5 And A Beagle

"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." John Lennon

Monday, April 23, 2007

Can You Tell Who Won? 

#3 and some of his friends, enjoying the game.

The 'shrine' he set up in the basement.

Lesson his mother learned.....

Don't leave your knitting on the table when there's exuberant fans nearby. Fatality - one bamboo dpn :(

It looks more like a hockey stick than a knitting needle.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Knitting Attention Deficit Disorder 

It would appear that I am having a hard time holding to just one project! (click on the pic to see comments/excuses)

Now, just so that I don't feel so bad about my lack of focus, how about sharing how many projects you've got on the go?

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Sun Run Sunday revisited 

Why you should never enter a 10km run without at least a little advance training. About the only the only thing that doesn't hurt right now ..... well, there's not much that doesn't hurt right now!

Each January, the dutiful organizer in our office recruits runners from the staff, and every year there are some that can't make it on race day. So here are my last minute recruits - #4, her friend L, and #5 and her friend K.

Because #4 runs regularly, I gave her my timing chip thinking that she'd have a better running time than me, who hasn't prepared for the run AT ALL. I should have remembered the last time #4 and L went in the Sun Run.

We make our way to the start line - waaaayy out there where the white banner is and I manage to run the first kilometer (most definately aided by the fact that it is 90% downhill). #4 and L are ahead of me, ponytails bobbing with each stride. Good, I think to myself, I can stop running without too much guilt because the girls will keep going.

But wait, who's this strolling to the water station? How can it be? I've been walking for the last 1/2 km, they should be way ahead of me. But no, they've been walking even slower than me!

Ahhh, the halfway point. I've already stopped for one bathroom break, one photo opp of the English Bay Inukshuk
and one quick phone call home. I was pretty sure the two older girls had picked their pace back up and would surely have passed me. I jogged a few more downhill patches and made my way across the Cambie bridge for the homestretch to the finish.

About an hour and a quarter after I started the run, I crossed the finish line and called L to see if they were already in the stadium. Imagine my surprise when she told me they were just coming up to 9km. What?!?

I waited for them at the finish line and at one point someone behind me chuckled and said "Did you see those two? Strolling across with their Frappacinos!" I thought for sure it was #4 and L, but no, it was to be another 20 minutes before they crossed.

Twenty minutes slower than her much older mother.

As for #5 and K - well lets just say they really took their time. Although just what their time was, we'll never know because they both lost the timing chips from their runners. No big deal for them, but an $80 deposit fee for me!

I figured not only would I save the cost of registering the girls by letting them fill in on the company paid spots, I'd let speedy # 4 take my timing chip so that I could register a decent time because I was too busy (lazy) to train. Ahhh the best-laid plans... now I'm likely out of pocket $80 for the timing chips and I'll have to come in to work tomorrow and and say "No, no really. It wasn't me that took almost two hours to complete the run, really, it was my 17 year old daughter!" All the while trying not to grimace in pain as I drag my sore a** old body around the office.

Lessons learned - always do at least a little advance preparation and.... TIE ALL THE TIMING CHIPS TO MY RUNNERS!

Ah well, it was a beautifully sunny day and there were bagels and oranges at the finish line. Things could always be worse.


Sunday, April 08, 2007

Happy Easter 

When I was growing up Easter meant, among other things, getting the delicious Yugoslav Easter bread made by my Aunt Mary. I've tried many times to replicate the wonderful, melt in your mouth goodness of her bread but mine pales by comparison.

Yesterday we made a few batches and today we'll enjoy them with our Easter breakfast.

As 40 Days for Others ends, here are a few more hat/bootie combos hiding in amongst the daffodils. A total of 10 pair altogether will soon be sent to Ruth.

Sretan Uskrs

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Happy Birthday to #4 

It's the 5th of the month, and time for another birthday in the family. Three years and two months after her brother, #4 made her arrival into the family on Thursday the 5th.

She was born smack dab on her due date and unlike her brother before her, she had no desire to linger through the delivery process. With her, the process of labour went from zero to 60 pretty darn quick - she didn't even wait for the doctor to arrive. To quote a line from the Joy Luck Club - "When she was born, she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since."

And while everyone else is fishing for halibut, she's casting her line for starfish.

#4 has always been very aware of what she wants, what she will or won't do and she'll make sure everyone around her knows that. When she was young, once she got the hang of something she'd be determined to do it without assistance - she would emphatically tell anyone that tried to help her "ISSY DO!" She has continued to throw herself into all of her passions with a sense of serious dedication whether it be soccer, track & field, her studies,

her family

or her friendships.

While I'm sure being the middle child isn't always fun - she has the benefit of being not only the younger sister whose big brother will always be there for her
but she is also the older sister whose little sister will always be there to torture her.
Such as when her younger sister sneaks into her bedroom and 'borrows' her clothes. There were a few times back when #5 was a baby and a perhaps then jealous #4 bit her. I suspect now that it was a payback in advance for what #4 knew would be coming when they got older. "Listen kid, I know when we get into our teens that you're going to steal my tops. So I'm just going to sink my teeth into your little arm RIGHT now. Got it!"

She's winding down towards the end of her teen years and maturing into a lovely, kind and caring young woman.

Happy 17th Birthday 'Krist-a-belle' ! Our very own angel...... Love from Mom



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