tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144724462011-10-27T13:51:07.049-05:00Sharing the journey that has taken me from being a single girl in the advertising agency world to a married mommy running my own freelance writing and consulting business (and every random adventure in between).Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.comBlogger19391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-72427981133978159482011-01-25T14:53:00.003-06:002011-01-25T15:18:14.985-06:00

Scratch that.CHANGE IS HERE.What you’re reading right now is my 1,999 blog post on runlindsayrun.blogspot.com. I KNOW. It's hard for me to believe too. The craziest thing is that while that number kind of boggles my mind, it’s not even my total blogging count - because I used to blog somewhere else and never imported those posts. I’ve been watching the number creep higher and higher and a few

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-23510700557672192402011-01-24T11:34:00.003-06:002011-01-24T11:39:40.976-06:00

Briony got sick on Saturday - nothing life-threatening or earth-shattering, just a typical January cold. Having a sick baby is never fun, but it took a turn for the SUCK this weekend when Geoff was scheduled to work nights on Sunday and I got *just* sick enough to have all my fibro symptoms seriously flare up last night. Briony + I had a rough night and a rough (early) morning, and I was just

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-89144037501012869842011-01-23T14:37:00.007-06:002011-01-23T20:20:37.655-06:00

Despite a sick baby. Despite still having no energy. Despite my neverending to do list.I am feeling SO inspired today. I think it's a combination of doing Kal Barteski's Nurture Your Creativity class again + watching this TED talk with Elizabeth Gilbert this morning. I just want to WRITE.It's so hard to describe. It comes from my very core and I wish to the stars that someone would just start

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-24011129651926305962011-01-23T10:56:00.005-06:002011-01-23T11:02:59.557-06:00

I once described Briony like this: She lives life as if she's constantly being followed by hidden cameras, auditioning for Glee.I don't think I've ever spoken truer words. This kid cracks us up CONSTANTLY. Today at breakfast (following our family's 'goatmeal dance party' - eating oatmeal and dancing to Michael Jackson and other 90s goodness), she perfected her 'fake surprised' look when Geoff

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-45701700096199977842011-01-21T20:54:00.004-06:002011-01-21T20:58:00.714-06:00

Nessie, one of my fellow Chronic Babes - and a fellow blogger - shared this verse on her blog today...God will let you laugh again. You’ll raise the roof with shouts of joy. Job 8.21The truth in those words just cut straight to my core tonight. My eyes immediately filled up with tears - tears of hope and of longing. Because I believe in my heart that my day is coming. And I believe that it's

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-12401501968467552542011-01-21T20:12:00.004-06:002011-01-21T20:14:36.296-06:00

What's this, you ask? (Other than a TERRIBLE photo... SORRY.)It's a gluten-free, dairy-free, refined-sugar-free cupcake. Yes, CUPCAKE. And it's freaking delicious. Like angels-singing-in-my-mouth delicious.I may or may not have cried when I tasted it. And then I may or may not have done a little dance around the house.

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-28558651413034841832011-01-21T15:41:00.002-06:002011-01-21T15:42:51.020-06:00

Working on some significant blog changes in the near future... Just warning in case you check back sometime soon and are surprised :)

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-56336711336823173992011-01-21T15:31:00.004-06:002011-01-21T15:35:10.696-06:00

I don't know if I've mentioned it here (yet), but I'm a little bit addicted to Groupon. It's a fabulous site that emails you every day with ridiculous deals in your city, and you can click to buy them and print gift certificates to redeem within 6 months to a year. We're also signed up to see deals for Vancouver + Seattle, where we're planning to travel this spring. So far, I've snagged a few

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-29613036386929584872011-01-21T11:21:00.003-06:002011-01-21T11:27:08.133-06:00

