Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Turning 30

                As Tim McGraw sings it “I think I’ll take a moment, and celebrate my age. The ending of an era and the turning of the page”
It is here, I’ve reached the big 3-0! And I’m welcoming it with open arms. Although all my plans for life have not panned out, I’ve had a great life with many blessings and many adventures.  
My birthday celebration started last Friday.  My Best Friend surprised me with a trip to get my hair done (while she watched my kids). It was a nice time to relax and just enjoy some “me” time – something I don’t really allow myself. And you always feel fantastic after getting your hair done! I had a bit of down time in the afternoon before some family, close friends and I headed out to a local pub for wings (yummy!) and drinks before heading to the Hotel for more drinks. We had an awesome time! The highlight of the night, they actually asked for ID to make sure I was legal at the Hotel.
Saturday night I got to celebrate my birthday with my family. I decided rather than cooking we would order sushi and go pick it up – much easier to control the kids at home then in a sushi restaurant. It was nice to have someone else cook.
That brings me to today – my “actual” birthday. I have to say it has been pretty low key. A close friend brought me a Tim Horton’s Mocha (my favourite!) and we have a nice chat over coffee. From there the kids and I headed into Calgary to get Blade’s hair cut, go grocery shopping at Costco (yikes!) and finish up the groceries at Walmart. Once home we headed out to the barn to spend a little time with Lachlan before he had to go to an appointment this evening. I am completing my day finishing up this post and zoning out in from of the TV.  I haven’t done any laundry, dishes or cooking today, my own little gift to myself.
So here I am, 30 years old. I don’t feel any older as usual, but most days I have a hard time remembering my age at all (maybe that’s a sign of my age).  I truly believe the best is yet to come – because if my best days are behind me, I might as well die now.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

It's Mid-Month - How I'm doing...

   We have reached mid-April, so to keep myself accountable I am posting how I'm doing on my 3 in 30 goals for April :

1.       Start my own blog
2.       Finish Blade’s quilt
3.       Get those Taxes done

  Well, the blog has been started (ta-da!) and I have been posting on a regular basis. I also made a quick trip up to my parents on Monday to take my taxes to the wonderful volunteer that has agreed to do them. Our volunteer does our taxes totally free of charge, so I am plotting a nice basket of goodies as a Thank You for all his work. Any suggestions of items to include? I am thinking some nice tea, cookies...hmm, need more thought on this.
  The one goal I really need to get my butt in gear for is finishing Blade's quilt. I have a few more stars to hand applique on, and plan to have that finished before this coming weekend so that when we go to Mom & Dad's for Easter we can get it on the stretcher bars, put it all together and get it tied so that all is left is the binding for me to complete before the 30th.
  It is all achieveable, just requires some committment and motivation. My motivation is here somewhere...I bet it's under all this snow.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Snakes vs. Bears

   Being married to an Aussie, I love the difference in what Australians and Canadians (specifically me) perceive to be a threat, aka something that can kill me. I hate snakes, even the harmless ones that reside here in Alberta. They are un-natural to me, they have no legs and yet they can move at an alarming rate. Gives me the heebee-jeebees.
   When I visit Australia, I am always on the look-out for snakes. I don’t want to see them, but if I’m going to then I want some lead time to (quietly, calmly, nonchalantly) get the heck out of the way! Lachlan has consistently regaled me with stories about finding carpet snakes (harmless) in the living room, or pythons (harmless) in the rafters of the barn, or brown snakes (poisonous and can kill you!) in the garden. Eek! I am petrified of having to get up in the night to go to the bathroom and stepping on a snake taking a siesta in the hallway. Or walking into the barn and a python in the rafters dropping on me. Or walking through the grass and a brown snake that I can’t see, biting me and I’m going to die. Irrational – probably a little, but I didn’t grow up with snakes around like Lachlan did. There are certain precautions that Aussies take, like never flip over rocks or logs with your hands and always shake out your boots before you put your foot in. Why would you leave your boots outside so a snake (or poisonous spider – yes, they have those too) can take up residence over night??? Ugh!

(I can't even post a picture of a real snake...like I said, gives me the heebee-jeebees)

  Aussies, on the other hand, have a fear of bears. Now to me this is just silly. In my lifetime, I have maybe seen 5 bears and I even live in the Foothills of Alberta where there is a greater chance of a sighting. Heck, in elementary school we had a little black bear that took up residence in the woods above our school for a short time. I was practicing for our cross country run and had to pass right by him in a clearing (at a walk of course, didn’t want him to think of me as lunch). But it was no harm, no foul. I wasn’t even scared.

   My rational, you can see a bear coming and plan an escape route accordingly. A snake, however, can sneak right up on you unawares – or you forget to shake out your boots and willingly allow yourself to be bitten. I just know one is to bite me, that’s why I’m wearing my cowboy boots at all times when visiting, less chance they can poison me through the tough leather.

   Lachlan keeps trying to tell me that they are more scared of me then I am of them...but I doubt it.

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

The Laundry Pile

   There is a rule in our house, Don’t take laundry out of the dryer until you are prepared to fold it and put it away. My husband does not follow this rule, which results in this:

   Baskets and baskets, hours and hours of folding to be done. By who? By me.  I dislike folding laundry! Correction...I dislike laundry, period.  Hubby refuses to do it. Actually, he refuses to do anything that does not belong to him. Which makes me rebel and refuse to do any laundry for him. I have enough to do and laundry is definitely low on my priority list. Way low. I would like to say it doesn’t even make the list but we need clean clothes occasionally. So this is what our laundry baskets look like:
And this:

And this:

   I’d like to say I’m always on top of it, but truth be told these baskets are never empty. Especially mine. If laundry is low on my priority list, my laundry is a mere footnote on the list. As in, I have no clean clothes so I must really make an effort to wash something so I can appear in public.
I’ll get to it, maybe, eventually, someday...when we’re all out of clean clothes and I have no choice.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Meet my Family

As a glimpse into my life and an idea of who I am, I’d like you to meet my family. Now I come from quite a large band of parents, brothers and sisters (there is 5 of us kids), a sister-in-law, a sister-in-law to be, a nephew and a niece, so I’m going to keep it simple and limit it to just my immediate family.

The Love of My Life, my Soul-mate, Lachlan.

Not everyone believes in soul-mates, my husband included, but I always did, and I always knew he was out there and we would be together. Let me tell you, I did get discouraged at times believing that he was never going to show up and that I was going to have to settle for less, but he did show up, in an unexpected place at an unexpected time from an unexpected location (stay tuned for our story). Lachlan is my hard-working, loving, hilarious partner and I am so thankful for him in my life.

My son Blade, age 2 ½.

 What a character! I know I will regret saying this, but I really can’t wait until he starts talking clearly – I’m positive he has a wicked sense of humour (just like his Daddy!) He is such a boy in all things he does. He loves to run, jump, climb, wrestle and help whenever possible. Blade is constantly in motion, even in his sleep (he is both a cuddler and kicker in the night, I dread sharing a bed with him). He never ceases to amaze me in all ways.

My daughter Gemma, age 8 months.

After starting with a boy, and knowing boy things, I was leery of being blessed with a girl. I’m not a girly-girl and not sure I can keep up while she is turning out to be quite the little diva. But what a blessing she is and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. She has a determination and smile to die for! And what a little chatterbox. I’m not sure if it is a girl thing or a second child thing, but Gemma likes to tell us all what is going on, or what to do, depending on how you look at it.

So this is us, the Bells. We’re normal, we’re busy, we’re wonderful.