Super Happy Jen's Super Happy Blog

Week in review

2012-01-27T10:14:00.001-05:00

Today I'm supposed to think back over the past seven days and think of the things that went really well for me. These can be trivial or more life changing. It was an uneventful week for the most part so mostly trivial then.

1. I've had Jadzia wandering around the house half naked (bottom half) to encourage her to use the potty. It's worked fairly well. She goes pee by herself on the toilet. She's even climbed onto the big toilet by herself and one time she managed to get the nail polish and reward herself by painting her nails. Occasionally she has accidents, and by "accidents" I of course mean deliberately peeing on a piece of furniture just to get a rise out of daddy.

2. I registered Jadzia for junior kindergarten. She wore underwear and went pee in the staff washroom at school. I mentioned to the secretary that she wasn't quite toilet trained and she handed me a pamphlet. The fact that they have such pamphlets for parents of kindergarten students makes me feel so much better about having a stubborn 3-year-old in diapers.

3. My inlaws gave us a new tv. It is much flatter than our old tv and hangs nicely on the wall. My husband is now obsessed with watching our blu ray movies to take advantage of the good picture quality. Last night, Avatar. We still have our ginormous tv (which was also a hand me down from the inlaws) and it still works, so if anyone has the man power to attempt to remove it from our basement, it can be yours.

So that's it. Now I'm supposed to have good good happy feelings that last for months and months. Well, I don't feel depressed or anything, so it must be working!

Nice to be appreciated

2012-01-26T16:35:00.001-05:00

I recently received a prestigious blogging award from my friend Sharon over at Romance & Beyond. Thanks Sharon! Award, meme, same difference. Anyway, here are the rules:

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you. (Check)
2. Share 7 random facts about yourself. (See below)
3. Pass the Award on to 10 deserving blog buddies. (10? Really? Kind of cheapens the whole award that I have to send it to that many. What makes you think I even have 10 friends, let alone 10 friends with "Irresistibly Sweet" blogs?)
4. Contact those buddies and let them know. (Meh, if I feel like it)

Now 7 random facts:

1. I have a preference for brightly coloured clothing, particularly red. Sometimes I even dye my hair red and then wear red pants, a red shirt, and a red jacket. Totally stylin'

2. I am easily distracted and enjoy all kinds of computer games. They keep me from productive activities including (but not limited to) laundry, dishes, cleaning the house, grocery shopping, writing and painting.

3. I have green eyes, but my husband and kids all have brown eyes.

4. I love karaoke.

5. My favourite show is Star Trek: the Next Generation

6. I sent an e-mail to my husband today telling him how much I appreciate him. This was today's part of the 59 seconds perfect diary.

7. I got 90s in math in high school and found algebra to be kind of fun.

Ten deserving blogging buddies: Natalie, BlagHag, Zydeco Fish, Sylvia McNicoll, Design Chicks Blogaboo, Space Craig, A.J. Mullarky, Alex J Cavanaugh, Glitter Word, Tracey's Tavern

Some of these bloggers I know, some I only feel like I know because I read their blogs. Check them out. If you feel like it, let them know you got there from my blog (mention the award in case I don't get around to it).

Future Fantastic

2012-01-25T10:30:00.000-05:00

Today, as part of Professor's Wiseman's perfect diary, I'm going to write about my future. I'm to imagine everything has worked out wonderfully, all my dreams come true and all my goals realized. Interestingly, this sort of visualization will not help me actually realize my goals. For that, I'd have to create a step by step plan and imagine all the obstacles I'll have to overcome. But this isn't about achieving one's goals, this is about good good happy feelings.

Next year my book will be out and I'll be finished the second one. Having one book published, I'll easily land an agent for the second book and she will be busily negotiating with all the big wig publishers. My improv skills will get me into the invite-only advanced class and I'll do my first show in front of an audience. People will see my mad skills on stage and run right home to purchase my ebook, hoping it's just as entertaining. They won't be disappointed. In fact, I'll receive rave reviews on both the show and the novel. I'll get a little extra money with my new found fame and I'll take the whole family on a canoeing trip in Algonquin. Also I'll pay off my Visa and start work on my Star Trek basement. I'll get that new red couch I've had my eye on forever and no one will pee on it or chew it.

Good times

2012-01-24T12:11:00.001-05:00

Tuesday's prescribed writing assignment from Professor Wiseman is to think about a happy even in your life and describe it.

I immediately thought of mine and Adam's night in Niagara-on-the-lake last year. It was a Christmas present from my parents that we redeemed in July. One night in a fancy hotel, a three course dinner, and a play. The weather was perfect and we rode out bikes along the water. Mature trees provided shade to our smoothly-paved meandering path. We stopped for cherries at a small store.

