26 I am considered by some to be "too young to be married".<br />
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Clearly this extended period of youth is a social construction and not based on fact, ability or biology. <br />
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Young people, stop thinking of yourselves as youths. Sure, you may feel like you still have a lot to learn about life, but welcome to the club. The minute you stop learning is the minute you stop fully participating in your world. Stand up for yourself and don't let someone else stand up for you or tell you what to do because they're older. You're as much an adult at 20 as you'll ever be, you just need to start acting like one, and demanding to be treated like one.<br />
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People over 35, stop patronizing the younger generation. Be better mentors by setting a good example and letting younger people make their own mistakes. Parents, stop setting up guard rails for your children. I know, you don't want to see them fall on their faces, but if you've done your job well they'll be okay. Let them jump, and if they fall they'll get back up.<br />
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End of rant.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-46805725425362914542010-11-20T21:44:00.000-05:002010-11-20T21:44:55.063-05:00TroubleI was doing so well eating healthy yesterday, until my dear friend Kate came over with a box of Turtles chocolates and a big bag of Swedish Berries. <i>Sigh.</i> <br />
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Today was a bit better (though I did have to finish off the rest of the Turtles with my sister, Mel).<br />
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Late Breakfast:<br />
- 1 egg, 3 strips bacon, 1 slice toast with jam<br />
- Tea & juice<br />
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Snack:<br />
- 1 blueberry rhubarb muffin<br />
- Tea<br />
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Dinner:<br />
- Roast beef, salad, sweet potato hash browns<br />
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I had a nice sleep in this morning (that's what Saturdays are made for!), before Jason and I went on a nice long walk around town. It was chilly, but gorgeous, and we wished we'd thought to bring the camera. We finally discovered one of St. Marys famous walking paths and it was gorgeous. As much as I loved the walk though, I'm doubtful about ever riding a bike in St. Marys. Good gravy, the hills are intense! Jason thinks I'll come around, but I'm not so sure. When we got home I whipped up a barley casserole for later in the week, and some muffins for our lunches. My sister came over just as they were coming out of the oven. We spent the rest of the afternoon folding laundry and just hanging out. It was a perfect Saturday! The muffin recipe was inspired by the one on <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Rhubarb-Blueberry-Muffins/Detail.aspx">allrecipes.com</a> with a few tweaks. I'll post it once I've gotten it out of my head and on paper!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-54379394532418138092010-11-19T11:58:00.000-05:002010-11-19T11:58:09.845-05:00Healthy Eating BlogI know I usually save the healthy eating blogging for February (heart health month!), but I'm getting an early start this year. My major eating shortcomings are related to sweets, although I do sometimes over-snack and eat carb-heavy meals. I'm going to try to start eating healthier now to avoid some of the pounds that are bound to find my hips over the holidays. I got off to a lame start yesterday when I had a scrambled egg, 2 strips of bacon, beet/apple/ginger juice and... a chocolate croissant for breakfast. It was breakfast on the road and I didn't get lunch until 3:00 PM, so I did have a legitimate excuse to carb up. <br />
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Today I'm off to a good start, so we'll call this day 1.<br />
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Breakfast:<br />
Raisin Bran & green tea<br />
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Snack:<br />
Oatmeal & plain yogourt<br />
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Lunch:<br />
Chicken w/tomatoes & avocado and garlic rice<br />
A juice box<br />
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Emergency Resource/Afternoon Snack:<br />
A banana<br />
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This probably seems like a lot of food (and maybe it is), but if there's one thing I know about myself it's that I need to eat. I need my snacks - if my blood-sugar dips I get shaky, irritable, light headed, tired and all-around hangry. And nobody wants me to be hangry. I haven't quite decided what's for dinner yet, but there's a good chance it will also involve chicken. Maybe that's gross, but ya gotta eat what's in the fridge! I have no plans to reduce my food intake, just to make it healthier.<br />
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Since we all know how I feel about baked goods, I want to whip up something healthy soon. I have frozen rhubarb, blueberries and raspberries in the freezer as well as some overripe bananas on the counter. The possibilities are endless!<br />
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I'm going to need to keep up this healthy eating gig too -- I'm surrounded by germs and my coworker is hacking something fierce as I type. Please pass the Purell.<br />
