When Stuff Happens (and not the Good, Easy Stuff)

So the bottom fell out of my daughter’s world early this week.

My daughter has not taken the ‘average’ teenager’s path. Could we not have left it at smoking, boys, and missing curfew?? I have seen it all with her (gosh, please let this be all) and some days it really just gets down to the basics – which is this – thank goodness she is safe. I remember the first time I caught her smoking and thought it was such a big deal – and before I get the other mothers’ eye rolls – yes, I know it is a big deal, but in the big scheme of things – if I had known what was to come, I would have saved that particular spike in blood pressure for events that were to come at me in the future. The real events, where lives could have been altered, changed – hurt. To preserve my Lovely’s reputation I will not go into detail. She is an amazing, beautiful creature with a huge heart. And she is on the right path now. What I want to do and what I am writing for today is to comment on the people in my life who are there for me when I need them. I gain such strength when I need it from you (you know who you are). It doesn’t seem to matter what I need in that moment… a shoulder to cry on, inappropriate stories to make me laugh out loud (FIRE ESCAPE – YOU know who YOU are!), a nod of encouragement, non-judgmental attitude, the ability to hold my secrets (and my daughters secrets) in confidence, food, booze, buttertarts, WHATEVER. You were there. These beautiful women are my friends and I am blessed with these great friends and a wonderful, solid family who support me. And because of these people when I face my daughter and she needs my strength I have it to give her. I manage to pull the right words and comfort out and am able to be what she needs (or so she tells me). This doesn’t come from my own strength alone this comes from the mostly she-village that surrounds me.



Shopping Anyone? =)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love Vancouver!

I got up this morning and put on my workout clothes and started my walk to the gym. Five minutes into my walk, the ocean started calling me to come for a visit … So much for the gym! And yes, I really was going to the gym! Really. Really. =)

Anyways, I kept walking. Right on past the gym and down under the Cambie Street bridge. I spent a half hour on a park bench at Spyglass Aquabus dock saying hello to all the cute doggies walking their silly humans. The sounds, the smell of the ocean. I feel good. Really good. I am one lucky girl to live this close to the ocean. After meeting a few dogs (and their owners) I continued my walk – Up and over the bridge – WHAT A VIEW!

… Then something bad happened … I dont know if it was the salt air, the PMS, or what, but the shopping bug hit me! Hard

I am not usually a big shopper and have trouble spending money on myself. NOT TODAY! Two pairs of dress pants, a picture for the loft, a martini shaker for a friend and a new inspirational calendar (all in the matter of an hour) … and I’M BROKE. Truth be known, I was broke before I started. oops. But my, wont I look pretty at work this week?

Tata for now.

Honourable Mention

Someone I know wants to be mentioned in my blog, good or bad. Ha, well there you go. Consider yourself mentioned! For further reference …. if you want to be front page news on nerdgirlsspace you must either:

1. Provide a juicy photo.

2. Do something worth gossiping about.

3. Provide me with a rant.

4. Do something for me so freaking fabulous for me that I want to brag about it….

5. (This one is not recommended!) Do something to me that upsets or hurts me – that is a surefire way to get mentioned! =)


I grew up in Port Coquitlam, on the other side of town from the Picktons. Everyone in town knew, or had heard of, the Pickton family.

I’ve met both of the Pickton brothers. I used to serve them (mostly the other brother) on a fairly regular basis at the local Pantry when I was in my early twenties.

I have met a lot of different people in my life and have my own ‘story of my youth’. I did dumb and dangerous things. I always thought (in my youth) that I was invincible. That nothing could touch me. I am struggling with the fact that I have looked this person in the eye, handed him a plate of food and never felt the chill that I would have hoped would have gone up my spine upon spending even one second in the presence of this kind of evil. Please, please, please let my daughter have the little angel on her shoulder that allows her to sense when she is in the presence of something or someone really bad. Let her know before she is in a situation that she needs to leave… somehow… just a nagging little budge to head on out of there…

It is astonishing to me that these women – (fifty of them!) just kept disappearing and nothing was really done about it. You can bet your ass that if that had been fifty secretaries that someone would have noticed …

These women all had their own stories, hopes and dreams. These women were all loved by someone. They were someone’s mother, niece, lover, daughter. Each one of these women is missed terribly by someone.

The Pajama Parade

So I’ve been sick the last few days. All I have wanted to do when I get home is stick on the jammies, have someone throw food down my throat and watch trash tv. I know, I know, doesn’t sound much different than my normal ‘unsick’ life does it???

Well, I’ve been staying downstairs in Chico’s suite the last few nights while I am sick. I get fed, channel surf on the big screen and act like a big baby… I get home from work, shower, throw the front of the hair in a little clip like a Shih Tzu and put on the ugliest pair of pajamas (usually unmatching tops to bottoms), an old housecoat and my big gumboots and head downstairs. It has gotten to the point where I make my grand entrance looking like a crazy lady and Chico does his chuckle, teases me, checks out the outfit and then gets his stinky blanket and pillow for me on the couch … last night he even took some pics to remember the trainwreck I was – NO THEY WILL NOT BE POSTED… =)

I hope I feel better soon. I have two volunteering meetings next week. One of them to do the work I want to do I have to convince them that everything is in order in my own life… =) To which Chico’s comment was “Try to avoid wearing the crazy lady pajama outfit…”

Um – you think so??

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