We're at Day 17 of my psychoallergenic diet and counting here - emphasis on the 'and counting' because I think it's going really well.I'm finding lots of recipes - and DELICIOUS recipes - and while it's a lot of work, there is huge payoff there. I'm actually slamming together a blog of the recipes we've tried and enjoyed so far, both to help me stay organized and to maybe help someone else out

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-82559930122970985572011-01-19T16:47:00.003-06:002011-01-19T16:50:58.397-06:00

I am ever so grateful for my parents. Briony + I spent the day here while Geoff was at work. I hit a bunch of client + volunteer deadlines. Briony had a nap + played + coloured + 'helped' Grandpa with home renos (FUNNIEST TODDLER COMMENTARY EVER). It was just a really good day. Today is also Day 15 of this new journey to reclaim my health. And I have not cheated on this diet, not one single bite.

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-47360654197842399982011-01-18T16:57:00.003-06:002011-01-18T17:09:17.876-06:00

Today's big goal was to START organizing our office. Hey, if I'm going to work here again, I require significantly less clutter and chaos. And possibly some yellow accents. But that's a project for after all this filing is finished.I had some music to keep me company, and a few old favourites came on - some mid-90s awesomeness from my girls Lisa Loeb, Natalie Merchant, and OF COURSE The

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-64605063115494667492011-01-17T15:04:00.003-06:002011-01-17T15:07:50.395-06:00

Let's call this Reason #4593 why we are making the right decision in not having any more babies. Briony is the QUEEN of innocent. She's a really good kid, but she's TWO and we have near-daily random situations happen where she'll drop food off the edge of her high chair onto the floor, colour on the table instead of her paper, or make a huge mess with her toys, and then come find us with her blue

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-20289934913943254172011-01-17T14:55:00.003-06:002011-01-17T15:04:28.318-06:00

I made Pumpkin Spice Muffins today. Without gluten, dairy, or refined sugar. And they're actually pretty good. You may bow down and worship me now. Our beloved babysitter Katie has her arm in a cast, and I *may* have momentarily panicked when I got her text. Which is hilarious, because her original text was immediately followed by a second text that said LINDSAY, DO NOT PANIC. Am I so transparent

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-6293413937047010932011-01-17T14:07:00.006-06:002011-01-17T14:16:37.578-06:00

I have a severe case of blogger's block. I don't know what's going on. And I felt pretty lame about the whole thing - because I'm supposedly a WRITER - until I read Lenore's lovely post today and realized that I am not alone in this. And she's inspired me to just write my way through it, even if that means some weaker posts for a little while.There's so much going on, so it's not a lack of things

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-680803626752079002011-01-14T18:33:00.006-06:002011-01-14T18:38:37.577-06:00

The snow outside when Briony finished her nap today was GORGEOUS. She was so excited, standing by the window and watching it come down. I blew her mind when I suggested that we could go outside and play in it (guess I've been sick for a while now... we've been spending an awful lot of time just snuggling on the couch inside). It took most of the energy I had left. But it was *so* worth it. LOOK

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-89664235917000040132011-01-14T14:15:00.004-06:002011-01-14T14:19:41.482-06:00

I did NOT want to sit around and mope today. Okay, wait. That's not true... I TOTALLY DO, I'm just choosing not to. Anyway. Briony + I turned the great big frown that was this morning upside down and hauled out some paint and brushes for the first time in her two years + two months on the planet. I didn't know what I had been saving it for. I know now that I was saving it for TODAY.The result was

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-44669516344562200662011-01-14T10:34:00.003-06:002011-01-14T10:40:32.745-06:00

I woke up this morning and realized that it was NOT going to be a good idea to take Briony to dance class today. I'm still feeling terrible. And now I'm feeling like a terribly bad mommy because she LOVES dance class and has been asking about it all week (especially because I finally found some dance shoes in her size). One of the prices she pays for having a sick mommy, and I HATE IT. It breaks

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-57201124025020615522011-01-14T10:07:00.004-06:002011-01-14T10:16:31.836-06:00