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#NaKniSweMo is coming along great! One false start and a bit of back-knitting so far, but I'm just about ready to separate out the sleeves on my bebe sweater! I hope to have it done by next weekend so I can start on hubby's sweater. Yay!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-24179257990221657352010-11-16T19:24:00.000-05:002010-11-16T19:24:33.216-05:00#failSo I'm giving myself a failing grade for #NaBloPoMo. Sorry guys -- it's been crazy. And thought it's been NBD, the commuting really does cut into spare time.<br />
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That being said, tonight I will cast on my #NaKniSweMo project! I did some research this aft, and I feel like I'm ready to start. Wish me luck!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-91237626226814581572010-11-13T23:19:00.000-05:002010-11-13T23:19:11.653-05:00Small Town FTWEeek! The day's almost over and I almost forgot to blog again!<br />
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I have to say it's only been a few days, but I am so loving being in a small town again. <br />
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We took Mosely to the St. Marys Santa Claus Parade last night. It was his first parade, and he did alright! Of course he did some typical Mosely whining, whimpering and "singing" along with all the sirens, but I think he had a good time. He especially enjoyed the Shriners looping around in their tiny cars. It was a good time and it reminded me of parades gone by in other small towns. Parents waved from the streets as their children marched, danced or "floated" by. People jumped out of the parade to say hi to friends on the street, and a few randoms joined the parade to do the same. And even though we knew no one, people said hi, petted Mosely and treated us like - well, neighbours. It was great. <br />
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Those of you who know me very well may have heard me lament about my pet peeve with grocery stores. I really feel the grocery store industry did a huge disservice to the economy, consumers and society in general when they did away with the bag boy. You know, that nice young man who used to put your groceries in the bags and then help you take them out to your car? He had a system for putting the items in the bags -- he didn't just throw them in there! It was like a strategic game of tetris (which I should add I've been playing a lot of lately). Everything had to fit perfectly without making the bags too heavy or damaging any of the merchandise. When the bag boys were let go this task was left to the cashiers, but they didn't have the skill or know-how to pack bags -- and they certainly can't help you get your stuff to the car. Now it seems the consumer is most often responsible for bagging his or her own groceries. What a pain in the arse!<br />
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Today I went to the local big-box grocery store, McDonald's Independent, which is just like a Super Store. My first pleasant surprise was being able to park near the entrance on a Saturday afternoon, but that small delight was dwarfed by my elation at seeing extra staff at the check outs whose specific duty was to assist in the bagging of groceries! There were about three cashiers on duty, plus this extra gentleman who seemed to be helping out with older customers. I wondered if he would help them to their cars if asked. True, I didn't personally benefit from the presence of this bagging professional, but my cashier did an excellent job helping me pack my groceries. She put boxes with boxes, fruit with fruit and handed me the eggs to carry out. Just to compare, at my grocery store in London I usually get the cashier with the deep smoker's voice and the only words she ever says to me are "<i>Cart or pick up?"</i> as she hastily throws laundry detergent in the bag with bread and grapes.<br />
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As with any small town though, there are downsides. In the short time we've been here I've already seen at least 4 NASCAR jackets. Not run of the mill driver fan gear either -- I saw one for Hendrick's Motor Sports, one for Dupont with a 24 and one for Office Depot with a 14 on the sleeve. These are serious fans. Hopefully I can avoid them.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-13917882036702308372010-11-12T13:04:00.000-05:002010-11-12T13:04:08.864-05:00Settling In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZBj3tE2iQxd0m9Jml8jfEC3-R88GGB8F63tG_HFmhaXOQUxZPHCK-B9Kfsr9SnoCVpMm-qskPfxVY_hDw-M1Bnog3DU2E3Q-9pOT3r1um-TfN9RGSeWzPbbX8zJcPP1fXwCaTTSTZ08/s1600/IMG_6370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZBj3tE2iQxd0m9Jml8jfEC3-R88GGB8F63tG_HFmhaXOQUxZPHCK-B9Kfsr9SnoCVpMm-qskPfxVY_hDw-M1Bnog3DU2E3Q-9pOT3r1um-TfN9RGSeWzPbbX8zJcPP1fXwCaTTSTZ08/s320/IMG_6370.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>I haven't posted a blog (or knit a stitch) in days! Terrible, I know, but before you start calling me a failure and a liar, let me just remind you I'm in the middle of moving. Gimme a break.<br />
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So, we moved into the new place on Wednesday with the help of some wonderful, amazing, fantastic friends and family. I can't thank them enough for helping make our move so smooth and enjoyable. I didn't stress about a thing!<br />
