Here we are, in the glorious sunshine, enjoying a birthday party at the park. Now you see us!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Summer camp
Well, the calender says summer, but ol' Mother Nature seems to be telling a different story. Fall. The nights are cool, the days are bleak, and the swimming pool has a disgusting scum floating on the top. I think that I like the extreme heat better. I am tempting fate and just wearing shorts today for the hell of it. That and a sweater.
So HP decides that she has the horse bug. She rode horses at my Aunt and Uncles in Kamloops and since then has been a bit horse-crazy. So I thought I may sign her up for horse camp. Hopefully that was a fleeting thought, one that I did not intend on acting on, as I recieved the email back from the stables, and almost crapped my pants. I thought skating was expensive....well one week of horse camp costs over $500!!!!! A bit rich for my blood. A bit more than rich. I can see it now, HP rolling up to camp in the van, with daycare kiddies spilling out the sides, with her bike helmet (like I could afford a riding hat with that expense), jeans and my "fancy boots" on. That would be all we had in the house. Then coming home from a day of mucking the stables and rubbing elbows with the rich kids for a yummy dinner of beans. Maybe weiners and beans if Roger happened to do some work on someone's computer for some extra money that week.
Needless to say, no horse camp for HP. I think the $60/week camp at the local rec center will suffice. Stringing beads, playing kick the can, lunch at the park to perfect the monkey bars, and some swimming in a good ol' public pool. What could be wrong with that?
Plus then we actually get to eat that week.
So HP decides that she has the horse bug. She rode horses at my Aunt and Uncles in Kamloops and since then has been a bit horse-crazy. So I thought I may sign her up for horse camp. Hopefully that was a fleeting thought, one that I did not intend on acting on, as I recieved the email back from the stables, and almost crapped my pants. I thought skating was expensive....well one week of horse camp costs over $500!!!!! A bit rich for my blood. A bit more than rich. I can see it now, HP rolling up to camp in the van, with daycare kiddies spilling out the sides, with her bike helmet (like I could afford a riding hat with that expense), jeans and my "fancy boots" on. That would be all we had in the house. Then coming home from a day of mucking the stables and rubbing elbows with the rich kids for a yummy dinner of beans. Maybe weiners and beans if Roger happened to do some work on someone's computer for some extra money that week.
Needless to say, no horse camp for HP. I think the $60/week camp at the local rec center will suffice. Stringing beads, playing kick the can, lunch at the park to perfect the monkey bars, and some swimming in a good ol' public pool. What could be wrong with that?
Plus then we actually get to eat that week.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Time for me
Well, I have be coerced. Pleaded with. Talked to repeatedly. Nagged.
I gave in. Just to stop the incessant noise. Just joking Mel. She only had to ask me once. That is how easy of a girl I am. Roll with the punches, peer-pressure, in-depth fear of saying no and disappointing. Yep, that is me.
What did I say yes to you are probably wondering???? To the half marathon in October. To commit to running on a program, with someone three times a week. I have to admit - scared shitless right now.
You see, I used to run. Used to being the oprative word. When HP was one, I turned 30. That is the year that I ran a lot. Training for the Garden City 10K and even managed to do it in under an hour. I even enjoyed the feeling of completing my first road race, losing some of my baby fat in the process.
So I began to run again on Monday. And here it is, Friday morning and already I am embarking on a whole different world again. The running world. I run with my friend Mel, who encourages me, makes me laugh, and never, and I mean never, makes me feel like I cannot do it. Even when it is freaking hot out, I am red and blotchy in the face, panting like a sick dog.
All this, and we have not even left the house yet.
Wish me luck girls, in my training for this.
Meanwhile I will be getting my kicks out of the post run boozy drink in my back yard. It is still the best part of the run as far as I am concerned.
I gave in. Just to stop the incessant noise. Just joking Mel. She only had to ask me once. That is how easy of a girl I am. Roll with the punches, peer-pressure, in-depth fear of saying no and disappointing. Yep, that is me.
What did I say yes to you are probably wondering???? To the half marathon in October. To commit to running on a program, with someone three times a week. I have to admit - scared shitless right now.
You see, I used to run. Used to being the oprative word. When HP was one, I turned 30. That is the year that I ran a lot. Training for the Garden City 10K and even managed to do it in under an hour. I even enjoyed the feeling of completing my first road race, losing some of my baby fat in the process.
So I began to run again on Monday. And here it is, Friday morning and already I am embarking on a whole different world again. The running world. I run with my friend Mel, who encourages me, makes me laugh, and never, and I mean never, makes me feel like I cannot do it. Even when it is freaking hot out, I am red and blotchy in the face, panting like a sick dog.
All this, and we have not even left the house yet.
Wish me luck girls, in my training for this.
Meanwhile I will be getting my kicks out of the post run boozy drink in my back yard. It is still the best part of the run as far as I am concerned.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Photos from the trip
Quinn in awe of the horses. We spent the last night in Kamloops and Quinn would not horseback ride, claiming that was "wery wery dangerous". Hilarious. She did, however, love watching Hayley and Emily ride off into the sunset.
My mom, Hayley and Quinn in the pool while we were in Vernon. Hayley was in the water for about 4 hours. Can you say prune fingers?
Hayley on the horse. We had barely pulled into the driveway of my aunt and uncles and she was already asking to ride. 
Had to add this one in. me. little ol'me. Photoshopped in all it's glory. Silver Star valley in the background. Gotta love a camera that takes good photos!
Me and my two favorite people in the whole world. 
Me and my cousin Carolynn. She and I are the closest in age, and we had such a great time catching up with one another. We have so much in common; running, kids, scrapbooks, candles, love of good food and wine......I wish we lived closer to one another.The girls and I had such a great time. Listening to Harry Potter in the car was a god-send. Both girls were awesome, laughing with each other, potty training Quinn, riding the ferry, hiking on SilverStar, swimming in the hottub, visiting cousins, witnessing the BEST wedding of my cousin Pam and her new hubby Steve, tubing on the lake, riding horses, wow. We had fun. So much fun in fact that Hayley opted to go to Quesnel to spend another week with nana and papa.
Daycare started up again on Wednesday - reality hits you smack between the eyes. I just have to close my eyes and think of my holiday and we are all right with the world again.
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