tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58856149038604075462024-03-13T23:06:14.777-07:00Toby's Tango & Moto's MamboJessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-75808605086444202082013-03-29T11:06:00.001-07:002013-03-29T11:22:15.304-07:00This is my dreamMahalo!<br />
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Last weekend I found a house I would love to live in, and the kind of land I would love to live on.<br />
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I spend a lot of time dreaming, but generally this is what my dream house will be like. Small and cozy, with potential to expand. I literally cannot wait.<br />
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HAPPY EASTERJessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-19527350490639660762013-02-19T07:25:00.001-08:002013-02-19T07:25:36.610-08:00Babies, babies, babies! <p>My world is beginning to be over run by babies! With two s.nieces, I'm already a happy aunt, but a new baby niece on the way puts me over the moon. I Cannot wait until may! Then this weekend I found out that a new baby cousin is on its way! Best part: due on my birthday!( well not ON my birthday, 3 days after, but I'm positive the baby will insist on coming out a little early!) </p>
<p>So, this summer is going to be a summer of baby loving for me. I'm taking the summer off work to do school full time, so I'm planning on getting in lots of time with all the babies I'm blessed to have in my life, Athena, abby, Hailey, and the two coming soon. </p>
<p>With all this baby fever going on, I think I'm coming down with pet fever. Though Toby is far from grown, his growing and learning has steadied out. I'm ready for a new addition to our little family. Though due to limited space, the fact that we are going away next January for 3 months, and Braden is a logical not impulsive person, I cannot get a cat, dog, or other small pet. That leaves fish! And frogs! And maybe a turtle! Oh man, now I really want a turtle. Anyways. <br>
Hope all is well with everyone! </p>
<p>(missing the island like crazy)</p>
Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-91252219692425271662013-02-07T06:33:00.001-08:002013-02-07T15:58:46.808-08:00Every second week eh?So it has totally occurred to me that my new years resolution of writing every second week has totally failed. And then I started wondering why, I mean its not a lack of things to talk about. I have come to the conclusion that it is a combo of 2 things; I love my job tons, but somewhere inside I know that although every new word, every messy craft and whatnot are exciting to me, its probably not something y'all want to spend your free time reading about. Also, I am a night owl. I do my most inspired and well written things after 10pm, but now that I'm up at 5:30 5 days a week, if I'm not sleeping by 9:30 I am a very cranky nanny. <br />
So that is a long way of saying I am going to keep trying to write once every second week, but it is not going to be about being a nanny, its just going to be about me being me. <br />
I just finished reading The Help. And I was a little shocked. I know that it was worse than what was written about, but the thing that got.me the worst was how recently it was. My great Grammy passed away recently, but my sisters and mom (and grandma of course) were very close to her. During the time that story took place, she would have been in her 60's. And I cannot help but wonder what she thought about coloured people, and integration. I know it wasn't the same in Canada as it was in Mississippi USA, but that doesn't mean there wasnt racism. I plan on doing some googling on the subject whenever I get some free time. Grammy Pond was the sweetest woman I know, and the truest Christian I have ever met, so I like to think she was understanding and caring. <br />
I also wonder how people from my life would have acted toward people of other colours if we lived then. How I would gave acted. The only thing I know for sure is children are uncaring and unjudging on colours and, having decided to dedicate myself to them, I hope I would have had some of that in me too. <br />
And now I feel extremely naive thinking that it happened sooo long ago. When in reality, there are people all around me who were alive during some of the worst of it. Silly me. I feel like I probably should have paid a little more attention during history class. <br />
That's all for now. Stay tuned for a tribute to my blood sistas. <br />
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Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-85018086959197792462013-01-16T15:18:00.000-08:002013-01-16T15:18:38.555-08:00Alas, the return of the perpetually sick<br />
dear readers,<br />
<br /> my excuses for my absence are as follows :<br />
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<li>the common cold</li>
<li>Christmas busyness </li>
<li>the really serious flu that's going around (did you know like 5 people have died from it? CRAZY!)</li>
<li>the stomach bug (I will never eat french fries again)</li>
<li>my dog ate my homework</li>