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Under normal circumstances I would say I hate moving. It usually involves several days of looking like shite, being surrounded by well-intentioned but less than thrilled people who are all looking at you for some kind of direction. Add to that the fact that you have no access to your creature comforts, your former routine is terminated and any sense of privacy is out the window. That was not the case with this move at all! Except maybe for the looking like shite bit -- I even had to do without a mirror yesterday.<br />
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After the official move in on Wednesday, we spent yesterday running around picking up "need" items (like a mirror!) and then doing some cleaning and yard work at our "old house". Today I am doing more unpacking and organizing, planning to register a P.O. Box and do groceries later, and then hoping to catch the St. Marys Santa Claus Parade tonight! Our first community event!<br />
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I think we all feel at home already, but by the end of the weekend I expect we'll be unpacked and really settled in. Even Mosely seemed to know right away that we are not on a visit, but at a new home. After a few laps around the house and sniffing every corner, he got comfortable right away on Wednesday night. He even seems to be doing okay without a fenced back yard for the time being and is currently fast asleep on his leash in the back yard. There will be a few things like that for all of us to get used to, but so far things are going great :)Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-89871484306080345892010-11-08T21:52:00.000-05:002010-11-08T21:52:54.180-05:00TransitionsWell, just about everything's packed now and we're living in this strange state of transition... It's weird living out of a suitcase in your own home. I had a glass of wine with dinner in a coffee mug. Our bed is taken apart and we're sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Pictures are all packed away and the walls look naked.<br />
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All this serves to remind me that we're in a sort of transitionary point in our lives as well. Twenty-somethings, married, no kids. It's an awkward place to be as many people have opinions about what we should or shouldn't be doing. We're too old for this and too young for that, etc. Who made up these life stages anyways -- and who wants to live their life in stages?<br />
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It also makes me think of the house we're moving to in St. Marys. It's beautiful and I love it and I can't wait to make it home!! But it's a transitionary home as well. We always knew our place in London would be our "starter" and we only ever planned to live here for 5 years or so. 5 1/2 years later, we're ready to move on, but not quite ready for our "forever home". Jason and I have always dreamed of a place in the country with a few acres, a barn, a massive garden, and a few beasts. That isn't exactly in the cards just yet, so the St. Marys place is our "in-between". Jason wasn't initially keen on the idea of an "in-between" place, but after looking around and realizing we're still a few years from being able to afford that place in the country, he relented. And I'm so glad he did! It will be nice to get back to living in a small town. St. Marys seems like a really great community.<br />
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And now I think I'm transitioning from awake to asleep very quickly and I'm worried I might be rambling... More move updates tomorrow!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-70163676522253572412010-11-07T19:18:00.000-05:002010-11-07T19:18:19.265-05:00Whoopsy DaisyI completely forgot to blog yesterday and I didn't knit a stitch either. I think I have a good excuse though -- it was the London Short Film Showcase, so I kinda had my hands full. It was an amazing event and I couldn't be happier with the turnout! <br />
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Today I'm feeling quite tired though.<br />
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Jason's parents were just over to help us pack (it begins!!).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjM8RVJ-jDqP8qtvWnD0clv6iYCh693T4LzIn29gulGgVZlBDzimAjfda-R1SLZHqFOUHwdyWAZRAUd25B-mfmoC8YFzzWWU2eSIj_APhVqc-ahgzg_On3_nfhddd0Hk_rk3valxL3MY/s1600/IMG_6343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjM8RVJ-jDqP8qtvWnD0clv6iYCh693T4LzIn29gulGgVZlBDzimAjfda-R1SLZHqFOUHwdyWAZRAUd25B-mfmoC8YFzzWWU2eSIj_APhVqc-ahgzg_On3_nfhddd0Hk_rk3valxL3MY/s320/IMG_6343.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Mosely doesn't quite know what to make of this mess we're making...<br />
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This is the Sweet Pea Blankie I've been working on. It's coming along quite nicely :)Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-61866783390293938062010-11-05T14:03:00.000-04:002010-11-05T14:03:56.094-04:00London Short Film Showcase 2010!Check out this sweet, sweet <a href="http://www.lfpress.com/entertainment/movies/2010/11/05/15986546.html">London Free Press article</a> about the Showcase!<br />
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Many of you probably know I'm on the board for this fun London event. What you may not know is that I was in charge of gathering silent auction items once again this year. Let me tell you, there are a few that I will be bidding on ;)<br />