The dinner was delicious (I had pasta with duck and bacon, thank goodness I have this blog to help me remember details). I only remember the lobster poutine. I would go back just to taste it: big chunks of claw meat atop perfect potatoey fries. In fact, maybe next time we go to Niagara Falls, we can leave the kids at my in-laws and go get some. Not dinner, just the appetizer.

The play would have been better as a musical, but there was a slight amusement factor and we enjoyed each others company. The mirror in our hotel washroom had a tv embedded in it.

I was deliriously happy pretty much the entire time.

Thankful things

2012-01-23T11:13:00.000-05:00

So I've been reading the book "59 seconds: Change your Life in Under a Minute" by Richard Wiseman. It's a self help book that debunks other self help books and uses science to increase happiness and success. I have already spent well over 59 seconds perusing the book, and have come across an exercise that I can do right here on the blog. I'm to maintain a diary for one week, Monday to Friday. Each day, Professor Wiseman has prescribed a certain topic and at the end of the week I should end up with a blissfully happy feeling that for lasts months. Fun stuff!

Today is Monday. I'm to think back to the previous week and write down three things that I'm thankful for.

My family tops the list always. My husband Adam, and my kids William and Jadzia. When I was younger, all I wanted was to have a husband, two kids, and a house, so this life is my dream come true. Of course, I also wanted to live on the moon, but I'm sure that will come. This week the kids and I had some quality time tobogganing and on Saturday, Adam and I got to go on a date together. I get a lot of "I love you"s, especially from William. They're especially nice unsolicited, when I'm expecting him to ask for a snack or something and instead get a declaration of affection.
The weather. I am so glad it is finally winter weather. This is my favourite time of year. I mentioned we went tobogganing, right? There's a perfect hill right next to William's school, and when I pick him up I bring the toboggan. Also, last week we went skating down by the lake. Just perfect. If you're going to go out and do winter stuff, wear an extra pair of pants. I don't have snow pants so two pairs of jeans is so much better than one. I'm convinced that anyone who says they don't like winter is just cranky because their legs are cold.
My friends. Some of us went to the movies together on Saturday and saw Beauty and the Beast in 3D. (Thanks to Columbia for organizing it!) Currently my best friends are my son's best friend's moms. On Mondays I take improv class and am often joined by mommy friends eager for a childless night. Last Monday, Becca went with me. She's probably my oldest friend, since we met in kindergarten. And her son is only two weeks older than mine, how great is that? I love my friends unconditionally and know that they feel the same way about me. Sappy, but true.

Warm fuzzies engage!

God does not exist.

2012-01-21T10:12:00.000-05:00

The fact that I happen to believe that statement doesn't really matter in my day to day life. I'm unlikely to be mobbed in the street or sent to jail. Unfortunately the same doesn't apply to Alexander Aan, a 31-year-old in Indonesia who wrote those same four words on his Facebook. God does not exist. I can say it as many times as I want and the worst I'll get is an angry comment and a lost twitter follower (and honestly, I doubt even that's going to happen). Alexander Aan was attacked on his way to work. He was arrested.

Really? Do people really behave this way in a free and democratic society? My first instinct upon reading this article was to exercise my own freedom of speech by posting "God does not exist" as my own Facebook status. I encourage everyone to do the same. Maybe we'll start some kind of viral internet thing that will reach the people of Indonesia (who I'm sure aren't all bigots).

In other news, my husband is making waffles!

Punta Cana Moments: Pool vs Ocean

2012-01-15T00:03:00.000-05:00

The majority of our time in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic was spent in or around the water. Specifically, the ocean and the pool. Which leads to the question which is better, ocean or pool?

Stubbornly, I want to pick ocean, a beautiful natural wonder, the birthplace of our earliest ancestors. The sight of it is a vacation brochure come to life; turquoise water lined with palm trees and white beaches. I loved swimming among the waves, even if the salt stung my eyes occasionally.

For the kids, the pool is the clear choice. Say what? We have pools in Burlington. We didn't travel almost three thousand miles just to swim in a pool! Granted, the pools in Burlington aren't surrounded by palm trees. Nor do they have bars that you can swim up to and order free drinks all day. When William wasn't ordering me to film his amazing splashes, he was drinking virgin daiquiries until his lips matched his life jacket. I must admit, the clear refreshing water was much more pleasant on the eyes and mouth than its salty counterpart. Perhaps this is because the pool was designed specifically for the pleasure of humans, while the ocean is the embodiment of a fierce mother nature who pressures all creatures to adapt to her whim.

