That day I became became my own hero

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I did some things in the last 30 days that really amazed me.

  1. I took over the primary spot of managing at work, although temporary, I never excepted to be in this position. I have learned more about myself in a few shorts weeks than I thought possible. University was right, I am capable of so much more than I believed. It is a wonderful feeling to have the complete faith of those around you. I never had that in a work situation before. I like it.
  2. I fitness level is at a level that I didn’t believe to be possible and STILL carry around this kind of weight. I didn’t really train for the Calgary Half Marathon. The Trusty Steed tried to talk me out of running the half. saying I need to be careful, I might injure myself, I really need to evaluate the effects of recovery….blah, blah…

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I have a dog now

True Story.

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It has been over 20 years since I have lived with a dog. I didn’t think I could after my beloved Sparky, but a couple of years ago…I started having ‘puppy pangs’

Kinda like when your biological clock starts ticking only different, obviously.

Last night My Chatterbox and I sat over dinner and discussed dog names.

We went through the gambit…funny, we only really picked boy names.

  1. Walter
  2. Watson
  3. The Captain – Cap
  4. The Doctor – Doc
  5. Mark Messier
  6. George Clooney
  7. Weasly if it was a ginger
  8. Prince – over MY DEAD BODY
  9. Cappuccino – Cap for short
  10. Capaletti – Cap for short
  11. Stormageddon Dark Lord of All
  12. Amelia Pond if it was a female – Pond for short as in “Come along Pond”

Watson won.

The next morning I had THE TALK with the hubs and asked why he was against the idea.

Apparently his biggest fears are :

  1. It will die one day and that sucks
  2. The hubs will do all the work
  3. Where will we put it when we go on holidays

All lame.

I think the biggest fear he had was falling in love and having his heart broken.

That is the problem with dogs. They are awesome.

I texted Chatterbox this morning – she was in bed. I do this to she if she is awake. The conversation went like this:

Me: You up?

CB: No

Me: Come downstairs, we need to talk.

CB: #$@%NGJ%M! fine

Then she came down stairs.

CB: What did I do, how much trouble am I in?

(I love that she assumes she is in trouble…so proud!)

Me: we are going to the SCARS adoption event today to pick out a dog to keep.

CB: SERIOUSLY? When are we leaving?

Me: 11:30

She vanished.

 

If you know my Chattbox, then you know that she is never on time for anything. This time she was ready and waiting.

We went to the adoption event and were interviewed. I filled out an application with questions like “if your pet was sitting on the sofa and you wanted him off, what would you do?” There was a lot of ‘What if” questions.

Having aRescue Dog was important to me. I like to rescue animals and humans. This guy was likely a an outside dog that fought for his own food. He acts like he isn’t allowed inside and positions himself as Alpha around other dogs. He is confident and affectionate with humans.

When we walked into the place, I saw him across the room. He looked me in the eye and wagged his tail. He was mine.

I talked to the host and she asked us what our lifestyle is like, then she introduced us to my dog.

Fate.

The Dog picks the Family.

He was on TV earlier that morning and lots of people wanted him. They picked us. ChatterBox took him outside with the Foster Mom. She picked us too. Then she cried because

  1. She will miss him
  2. He found a good fit

We were granted a sleep-over. Apparently this rarely happens. The Foster Mom will come tomorrow to finalize the adoption process if she approves of the conditions.

His Name is Hefner. He won’t entertain the idea of Watson, but will come to Hef.

He likes to sit in my son’s spot.

This might be a problem, my kid is Sheldon and that’s his spot. There may be some Alpha stuff going on when my boy gets home from his trip.

Oh ya son, we got a dog.

Queue Epic Sound Track

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I just finished watching the new X-Men Trail and the music was inspiring. John Murphy- The Surface of the Sun.It fit for me as the new new soundtrack for my life.

I’ve been a wee bit busy doing awesome.

Or Epic…whatever.

Have a listen:

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Are you listening? So the past…I don’t know, 4 months, I discovered that I missed University. It was such a big part of my life so I filled that part with something else. A few friends and I co-founded a new Foundation, Do away with SMA. We built a web site, started some virtual races, planned a 10k trail race through Edmonton’s River Valley (by the way, if you are in Edmonton August 17, I expect you to do one of the following: Register for the race OR volunteer for the race. I am not giving a 3rd option for family and friends. YOU HAVE TO BE THERE.)