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Oh, and did I mention the first 25 in the door will get a <a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1128.snc4/149078_456722112082_8740897082_5674830_5364635_n.jpg">swag bag</a> full of, um, swag?<br />
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Be sure to check out the <a href="http://www.londonshortfilmshowcase.com/">London Short Film Showcase</a> tomorrow night at Museum London!<br />
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Get tickets <a href="http://www.londonshortfilmshowcase.com/film-lovers/tickets">here!</a>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-47782310275520036562010-11-04T10:26:00.001-04:002010-11-04T10:30:35.900-04:00NOvemberIf you're anything like me, your time is extremely valuable. I find my days and nights overrun by activities, and all this busyness takes its toll! Add in the move, and I'm really running at max cap. Yesterday my genius hubby shared an idea with me that I want to share with you -- let's make this a NOvember. If you're feeling rundown, burning out, or just too busy, use this month to say "no"**. Even if you just say no to ONE unnecessary item on your schedule, you'll breathe a little easier this month.<br />
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Much of what is keeping me busy this month is work related and will be difficult to say no to. I have many early morning (ugh) and late afternoon events, and one Sunday so far. I am going to commit to not making any more work commitments outside of regular working hours this month. WHEW!<br />
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Luckily the commitments I've made to blog and knit are both things I do for ME, so I don't have to say no to them.<br />
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Moving out of London to St. Marys will make it a bit easier to say no to some "extra-curriculars", but I do still plan to be involved in the Forest City. I hope to also find ways to get involved in my new community... in the New Year!<br />
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<b>Sidenote:</b> If you're NOT too busy and have time to spare, November is a great month to volunteer. There are many charities and non-profits needing extra help in November and December to cope with added need and extra donation inventory around the holidays. If you're looking for ways to be <i>busier</i> in the next few months, I suggest looking into volunteering for one of the following:<br />
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<ul><li>Women's Community House</li>
<li>London and Area Food Bank</li>
<li>United Way of Middlesex & London</li>
<li>The Salvation Army</li>
<li>Please suggest other organizations in need in the comments!</li>
</ul><div>**<i>Please don't say no to the<a href="http://www.londonshortfilmshowcase.com/"> London Short Film Showcase</a> this weekend!! It will be a great event, and tickets are available at a reduced price TODAY ONLY!!</i></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-65240696183442050692010-11-03T10:15:00.001-04:002010-11-03T10:17:33.276-04:00Shopping!!I am addicted to kijiji, the classifieds website. This is not necessarily a new thing -- I have a reputation for searching "beagle" on the site at least once every two weeks (I can't help it, I love beagles). With our move well underway, I have an actual, legitimate excuse for shopping.<br />
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The house that we're moving to is a bit bigger than ours, but we're also using the move as an opportunity to replace some of our old stuff with new stuff. <br />
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Take living room furniture for example: five years ago we bought a lovely couch/chair/ottoman set at Leons for something like $1200. It was very modern and classy looking, and the salesman assured us the soft mico-suede-like fabric would be easy to wipe clean. He lied. Not only is it impossible to clean (even water seems to stain it), but it attracts pet hair and pets like a magnet. And my dog drools in his sleep. And my late cat (RIP Gordon) liked to vomit on soft surfaces. The chair is beyond salvation, so it (and likely the ottoman) will not be making the move. The couch will move temporarily until it can be replaced.<br />
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The new house also has no closets. Like, not-a-single-closet-in-the-place. Old houses are sometimes like that, so we'll be needing dressers, armoires, wardrobes, and other creative storage solutions. So far kijiji has been a godsend in that department!<br />
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We're also planning a big IKEA shopping trip, which I'm super excited about, but figure I might as well get what I can second hand and at antique shops first.<br />
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Before you start telling me about the evils of consumerism and how we live in a disposable culture, let me distract you with this funny parody of the IKEA Cats commercial: <br />
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I also just found out the couch I want now comes in a box, unassembled. THAT'S gonna be awesome.Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-91167978844956390942010-11-02T09:59:00.000-04:002010-11-02T09:59:29.138-04:00Auburn Like AnneI did actually finish it, and just so you'll believe me, here are the pics to prove it:<br />
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I'll try to have @JClarkey take a picture of me the next time I'm wearing it -- it really is gorgeous!<br />