What the beach did have going for it was the sand. Even on the hottest days, it never got hot enough to burn your feet (Yes, really. I know, I can't get over it either). Also, no matter where we were on the beach, the sand was always the perfect consistency for making castles. While on the beach, the kids were happy to stay on shore while Adam and I took turns getting our swim on. Of course, William did enjoy jumping in the waves on occasion, and Jadzia ran in and out just getting her toes wet.

Back in the great white north, today we played in the snow and went skating. My mom asked William what he liked better, swimming in the pool and ocean, or the ice and snow. His answer was immediate and enthusiastic: "Snow! Snow! Snow!"

Sexy Clown Fish, Stubborn Machines, and Doggy Boils

2012-01-12T21:38:00.000-05:00

I don't normally buy books at the dollar store but when I saw "So Many Ways to Reproduce" I couldn't leave it behind. After all, there is nothing more fascinating and entertaining than the intimate relations of our animal friends. Just now I read an interesting tidbit about the clown fish. They are hermaphrodites at birth, but here's the weird thing: if the mommy dies, the daddy will turn into a female, and one of the babies will turn into a male to become the new daddy. Seriously. I'm imagining an alternate version of Finding Nemo.

I went to the dollar store because I had to renew the licence sticker on my car so I went to that kiosk in the mall. You can theoretically renew your health card, licence, whatever at this stupid little machine without the ordeal of actually having to talk to another person. Unfortunately it didn't work, as it rarely does. Apparently it didn't have stickers for the date I wanted, which is right now, so I honestly don't get it. I went to the dollar store and to buy a treat for my reasonably-well-behaved three-year old (and also so the trip didn't feel like such a waste). Tomorrow I'll talk to a real person and get a new sticker and renew my daughter's health card (fun). I would have gone today but the office is closed on Thursday. Yes, they are open Monday through Wednesday and Fridays. The universe is clearly against me getting any errands done.

I did manage to get to the vet so they could examine a lump Worf had on his shoulder. Either it's something harmless that dogs get all the time, or its a hideous cancerous growth. I paid $260 to find out which one it is. In the Dominican Republic dogs live in the streets like overgrown rats and here we pay hundreds to investigate their boils. (Stay tuned for more about my recent Punta Cana vacation when I feel like writing about it).

Punta Cana Moments - The Trip Home

2012-01-10T22:18:00.000-05:00

For the past week my family and I have been in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic to attend my sister's wedding. It was a relaxing trip which included palm trees, swimming and buffets. Of course the thing most fresh in my mind is the trip home, so that is what I will tell you about today.

To make our one-am flight we had to be all ready and in the lobby by nine, already past the kids bedtime. Some rather pushy merchants happened to be set up selling various souvenir trinkets. I got suckered into buying two little drum noisemakers for the kids, and they promptly began fighting over who got to use the one with the crocodile on it (the other had a dolphin). Shortly after that, Jadzia fell asleep, on my lap, in the lobby, despite the noise of the boisterous bar-goers.

The bus took a route with many windy roads, and an exorbitant amount of speed bumps, stopping at several other resorts along the way. I tossed my still-comatose daughter at Adam because I was afraid I was going to vomit on her. I drank water, which helped a little at first, but then just wanted to come up. But I made it to the airport without puking. Huzzah! William fell asleep on the bus.

Adam was already in charge of all the luggage, and I couldn't carry both kids so my mom carried Jadzia and I carried William. That child has gotten a lot heavier since he lived in my belly five years ago. In the line up at Dominican customs, he woke enough to become delirious and started kicking me. I put him down and guided the little zombie along, while Jadzia screamed as she attempted to find a comfortable position in Omi's arms.

We waited in the airport for a while, which is not air-conditioned. In fact, the whole place is walls-optional. I get that the Dominican doesn't get a lot of snow storms, but does it never rain sideways? Parts of it look more like a picnic shelter than an international airport.

Anyway, William nodded off again and I carried his limp body across the tarmac. In the summer, I went portaging and had to carry half our gear in a giant pack. That was nothing. You know those tunnels that lead you right from the gate into your airplane? Punta Cana doesn't have those. Those tunnels are a good idea. I huffed and puffed along, up the stairs to the airplane, and finally chucked my first born onto the window seat. We set Jadzia down beside him and they stayed asleep until we landed in Toronto.

Then they had a great time with the moving sidewalks.

Off I go to Punta Cana!

2012-01-02T00:50:00.001-05:00

I won't be online in a little over a week because I'll be here:

Tune in next week for pictures!

Snow!