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That last one isn't true, but I really did spend the better part of the last month sick, which was not, as my little sisters would say, totally sic. I thought seriously about uploading something little even from my phone, but my laziness got the better of me. Then I made a new years resolution to myself (btw, B and I were both asleep before midnight because we are THAT cool) that I would post once ever two weeks. So here I am.<br />
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Truthfully, I was creeping facebook and ended up on a link to a different website for making blogs, then I started feeling really guilty for this blog halfway through making a new one. Feeling guilty for a blog, that's how exciting my life has been.<br />
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Anyways, here is a little update:<br />
<br />Santa Clause was great to us this year, putting us a whole lot closer to our trip to Italy next January, and Mrs.Clause was really good to Toby, a brand new bed and a bone that lasted him almost a whole month (thanks go out to momsicle for that one). Christmas came late for Miss Moto (as in this week), but I think she knows it was worth the wait, an awesome new cat tree!<br />
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The boys were obviously spoiled too! In a good way of course! The house seems full of trains now! After only a week away from R he was suddenly saying a buzzillion new words. He attempts to say "Jessie" now when prompted, which is less exciting than all the other amazing things he can now do. Like eat anything all by himself, and he can sign and say "More Please", which is crazy adorable. Although when hes saying "Up Please" and I can't pick him up I feel really bad. <br />
He has also taken to tantrums. He flops his whole body forwards and cries face first into the ground. I feel like this may make me a bad nanny, but at times I find it hilarious (when I get past how frustrating it is) and I may or may not take pictures of it. He has also realized that D gets pretty much all the attention there is to be given ( mostly because he demands it), and has decided this is not acceptable. So much fun.<br />
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On the other side of the ring, D is making incredible progress as well. Manners manners manners, he is getting so much better at using them. And time-outs come less often, and with a whole lot less fuss. After the first few days of getting back into our routine, he was like a little angel! But his sharing skills leave something to be desired.<br />
Today he was playing with cars on the floor and R picked up B's bear, to which he responded to using his most babylike voice to say "I wannnnttt myyy bearrrrr" (with a huge fake sad face)<br />
I said " Your brother has the bear right now because you weren't playing with it, why don't you play with your cars?"<br />
B got up, walked over to the toy box and held up a car and defiantly said " I play with R's car now, we share."<br />
I know it sounds cute, but you could see he was just pushing me, to see if that would make me give him back his bear. I smiled sweetly and said sure.<br />
He was grumpy for a bit after that.<br />
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Next week we adventure to the Museum of Civilization (which also includes what I'm told is a children's museum). Look forward to that update, I'm sure it will be a whole lot more exciting. Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-79612030573727143492012-12-01T17:14:00.001-08:002012-12-01T17:14:07.398-08:00A $50 Christmas <p>This year I have taken on a challenge. Mostly because with school and our trip next year I don't really have more  than that to spend. I was inspired by my love of Pintrest, and after finding tons of things I thought would be fun to make, I thought "Why not actually make it?". <br>
My challenge is "$50 or under". This means lots of homemade gifts, and hopefully a family photo of all 4 of us if I can find my little camera (if you have seen it btw please let me know!). </p>
<p>So there also may be a few very pretty IOU's also because it's a lot more work than I had thought. And also I need to get a cord for my swing machine  because in our move apparently I lost it (if you haven't noticed, I misplace things a lot). </p>
<p>Here are a few examples of my hard work (I'm not worried about the receivers seeing them because they are  the employers and a two year old) </p>
<p>Elmo looks a lot like he is on drug but they are all a work in progress still. </p>
<p>The babies were, as per usual, ridiculously adorable the week. Exceptions of that being poor D's backslide in toilet training, stemming from R's recently growing ability to communicate effectively. I learned this week that not only is potty training crazy hard, but without very immediate results is very discouraging as a caregiver. I left work nearly in tears more then once this week. But alas, a little progess left me with a little bit of a lift of the spirits by the end of the week. <br>
Listening to a one year old cry for two hours, with nothing, not singing or tv or playing or drinking or eating or anything at all cheering him up, is very discouraging. Makes you feel very crappy about about yourself. </p>
<p>Some day I might write a very bad novel. <br>