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I will be using the same pattern on a much, much smaller scale for my <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/kclarke5/baby-sweater-on-two-needles-february">Sweater for Scarlett</a>. I'm also undecided as to whether I should do buttons on the top, like mine, or put buttons all the way down like a typical cardigan. I'll keep you posted. I will also be going against the legendary Elizabeth Zimmerman's recommendation to knit baby items in soft wool (which is what mine is), and I'll be making Scarlett's sweater out of a washable cotton/acrylic blend. Having worked many years in childcare, I want her to be able to wear it while she's playing, making messes and being a kid. For some reason a wool baby sweater seems to me like something that would be worn in church and at Christmas. Bleh. I'm also going to try to make it in a size 12 - 18 mos (but I'll totally be guessing as I knit) because she has more tiny baby clothes than she'll probably ever wear.<br />
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Being an Auntie is fun, but I wish she lived closer to me :(<br />
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What else is keeping me busy in November? Well, for starters:<br />
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- The <a href="http://www.londonshortfilmshowcase.com/">London Short Film Showcase</a> (of which I am a board member)<br />
- <a href="http://bytheowner.com/1-and-a-half-storey-for-sale-st--marys-ontario-185510">I'm moving</a> (!!)<br />
- 6-8 work events taking place outside of regular working hours<br />
- And a host of other extracurriculars (Pillar Innovation Awards, a baby shower, a card making night, et al).<br />
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This all seems like a lot (even for me), but I can handle it... I think!<br />
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Unfortunately NaKniSweMo is already not off to a great start as all of my yarn has been packed for the move :S I did just finish a sweater though, so I think I have permission to cheat a bit. Here are my knitting goals for the month:<br />
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- Get at least halfway through the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/kclarke5/basketweave-blanket">Sweet Pea Blankie</a> I am working on for my niece, Scarlett (this is not packed and will give me something to work on until I am sufficiently unpacked)<br />
- Knit and finish one <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/kclarke5/baby-sweater-on-two-needles-february">Baby Sweater on Two Needles for Scarlett</a>, starting by November 15<br />
- Start on a <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/kclarke5/seamless-hybrid">TML Jersey for Jason</a> by November 30<br />
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All this work will be a serious test of both my knitting abilities and my attention span, which is admittedly short. It will also help me prepare for another Heart Health Month blog fest come February!! I am hopeful that the knitting will help with the blog inspirations.<br />
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Overheard this little gem and had a giggle.<br />
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Here is an idea of the thoughts and emotions that precede an event:<br />
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6 Months Prior to Event: "This event is going to be AWESOME!! It will be the BEST EVER!! It will blow last year's event out of the water!"<br />
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3 Months Prior to Event: "Things are coming along smoothly. This event will rock!"<br />
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2 Months Prior to Event: "Wow, this event is coming up fast. No worries, I'll be ready, and it's going to be sooooo much fun!"<br />
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1 Month Prior to Event: "Still lots of time to prepare. This event will be at least as good as it was last year. With luck, it may even be a bit better."<br />
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2 Weeks Prior to Event: "Jeez, there's still a lot of work to do to make sure this event is a success. But, it'll get done. As long as people have a good time I'll be happy with the event -- even if it's not quite as good as last year."<br />
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1 Week Prior to Event: "F* this event is going to kill me! How am I going to get all this work done?!?! How did we DO it last year???"<br />
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1 Day Prior to Event: "This event is going to suck. I hope I don't get fired."<br />