2011-12-30T11:31:00.000-05:00

Perhaps it's global warming, or perhaps snow has always been elusive in the month of December, when the Christmas season has us collectively wishing for a blanket of white. We got rain instead of snow on Christmas Eve and then, a few days later, a tease. A thin layer of crunchy icy stuff that is no good for snowballs, snowmen, snow angels, or sledding. We went outside anyway.

Yesterday we had a real snowfall, I threw snowballs for Worf on our evening walk. The temperature threatened to climb above zero before the morning. I awoke today relieved that the snow was still here, packing snow, snowman snow. I got the kids dressed in their snowpants, mitts and hats. I told them that if the tobogganing hill was too sticky and slushy, plan B was to build a snowman in the schoolyard.

Fortunately, the hill was covered in slippery snow, if a little muddy at the bottom. The stark white maple leaf on the palm of my mittens is now beige. Looks like it was meant to be that colour.

I immediately wished I'd brought a camera. Jadzia helped to straighten the sled before they got in, making sure they would go down at just the right angle. William held his sister, protecting her as they slid down together.

I went down a few times with the kids, but then my eldest made it clear that it was better without a grown-up. He was right, I slowed them down and caused the unbalanced sled to spin out of control.

I was just getting bored of watching others have fun, when William exclaimed the he had to go pee. He wanted to pee in the bushes, but since he was wearing snowpants and a jacket I wasn't sure how that would be accomplished. Nor did I want to try. It was time to go home anyway. When he started to fuss, I lured them both away from the hill with a playful snowball fight. I pretended to be attempting to evade their attack, using the toboggan as a shield.

Despite William's repeated insistence that he "couldn't hold it", neither he nor his sister walked any faster than they normally would. To be fair, they were both dressed like astronauts. However, since he didn't seem to be in a big hurry, I made him wait a minute longer so I could run inside and grab my camera (they looked too cute in their snowsuits).

And he didn't pee his pants!

Mama needs some e-book recommendations...

2011-12-25T22:13:00.000-05:00

The big guy in red has gifted me a new Sony e-reader (among other things). I already have several books on there, including an unauthorized version of my upcoming novel Wardroids (Santa really does watch you all the time, and go through the files on your computer), and some random ones my Dad added when I went over for Christmas dinner. While it may take me until well after next Christmas to read all these, I also feel I should support my fellow authors by actually purchasing e-books.

This is where you guys come in. Suggest a book that I might enjoy, or a book that you enjoyed, or a book that you wrote and want people to buy. It doesn't have to be profound or life-changing, just entertaining is fine with me. I like SF, but not exclusively. I'm asking all of you, including the lurkers (really people, just say hi once in a while).

Also if you know of any books that have movies based on them, let me know, since I have taken a pledge to read the book first. I guess I'd better download "The Help" and "Hunger Games".

When I'm not reading books on my e-reader, I'll be playing my limited edition Klingon Monopoly game. Board games are surprisingly popular in the Empire, although Monopoly is a bit controversial as it is seen as promoting Ferengi values.

Merry Christmas everyone! (And thanks in advance for all the e-book recommendations)

Oh, Christmas Time

2011-12-17T14:58:00.000-05:00

Having junked our artificial tree at the end of the season last year, yesterday we went on a mission to chop down a real one. We took a tractor ride into forest of pint-sized pines, whereupon a grumpy farmer told us he was only making one trip because the ground wasn't frozen enough. We looked at three different types of trees; green ones, blue ones, and more green ones. Finally we settled on green. We wandered through the rows of pines, rejecting some, picking out maybes and then forgetting where they were. All the while Jadzia was kept in low spirits due to the cold, a lost candy cane, and general three-year-old crankiness. We finally found the perfect tree (we got cold and hungry). Adam sawed it down and then we bought hot dogs and chili at the farm store.

It's been a week of Christmas memories. On Friday we had lunch with Santa at the community centre. By we, I mean William and Jadzia. Santa doesn't feed grown-ups. My children were the only ones who opted for food before seeing Santa. It meant that Jadzia had chocolate brownie up her nose when I snapped the Santa photo, but I don't think you can really tell in the picture.

Thursday was William's Christmas concert at his school. He chose a bright green shirt to wear and stood out beautifully. His class recited a poem called "I don't want mittens for Christmas" and sang "Mittens and Gloves". Not exactly old chestnuts, but they did very well. I was able to enjoy myself despite the overtired three-year-old on my lap, who wanted desperately to go on stage with her brother.

In other news, I was sort of tagged in a Christmas Meme (as part of my writing group) and it seems appropriate (appropriately lazy) to answer those questions here.

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Hot chocolate tastes better, but egg nog is more Christmassy. Never make hot chocolate with water. That's blasphemy (and not in a good way).

