Saturday, June 27, 2009

Happy Times

I just caught myself as I was walking into the kitchen on this lovely Saturday morning, after just having read about baby's week 12 and heading to get Duane a treat to bribe him with so I could take away the plastic bottle he was chewing on, about to tell hubby how happy I am right now, how amazing things are. But then I stopped myself. I don't want to have to regret those words, or take them back should the worst happen.

Anyway, I'm happy. And I'm hopeful.

And, thanks to today's post on Tongue In Cheek, and the fact that this morning K was reading about a car that I thought we saw in a great car museum in France, I am also dreaming of France! Of Europe in general. Hubster and I had gone on lovely three-plus week trips in 2005 and 2007, and so we were due for one this summer...but then we bought the house in Burnaby and sunk A LOT of money into it in a short period of time (enough for probably six trips to Europe? Maybe four..) and so we won't be traveling any time soon.

So, let's visit in pictures, shall we?!

2005 trip


Paris
Paris from the Eiffel Tower


The Louvre, here's where they're restoring objet d'art.

At The Louvre, and MAN do my legs ever look short in this photo! The wonderful meeting of the two pyramids would play a part in my engagement ring in the years to come...

Louvre cafe.My favourite favourite favourite piece, ever. Victoire de Samothrace. I should like her to come and live with me.

Forest fires in the South of France.


On the beach near Antibes, between Nice and Cannes.

I have to head out on Saturday errands right now, but next post will be about France from 2007. Have a great day, everyone. And remember to permit yourself to be happy...I know I will.

Hugs and love to all.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Life in CA

Hello hello!

Thank you to all who still steadfastly check in to this space, and I am sorry I've not updated it so there's something for you to see when you get here. There are a few reasons for my absence.

One, I think I needed time to be quiet and private. There's no secret that in this special and what has been safe (knock on wood) space, I've allowed myself to get very personal and very raw. And if you know me very well at all, you'll know that at my core, I am a pretty intensely private person. I have just become more comfortable being this way as I have gotten older. I don't really like bare-your-soul conversations, and while writing is my preferred mode of expression and can be like therapy, with the year that we have had, I wasn't ready to go there beyond what I've already shared.

That hasn't really changed, but this past year-plus has also been therapeutic in the sense that it has brought my hubby and me closer, and we've had a wonderful, healing time with our furry therapist Duane.

I've also been busy being a magazine Editor-in-Chief! I can reasonably say this is my dream job. I can't tell you how much I love what I do - it's like I finally found a position that takes all of my experience, abilities and passions into account in one title and job. There are always "buts" and the big one is, but, it's not home. LB is great and CA is great but at this time, the CA I am yearning for is CANADA.

Homesick? I guess. Not in the traditional sense though - it's more that we bought a house in Burnaby, back last winter, with a view to moving back in March. And when we decided to stay because of my great job, we knew we'd have to reno just a little it to make it more livable for eventual tenants. And when that slight reno turned into something more, and hubs and I came back a few times and spent some time (and serious effort on his part) there, we knew we missed it enough to do something about it.

So, we'll see. I am not making an big announcements here but I might be soon. Oh, well that's not really true. I CAN announce that...

...I'm pregnant again.

As I type that I have a small smile on my face. But just a small one. If you've been a reader of The Straight Poop, you'll understand how nerve-wracking and gut-wrenching this is after we lost our Henry.

I am on blood thinners, and we are proceeding with great caution, and careful optimism. I am 10 and a half weeks now, and baby is the size of a prune.

I didn't know if it was wise to share it in this public forum again but you people have been here for me in ways that I can never comprehend. Try explaining this to a non-blogger, but your support helped me through the darkest days.

I can't report on the latest developments, the ultrasounds and kicks, with breathless innocence anymore, but I'll let you know how we're all coming along.

And if you want to see what I've been up to, grab a coffee and sit down to TamaraMedia.com and of course, ModernGearTV.com. I post whenever I can...and I still need more readers!!

I hope you are all well. If you are reading this, PLEASE leave me a comment so I can get caught up with all of you.

Much love,
Tam

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I AM here.

I am, I promise. Life has gotten very, very busy. I'll come back here soon, I promise. I always have so much to say but I have several outlets now...not sure if anyone much comes here anymore but if you do - thank you. Let me know. And I'll let you know how it's going.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Oh dear...

I hope this doesn't go to his head...

From HauteDogs.org.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

And what did you do today, Mister Duane?

Did you crochet a blanket? Make a pot of soup? Or TEAR APART AN ENTIRE ROLL OF PAPER TOWELS? Oh, that one then.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

2008 in a wordle



2008 wrap-up in photos to come...Happy New Year, everyone.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Uttered out loud in the last five minutes

I am home alone. I just realized, I say a lot out loud, when it's just me and the dog. And not all of it nice. A small sampling:

"Oh for the love of God. You have to be kidding me." (When reading a work-related e-mail).

"Ooooh I have to pee!" (To no-one in particular, running to bathroom. I always forget to pee til it's almost too late, and yes, that IS a lot of information.)

"Duane! Come! Good boy! Oops, sorry for poking you in the eye." (when D was barking).

"Yeeeaaah I don't really know you. So....thanks for the poke." (When reading a notification e-mail from Facebook).