We are pretty busy will all kids of EPIC shit… true story. DAWS has become my third child. And she needs a lot of attention. Luckily my eldest turned 18 and is a legal adult who asked me to sign a permission for for him to go on a field trip….Kid, you can vote and drink and move out. Why am I still giving permission to go to the church for a graduation retreat?

Sometimes you have to be told you are an adult because you never ever quite feel like one.

The daughter informed me she is moving to Vancouver to become a star. Then I saw her perform in her rock band… yep, I believe her.

My kids are growing up and I wanted a new kid… so I helped create DAWS.

Our mission is to help fund research to find a cure for Spinal Muscular Atrophy.  To do that, we are doing a bunch for crazy things, like running from San Francisco to Anaheim in 20 days…that is 500 miles. that is a marathon a DAY. A DAY!

However, we are doing other stuff too, like celebrating the Star Wars Fan Day, May the Fourth Be with you…because truth be told, we are a major bunch of geeks. The kind that quote movies in appropriate moments in life  - or not so appropriate… The kind that wear shirts that say “I know” or “who you calling scruffy?” (Obviously I am the Han Solo fan). We are the kind of geeks who have collections – not stamps or coins – but action figures or race medals.

(I once ended a resignation letter with “May the Force be with You”. Ya….the ex-boss didn’t appreciate it like I thought she might. For a young padawan, she had lots to learn.)

We are the kind of geeks that enter a race for the medal – the prestige of the medal – the kind of medal that says “You are such a geekdom fan!”

To celebrate that geeky side, we are hosting a May the Fourth Be with You Virtual run.

Listen to this now:

 

This is the medal:

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For those of you that are non Star Wars fans, or not as big a geek as me, this is the Rebel Alliance crest. Rebel forces worked against the Evil Empire to destroy the Death Star….and piss off Darth Vader aka Anaken Skywalker the father of Luke and Leia (sorry for the spoiler but GEEZE it was from the 70′s you should have heard by now)

When I was a kid, my brother and I played on the stairs of our home, recreating epic battle scenes from Star Wars. We had every star wars action figure known to mankind. Lucas was a marketing genius! I was only allowed to be the sand people or jawas…never cool figures like Chewy or Han. We used a kleenx box for the sand speeder and made ‘pew pew’ sounds all day long. We saw the movie 3 times and this was before vcrs and dvd players.  WE stood in line at the Paramount (a single movie theatre – not a multiplex – the line wrapped around the block. We shared a seat. It was epic.

I still make “pew pew’ sounds and have downloaded all the John Williams sound track for my epic May the Fourth Run.

 

I got side tracked…

I get like that with geeky stuff.

So this virtual run is something you do on your own or with other geeky friends. Or regular friends. It really doesn’t matter.

First you visit here: May the Fourth Be With You 

Register for the race and pay $30 on our secure e-commerece paypal site.

You run/walk/roll 5k, 10k or farther. It’s your choice. we email you an EPIC bib like this one – only yours will be personalize  and have a unique number.

This one is mine:

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Star Wars font is cool, too bad my University Profs didn’t appreciate it like I do.

When you are done, take a photo of you and your pals, just you and your bib or your watch or your running shoes….quite frankly it doesn’t matter, as long as you send us confirmation that you participated and are ready for your medal to be mailed to you!

Once you get your medal in the mail, it would be swell if you took a photo of you WITH your medal like all racers do at the finish line. Wear it proudly! Why?

1)you completed a race

2) the proceeds go to the Do Away With SMA Foundation – did you know Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA) is a motor neuron disease. The motor neurons affect the voluntary muscles that are used for activities such as crawling, walking, head and neck control, and swallowing. It is a relatively common “rare disorder”: approximately 1 in 6000 babies born are affected, and about 1 in 40 people are genetic carriers.

3) it is the Jedi way.

 

If you do not want to participate, think about sponsoring me. You can find my donation page HERE.