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Both.

3. Coloured lights on tree/house or white? Coloured.

4. Do you hang mistletoe? Nope.

5. When do you put your decorations up?Sometime in December/ when we feel like it.

6. What is your favourite holiday dish?Christmas log.

7. Favourite Holiday memory as a child? The memories I had this week are right up there. I guess I`m not technically a child though. So I`ll go with this one: My grandparents celebrated on Christmas Eve. On years that we stayed at their house, we would hide in the kitchen, then Santa would ring a bell. We would run into the living room and all our gifts would be laid out. We never saw Santa, and I swear the whole family was in the kitchen, all adults accounted for. It must have been the real deal.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I consider myself a Santa Claus agnostic.

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?Except when we went to my grandparents, we usually opened Christmas morning. Although we got one gift (always a book and occasionally a book and pjs) on Christmas Eve. My inlaws also celebrate Christmas Eve, so there is present opening at their house then, but at our house Santa`s presents get opened on Christmas Morning.

10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? The Christmas decorations box pukes all over the tree and we call it done.

11. Can you ice skate?Since I was two.

12. Do you remember your favourite gift? My daughter, Jadzia. Born 5:15 am, December 25th.

13. What’s the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Family. Warm fuzzies.

14. What is your favourite Holiday Dessert?I told you! Christmas log.

15. What is your favourite holiday tradition?I love everything except the financial stress.

16. What tops your tree?A slightly dilapidated red star from an Ikea ornament set.

17. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? Both.

18. What is your favourite Christmas Song?I used to like `We Three Kings` because of the camels with sneakers. `Santa Baby`is a good one. Also `Here Comes Santa Claus`. Edit: Oh! I totally forgot about Tim Minchin's White Wine in the Sun, which is both funny and touching and very well captures the meaning of Christmas.

19. Candy Canes: Yuck or Yum?I can take them or leave them.

20. Favourite Christmas Show?Will Vinton`s Claymation Christmas Celebration which my family watched every year from the time it came out in 1987, until it faded into obscurity.

21. Saddest Christmas Song? Christmas songs should not be sad. They should be joyous. Songs about war and hunger are okay as long at they are upbeat. There should never be any songs about a little boy using a sob story about his dying mother to scam someone into buying him an expensive pair of shoes.

Merry Christmas everyone!

The most stressful part of my day.

2011-12-13T17:38:00.000-05:00

I live a two-minute walk from my son's school. It lets out at 3:15ish.

At 2:30, I get my daughter dressed. Regardless of whether I dressed her in the morning, by 2:30 she is without pants. This involves chasing her around the house waving a pair of pants and a pair socks and yelling "Come here Jadzia!" She does not come when called. The dog does though and he will always attempt to eat the socks.

Jadzia poos around the same time and I'm trying to toilet train her so that means rinsing out a pair of undies. She will not poo on the potty. Ever. A lot of the time she defecates immediately after I've dressed her and I have to dress her again.

Today she wants to wear her new one-piece snowsuit. Once I start dressing Jadzia, our 50-pound puppy gets wind that we are going and runs up, wags his entire body, knocks my daughter over at least twice, and attempts to eat our hats/mitts/boots. I leash him up in a harness that he hates but theoretically discourages him from pulling.

The alarm on my watch is set to 3 pm, just in case I forget the time. It goes off just as we were heading out the door.

After five steps, Jadzia stops to play with the rocks in my neighbour's driveway. This patch of gravel is unremarkable to me, but she will not leave the area voluntarily. At this point I have to carry her. Have you ever tried to carry a three-year-old that doesn't want to be carried? How about one wearing a one-piece snowsuit? How about one-handed while holding the leash of a 50-pound puppy?

I somehow manage to carry Jadzia to the corner. I put her down as soon as we cross the road. Immediately she runs to examine something so close to the street that my heart does a somersault. This time it was a branch.

The rest of the way I "hold Jadzia's hand", which in this case is code for holding her by her forearm to keep her from running into traffic. She falls to her knees like a rag doll forcing me to drag her. Of course I can't really drag her, so I have to pick her up again.

Meanwhile, Worf, the 50-pound puppy, jumps on every person that passes by. Children, parents, whoever. I chant "Sorry. Worf! Leave it! Hey! Sit! He won't bite. He's friendly. Sorry. Sorry" all the way to school.

I put Jadzia down once we reach the kindergarten door. She does not stay near me, but we're not near the road so whatever. She watches William get ready through the window, but when he comes out she runs into the fenced off area for kindergarten recess, or hides behind the fir trees next to the door.