Sorry about the lack of enthusiasm today readers, aside from being exhausted, my house is probably haunted. </p>
<p>Happy December 1st!</p>
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He loves talking, not that D is taking to that much. This 2 year old is used to being the only one able to communicate, and I can feel the beginnings of the "terrible twos" coming on. Smashing his fists against the table, I ask him " What are you doing buddy?" and I get what resembles a demon stare. His chin is tilted down almost touching his chest, his eyes looking up at the scariest angle at me. It is really quite terrifying. "Are you trying to make Jessie sad or mad?" and still banging on the table he smiles and nods his head. "Is that a nice thing to do?" and suddenly he stops, shakes his head and his face is suddenly frowning.<br />
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Other memorable turn of events this week, he has started peeing his pants a little and saying "oh well thats okay". Don't get me wrong. At 26 months he was fully potty trained, which took at total of 3 days, and he hasn't worn a diaper since, not even to bed. He is very smart. But when he peed on me, as he was getting dressed one morning. No that is not okay.<br />
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Also Braden turned 21 this week!! So a very happy birthday to my wonderful amazing partner in crime and life! He is now old enough to drink anywhere in the world!! Oh how I love him.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9cTEtxJG9pYuIiCMZyn2EUcW-GeBqJiMkrdPnEKfi7-Xjrm8ryRNo1mwp0jyYMcdUJBYl4xNxWuvj12HGJbKI8dL6F_a6zIT9SjkhP7SIKLy5POgogJiElzuKYdvk2dLEVEWwprf5qM/s1600/rrooory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>If you don't already know, this years christmas theme is " Under $50 Altogether", and mostly completely homemade. If you have any requests do not hesitate to make a request. Only a month and a half to go!!!Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-91814544786349528632012-11-10T17:11:00.000-08:002012-11-10T17:11:15.588-08:00Home again Home again Jiggity JigLong time no see blog readers. Of whom there may be very few, but I decided to go back to writing because I know I have at least one reader, my beautiful little sister Maggie. So for her, and the others who randomly happen upon my page.<br />
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Now that we have safely arrived home (yay!), moved into our apartment (perfect), and started our lives here in Ottawa there are not many travel stories to share. But fear not! Being a nanny for 2 of the most adorable boys I have ever met leaves me with many many many stories.<br />
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The boys are 2 (D) and 1 (R), and very handsome. D is speaking in almost full sentences, can count up to 13, can sing more songs than I can count including the abc's. We are about to start working on recognizing the ABC's. R is at all times either laughing or crying. Mostly laughing. Say the word stinky. HAHAHAHAHA. Put a stuffed animal on your head. HAHAHAHA. Tries going into his tent with guitar and can't get it in on the first try, and you have nonstop crying for 5 minutes. It is both the best and most exhausting job I have ever had.<br />
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Being a first time nanny, I have a new found respect for every mother, stepmom, and childcare giver in the world. It is not always an easy job. Not that I thought it would be. But we have fun finger painting, making crafts, and going on trips to the library.<br />
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Badadada badadada It's Elmo's World! Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-49119576195847535722012-08-24T15:11:00.001-07:002012-08-24T15:11:53.809-07:00Yesterday I CriedI have made it back from Vancouver Island! A little bit crazier, but other than that fully intact. And Although this is unrelated to the actual move itself, seeing as this is my blog, and the only people other than me who read it are nosey bystanders on facebook, creeping me without me knowing (which by the way I'm okay with because it's something I do quite often), or close friends and family who want to or feel obligated to read because they love me, I feel as though I can drift away from writing about the trip for a moment and tell you all about why I cried yesterday.<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: small;">Yesterday I cried. I cried because for the first time in as long I can remember I came to the realization that after years of chaos, I have finally become the person I want to be. A person I am proud to be.</span></u></b></h3>
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<i> Dear past teachers ( Ms. Legacy, Mrs. Stroud, & Mrs. Campbell among many others), Thank-You for being there for me, <b>never </b>giving up on me, having faith in who I was when I didn't even know. I am a truly blessed person, having had the amount of amazing teachers in my life that I did. Without the teachers I had, I'm not sure how I would have graduated high school. I often feel guilty at the fact that I graduated because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have if I hadn't had them. I think what Im coming to realize is that they knew who I was, not as a student, but as a person. And they seen potential I did not fully grasp that I had. High School (& Elementary) is not an easy place for many, if anyone. And I don't think teachers ever fully get the appreciation that they deserve. I have to actively fight the urge to hug some of my teachers and tell them I love them and appreciate them every time I see them. </i><br />
