I have spent a large portion of this past year travelling with my toddler. This includes travelling to Calgary to visit in-laws, overseas to Italy for my husband’s HLTA, weddings, a trip to the U.S. to visit my sister (see previous blog entry), and now we are in England for my husband’s work and a vacation. So, I thought I might share some of my tried and true travel tips.
The Next Blog Topic - "The Nine Rooms of Happiness"
Now that 2010 is behind us, it’s time to move on to a different book. Simple Abundance was a real pleasure to blog my way through and I think I’ve found my next topic: “The Nine Rooms of Happiness” by Lucy Danziger. Apparently, she uses the various rooms of a house as a metaphor for life. I saw the author on a talk show over the holidays and I’m really excited to give this book a try. So, if you are interested in reading along, pick up the book this week and we’ll get started next week!
What I love most about Christmas!
How typical is this? I’ve spent the entire year reading “Simple Abundance” and trying very hard to learn from it … and it completely falls apart in December. Sort of like “hitting the wall” just before the finish line. But, let me clarify.
I absolutely love Christmas. Always have. In fact, I was given a Christmas-themed bridal shower before I got married because everyone knew how much I loved it. Flash forward 15 years, 3 children and a dog and it’s all grown to be a bit hectic.
I’m going to take a slightly different twist on the Simple Abundance journey this week. Throughout the book, there has always been an emphasis on going within and being authentic.
Taking time to be introspective is often encouraged. This week gives us an opportunity to do exactly that! Remembrance Day offers us the chance to count our lucky stars that we all had the good fortune to find ourselves in this country, either by birth or choice.
The Waiting Game
The waiting has begun. The countdown jar has only 1 candy each left in it!! It’s so hard knowing that he is days away from seeing us again, but I just want to see him NOW!
I just found out that my dad’s flight has been delayed! I feel very frustrated that we have to wait another day for him to come home. My dad must find it frustrating too. And his trip must feel very long and tiring. I hope that his flight is not delayed again even though it means that we will have to be up very, very early in the morning to meet him!
You might have noticed that the Ezine is a little late this week to arrive into your inbox – which I apologize for. I was blindsided on Friday with exhaustion, memories and grief.
Last Wednesday my oldest daughter and I headed to Toronto for a screening of Children of Soldiers, a documentary about four families who are in the throes of a deployment or in the aftermath of one.My family volunteered for the project. We had no agenda nor did we know what the tour had in store for us.
Conversations with My Waffles
I can't recall a time when food didn't call me at some point during the day or night.
Usually the conversation goes like this:
Call display: the Simmonds' Household Kitchen.
Me: Hello? This is Julie...
Cupcakes: I'm inviting you to the most delicious party at 8:00 pm
Things to look forward to once my Dad is home!
As a family through emails and phone calls we have decided that we will go on a trip somewhere we’ve never been. We have a destination in mind that is close enough that we can drive to it and not have to take a plane.
I am a middle child with an older sister, younger brother and an older half brother from my dad’s first marriage. My sister and I are two years apart; somewhat of a curse when we were younger, but a blessing as an adult. We fought quite a bit growing up, and it wasn’t until we “grew-up” that we became the best of friends.
Remembering All Year
I began participating in Remembrance Day ceremonies at the age of 13. I was a Pathfinder in Girl Guides. At the time it never crossed my mind that Remembrance Day wouldn’t be about one day of the year for me.
As a military wife I attended my first military funeral when I was 23 years old. I didn’t know Master Corporal Mark Isfeld, nor had I ever met him, but as I sat in the church in Chilliwack I witnessed the grief of his comrades. I watch the tears stream down military spouses’ faces. I saw Mark’s wife and his family sitting at the front church.
I had no idea what they were thinking or what they were going through. All I knew was that they would never touch him, see him or hear his voice again.
I wanted to cry, but my 23 year-old mind told me I didn’t have a right. I didn’t know him so I couldn’t understand the loss his family was facing.