By the time I gather her up, William is way ahead of me. He either doesn't pay attention to where I am or doesn't care. He wants to walk with his friend whose mother is much more efficient at wrangling children. In fact, all the mothers are better at wrangling their children, and their kids stay near them and listen to them. Even their dogs behave.

I tell William to wait and Jadzia to hurry up. I'm yelling into the wind and no one hears me. I concentrate on Jadzia because I know William will not run into the road or do anything crazy. Jadzia stops to lick a metal signpost (seriously). Luckily, it is not cold enough for her tongue to stick. I worry that it will be soon.

I'm so visibly frustrated at this point that a random woman stops to ask me if I'm okay. I mumble that I am. Worf jumps on her daughter. I feel like the worst mother in the schoolyard.

When we finally get home the children dawdle at the end of the driveway. They can tell I'm stressed and this makes them less obedient. I have to count to five to get them to come in the door. Once inside, they do not give me space.

Jadzia's 3rd Birthday Party

2011-12-11T21:06:00.001-05:00

Before you have an aneurysm wondering where the time went, I must tell you that my Christmas baby won't be three for another few weeks. We had her party early for obvious reasons. We did what we always do for birthdays. We invited everyone she loves to our house and ate food while the kids played.

The most stressful part of a party is the before party clean-up. My husband did most of that (yes, and you can't have him), while I prepared a cheese plate, a fruit plate, a veggie and dip plate, and spaghetti casserole. The kids helped me bake a cake. Jadzia asked for strawberry so I added strawberry jam to my usual half-butter half-icing sugar icing. The result was so sweet I got a sugar rush just from licking the spoon (and I have a fairly high tolerance).

We didn't plan any activities beyond eating and opening presents, but everyone had a great time anyway (or pretended to). Jadzia's Babcia was there, and her Omi and Opa, her aunties, her uncles, her cousins, and her friends.

She got an obscene amount of gifts, and each one was carefully chosen by someone who has loved her since she was a baby. I know from experience that the present a child is excited about when they open it, is not always the same as the present that she plays with on a daily basis. She chose gifts in boxes over gifts in bags. She didn't really care what was in them.

Until her friends had left, of course.

Just before bedtime we drove to that insanely decorated house on Spruce Street. The perfect end to a perfect day. (And to think, I still have leftover Brie).

I won Tuesday Tales!

2011-12-07T08:25:00.001-05:00

Yesterday I entered the Tuesday Tales contest over at Glitterword. Each week, contestants are given a photo and a word as inspiration for a flash fiction. The prompts this week:

And the word: Sassinak

"In the urban dictionary Sassinak means: English Scum, Also Sassinak is the name of Anne McCaffrey’s character that went to colonize a new world… instead attacked by pirates she became a slave then got enough skills to be a fleet officer and control of her own ship. "

And I won! (Winner receives bragging rights an a badge to display on their blog). Here's my contribution:

Julia stared at the Sassinak, into the round purple sphere that she thought was its eye, but could have been its mouth.

“Will we be waiting long?” it asked in an Oxford accent. Its amphibious bubbling skin spewed yellow slime in her direction.

“Forty minutes,” Julia guessed. “The ship needs to be refuelled.” urban legend said the Sassinak would eat you if you turned your back on it. Julia’d never believed that, but now that she was sitting across from one, she wasn’t so sure.

“I’m a bit nervous,” said the alien. “I’ve never been to —-” It pronounced the unpronounceable name of its homeworld, never losing the English lilt.

Julia was taken aback. “I thought you were from there.”

“I was hatched in South Hinksey,” the Sassinak explained. “My parents were diplomats”

Of course Julia had known that Sassinaks had lived on Earth for a while, particularly in England. She hadn’t entertained the idea of them having families. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Two tentacles emerged from folds of slimy skin and Julia noticed the Sassinak wore a friendship bracelet. It shrugged, a distinctly human gesture.

“Don’t worry,” Julia said. “You’ll fit right in on the homeworld.”

200 words on the button!

Thanks to the judge of this week's contest Jason McKinney. Also congrats to the honourable mentions: @Call_Me_Bookish, @LupusAnthropos, @solimond, and @ChuckWesJ.

Insecure writers - It all counts

2011-12-07T08:24:00.000-05:00

Recently, I received a contract from an ebook publisher for my first novel. I've heard stories of authors taking years to publish, and I certainly took years to write the thing. But Double Dragon was the first publisher I sent it to and they took it. So I'm legitimate now. I'm an author. Really.