 

 

My hair is matted and Cheetos are stuck to my face…but I have a plan

I laughed at my sister the day she received a kareokee machine for her birthday.

Not because she got a kareoke  machine, but because she knew at that moment she would never get anything done until she got over the binge use of that machine.

She laid on her sofa and demonstrated for me how she would look after weeks of use. It was as if she knew karaoke was her heroine. She leaned on the arm and feigned drool coming from her lips as she was singing Aerosmith or Show-tunes. Didn’t matter which tune it was, she had an addiction and she knew it.  I could envision dishes stacked to the ceiling and Cheetos stuck to her shirt with crusty food creased into her hip. She knew it and I knew it.

That night we sang for 8 hours. My voice was lost to every single from the 70′s, 80′s and 90′s. I pulled out tunes from the 60′s that I learned at the steering wheel of my Dad’s Montego MX, Jimmy Rogers and the Kingston Trio, then there was Judy Garland and Liza Minnelli and Barbara… Barbara doesn’t need a last name.

My voice was done for days afterwards. My sister? Well…she continued down that road of music addiction. Then one day it stopped.

I do not mock her or tease her about that problem she had because it could have easily have been me.

Wait…

It was me.

Since I have finished University Studies, I have been binge watching TV as if the world is about to end. Since December 3, 2013, I have found myself enjoying the delights of televisions series that challenge my interest, make me laugh in a subtle way that compliments my humour and I have been solving mysteries with finesse. Or at least that is what I tell myself after watching the show 3 times in order to figure out all the clues.

I have binged watch Sherlock, Call the Midwife, and most recent….Suits.

I come home from work, watch Suits. I wake up early to get an episode in before work, I have a day off – stay in my jambes and watch suits.

I find myself looking like Penny after she started playing on-line videos games….with Howard.

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Then as quickly as it happened, it was over.  I am caught up and the season doesn’t resume until AFTER THE OLYMPICS.  I found myself relating to Donna, coveting Jessica’s wardrobe  and having a soft spot for crazy Louis. I want to be on team LITT!  I want to wear Christian Loubatans to work and carry Prada bags. I want to have the trust and loyalty of a Harvey and I want an office dammit! I want an office with a view of Bernie Madoff’s old building. I would settle for an office with a view. Hell, at this point, I’d settle for an office.

What I do have is potential and possibility. What Suits has done for me has pointed out the people in my life who I trust and those who I need to guard myself against.

I have set new goals for 2014. I understand my vision NEVER turns out as planned. If you asked me 3 years ago if I knew I would be standing where I was, I would have laughed you out of the room. Therefore I am changing my focus. Where and what are out of the picture now. I can reach higher than that.

I really like my possibilities for 2015, besides…anything can happen.

Now…what to watch next…

3 letters no one wants to hear: DNF

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This is the most painful post I have ever had to write.

I DNF the Donald Half Marathon and it hurts.

So why do I just not ignore it, but instead tell the world about it?

Well… I have always maintained that this forum is for me. It is a record of my achievements and failures. It keeps me accountable and provides an opportunity for growth.

I woke up half marathon morning scared. I mean TERRIFIED. it is something I have never experienced before. I realize now that anxious, nervous and apprehensive are not fear. Fear is a completely different emotion.

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I felt out of my element. I was not ready and worst of all, I was going it alone. I didn’t let myself rely on my team or friends.

I walked to the bus pick-up at my resort and boarded the bus with 70 other would be half marathon…

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Dopey Weekend Success and Disappointment #runDisney

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Three of us were Dopey. One of us was Mickey, one of us was Minnie with a side of DNF and the other one was put on the injured reserve list.

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But the races were only part of the best weekend I ever had.

There is something pretty spectacular about hanging out with your team mates who happen to be some of your best friends. The only thing that could possibly happen would be laughter, fun, suffering, sleep deprivation and pride.

The pride was unexpected.

I am so proud of the men and women on my team I have no words to express the depth of emotion. I watched as 3 of us were injured and yet did our best with Happy hobbling to the finish every single day. His determination made me weep. That man is made of things stronger than I thought was available.

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I watched as Pattie…

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Pancake Girl to the Rescue

Happy New Year everyone!