So I finally dropped off my first bin for consignment at the Baby Bin Boutique on Corydon. I've been meaning to try it out since Briony was born, but - well - you know. We'll see how it goes! Our little princess has been fairly well dressed, and it would be cool to get a little bit of money back on all the shopping we've done for her (so that we can do more shopping for her, of course). In any

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-24973816066876806462011-01-13T20:12:00.003-06:002011-01-13T20:17:18.379-06:00

Sorry. I'm fully aware that it's been quiet around here lately. REALLY quiet. The truth is that I'm not having a great week, and I hate putting negativity out into the universe like that. So I chose silence instead. I hope you understand :)I've been doing a really good job at finding yummy recipes for my new diet - but it's taking *so* much energy to plan + prep meals, and I'm still feeling

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-18425440287533848032011-01-10T10:28:00.005-06:002011-01-10T10:46:54.547-06:00

When I mentioned that we booked flights to Vancouver for Easter, I *may* have failed to mention that I am (hopefully not foolishly) going to be flying alone with Briony again. The way Geoff's work schedule + seat sales fell, it was simplest / cheapest for B + I to leave two and a half days ahead of Geoff (at a time that works well for her), and then he'll be flying in on an evening flight later.

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-91303189927987425712011-01-09T19:39:00.002-06:002011-01-09T19:41:40.338-06:00

In the car, driving home from my parents' place today.Me: I'm so proud of you, Briony. You had very good manners today!Briony: Why, thank you.

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-31797619812396722152011-01-07T20:36:00.005-06:002011-01-07T20:44:36.450-06:00

Just checking in to let y'all know that I have not, in fact, starved to death. This was kind of a tough week. I flared up, which is always a treat. The new diet's going well, but the second day in particular FLATTENED me - ridiculous detox headache + no energy at all. Today was better, but it will be a little while before I'm feeling more Lindsay-like. I'm spending every free moment I have in the

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-37697048894598548552011-01-05T15:29:00.005-06:002011-01-05T15:37:40.554-06:00

It's probably not a huge surprise that I'm less than loving this whole reduced-income thing in the aftermath of that whole pre-holiday job loss thing. The part that's bothering me the most? As the person who provides 'bonus' income into our family's finances, I was The Savings Person. And you know what's been decimated? The account that holds some funds for vacations + trips out to the west coast

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-83613517270680900952011-01-04T23:50:00.008-06:002011-01-05T00:15:27.413-06:00

I've had a bunch of questions about what on earth I'm up to, and I'll do my best to summarize it here. It's all happened relatively quickly and I'm learning as I go - eastern medicine and alternative therapy is always a HUGE learning curve when you've grown up in North American (and when you've quite literally grown up in a very westernized - probably western-BIASED - health care system). But

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-35611294232405134882011-01-04T09:53:00.004-06:002011-01-04T18:07:49.067-06:00

I can't stand it when life doesn't follow the plans that I've made. (That probably wasn't a newsflash, was it?)I went to bed last night with the best intentions for today. And it's just NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. Today began with lots of pain, lots of fatigue, and lots of frustration. It also began with Starbucks (thanks, Geoff!) - but I digress. I'm supposed to be starting on an aggressive new

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-70868878594281737902010-12-30T19:27:00.002-06:002010-12-30T19:28:21.424-06:00

My whole family in the same place at the same time... IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. And one that made my mom very, very happy :)

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-13081447261715975862010-12-29T16:12:00.001-06:002010-12-29T16:14:38.000-06:00

Don't you wish you were two years old again, just for a day? :)

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-32766448229179941642010-12-29T15:37:00.005-06:002010-12-29T15:51:14.027-06:00

Getting some groceries in this house again after a fabulous four days out with my parents.Researching recipes and meal ideas for the psychoallergenic diet I'm scheduled to start next week - compliments of my new fibro doc. Also, I should copyright that word I just made up because it's chock full of AWESOME.Finding homes for all the new toys that came back home with us over the holidays. Including

