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Things I Want to Punch In The Face (TIWTPITF)

There was an awesome list. The  Daily Awesome of things I found humorous or simple in their charm or generosity of spirit.  It’s gone, because I’ve been grumpy (shad-up I’m working on it) but not forgotten and it still rears its head occasionally.  Now it’s definitely been replaced by the “Things I Want To Punch In The Face” (TIWTPITF) list that I have a feeling will be showcasing itself on this space on a more regular basis (while I work on my inner shit peace). Thank you for attention. Now back to your regularly scheduled program.

PS: Get off my lawn!

PPS: Someone much smarter than me even has a book and a website. http://thingsiwanttopunchintheface.blogspot.ca/

Things I Want to Punch in the Face

Daily Awesome = Llamas and Centaurs

How does one get so much pleasure from something so simple?  The daily awesome is not so much in the technical definition of “awesome”  of expressing awe in the remarkable or outstanding but more in the informal sense, that sometimes you have to slow down and appreciate some of the common, everyday things we take for granted.

What goes through your mind while driving? Mine is a strange mix of things I have to do, where I’m going and apparently too many fantasy movies! Driving into work today I saw a black llama cross the road. It looked like a rather small llama, all black with four stubby legs and tall neck. Then as he (because it never occurred to me that it would be a she llama) crossed the road he disappeared in front of the cars ahead of me.  

As he emerge on the other side of the cars he turned into a centaur. Definitely a male looking centaur (so I was obviously correct in my original male llama assumption). By this time I am laughing to myself.  Now in all seriousness I knew it wasn’t an actual llama or a centaur.  As I got closer the guy in a black shirt and his black dog finally got to the other side of the street and divided into two separate entities. I thought how interesting it is what people can see. Fact or Fiction? I saw both a llama and a centaur today. Awesome!

White centaur Women's T-Shirts

PS – I was wearing my glasses, perhaps they need a good cleaning.

Craft Show: Boom, Bust or Bonus

I participated in my first craft show this past weekend. It was part of a fundraising effort for my daughter’s swim club so I thought it would be a nice, non-threatening way to ease into the world of craft shows.

I was right, it was great. I was nervous when I arrived. I had been working for weeks getting my wares ready and I had waaaaaaaaay more shit stuff than anyone else. I was told by a few of the other vendors that I had the best table set up = Bonus.  I thought that was a great compliment for my first show.  My very first sale was to my…Mom. Of course it was. Way to go Moms of the world that still support their children even in the tiny, little side projects they do.  Moms rock and mine = Boom. I was thinking she would be my one & only sale = Bust, until later in the day when a I had a few more. I was able to earn back the money for the table I rented plus a little more = Bonus!

I learned so much from the other vendors. They were very friendly and so open to giving me tips and suggestions or just talking about their experiences. It was a low traffic day. I chalk that up to a learning experience for the club, this being the 1st year of this event and the need to build momentum for the future. Would I do it again? I would! Do I need to figure out a better way to transport all my crap crafts? I sure do but it’s a learning curve like anything else. I also need a studio other than my dining room table to do all my work. My family might like it back.

Now I just need to find another event to sell my wares. I’ll keep you posted.

Daily Awesome = Space Oddity IN SPACE!

How does one get so much pleasure from something so simple?  The daily awesome is not so much in the technical definition of “awesome”  of expressing awe in the remarkable or outstanding but more in the informal sense, that sometimes you have to slow down and appreciate some of the common, everyday things we take for granted.

Commander Chris Hadfield is the first Canadian to command the International Space Station.  His tour is over and he is coming home to Earth but not before he left us with one final video. Not sure why I avoided it all day. Perhaps I felt it might be cheesy even when everyone said it was so good. Chris sings a revised version of David Bowie’s Space Oddity IN SPACE!!  Commander Chris Hadfield you are AWESOME!