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I was at work yesterday and my colleague asked me what I was doing a year ago. I replied with, “It was a very dark time that I don’t like to talk about.” He commented and said well look at you now.

Yes…look indeed.

I have come a long way baby. Today is my Runnaversary and to celebrate I will go to my favourite spot and run an easy 5. Last year if I look at my DailyMile chart, it tells me I did 2.1 km and I was tired.

I remember how hard it was, but I kept at it.

IMG_8773Today I became Pancake Girl. I volunteered for the 2014 New Years Day resolution Run in Edmonton. I saw the We Shall Have Pie Gals - It was great seeing them! I went to look for them after my job was done but they blended in with the crowd and couldn’t be found. I still need to meet up with them for real!

It was my job to run outside, gather pancakes and run them to the buffet table. There was 8 griddles set up outside. It was 1F this morning with a windchill of -8F. For the record, it was cold. However, I didn’t let cold deter me from my all important job of feeding the runners!!

Back and forth I went and put on 2550 steps on my Polar Loop. Crap – 8000 short. That is okay, I will head out to the River Valley shortly and get the rest of my steps in. Running in daylight is now a novelty for me. I cannot wait for spring!

The Edmonton Sun and Global TV were there taking my photo and I am pretty sure I am now the new pin-up girl for 2014 because OBVIOUSLY I was the eye-candy of the day. Although Mike and Owen claim they were. Only time will tell! You can be sure if I am the chosen one, I will tell you all about it.

Meanwhile, my skin looks fresh after the Pancake Facial and I may never want to eat another pancake as long as I live. However, this was an excellent beginning to 2014. I am looking forward to completing my 365 days of fun. Today was just another fun day along the way.

Happy New Year everyone!

Is it STILL a Man’s world?

suffragettes-300x227I had the worst time trying to fall asleep last night. The last conversation of my day was with Trusty Steed. I was telling him about my day at work – at my new job (which is awesome!) and how yesterday was particularly tough. I am being tested from a management perspective. The people I supervise are pushing limits to see where my threshold is.  I expected that. That isn’t a problem at all. I have no trouble expressing myself or my expectations. I explained about the issue I had with head office and how I dealt with it.

And Trusty Steed said – I am worried you may be shown the door because that would happen at my office.

WHAAAAAT????????????????

Apparently he works at an ‘old boys’ club where –  the generation gap exists and strong women are not strong but ‘pushy’ or ‘dragons’ and women are ‘just’ in the office typing pool.

WOW.

I thought it was 2013?

I was hired for my organizational skills, my people management skills and to create change. I am doing that. I have handled easy problems and terrible problems. I have protected staff from violent vagrant street people who have threatened them, I have managed issues from clients demanding unreasonable things and resort to name calling of my staff.

I cannot imagine trying to do my job where I need to be subservient. Impossible.

For one – I couldn’t work there. I am not a subservient kind of gal.

And two – what the hell is wrong with a world where women can’t portray themselves? I come from a very long line of strong women. They were strong when it was impossible for men to take them seriously. Yet they did it and changed the world.

I am teaching my daughter to be the same strong woman. Her brother thinks women ARE strong and his choice of companionship proves it.

At Christmas time, my daughter heard her Grand Uncle use a phase that was offensive to her. She asked him to please refrain from using it. He continued. So did she. She did it in a way that require no man to stick up for her. She was clear, concise and polite – some might say bold. I wouldn’t, because if a man said those words he is just expressing himself. She was too. I couldn’t have been more proud. At the age of 15, my daughter is strong. She is the type of person I appreciate and want to spend my time with. So that brings me back to my work place.

I work for men. However, it is not a male dominated work place. It is an equal opportunity one. Changes are happening to better serve the female clients who are the majority. My workplace understands they need a female perspective to better serve these clients. I disagree on that score. If people are treated equally – then there is no gender requirements. We are slowly achieving that perspective and I am happy to be apart of it.

The ‘Man’s World’ is on its way out. Sure there are still pockets of it all over Canada – but the up coming generation brings me great hope. They see a woman or a man in the same light. Someone who is capable because of skill, not gender.

Amen to that.