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-84685486900956887732010-12-27T15:32:00.003-06:002010-12-27T15:36:59.026-06:00

It's going to be quiet for another day or two while we continue to soak up as much Christmas-related family time as we possibly can. It's been a great Christmas so far, and I can't even begin to choose words to describe the MAGIC of celebrating the holidays with a two year old. OH. MY. GOOD-mess :)Hope you were all able to enjoy some downtime full of new and old traditions and memories with the

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-89798355175775944842010-12-22T11:48:00.005-06:002010-12-22T11:55:43.763-06:00

I'm scraping together every ounce of holiday season optimism I can muster and going to meet a new doctor today. I don't know how many times one human being can possibly get her hopes up - hoping that THIS might be the therapy that could finally help me get one step ahead of my fibromyalgia - but I'm going to try it again today... Honestly, I'm questioning it a little bit. I booked this

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-35923261827888661012010-12-20T23:25:00.004-06:002010-12-20T23:30:04.454-06:00

Know what's move nerve-wracking than waiting for your baby to be born? Waiting for SOMEONE ELSE'S baby to be born! Okay, maybe not MORE nerve-wracking. But I've been bouncing around the house all day hoping for some exciting new baby news from Rob + Vicky (and big sister-to-be Ava) Vancouver. We've been receiving updates all day and it's *supposed* to be soon... They were bumped because of a car

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-84875177348811863582010-12-18T19:56:00.005-06:002010-12-18T20:02:45.115-06:00

I'm blaming Katie a little bit for this one, but this song has been stuck in my head nonstop since Friday morning - kind of a theme song as I pick up some pieces and make a new plan to move forward. It's actually not a bad theme song... This might end up being more than temporary. It maybe should have been 'mine' a long time ago.Something has changed within me Something is not the same I'm

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-70379136293908390682010-12-17T16:36:00.006-06:002010-12-18T20:30:25.669-06:00

No 'Friday Smile' this week... I kind of lost my job today. Over the phone. On the last Friday before Christmas. FA LA LA LA LA.I still have a few clients, but this was my major income source - a guaranteed 20 hours of work every week.I wanted to get upset. I wanted to crawl back into bed and stay there. I wanted to cry and have terribly hurt feelings (even though it was totally a budget thing

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-21982645146924076512010-12-17T16:30:00.003-06:002010-12-17T16:36:29.776-06:00

I am extremely picky about calendars.I like them to be coil-bound, with a hook on top. I like them to show only a week at a time (but with monthly summary pages). I like to have the entire year visible somewhere on every page. I like to have enough space to write several things on the same day. And I like for them to make me laugh.Last year, we found a PERFECT calendar that featured The Office

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-82220487888450291302010-12-16T13:40:00.004-06:002010-12-16T14:41:23.861-06:00

When I was 15, I honestly thought that I understood love.Over the next decade of my life, I encountered people and situations that caused me to laugh at what I'd called 'love' before, increasingly certain that NOW I understood.Then I met Geoff, and we got married... We made a baby together and welcomed our beautiful Briony Evangeline into the world. That's capital letters LOVE. (Right?)I am

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-63420931614681866292010-12-15T14:15:00.004-06:002010-12-15T14:20:53.626-06:00

REINDEER = RAINBOW DEER in our house this holiday season. She's started correcting herself, which breaks my heart because 'wainbow deer' is pretty much the cutest thing ever ever ever.-Yesterday, I was trying to make dinner and Briony kept bringing me her little animal puppets from the living room. She came cruising in with a little shark puppet on her finger and said, 'Look Mama! It's a SARK!' I

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-5362550276801845882010-12-15T13:05:00.003-06:002010-12-15T13:11:01.334-06:00