Daily Awesome = Swancers Unite

How does one get so much pleasure from something so simple?  The daily awesome is not so much in the technical definition of “awesome”  of expressing awe in the remarkable or outstanding but more in the informal sense, that sometimes you have to slow down and appreciate some of the common, everyday things we take for granted.

So what happens when your swimmer kids have long waits between events?  Well those funny, goofy swimmers make a dance and become “Swancers.” Check out this little bit of deck dancing. I think it’s awesome!

Daily Awesome = Parent Volunteers

How does one get so much pleasure from something so simple?  The daily awesome is not so much in the technical definition of “awesome”  of expressing awe in the remarkable or outstanding but more in the informal sense, that sometimes you have to slow down and appreciate some of the common, everyday things we take for granted.

Today is Day 3 of the Halton Hills Blue Fins hosted Gord Bassett Invitational long course swim meet in Hamilton.  Our team of parent volunteers is AMAZING!  Despite long hours, minor setbacks and even fire alarms this group of wonderful, dedicated coaches and parent volunteers work hard for YOUR kids.  A BIG thank you today to coaches and parents!!! You are AWESOME!

Your Fifteen is My Fifteen

It was 15 years ago today I felt the twinges of contractions. They say you’ll know the difference and you do or at least I did. It was the middle of the night. I thought I would let the Evil Genius sleep a little longer so I just penned down the times I felt the contractions. The night is a strange time, so dark and full of solitude. I woke him. I couldn’t do it – didn’t want to do it on my own any longer. Of course he was calm but alarmed after he looked over the times I’d written down and realized I was already at 5 minutes between contractions.

No, it was not an easy introduction to my first born. It was kind of scary and surreal. I knew something wasn’t right. Still, I laboured dutifully but ultimately had to have surgery to see my daughter. Like in a movie I was wheeled down the hall, watching the ceiling lights go by as I made my way to the operating room. She was born at 10:07am and except for a quick glance that was the last time I saw her until the afternoon. I didn’t feel anything.

Frozen halfway down I was immobilized. Had I been emotionally drained as well? All I wanted to know was the size of her head, convinced it was a cranium of such magnitude that it prevented her from emerging the “normal” way from me. She wasn’t nearly as big as they predicted in the last ultrasound. She was fine. She was perfect. She had 10 fingers and 10 toes and I had yet to meet her. I was in recovery. She was in the nursery for her special needs after delivery. I sat there waiting.

I was finally allowed to move to my room even though I still couldn’t feel my legs or move my toes. The epidural was taking an exceptional long time to wear off. Then my family and friends arrived. People came to see me. They came to see her. I asked how she was. They all said she was fine. I was jealous. They all got to see my baby before me. They got to describe her nose or her blonde hair with the shock of white patch. What was she really like I wondered? I was anxious. I wanted to see for myself. Finally a nurse brought me a polaroid of her. She was crying. This red faced wrinkled thing attached to tubes was mine? I worried that I was already an unfit mother, no maternal instincts, someone who couldn’t love their child. I felt nothing.

It wasn’t until after 4:00pm, some 6 hours after I gave birth to her that they allow me to see her. Still not moving very well I was wheeled down the hall in a wheel chair anticipating the first true meeting of my daughter. Why was I feeling nothing? I was scared of my own lack of emotion and then I hit the entrance way to the nursery. I didn’t see any of the other babies but I heard one. I’m pretty sure it was mine. I just knew. The flood gates opened. I was wheeled right up beside my tiny child, naked except for a diaper, under lights and tubes and tears rolling down my face. I touched her hand. I soothed her. I asked the nurse if I could hold her. As this wee thing was placed in my care just like that I knew. I knew she was mine, I knew I loved her and I knew I would do anything for her. I’m pretty sure I said something like, “Hello Aurora. It’s Mommy.”

It’s been 15 years since that meeting. Happy birthday to my amazing Aurora, a beautiful, smart and engaging young woman. It is her day but quietly I also mark today, more than in other years as my own celebration. Something that I can’t quite believe as I replay the movie in my mind, that this is the day I became a mother.

