This post is testament to the completion of a personal challenge. I only started blogging four months ago. It's the first meaningful and completely selfish thing I have done since the birth of my last child. It takes me away from my children, it means the house isn't so clean and the ironing basket is never empty, it robs my husband of my company in the evenings. But I love it...
There is something that Canada excels in. Something that could be learned from Canada and emulated in other countries. If we could study it, understand it and replicate it, it could make the world an easier place.
I was browsing through the Whitby Shores Community Forum today and came across a thread about car break-ins on the sub-division (estate).
It has always been a weekend tradition in our family to eschew the cereal boxes in favour of something more elaborate. In England I used to make pancakes - the thin, light, Shrove Tuesday type, piling them up on a heated plate to be distributed at the table, liberally coated with lemon-juice and sugar, Nutella, honey, maple syrup or caramelised, spiced fruit. The kids would demolish them at the same speed that we could prepare them!
The term Black Friday has become synonymous with a plunge in morality on a day set aside for worship at the feet of the God of Consumerism. Human sacrifice is practiced by those fervent in their beliefs that the Bargain is above all else.
I do maintain that the British handle calamity extremely well…
So says the amazing Jenny at cheetahsinmyshoes. I'm not going to feign indifference, I fully agree with her - why wouldn't I? This is the first thing I have created in a long time that doesn't poo, shout or pull hair.
Today was J's first time on the ice. She had been looking forward to it for a while. Yesterday her teacher prepared the Grade One class for the event, with words of encouragement. For some, this would be their first time too.
Less than 300 years ago this area was a wilderness of great forests and secluded clearings, populated by bear, wolf and deer, and the Mississauga Indians, who were hunter/gatherers and camped around the mouth of the creek.