Why is it that the things you look for never come when you want them? I was presented with yet another opportunity to work full-time in a big girl office today... I swear, these offers have been JUMPING out of the freaking woodwork since I decided not to return to a traditional 9 to 5 job after my mat leave. It makes me happy to know that I'm still employable. But it also makes me really want to

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-82450971143274163832010-12-15T12:17:00.004-06:002010-12-15T12:30:28.410-06:00

Nothing kills all tiny little remnants of a vacation-induced afterglow quite like REALITY. Geoff went back to work last night - his first shift after vacation and, more notably, his first shift in two months because of his knee injury back in October. And today was my first day back at the office since our trip.Of course, Briony chose not to have a nap yesterday afternoon and instead ended up

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-4783803985660469742010-12-14T09:48:00.003-06:002010-12-14T09:57:36.969-06:00

So I'm having a little bit of trouble finding my groove again after vacation. It hardly seems worth it when I know that Christmas - and another major disruption to our schedule - is just around the corner... But alas, my family must eat. And wear clean clothes. And all that other stuff :)Anyway.Yesterday, I found a chicken in my freezer. And I remembered that there was a super easy recipe for

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-68871911691225880562010-12-13T10:16:00.002-06:002010-12-13T12:15:55.334-06:00

I am sipping coffee, returning client emails, answering the phone, meal planning, making lists, listening to Elmo in the background... It's absolutely incredible how everything can go right back to normal in the blink of an eye :)

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-67087316713454753492010-12-12T22:11:00.005-06:002010-12-12T23:01:09.214-06:00

A pre-baked, pre-assembled gingerbread house that comes with icing in a bag and an assortment of candy that's all ready to use? YES, PLEASE. I picked one up yesterday and thought it would be a fun addition to our list of family advent activities - and a fun little project for Geoff + Marilyn + Briony + I to all do together today. I totally underestimated how much Briony would enjoy it... She was

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-67217542900785472632010-12-12T22:02:00.003-06:002010-12-12T22:10:35.004-06:00

Check out all the fun our little munchkin had at home with Grammy while Mama + Dada were off gallivanting...This one brought the biggest grin in the world to my face (and a tiny little tear to my eye). It's SO SPECIAL that these two had this time together. We are *so* grateful to Marilyn for her willingness to come here and take such good care of our precious B so Geoff + I could enjoy a little

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-44876747419471317292010-12-10T22:26:00.002-06:002010-12-10T22:27:05.835-06:00

I just uploaded a bunch of photos to Facebook - some you've already seen, some you haven't (especially from the last two days). If you're interested, you can check them out there! I'll be adding more here after we get home and I spend some time catching up with my baby girl :)

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-36972390578789992822010-12-10T22:25:00.001-06:002010-12-10T22:25:56.455-06:00

How is it possible for a human to feel SO sad and SO happy at exactly the same time? I'm really kind of dramatically sad that our trip is winding down... But I am ridiculously excited to see Briony. I MISS HER. I'm pretty sure I had a dream last night where I could SMELL her. And I don't feel like I have any right to be sad. It's been an incredible trip - everything we wanted it to be - and how

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-75189585806635777502010-12-10T22:24:00.000-06:002010-12-10T22:25:12.219-06:00

Yesterday was our last full day in NYC and we didn't want to waste a moment. Our first stop of the day was Soho where we grabbed coffee + breakfast goodies from Balthazar (YUM) and tackled our official Shopping Morning with visits to the MOMA Design Store, Uniqlo, Topshop, KidRobot for Geoff, and a bunch of other favourites that we simply do not have in Winnipeg. One notable stop was at the WIRED

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-18256284183334582982010-12-08T23:44:00.007-06:002010-12-09T07:57:48.973-06:00

(I'll finish this up later. Just want to get it down a little before I start adding new memories today!)Went to the Met. Had my mind blown by so many things... Saw a bunch of paintings that literally brought me to tears. Saw everything from medieval armour to Egyptian mummies to ancient Greek and Roman artifacts (some from places we've actually been) - and got to walk inside of a pyramid tomb

