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This dessert was one of my favourite parts of my visit to the CNE…almost a month ago!!!  Where did September go?  Its been a crazy month, I’ve been sick for the last of it.  And, not just with a cold.  I had another bout with food poisoning, or maybe it was the stomach flu, on Friday.  It was not pretty and I will not go into descriptive detail, to spare you all, but it was rough. 

The terrible thing about being so ill on Friday is that my friend had planned a belated surprise for my birthday that night.  I had an idea of what it was, a spa treatment, but wasn’t sure exactly what.  Anyways, I left work pretty much a  hour after I went in (half of that hour was spent in the bathroom), there was no way I could have made it through the day, and slept when I got home.  I wasn’t sure I would be able to make it to my friend’s surprise and I felt so bad because I knew she would be dinged for the appointment.  Thankfully, I felt better by the late afternoon and decided to go.  I was feeling pretty frail, I had not eaten all day, and didn’t realize how frail I looked until my friend pointed out how pale I was when she saw me.  She had never seen me like that before and I had never seen myself like that either.  But, I guess when you’ve emptied your stomach numerous times, it shows.  After a lovely facial though, I got my colour back.

Anyways, September was not as productive as I wanted it to be.  I’m not behind, but I’m not as ahead as I’d like to be in the goals I’ve set.  I have to repair this leak in my master bathroom.  Its been leaking for a while (I hate to confess how long cause then you’ll all know how lazy I am) from the suite above me (thankfully into my bathtub), but I just haven’t put in a maintenance request to get it fixed.  If I want to sell my place, I need to get it fixed.  Moving is a pain in the ass, but now that I’m finally that much closer to what I really want to do, it’s worth all the inconvenience.

If  l learned from anything that’s happened this year, doing and thinking are two very different things and I’d rather be inconvenienced and doing something than just thinking about it.


So, on the weekend, my youngest nephew had his birthday party.  He turned the ripe old age of 3.

I had bought him a dinosaur play tent and some clothes.  I opened up the tent when I got to the party, which was being held at my brother’s mother-in-law’s party room, intending to put it together so the kids could play with it when they got there.  Well, I’m not the handiest person, I’ve had my share of Ikea mishaps.  But, I was determined.  It came with two poles and the tent – nothing else.  Easy right?  Hell no.  I fiddled with that damn thing for two hours (which included an exasperated break in between).  There were too many damn pockets/holes to put these stupid poles into and with horrible instructions how are you suppose to know what goes where?!  But, I refused to let it get the better of me.  All the while my sister-in-law, her sister and a friend were nagging at me to stop and let my brother do it.  I was having none of that!

The result?  Tada!

Now, before you applaud my success, the tent wasn’t very stable.  My sister-in-law looked at me sadly and told me, after we saw it in one heap in a corner – when the kids had a go at it – that I probably didn’t do it right – I had got it erect, but definitely not correct.  I just didn’t want to wait for my brother to do it, I had to do it.  I was obsessed.  As my sister-in-law put it at the end of the night when I was trying to fold this thing up and put it away, which involved me having another battle with it, “you can be quite obsessive about these things”.   She’s right, when I set my mind to something, I must accomplish it.

Don’t even get me started on the tent I tried to put together at my oldest nephew’s party last year – tent hell is what I call it…..  😀


I’m godmother to my friend’s son.  I’ve known this friend since university and we’ve been friends ever since.  Her son is her first born.  She’s on number four right now! (well, almost number four)

I’m a terrible godmother.  I share godmother duties with another university friend whom I’m still good friends with as well.  We always have good intentions of spending more time with this child, but we always fail miserably at it.  I live closest to them and I still don’t see them often, and I need to make more of an effort.  Especially after seeing them yesterday for their youngest daughter’s birthday.  It was so good to see them.

At the beginning of this year we proposed that we would babysit the kids every other month for them so that a) we could spend more time with the kids and b) give them a date night out by themselves, something they apparently haven’t had in 7 years.  After about 3 attempts of trying to get a date we could all agree on, it just didn’t work out.  But, at least this time it wasn’t our fault, mostly it was because the kids kept getting sick and the timing just wasn’t right.

I only have one godchild and I’m failing miserably in the department of guiding this child.  Soon, he’ll forget I even exist if we continue our pattern of only seeing these kids 2 – 3 times a year.  I’d like to see them at least 6 – 10 times a year.

I’m known to be hard on myself, typically, but I think this assessment of my poor godmother duties is accurate.  I’m really going to try harder, I really am, I love seeing them.  Yesterday was great, even though there were hundreds of kids around, it was nice spending time with them.  And, her husband makes a mean bbq, so that helps too..LOL.  😀