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<b>There are a lot of people who have been there for me, I am an extraordinarily lucky person to have so many people in my life who love me as much as they do. And I really do truly love them all. </b><i><b> </b> </i>Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-88471133817620818712012-06-21T16:05:00.001-07:002012-06-21T16:05:49.585-07:00Knight Inlet, Sword and Shield not required<h2>
SAILCONE LODGE, Knight Inlet, BC</h2>
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Way back in April, Braden and I went on a trip to a fishing lodge further north, between Vancouver Island and the mainland. Braden is working at an awesome restaurant called the <a href="http://www.madchefcafe.net/" target="_blank">Mad Chef Cafe</a>, and there works the amazing Keeley. Keeley's boyfriend Cam grew up at, and worked at, Sailcone Lodge, which offers <a href="http://www.sailcone.com/" target="_blank">Fishing Trips</a> and <a href="http://www.grizzly-bear-watching.com/" target="_blank">Wildlife Tours</a>. They extended an incredible invitation to spend the weekend there with them, before the season started. Can you say experience of a lifetime? Obviously we said Heck to the yeah.<br />
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We spent a Saturday, Sunday, and Monday in paradise. The lodge itself
was beautiful. From the yard to the view to the house itself. Literally
everything was beautiful. Im having trouble putting into words how
awesome it was. So here are some pictures <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cam worked hard pulling up the prawn traps :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first touch of the sunfish. Which is much like a starfish I believe. If you pull its leg off, not only will it grow a new one but the leg will grow into a new sunstar (what I called them) if enough of its core was pulled out</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Prawn anyone? They heads are like little darts. Seriously. Not what I expected them to look like. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view literally looks like a default screensaver that comes with a computer. This is from in the boat pulling out of the Dock</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bouys for the traps</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Amazing Keeley!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SEALIONS! Lazy fat adorable hilarious and they bark. Animals dont get much better than this</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">KER-SPLASH!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Telegraph Cove</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sealion Skeleton </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He just let his feather blow in the wind. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They waddle when the walk, it really is hilarious</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried to throw him a prawn head, it just scared him away. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Literally my only catch of the weekend</td></tr>
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<br />Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-37242206669892392192012-05-31T23:34:00.004-07:002012-05-31T23:35:40.659-07:00Bohemoth WolfI may or may not be writing a little little something. Definitely still in the very early staged of development. But here is a little piece of what may or may not exist.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"In the distance the church bells rung out the sound that signified midnight. Suddenly a slashing sound, which was followed immediately by what resembled rattling chains and a resounding howl. What seemed to be a canter followed by a WHACK and a small whimper. Again the sound of a canter could be heard, followed by a WHACK and a small whimper. And Again the sound of canter echoed off the walls and it was ended with a WHACK and another whimper. The fourth time however it was and eruption of almost a gallop and a deafening blast. It was as if the room below had just experienced an enormous crash of \thunder. It ricocheted throughout the castle, making it feel as though the castle itself was collapsing. The low echo of an angry snarl could only just be heard as the sound of thunder crashing slowly faded off. The clamour of chains clattering across each concrete step up the curve of the massive stairwell that led directly to the room that Milo sat in could be heard. As the clatter came to a halt Milo looked up, in the doorway he could see only a set of piercing eyes staring at him and he could now hear the vicious snarl from the darkness. Suddenly a titanic growling broke out in the room. The sound of it echoed around the room and it became the only sound that could be heard. It had become so that being able to tell whether it was the growl itself or only its echo ceased to exist. Very slowly, what may have seemed like hours, it tapered off until all that could be heard was the flickering of the flames in Milo’s fire.</i></span>"</h4>