Sneak Peek: 1st Craft Show

vintage graphics via: graphicsfairy

I’m pretty darn excited.  I’ve been doing the creative side of Chippy Chirpy Quirky for over a year now.  I love the vintage style.  I have always been drawn to the warn and shabby.  I find old pieces so lovely and full of character.

Vintage Style • Hand Made • Unique • Repurposed & Altered Art

I find these wonderful treasures and I wondered if someone else wouldn’t like them too.  I’m doing a craft show this May 11th and I just wanted to show you a sneak peak of the kinds of things I’ve been working on.  I get my graphics from the lovely graphicsfairy They are such wonderful pieces in all their vintage charm.  The vintage servers are meant for everyday display not just dust collectors in the china cabinet.

Vintage Servers/Displays

Vintage French chocolate graphic on gingham

Vintage French postcard on toile

Vintage peacock graphic on toile

Hope you like them.  If you are local come check out the HHBF May Marketplace in support of our swim club! Chippy Chirpy Quirky will be there with bells on or maybe wine under the table…well, it is my first show.

http://www.haltonhillsbluefins.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/May_Marketplace_Poster.pdf

Daily Awesome = Join the Dark Side

How does one get so much pleasure from something so simple?  The daily awesome is not so much in the technical definition of “awesome”  of expressing awe in the remarkable or outstanding but more in the informal sense, that sometimes you have to slow down and appreciate some of the common, everyday things we take for granted.

Sometimes a picture says it all, or these days a meme with words on the picture.  So really no explanation needed other than any day you can see this, on the street, is AWESOME!

Not Your Father’s Tattoo

Long gone are the days of tattoos being reserved for the military and bikers or for the under belly of society. They have slowly, quietly and consistently made their way into the mainstream. Some body ink is pure artistic beauty. Others, well, they could use a little help. Most tell a story of course – themes of courage, adversity, celebrations and memorials are so common now as they weave their way encircling our skin that we are not shocked by their presence on all sorts of people.

I never really considered a tattoo in my youth. I didn’t think they were bad a thing but I suppose just not my thing. Growing up my Dad had a tattoo on his forearm. It was a youthful lark, without much forethought – it was a heart with an arrow through it and it said “MOM.” He has since had it corrected embellished from its faded, fuzzy outline to a colourful sunburst. Not until I was *ahem* older with kids of my own and with the illness, then death of my sister-in-law did I really consider getting one for myself.

YummyMummyClub.ca asked for submissions for Mom’s with tattoos and their stories. There are hundreds of stories, more likely thousands of stories but here is mine:

I have two tattoos. Each is very significant and important to me. I claim one as “mine” and the other is Joanne’s. Joanne was my sister-in-law. She was a young, beautiful woman I had known since I was 11. She was more like a cherished older sister than an in-law. Joanne battled and succumbed to the evil of breast cancer after a 7 year fight. and fight she did until the bitter, bitter end. She left behind my brother and 3 children. She was 41.

The pain associated with the unfairness of her illness and the eventuality of her death was life altering for me. I wanted a way to connect with her even though she was gone. It took me a long time to find something that was meaningful enough to represented her. I settled on Celtic knot butterfly wings, to celebrate her Irish background and the transformation and freedom imagery joined on the body of the pink ribbon symbol. This September marks the 6th anniversary of her death, but Joanne’s tattoo is a reminder of a life never forgotten.

I got my tattoo at the same time I got Joanne’s. I needed to get something for myself, to balance the sorrow. The spiral is an ancient symbol represented in almost all past cultures. To some it represents life force or motherhood. I chose this symbolism to represent me and my two crazy, beautiful, wonderful girls that I have always affectionately called, my “girlies.” A double spiral—two swirlies, for my girlie whirlies!

You can check out more stories here:

http://www.yummymummyclub.ca/family/mummy/20121004/ymc-rethinks-ink-we-love-tattoos Do you have a tattoo? What is it? Tell me your story!