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Now to add to the complexity of all these emotions, imagine they overlap for multiple events. Now imagine you are One Week Prior to and Two Weeks Prior to the two biggest events of the year. Yup, that's where I live right now... So if you don't hear from me for a few weeks... Or if you start to hear nasty rumours about me... <br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Also in the garden, but not featured here are Brandywine and Black Cherry tomatoes. The Black Cherries are on the deck (better sun) and early producers, so I've been eating them for a few weeks. They're delicious and perfectly snack sized! The only problem I've noticed is they sometimes disappear at the peak of ripening. I'm not sure if I have the dog or some other wildlife to blame for it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441596616151738748.post-63513739690203836822010-08-04T08:53:00.001-04:002010-08-04T09:22:42.096-04:00Gone to the Dogs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8otgjrf2URdDZC183WY1Rihg1CRL4dYpeDXBTLHiZemBfQJJto7nIMc0zE5vLRYo6daZJ8IWhvYtSDJzp8_j3JRszbvb3CWxGLSHg5WRAQ1MFjTKc7LqJAp4kQ8MyxTMxa9IHUNxNxyA/s1600/DSCF1074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8otgjrf2URdDZC183WY1Rihg1CRL4dYpeDXBTLHiZemBfQJJto7nIMc0zE5vLRYo6daZJ8IWhvYtSDJzp8_j3JRszbvb3CWxGLSHg5WRAQ1MFjTKc7LqJAp4kQ8MyxTMxa9IHUNxNxyA/s320/DSCF1074.JPG" /></a>I know every dog owner thinks their dog is perfect, but nothing puts things into perspective like spending time with someone else's pooch. This weekend we had a friend's pug, Charlie, over for a sleep over. We thought it would be a good test to see if we can handle two dogs one day. Charlie's family is also going on an extended vacation later this year, so it was a bit of a test drive to see if he could spend a few months with us.<br />
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Charlie was a perfect gentleman for the most part. He is a cute little guy and we loved having him visit. Charlie seemed to like us too, for the most part. He wasn't much of a fan of Moe. The two dogs seemed to get along fine... when they were ignoring each other. I was a little disappointed, as I'd hoped Mosely would get a playmate out of the deal, but I figured it wasn't terrible if they weren't too playful. At least they'd be quiet chums. As the day wore on it became obvious that the two dogs were not about to be any kind of chums. Jason and I were busy working on the house this weekend, so we left them to their own devices in the backyard. After an hour or so passed we peeked outside to see that Mosely had found a comfy spot in the shade and was sprawled out for a nap, as per usual, but Charlie was standing, staring at the back door like he'd been waiting for us to come back the whole time. After that we decided to let him in while we worked. He didn't get into any trouble, but just followed us around with his tongue lolling out.<br />
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None of this was really problematic... It was just kind of worrisome, and a bit annoying. Especially the fact that he didn't relax. I mean <i>really, </i>he didn't relax. In the 24 hours he was with us I only saw him sit when I told him to, and that was only for a few minutes.<br />
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Later on it became apparent that Charlie had some dominance issues. He showed Mosely his tough side at dinner time by chasing him out of the kitchen with a lot of noise and a few bites. I figured that was no big deal -- we'd just have to feed them separately. A similar display when I threw Moe a tennis ball was another red flag. The final straw came later that night when we had some friends over. Charlie LOVES people (hence the following around with big eyes and lolling tongue). He was so excited to see my friends he started spinning in circles. Moe thought that was awesome and took it as an opportunity to play. Charlie was not about to play, and went into full on attack mode instead. Jason quickly grabbed Moe, but I was unable to get Charlie because he doesn't wear a collar (word to the wise -- Charlie's owner advised us that collars could cause a pugs eyes to pop out. Seriously). So poor Moe was unable to escape Charlie's wrath and received many pug bites. Then he started to growl and snap back. Lucky I grabbed Chuck when I did, or we would have had a full on dog fight on our hands!<br />
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So, that was that. He still spent the night, but in the morning we had to tell Charlie's family that an extended stay just wouldn't work out. In the end we realized (again) that our dog is perfect for us. He's very chill and can relax almost anywhere. He lays around for the better part of the day (in the sun, in the shade, on the couch, under the table, or frequently, half on-half off a dog bed). He is quite friendly, but not overly affectionate and very independent. Moe loves us, but he doesn't need us around all the time. If we're watching a movie and he's tired he'll frequently get up and go to bed. We'll often go outside to enjoy some nice weather and later realize we forgot him sleeping inside. He doesn't need a lot of exercise, though we try to walk for 15 minutes every day with one or two longer walks each week. In the winter it becomes much less and all our waistlines suffer for it. He's also a well-mannered walker and I comfortably let other people walk him (even young children) without worrying he'll act up. Sure, he has terrible door manners and is a relentless sniffer, and every once and awhile he gets into trouble, but for us no dog can compare.<br />
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I would still like to add a second dog to our family one day, but I can't help but worry that Mosely has us so spoiled we'll be in for big trouble. What do you think? Can a dog teach another dog how to be calm, cool and relaxed? Or do I just have to hope for the best and see what I get?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S. Anyone know how to rotate a photo on blogger? Seems a mystery.</div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724215067186435509noreply@blogger.com2