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<br />Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-88564696566662337822012-05-20T18:03:00.000-07:002012-05-20T18:03:02.910-07:00Wacky Woods, Nymph Falls, and GeocachingA thing or two has happened since last I posted a post. And also since we arrived at to the Island. Hopefully I can briefly summarize all the small attractions, so you don't miss anything but also aren't stuck feeling compelled by family/friend obligation to spend the whole afternoon reading the whole dang thing.<br />
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One of our first stops after we got here was Nymph Falls. Ontario has much to offer, and much to see. All the forests and hills and rocks and rivers so on and so forth. But we really were not totally sure of what to expect when we got out of the car (after getting lost a few times) and headed into the mossy forest. We wandered around the paths in what seemed a lot like a maze. We were yelled at by a resident squirrel ( btw: one of the only squirrels I have seen since we got here), apparently he didn't like us very much. We followed the paths mostly at random, but also towards the sound of running water. You know when your watching cartoons, and something unexpected or surprising happens and the character's chin drops to the ground? That's the best metaphor I can thing of to how it felt when we seen the water. Clear. Imagine the clearest water you've ever seen, then imagine that was dirty water compared to this water. Glacier water. Not something I had ever seen before. You can see straight down to the bottom, and it looks like its only a foot away but really its 8 and 9 and 15 feet away. Deep, and there are man made staircases in the water for the salmon in the fall to make it up the river. All through the water are almost perfect circles of all different sizes, that are all naturally corroded away over time. This was last summer, so it was filled with people. Swimming, tanning, probably a couple people having a few drinks. We decided, in our infinite wisdom, that we should walk up through the river a ways. Keep in mind of course that I had my dads very expensive camera, and a dog who is mortally terrified of water, and its really really slippery, most especially when your walking against the current trying not to fall into any the beautiful circle holes I previously mentioned. A terrifying hour later we finally made it back to the shoreline and crawled up to safety, Toby way ahead of us. The cuts and bruises were worth the cool view, though I don't know if Braden would agree. We took our time as we wandered back out of the woods, walking along trails, seeing all the mountain biking mini bridges and whatnot. A good day. And definitely a good choice for our first real BC adventure. It helps also that its only about 15 minutes, if that, from our house. <br />
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The Wacky Woods. It truly is a wacky place. Braden heard about it at work. It's one of those places that exists but it only know about from word of mouth. Not an official place. But that makes it a whole lot cooler. We have actually been there twice. The first time, it was fall, and it rains a lot here so it was super muddy. Which Toby loved of course. Its in the back yard of the artist, but moves through the woods and onto a nearby provincial path. Most of it isn't technically his property, but its a very neat place to go. It's very hard to describe. There are little statues, painted rocks hanging from trees, curtains, books in trees with phrases in them, wheels and faucets in trees. Most of it was metaphors for how people should be one with nature and anti-corporationalism (if that's a thing), I didn't understand a lot of it, but from what I got, people were portrayed as rocks. Anyways. A very colourful and interesting place. The second time we went was because I wanted to see it again, and also there was a geocache (more on that subject after) in it I wanted to log before we left the island. While we were walking through it we made our way to a section we hadn't seen before, which led onto the path, and as we walked up the path there was house numbers on one of the trees, ad if to imply it was someones property. Obviously Braden took this as a personal invitation to walk through the property, which turned out to be an extension of the wacky woods ( or at least we are under the impression it is). It narrows into a little path, that goes out onto an estuary, I think that is what they are called. When the tide is in, it is covered in water. By chance the tide was out so we got to walk out pretty far, and got to see the Oyster boats from a different angle, which is a lot cooler than it sounds like. I also got a great picture of a little crab, but Braden got a better one. When we went back to the path, we found another geocache in the middle of a forest, it was hidden in a really old backhoe, and honestly I don't even understand how the thing got there, its completely surrounded in big old trees. Good times.<br />