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-15613068531403485212010-12-07T22:04:00.011-06:002010-12-08T07:18:19.352-06:00

WHOSE STUPID IDEA WAS IT TO USE TELEVISION/MOVIE REFERENCES IN ALL OUR TRIP POST TITLES?!Anyway.Today started at Starbucks, like most good days do. From there, we quickly moved on to the rest of the day's activities. It was another day that simply REQUIRED caffeine :)Our first stop was at Ground Zero. The former site of the World Trade Center is now a rather formidable construction zone, but it

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I'll be honest. I hesitated over the idea of doing something as horrifically touristy (can you hear me spit that word out?) as a tour bus. But there was SO MUCH I wanted to see in NYC and SO MUCH that we just couldn't fit in any other way. So this morning, Geoff + I jumped a subway to Times Square, grabbed a couple of lattes, and jumped on a bus. BUT. Between that bus tour and some walking around

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We landed at La Guardia without incident - I should probably say without FURTHER incident, hehe - and made it to our hotel despite heavy traffic, closed streets, and a seriously impatient cab driver. I wasn't expecting it at all, but we actually got to see Central Park, the Guggenheim, the MET, the Waldorf Astoria, Grand Central Station, and a handful of other landmarks along the way.

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So we had a decent night and woke up, packed up, and headed downstairs to have breakfast and grab a cab to the airport (we booked a hotel package that included - among other things - a ride to and from the airport and vehicle storage while we're away). The taxi driver was about 100 years old and the car might have actually been older than that. Lucky 7 Taxi. The whole thing just felt like a sad

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Know what's boring? Driving from Winnipeg to Fargo. Know what's the opposite of boring? FARGO. Geoff + I had kind of an awesome evening checking out the fashions on display at the mall - on the people, not in the stores. I have no idea where people find that stuff, considering the stores all sell the same stuff we have at home (albeit a little bit cheaper). Seriously. We saw every variation on

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All packed up and ready to go. Realizing that I have nothing in my closet that is worthy of NYC. Choking back SERIOUS tears over leaving my baby behind, but totally convinced that she's about to enjoy one of the best weeks of her life with Grammy. Today is Fargo. Tomorrow is Day One in New York City.I'm planning to blog during our trip, so I'll see you all soon!

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I'm not going to lie. When I first saw the line-up for The Daily Show's guests next week - and realized that the guest we'd hopefully be seeing on Monday is General Hugh Shelton - I groaned. Then I clicked on the link and read a little bit more about him and about the book he's promoting. Then I started getting really, really excited...General Hugh Shelton suffered a terrible fall when he was

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WHY oh WHY would you bring your child along to your hair appointment? It really ruins it for the other moms in the salon who arranged for childcare and intended to use the afternoon as ME TIME (nevermind the people who don't have kids). It's just not okay.

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So I ended up making the easiest homemade advent 'calendar' in the history of homemade advent calendars, and I am SUPER excited to start tomorrow! This is something I really wanted to start doing for Briony this year and while I suspect we may someday upgrade to a fancier + prettier system, I'm loving the SPIRIT of this one (and really, isn't that the most important thing?).I found a colourful

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Getting to work mostly from home = THE BEST THING EVERAlways feeling like the new kid (who doesn't get any of the inside jokes or have any idea what's going on) every single time I work from the office = THE SUCK

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-14297778578793133072010-11-29T13:32:00.003-06:002010-11-29T13:34:28.351-06:00

We found out this weekend that Jimmy Fallon has a pretty cool guest booked for the night we have tickets. An actor you *may* have heard of. His name is Ben Freaking Affleck. But really... It's no big deal.(Eeeeeeee!)

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We just caught Briony being sneaky and starting to open a present from under the tree today... AND SO IT BEGINS.