The little hater in my head has for years been finding ways to tell me that my writing doesn't count. My many articles for Today's Parent Toronto don't count because my mother got me an in at that magazine, and because it's non-fiction, and not particularly literary. The short story I got published a couple years ago doesn't count because it was in the wrong genre. A story about a teenager bra shopping with her mother will not further my career as a sci fi writer.

Unfortunately my little hater hasn't been silenced. She is finding ways to tell me that a book sold to a fairly prolific ebook publisher doesn't count either. First, she says that nobody will by it, and there can be no real success without monetary gain. Then, the hater reminds me that as an ebook, it will never be on the shelves of a real live bookstore. Never mind that ebooks are the new big thing. Never mind that a legitimate publisher read my work and found it worthy.

I'm beginning to suspect that I'll always feel that way. One book doesn't count because I don't have two. Two books won't count because I don't make enough to pay the bills. Ten books won't count because I haven't won awards or made a million dollars or become a household name.

I wonder if J.K. Rowling has these insecurities, or Stephenie Meyer, or Robert J. Sawyer, or Ursula Le Guin, or Stephen King. I'd like to think they all do. I'd like to think that these insecurities are an integral part of the creative psyche, proof that at my core I am an author.

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Because I needed more fanfare

2011-12-05T15:14:00.000-05:00

Wardroids finds a home.

2011-11-30T13:05:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I got an e-mail from Deron Douglas of Double Dragon Publishing. It began with "Thank you for your submission" and I was totally expecting the phrase "we regret to inform you" to follow. I know the competition is fierce and I've trained myself not to expect anything when I submit anywhere. Instead, I've been offered an ebook contract for their 2013 schedule!

Double Dragon ebooks are available in all the formats and you can buy them wherever you normally buy ebooks (chapters, amazon, whatever), so I have a good chance of becoming an overnight sensation and selling a million trillion copies. They also print on demand through lulu, so I can buy a copy and put it on my special shelf.

I didn't jump up and down and do a happy dance. It was too surreal. I'm a real author now. I signed a contract and everything.

Omi and Medieval Times

2011-11-19T22:31:00.001-05:00

Yesterday I went to Medieval Times and today I attended my grandmother's "celebration of life" which is like a funeral only more festive and cheery. These two events are in no way related to each other. One involved a fun excursion with a friend I haven't hung out with in a while (Hi Amy!) the other involved chatting with family members that I only see at weddings and "celebrations of life". Are you reading my blog yet, Jodi? E-mail me!

I could bore you to death with an account of both of these but instead I will amuse myself my imagining what it would be like if my late Omi had attended Medieval Times with me.

As we drove up she would have given each of my children a box of Smarties to make them smart. She never knew my kids, but she would have loved them. She loved all children, especially her grandkids. When we got into the buy stuff area, Omi would have bought William a sword and a shield and armour and anything else he was vaguely interested in, she would not have accepted our money for this. In fact, she would try to shove a fist of twenties into my hand.

While we were watching the show, Omi would tell me how handsome she thought the Black and White Knight was. He had short dark hair, and the other knights had long hair. When he gave out flowers to random women in the audience, she would have called out "Woohoo!" until she got one.

She would have denounced the violence as "silly" while at the same time happily cheering on our Black and White Knight. She would try to make me eat half of her chicken on top of my own, not taking no for an answer. Failing that, she would wrap any extra food in napkins and shove it into her purse.

The Black and White Knight gave Jadzia a sash that said "Queen of Love and Beauty", but I'm pretty sure if Omi had been there she would have gotten the title. She had a way of standing out in a crowd (partially to do with her tight low-cut leopard print tops) and she was always so full of love, and absolutely beautiful.

Adam just asked if I was writing about my grandmother, and if I was to be sure to mention the awesome pictures he printed for her celebration. He made three big boards full of pictures, two with black and whites and one with colour. They looked beautiful against a black background, and each board rested on an easel he had borrowed from work. It really made the room feel special. For those of you who came and enjoyed my spaetzle the recipe is here.

Free Ebook

2011-11-14T23:58:00.000-05:00

For a limited time, Siobhan Minty is offering free copies of her ebook A Gay in the Life of Melinda Finch. I've mentioned before how awesome this book is and now it won't cost you any money to trust in my judgement. Just use the coupon code CH76C.

Money doesn't buy happiness...or does it?

2011-11-14T10:09:00.001-05:00

First, I'd like to thank all my friends who came to my karaoke birthday celebration. For those that couldn't make it, I've posted the above video so you can still have fun singing. These Boots are Made for Walking is an extra fun karaoke song, and I urge you to sing it right now. Especially if you are currently in your place of employment. The more people that hear you, the more thrilling karaoke singing becomes.