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Hold in just a little longer guys. I swear I am almost done. Something we have added to our mini-adventures is geocaching. As I am terrible at actually giving accurate descriptions of things I googled the word to define it for me. Dictionary.reference.com defines it as: the outdoor sport or game of searching for hidden objects by using Global positioning system (GPS) coordinates posted on the internet. So basically. All over the world ( Germany, Italy, anywhere you can think of including Perth ON) has this on-going game of hide-and-seek going on. Awesome. When you can't find it frustrating. Sometimes totally satisfying. Sometimes they are just on a path, sometimes you have to go out of your way to find it, and it turns out to be an awesome view of something you otherwise may not have seen. There in one on mainstreet downtown Courtenay attached to a street light pole, and unless you knew there was something there, you wouldn't never even think it may not have been part of the pole. Ranging in size from the size of a watch battery to sometimes bigger than a car battery, they are hidden, sometimes hard and sometimes easy to find. It makes me feel like I'm not alone, it makes the day more exciting sometimes, and sometimes it just gets you out of the house. I love it. So if you see me referencing geocaching this is what Im talking about. <br />
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<br />Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-47264937486660289022012-03-07T18:36:00.001-08:002012-03-07T18:36:33.095-08:00In MemorySo I have decided to veto the last day of our drive for now, your not missing much, it was pretty boring. I will write about some of the amazing places we have been, but first I would like to write something about my Great Grandma, Olga Pond.<br />
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She passed away this past weekend, and in her late 90's, it maybe shouldn't have come as a shock, but it did. She was the nicest, most caring and compassionate person I have ever met. She held true to her beliefs, which has become somewhat of a rarity in today's world. Born in 1913, she lived from a time of a photograph in a bound photo albums to a time of a digital picture frame with an SD card full of pictures in it. The world went from typewriters to touchscreen computers. She lived through more than I can even begin to wrap my mind around. She was amazing and awe inspiring. She loved her husband and family, was ever caring, ever helpful, ever mindful. Knitting mittens and sweaters, sending cards every birthday and every Christmas. She was always hoping the best for everyone, helping everyone she could without complaint, more so with content. She loved, and was great at every card game and board game that came her way. The is a big part of me that misses her, but there is a much bigger part of me that believes she is with Grampy, and she is happy, and in a better place.<br />
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I truly believe that I am a better person for have known her,<br />
The world is a better place to have held her, even if only for a while,<br />
And heaven is a lucky place to have her.<br />
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<a href="http://www.yorkfh.com/sitemaker/sites/YORKFU1/obit.cgi?user=582533Pond"></a>I will miss her, and my heart and prayers go out to her children and grandchildren, other family and friends who are suffering from her loss, and I wish her the best in her eternity. <br />
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<a href="http://www.yorkfh.com/sitemaker/sites/YORKFU1/obit.cgi?user=582533Pond">In Memory Of Olga Alfreda Pond</a>Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-24280136736992187182012-02-19T20:25:00.000-08:002012-02-19T20:28:48.872-08:00Unforseen ForcesSo, I have one more journey day to write up, but I just wanted to make an honorable mention to a beautiful swan.<br />
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Backstep.<br />
When I was little I used to see geese and birds flying away in the fall and back in the spring, and everyone always said they were going south. So for some reason I didn't ever ask where specifically they were going, and every year I would think about how amazing it was that they were all flying together and never bother to think where are they flying to. I learned last April that some fly here, Courtenay BC. Geese, swans, random birds.<br />
Last winter they camped out in what is now my backyard/field and ate the grass. But in the summer they plowed it all and now there is not much grass to eat so they all hang out in a field in the middle of town. And I mean hundreds of them. But you still see them out here, just not as many. You hear them at random times during the day.<br />
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Fastforward to Present<br />
