Bday gift for the not-so-little kid


This is pusheen the cat. She is fat. She’s lazy. She likes cake and spaghetti. And sometimes she’s a unicorn. We’ve just discovered her, and of course, the kid loves her.

I tried to order the kid a necklace for her Bday, and was a little taken back that shipping was $10 from Chicago. I can ship a tshirt to new Hampshire for $3 – how is it so much for a teeny-tiny necklace?

Anyways … Its against all theories I have about handmade, but I made the kid a tee in her size for her big Bday.


Since its her Bday, the cat is having her cake. And of course, since her awesome mama made it she says she loves it even more 🙂

Somehow etsy is full of recreations of this cat. Is that normal? In fact I see recreations of lots of comic characters … Batman, adventureland guys, starwars … So is there a rule? We can’t copy the little guy, but once they hit the big time its fair game?

So torn on this …

… Now I’m waiting for the night hawk to fall asleep so we can decorate her room for the morning… Hopefully I don’t fall asleep first.

Doodled invites for yet another birthday


Spent this lazy Sunday planning the kid’s upcoming birthday… Doodling her invites and making some homemade decorations, while reminiscing about birthdays past.

She told me her best year was the mermaid party – when she was three! Clearly she didn’t get her memory skills from me.  That year I made her this horrible cake. It was only a month after moving into the house, and we had yet to realize the oven cooked a little hotter than it should. In an attempt to mask the awful unfluffy inside, I covered the outside in blue icing creating peaks to resemble water, which I later realized had too much food colouring and it stained everything it touched. I sprinkled graham crackers on one side to look like a sandy beach, placed gummy fish throughout the water and made crabs out of skittles and licorice shoelaces…. It was not well done. It was like the kid made it herself.

But thankfully her memory was that I created a GLOBE covered in beautiful blue water and wonderful sea creatures… Such a creative rose coloured memory.


She’s been through a lot, but every bit helped create the beautiful genius she is today. She has her daddy’s mathemetician brain, and that crazy part of me that’s hopeful to no end, and just plain silly. Those who know me know what I’m talking about.

She has all our good qualities and more. She’s my pride and joy … But I do wish time could slow down a little.

In two weeks she will be eleven.. then 13 … Then 16 with a car … Then 19 and moving out … Then 25 with her own family …

Breathe. Just breathe.

My simple wish (because the mother gets one wish for every birthday wish of her child) is that she always stays close. That she never stops talking to me. That she never lets go of her playfulness. That she remains silly and funny and smart, and she never changes anything just because someone else asks her to.

That’s not too much to ask on an eleventh birthday, right?!

Just another day

I heard someone once say “the way you spend your New Years is the way you’re going to spend the rest of that year”… But now that I’m older it feels more like one of those made up proverbs cuz it’s never worked out that way. One year I had the best new years ever, spending the best time with the best people. Four months later, all of them were out of my life. Another year I had truly bad New Years, basically standing alone in a crowded room… And still proceeded to have the worst year. I think its just like everything else, you make your own luck. Ok wait, my daughter is really lucky… She wins everything that she enters into… So she just has the luck surrounding her. She’s the exception…

This year I had a very quiet new year, with no alcohol, all by choice. I am NOT expecting that to follow with a quiet non-alcoholic year. I’m not expecting to be alone except that one person. I am not expecting anything of it. Because I create my own fate.

My resolution though… To do more. Not sit at home and read about other people out in the world doing things, making a name for themselves, making friends going places… But ME doing them. Just like the movie “yes man” with Jim Carrey, I’m going to say yes more. A lot more. Starting with the blog… I’m going to write more. Share more. Talk more. Do more.

So this will be the first of many… On the road to my own happiness.

The princess and her rebel

Ever been out driving and took a corner to fast or snuck out to a rooftop, where no one should be, and thought “yes! More of that please” ? Today I realized, while I live this reserved, mediocre (boring) princess-in-a-tower kinda life, something in me craves the fast, wild and dangerous. And while my personal sense of danger is not exactly what everyone else in the world would consider risky, its far beyond what this princess was able to experience from the safety of her tall tall tower. 

Lately I had a deep desire for a different kind of job, and I was really regretting not going to school for nursing or forensic sciences. At first I thought it was just because I was watching too much “Walking Dead” and felt I needed a skill, but today I realized it was actually because there is more potential for danger and risk than what I was getting sitting behind my boring computer in a boring office all day. Sure there are funny stories, but I’m not saving the world here. 

The over-dramatized recollections of my day are more for me, to convince myself yes indeed you are being “risky” … But really quite silly because I’m not at all. 

I used to opt for the clear calculated solutions to problems, but no one gets anywhere like that these days. Not with a business, and not in life

The little things I do, like drive too fast around corners, eating a great before I pay for the bundle, or turn off the GPS and try to find my own way home are my princess ways of getting a little dangerous… I’m still in training afterall. I haven’t traded my shiny ballet shoes in for the muddy combat boots just yet. 

But thankfully I keep a real risky person nearby as best I can. Close enough to be my favorite person in fact.

Now remember, I’m not talking about a gun-slinging, drug dealing psycho … No no. More like a rebel. a kind hearted bad guy who breaks the rules but never with the intent to harm a person. Like Disney’s rapunzel and her dangerous boy – yes! Exactly like that. That’s my life completely … Ooh maybe I need to ask for some royalties or something. 


The scene where she is out of her tower for the first time, and she’s torn between wonder and fear – that’s literally how I felt the first time he took me to Toronto.


… Happy, excited, amazed … And suddenly nervous. Was that a gunshot? Lets go see what are those people doing on that dark alley .. oh that’s a bad idea? Why?

He speaks of the bad in the world, and I listen in awe. some things are hard to grasp because they are so far beyond the walls of my Disney fairytale, but I wouldn’t give any of the knowledge back now that I have it. 

He drives the sportsbike, and I hold on real tight behind him. He maintains clear control as he spins the car through snow, and I just smile. He’s covered in tattoos and I might have met my threshold with the single one I got as a kid. He is my thrill and excitement. He is my  opposite, and to me, we fit perfectly. 


There are many couples I know who are not opposites, but almost as though they’ve been cut from the same rock. Match so perfectly, same tastes, same styles. But I wonder … are there others out there whose favorite person happens to be their complete opposite?

Getting back into sketching

Seeing all these amazing summer scenes sketches from our friends, I figured it was high time to bring back our own “sketch a day” challenge. Bee and I attempted this a few years ago, but life got busy …and it fizzled out.

It was a great bonding time for us, sitting and talking about what was memorable in our day, and usually laughing so hard neither of us could actually draw anything. It kept my brain organized too .. or maybe it was the designated creative time…

We started with doodlers anonymous contest to sketch a portrait. This was a HUGE challenge for me (gosh darn noses!) in skill and confidence. I had to find something good about my face – and not draw it like a beastly alien girl – which is what I see sometimes. Bee did a great job, so quick and easy. I love that she’s so proud of herself.


Mine… After many attempts


Now that its done of course, I can breathe and … I actually like the pic. Well, its not hideous and all scratchy like a cat drew it with their eyes closed.

All in all, this time, if I can get my calendar in order, I hope bee will have an opportunity to meet some great artists at the kw urban sketch meetups, rather than my lessons based on faint memories of high school art class.

So hopefully this is the first of many for us.

My sketch of a berry tree (crabapple?)


Bees closeup sketch of the tree