A thing of beauty

Is this a beautiful picture?

It makes me proud to see Janie holding her little girl. She's an amazing woman.

Look how good she looks here! When taken, she had just given birth five days earlier!

Oh Petite, I miss you!

xoxoSallyS

Happy Birthday, George!

It's a day late. He turned 2 on the 21st. Where does the time go? It seems like yesterday he was this little bundle of joy turning people into bundles of nerves. He was so big and so sweet and so cuddly. He was soft and warm with the sweetest little head of reddish hair.

Now look at him!

















He sings, he dances, he talks, he plays, he talks and talks and talks. He's smart and loving and fun. He also has good parents who are doing an amazing job of raising a ball of energy.

Take count, please. George is the fifth birthday in December. Five. Five! March is apparently a good month for fertility in my family. Dave and Nicole bucked the trend and are expecting in May. So for now, we put away the cake and party hats for a few months.

Happy Birthday, Georgie!

xoxo Auntie Sally

Happy Birthday, Evelyn!

My sister had a baby this morning. Evelyn Clare Salter.

(pronounced EVE-lyn)

I am so happy for Jane and Craig and I am dying to see how George reacts to her.

Waiting for pictures from my parents... hint hint hint.

My sister had a baby... what a peculiar and delightful phrase to say. Jane had a baby girl.

Congratulations!

xoxoAuntie Sally

I want one

Recent months have been rather fruitless on this wee pink blog. I felt I didn’t have anything of worth to say that didn’t make be sound like a bragging douche or a whiney brat. So I kept my fingers still. November turned out to be a bit more productive, and sometimes I think I have something of worth to say.

But I want more.

I want to get nominated for a Canadian Blog award next year. I suppose that means I have to write more, and I need to have readers besides my family. I need to build a following. The funny thing is that I have gone to several social media courses since being in the GoA for the past six months. I have been told how to build a following and how to make blog postings sexy. But that is making blog postings about government stuff sexy. Not making me and my life and my musings sexy. They are already naturally sexy, don’t you know? No? Now you do. My life and my musings are sexy. (psych!)

Do I start a series about how progressively annoying our upstairs neighbours are? Do I blog about our house hunting experience? Do I blog about future attempts to become a mother? Now, there’s bringing the sexy!

I don’t want to do political things. Everyone has their opinion and I don’t think I’m invested enough to care to blog about Iggy or Eddy. Besides, I work in government, and when I am home, I could give a rip about politics. Religion? Hells to the no! I think organized religions are a farce and I don’t want to invite the kooks of the world to bombard me with their “truths”. (Starting right now. If you read that line and get all uppity, take it elsewhere, sister.) I’m not going on some weight loss journey because to me, that’s setting myself up for failure. I have no real hobbies except for cooking, reading and watching TV. Which may explain my need for a weight loss journey, but re-read the line two sentences earlier, please. Do I blog about the weirdos I see on the bus? Because I see a lot of them. A lot.

My head hurts from this existential crisis. So may I be so lazy to ask my seven readers… What do YOU want to read from me?

Satre-esque Yours,

xoxoSallyS

December 8th

I was four, almost five, when my brother was born. I strangely remember chunks of that evening.

My sister and I were at my Granny and Papa's house but I don't remember for how long or when we got there. All I know is I was watching Little House on the Prairie when we got the call. Being four, three-days-short-of-turning-five, I was mad that my show was cut short by a trip to the Fredericton hospital.

I think we were in the waiting room with my grandparents for a while, then we found out that David James had made the scene. They brought my sister and I to the bassinet that held him. I remember very clearly looking at this perfect round head with scrunched eyes and down-like hair, "That looks like my father." And sure enough, he does, even to this day. A little taller and broader than David James I, but they look the same.

Then they brought us to see our mother, who had just had a c-section and was high as a kite. It was 1980, after all. She scared me as she loopily asked us to give her a kiss. I just wanted to go look at the tiny creature who looked like my father.

Dave was a cute baby, with the nastiest diapers ever but a strong sense of self. He was a strong little boy and a talented young man. Now, he's a husband and soon to be a father. I wonder if, when I see his baby, I will think "that baby looks like my brother"? I just hope his baby's diapers show mercy to him and Nicole.

Happy Birthday, Dave.

Reminiscingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS

Look! Over There!

I am so over this Tiger Woods thing and I'm not even watching/reading!

Why do people care if a guy cheats on his wife with some skanks? Men do it all the time, and yes they are dicks for doing so, but it's his family's business and not ours. I'm not saying forgive Tiger, or any man who cheats, but we should let the affair lie with that man, his wife and thier family.

Why are the media and the public seeking a confession or an apology? He didn't step out on us. He should not have to atone for his sins in public. He should be begging his wife and family for forgiveness and make amends to them for not being a good and honest man. He should be apologizing to his wife for not respecting her, himself and their relationship the way it should be respected.

It's hard enough for a marriage and a family to heal after affairs. To be in the media glare would make that healing all the more harder.

Look away, folks. There's nothing to see here.

Look Awayingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS

Happy Birthday to my Little Titter

Jane turns 32 today. Scissor kicks!

I like to brag about Jane to anyone who will listen. She’s a determined and willful woman, who takes on whatever she puts her mind to. She’s also indefatigable. Jane is a bundle of energy – always talking, walking, talking, cleaning, thinking, talking and moving. She’s also incredibly strong. Jane can take on a lot and come out the winner.

For example, this fall. She is pregnant (due on December 15^th), has George to care for, a husband to nurture, a house to tend to, AND she’s working on her Masters in Education. When I tell people this, they are impressed. Pregnancy, a toddler and a husband are enough. Add a Masters to the mix and you have Jane. She knows what she wants, knows how to get what she wants and just does it. No complaints, no pity parties, no hissies. And if there is a hissy, you know it’s warranted.

Craig is lucky to have her as a wife. George is very lucky to have her for a mother (she’s a great mom!). PBS 2.0 doesn’t know how lucky she/he is yet. I am blessed to have her as a sister. There was a time we were far apart, physically and spiritually. But not anymore.

Happy Birthday, Janie. I love you and am very proud of my little titter.

xoxoSallyS