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Tonight our power flickered and went out. Pitch black, we made sure everyone was okay, and then it came back on. Honestly, part of me thought it was the end of times, a freaking fireball coming for earth, time to say our last goodbyes. I'm a worst case scenerio type. Fortunately for all of us on earth except for it, it was only a swan that ran into our power line. I say only, but really you would not believe how big this thing was. Poor guy, never even seen it coming. Which is better I suppose. I hope it didn't suffer. I am surprised it didn't take the wire out completely. Now it smells like burnt feathers outside, which I suppose it a change from the usual cow poop. I couldnt help but think about this poor unaware swan on its journey when kabam it was taken out by an unforseen force.<br />
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Grade 12, at PDCI, our cafeteria had an enclosed gazebo. It was still really snowy so the door to it was locked. It was during a spare and I was with some friends having a snack then we all heard THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD. Everyone was looking around confused. Turns out there is a flock of winter birds that were flying in together, and they all ran into the wall of windows overlooking the caf. There was probably at least a dozen stunned or dead birds. Now this in itself was sad. It was made worse by people knocking on the windows at them and laughing.<br />
I know. They are just birds. But for some reason it just irks my soul to see people acting that stupid. Trying to make the situation better, our vice principal unlocked the door to clean up the dead birds. Seeing one that was only stunned, he decided to put the unconscious bird on a high branch of a tree. He walked away looking very content with himself, and not a minute later the bird fell to what I am quite certain was it's demise. Poor guy, never seen it coming. Was taken out by unforseen forces.<br />
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So this is my shout out to all you many feathered creatures, I know how hard you work, and when I can, I will always have your back, And I will always hope the best for you. Even the stupid crows who refuse to fly, and choose instead to hop across a busy street. <br />
<br />Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-72171035029917503132012-02-19T19:25:00.000-08:002012-02-19T19:27:32.872-08:00We Made it 5km in Only 4 Hours!<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Day 4 started off where day 3 ended obviously, Swift Current Sask. We got some HUGE cups of really yummy french vanilla cappuccino and headed off for Lake Louise to see the lovely Alex. The drive went fairly smoothly for the most part. Nothing to exciting. We passed the border into Alberta and the fields got more and more hilly. We went through Calgary which was a nice cute city. Just before we hit Calgary we could see the foothills to the Rocky Mountains. For a while we kept stopping at every stop along the way because we were so excited to see the mountains. We got to Lake Louise and it was packed to the Max. It took us almost 20 minutes just to find a parking spot. As we walked down the hill we seen the Hotel, and let me tell you, it looked like a freaking castle. Very high class hoity toity. There were valets all dressed up, it felt like I walked into a different world. We went inside and went to the restaurant Alex worked at, it was closed but there was a guy playing piano outside, apparently Vince Vaughn ( Wedding Crashers ) played it once. We walked around for a little while. Went to the gift shop, but there were no good magnets, post cards, or key chains so we didn't get anything. Although there was a very expensive wine journal. Although I really couldn't see there ever being a time in my life when I would need it. </span><br />
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<br />Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-71129880260378681142012-01-29T16:53:00.000-08:002012-01-29T16:53:37.785-08:00Border Hopping<br />
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<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: #010101; font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Day 1 started in Perth, at 5:30am. We got up, a bit begrudgingly, and got dressed and took the animals down to the car. We headed off down the number 7, about 45 minutes in we turned on the 17 and we were off. The trip was relatively peaceful, if a little boring (with the exception on some pretty cool road names [Whiskey Jack Trail]). The day took a turn after we had been on the road for a few hours. The car ahead of us (which was an intrepid, looked just like nanny’s!!) went over the middle line just as a transport truck was going by in the other direction. At first I just saw things flying at our windshield, I curled into a ball covering my face with my hands, thinking if we weren't’t hurt (oh please don’t let us be hurt) then at the very least our trip would be over. When I pulled my hands away from my face I realized I wasn't’t really breathing and I took a deep breath and thanked god. Literally. By some miracle everything had flown around the car, leaving both us and the car unharmed in anyway. I wanted too pee my pants with excitement. Then we realized that no one in the car was getting out or moving, so again panic. We got out to check on them, as did the truck behind us and the van ahead of the car that caused the mishap. Their airbags had gone off so everyone is the car was a little stunned ( and from the look of the teenagers in the car, probably stoned too). The driver got out of the front seat, looked at his car and then all around and was like “ What just happened?!”