Little Spring on the Prairies.....

It looks like the beginning of Spring here in AB.....the kids are wearing mitts in the morning, and coming home in wet gum boots at the end of the day....things are mushy, brown or grey...and there is snow  the forecast for the next few days. Yuck. I know, it's like this every year.....but nearly 15 years in the province, and I still don't like it.
Move to another province you say? No dice folks, I'm married to an army man....

See this picture? I used to live there....well, not THERE, but, on that island.  That's what I wish for, to live somewhere like this again. I suppose the prairies have their own beauty, but there is just something about being close to the ocean. Maybe in my next life?

Easter Break for the kids is finally in sight ( we don't do Spring Break here, not exactly sure why). We are ALL so ready for this break. the kids have Spring Fever, and I need a week off of making lunches....oh, how I hate to make lunches.

Nanny and Poppa are coming to visit that week too, all the way from Cape Breton. They will be shocked by just how big my Meemies have gotten in a year's time....the hubs and I will be taking advantage of their visit, and heading into the city for an overnight stay....Thanks Nanny and Poppa.

I suppose I should get back to my Domestic Duties....I've worked out, had a coffee, no more excuses left.

The Funk vs The Junk in my .....Gut?

I've been feeling a little funky.....I've been talking about making a comeback.....yadda yadda yadda.....but the funk has not shrunk....neither has my waistline.

Bob's been glaring at me from the front of his dvd cases, which I have left on my TV stand, in plain sight....it has not spurred me to action as I had hoped it would.

This morning, I put on my workout clothes when I rolled out of bed. I HAD to get my body moving today. Got the kids ready and out the door, got Hubs out the door, fed the dog....and I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed.....like, my eyes were droopy, I was cold, and the duvet was calling sweetly to me.

I did not listen. I didn't do a killer workout either... my workout was good for the ol' bod, but even better for the soul.

I played "Just Dance 2"....and yes, I say played. Why? Because I did all the silly songs that I would be too embarrassed to do without an infusion of alcohol were I doing them in front of others.

"Wake me Up! Before you go-go"
"Holiday"
"Tik Tok"
"Rasputin"
........and other assorted tunes.

My heart rate was up, I broke a sweat, but more importantly....I was grinning like a fool by the end of it. 

Not sure if Bob would have approved of my choice.....oh well. I'm doing this for me.

Shhhhh...yup, it sounds like nothing.....

Wednesday morning, and I hardly know what to do with myself. The kids are at school, Hubs is at work, Dexter is exhausted from our morning walk and is napping it off in the chair.....and I have nowhere to be today. After the last few weeks of craziness....well,it feels wrong. ( But if this is wrong, I don't wanna be right.....)

The kids are glad I left my job. They all said they were fine, but, they're still young enough to want me around I guess....not that they want to BE with me exactly, but rather, they like my presence in the house. My darling little Screaming Meemies, getting bigger, but not grown just yet.

Oldest may have enjoyed the money he was getting for the child minding, but, he is equally relieved to have been....umm.....relieved of his duties. Son #2 stops by and hugs me, Son #3 has a zillion stories to tell me, and Littlest tells me I look nice....all is right in their world now I guess.  ;)

Now I need to make myself a schedule and get back to taking care of this family, this house and me....but, for just this moment....I'm going to sit here, sip my coffee and listen to the clock tick
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....and log onto Facebook.  :o)

It Would Smell Wonderful......

Something more....something more.....

Something More:


A little shop, decorated by me....in "my" style. Nothing perfectly matched, but, somehow it all goes together. Warm colours, soft textures, all whispering "welcome" and "comfort" as you step through the door...

It would smell wonderful.


What kind of shop, you might be asking yourself.....it would be a small coffee and bake shop.  Not a big menu of any kind, just a few things daily. I'd have good coffee on offer ( and I'd even pour it for folks...something that is lacking in town here). I'd also have tea, and not just the trendy types, but good Orange Pekoe!

I'd display local art and small crafts, have photos on the walls taken by the people who frequent the shop.

It's the sort of thing my Dad has talked about doing for years.....seems it's seeped into my brain as well.

I know that most new small businesses fail....doesn't make me want it any less.....that's the whole point of dreams are that they are what you wish for, not all you can do.

Now.....to turn a dream into a goal.....