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Wrapping Up

Farewell, 2011

This has been a very challenging year – and I wanted to thank all of the people that helped me along the way. All aspects of life have been crazy-busy, but I think that, by the last few months of the year, I managed to get a handle on things. Perhaps it may not look that way to some, but trust me – lots of learning and growing and challenges met.
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Advent-ful

The Power of Memory

Growing up, Christmas was such a huge deal. My parents would endure endless playing of Christmas albums (Sesame Street being our favourite) as well as the hyper-activity that went along with the music. Seriously, I’m surprised our house did not collapse from our bouncing off of the walls. Throughout December, excitement would continue to mount until it reached its peak, which lasted for the twelve hours between 8 P.M. on Christmas Eve and 8 A.M. on Christmas morning. A lot of the time, I would not be able to sleep – I was so excited.

There were times when I would find myself awake after midnight; I don’t even remember if I had slept or not. Since I was fully awake and could not get back to sleep, I would silently wander over to the Christmas tree and examine the presents that Santa brought for me. Sometimes I could guess what was in them; other times I could not. Inevitably I would find out in the morning when we woke our parents up and badgered them until we could open our gifts. They would usually acquiesce, allowing us to check out our stockings while dad made breakfast; after breakfast the main event would begin.
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Armed and Dangerous

Ink This Wisdom

Little J has a very creative brain and a unique perspective that I can relate to. We were walking around today, enjoying the weather when we ran into a friend who has a dog. Little J said hi to both friend and canine, and as we continued she told me this…

Little J: Daddy, I think having more than one pet is too many pets.
Me: Really?
Little J: Yeah. It’s too much work. But, if you wanted to have more than one pet, you can take a magic pill that turns you into an octopus. Then you would have enough arms to take care of them.

That’s my kiddo.

Jack of All Trades

Layton to Rest

Tribute to Jack Layton

The last few weeks have been very interesting. Emotions have been running high; rhetoric has been running wild; passion has been set aflame, becoming something palpable in the air; the CN Tower has been glowing orange at night as a tribute to someone who has created quite a stir on and off Parliament Hill. Unfortunately, the tribute exists because Jack Layton has passed on.

I didn’t go to his funeral*.

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In Tents

Wilderness Inspiration

This year we went camping without our usual partners in crime. While I missed hanging out with one of my really good friends, the time alone with my own family allowed for some quality time with two people for whom I care very deeply. We might not have done everything that we had planned to do (or wished to); but it was a great week none the less.
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