Special thanks to Becca and Cara who won the 50/50 draw at the random fundraiser that was going on while we were there. They shared their winnings with me AND paid the tab. I know the old adage says "Money Can't Buy Happiness" but that was probably written by somebody rich. It certainly increased my happiness to be in the black at the end of the night!

So just for fun, I've compiled a list of things that money CAN buy, that would make me happier:

A second bathroom

I'm sure that when I'm naked, all ready to step into the shower, the kids would still be banging at the door. At least with a second bathroom, I could yell at them to use the downstairs toilet. So many times I have opened the door only to realize that they didn't have to pee, they just wanted to say hi.

More vacations

Full disclosure: I am going to the Dominican in January for my sister's wedding. It is sure to be a fun vacay, but the money used to pay for it is causing much stress on both my mind and my credit. The more stress I have, the more I need vacations, but since money troubles cause the most stress it's a big catch 22. If I was someone with more disposable income I would take trips at least twice a year. Once with and once without children. Make that once a month.

Food

My family eats, yes. But when I choose chicken over steak or lobster, I want it to be because I feel like chicken. Eating out would be nice too, without feeling the guilt over spending money we don't have.

Clothes

I want to go shopping and buy myself a whole new wardrobe. Somehow a couple of shirts off the clearance rack isn't enough for me anymore. Nothing says sexy like a ten-year-old pair of pants with a broken zipper.

Maid service

My mom had a cleaning lady for a brief period when I was in high school. I hated it. She would spend the whole time cleaning my bedroom and I would never be able to find anything afterwards. Now I would sell my kidney if someone would do my dishes and laundry on a regular basis.

Education

I love school and if I had the money I would pick up an extra degree in...well...anything. I could be a doctor! Or an astronaut! If only I had the money to learn how.

Security

When I was a teenager I kept $1000 in my bank account and began to feel anxious if it dipped below $900. If I had $900 in my bank account right now I would go on that shopping spree.

It's all about me.

2011-11-11T12:11:00.002-05:00

Now that you're all done your Remembrance Day moment of silence, I'm sure you're dying to know how my birthday went yesterday. I started the morning the way I start every Thursday, by taking Jadzia to the Early Years for the Nobody's Perfect parenting program, while my husband, who had taken the day off, put the finishing touches on my mystery cake.

After the program I dropped Jadzia off at my friend Columbia's house to watch for the afternoon. Adam and I went out for a sushi lunch, then we went for a leisurely bike ride around the neighbourhood. By then it was almost time to pick William up from school. Adam walked to pick up William while I drove to get Jadzia (who was amusing herself with Columbia's spoon collection).

I opened my presents fairly soon thereafter. A red shirt moose bag, the Back to the Future Trilogy on Blu-ray and some red sandals to replace the ones that Worf murdered (too bad winter's coming). William and Jadzia each drew me a picture. Will's was extra special because he worked really hard on it, started it in school and had Adam help him finish it.

While the kids and I watched Back to the Future II (quite a bit more language in that movie than I remembered) Adam went to the store and purchased three live lobsters. The kids and I amused ourselves watching our dinner crawl around in the sink. One of them was actually quite feisty, but Adam managed to subdue him using a large pot of boiling water. The kids split one lobster (though William enjoyed his half a lot more than Jadzia did) and Adam and I each had one to ourselves. It was delicious and made me want to cook live lobster more often.

After dinner it was cake time. Adam had made me a cellular peptide cake with mint frosting! Of course instead of cellular peptide it was chocolate and instead of mint frosting it had hard chocolate coating and blue creamy icing. The cake was a definite win, using solid chocolate to ice it was a stroke of genius, as was the fairly obscure Trek reference. It warms my heart to know that my husband is just as much of a nerd as I am.

For those of you who don't get the reference, watch this clip of Data having a fairly disturbing dream:

This isn't the end of the birthday festivities, oh no. Tomorrow (Saturday) I am going karaokeing with whichever friends decide to show up (I invited pretty much everyone on facebook). The only catch is that the bar we're going to couldn't reserve a table for us, and I couldn't find another place. Ah well, I'm just going to show up with my posse and hope for the best. I don't mind having to stand as long as I get to sing!

It's my birthday

2011-11-10T07:39:00.000-05:00

I'm 32.

Please leave warm wishes in the comments below.
(presents would also be nice).

It's never too early to start promoting.

2011-11-09T13:20:00.000-05:00

So even though my first book is yet to be published, when UK blogger A.J. Mullarky offered to promote new authors on her blog I jumped at the chance. The interview is up today! You can learn a bit about my writing, especially my (currently homeless) novel Wardroids.

CLICK HERE TO READ THE INTERVIEW.

Thank you A.J.!