. He nearly killed himself, his friends in the car AND A WHOLE HECK OF A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLES! What just happened. Ha! Braden informed me back in the car that their wheel skimmed the transport truck, and what was flying at us was the tire and the front part of the kids car. In short. Scary.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sault St Marie; This was the biggest statue there, pretty awesome</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeling it up the wooden lady. Apparently females don't even need to be real to feel them up</td></tr>
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On our first day we learned that Sudbury is not very nice to look at, its not very nice to smell, and do not ever follow a car's GPS when it tries to take you on "shortcuts" through cities. We stopped at a few scenic lookouts but nothing too grand. We were told that driving through northern Ontario would be really boring, but we actual enjoyed it. Trees, hills, big rocks, and Braden's favourite - BRIDGES! Sault St Marie was a lot nicer than we expected, we got a cute magnet and a picture of a moose holding a shotgun in one hand and a man upside down in the other ( obviously it was fake, although if they could train a moose to do that it would be pretty frigging cool, and definitely picture worthy!).</span></span><br />
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After Sault St Marie, we hit nothing, it was just forest and big hills. We drove along Lake Superior and stopped at a pretty little park and ended up going swimming. The water was beautiful and Toby actually swam out pretty far without being forced! Got back to the the car and onto the road and before long drove past a really cool shoreline and ended up driving down a private road, parked, and went for a walk along the water. Finding an easy route down to the actual water though turned out to be quite a challenge. The shore of the whole lake (or at least what we saw of it) was covered in smooth rounded rocks, to make it more difficult there was an insanely steep hill of these rocks to get down to the water. After a while of walking along the top of the hill looking for an easy route ( and also through what looked to be peoples cottage yards) we decided to just make our way down the immensely dangerous hill. every time we stepped on a rock it rolled away, and over 15 minutes later (and only just about half way down the hill) we looked to the right (also the direction we had come from) and seen a staircase built into the rocks. We picked up a couple rocks for souvenirs and headed back to the car ( this time using the stairs!!). The ride after that was very up and down and up and down and up and down and we realized that the mountain part of our drive was going to be quite scary.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At which point we look over and see this staircase we walked right past. Intelligent eh?</td></tr>
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We learned that if we meow at Moto she will meow back. Overall the animals were good. Moto sat in the front for a few hors and spent the rest of the time in her crate. Toby spent most of the day, but has had quite a bit of trouble listening. We got to Wawa finally after driving through what seemed to be forever worth of nothingness. I really had to use the washroom and Braden and I were both feeling really goofy. There were 3 huge loons there (which is what people told us too look for). There was a motel advertised as " Beaver Motel, Clean and Affordable", and Braden laughed about it. So when, a couple minutes later, we passed "Big Bird Motel" Braden thought it was HILARIOUS. Unfortunately (maybe not so unfortunately to me) the Beaver Motel had no vacancy and Big Bird Motel was closed down ( Not clean but definitely affordable!). To our surprise and total frustration, all the motels were completely booked. One place told us that the whole town was fully booked and the next town (White River, an hour down the highway) was also fully booked. We decided to double check to just make sure and lucky for us one had a vacant room ( the last motel we got to, and we went to every one). We settled in and got some supper at Tim Horton's ( who had no bread and made us horrible wraps) and went to bed.</span></span>Jessie-Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699664832377648845noreply@blogger.com0Ontario, Canada51.253775 -85.323213938.541732499999995 -105.5380574 63.9658175 -65.1083704tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885614903860407546.post-3799199306753624632012-01-28T20:15:00.000-08:002012-01-28T20:15:53.356-08:00Water, Land, Trees & MountainsCurrent location : Courtenay, B.C, Canada, North America, Earth, Universe<br />
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