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I think it all started when Emily + I lived together and had a late-night discussion about the fact that neither of us had ever made a 'real' turkey dinner before. We decided to try it out for American Thanksgiving (because she's American) and we had a super successful, entirely lovely festive meal together. It was so much fun that we decided we'd do it again, but add friends. And when those

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We'll be starting our descent into La Guardia in exactly one week from now. Oh my GOSH, am I ever excited... I've been doing little happy dances around the house - I just can't even contain myself :)

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The 'funny face' thing started a few months ago, but I believe this is the first photo we've managed to get. It's a pretty typical mealtime with Miss B.

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For anyone who ever asks why I don't do crafty things, here's your evidence. A few weeks ago, we painted mugs at MOMs group and I cautiously decided to go with one solid colour (with a tiny little heart inside the lip). What could go wrong, right? heheIt should have been foolproof. And it ALMOST turned out great. But the end result was laughably bad... I'm using it anyway. I'm convinced there's a

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No childhood would be complete without one of these, right? :)

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Last week, my mom and sister and I spent a day getting our Christmas baking started. We got two MEGA batches of cookies done - a minor miracle considering we had two toddlers 'helping' us all day :)

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The only photo I managed to snag on our Christmas tree decorating day...

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For her birthday, Briony got a pile of animal hand puppets from Katie - and a fabulous Olivia themed dress up set from Amber. The result was a super funny 'playdate' with Geoff and Paul after dinner last weekend...

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Meet the newest member of the Wright family. Her name is Baby Bear and she is the result of a family birthday trip to Build a Bear (thanks in part to Palmer + Eloise for the great birthday gift card!). Of course, Briony INSISTED that she needed sunglasses. OF COURSE. If you've spent any in-person time with my daughter at all, you know she's usually seen in sunglasses - outdoors AND in :)

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I'm not exactly sure when this started, but I find it hilarious...Make video montages at www.OneTrueMedia.com

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I'm hoping to finish up our Advent Calendar this weekend. It's not going to pretty (not like Nicole's... HOLY MOLY, it's awesome!) but it will work - and we can worry about pretty next year :)Instead of candy or chocolate, we'll be choosing a special family activity every day leading up to Christmas. Some of them will be Christmas-related, and some of them will just be about making memories

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Drinking an Eggnog Latte.Listening to Christmas music.Organizing stickers + colouring books + toddler craft supplies.Sorting through Briony's artwork so we can 'close off' her Age One memories folder.And just kind of generally loving my life in this moment. I am oh so very grateful that our house is full of pink-and-purple glittery chaos, because that is exactly what helps to makes it a HOME. I'm

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Part of the Chronic Babe Blog Carnival. Click here to read the other submissions!Every year around this time, I resolve to make this holiday season better than the last one. For me, ‘better’ is defined as simpler, more restful, more peaceful, less stressful, and just plain HAPPIER. It’s an ongoing battle - one that’s intensified by my Type A personality, my extreme love of Christmas, and my

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Oh, Briony... One thing I hope we'll remember when you're all grown up and super embarrassed about this kind of thing is the fact that you were hilarious when you slept. I'm honestly terrified to ever move her to a big girl bed because she practices some serious tai chi in her sleep. When Geoff and I check on her after she's asleep, we sometimes can't contain our laughter over the uncomfortable

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-75176716632929101012010-11-26T22:52:00.003-06:002010-11-26T22:56:06.314-06:00

It's been a stressful day of mouse hunting, with no success. I personally saw the little furry incarnation of evil probably 15 times this afternoon + evening. There are glue traps everywhere, but he's evading them like the world's tiniest ninja. So much for getting some better sleep tonight. SHUDDER.

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Today was totally one of those days where I knew before I had even opened my eyes that things were unlikely to go well. I had a terrible sleep and woke up in all kinds of pain - including a weird neck cramp that's contributing all kinds of joy. We had about 30 minutes to get out the door and headed in the direction of Briony's dance class. And our glue traps remained mouseless all night long.

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Gotta love high school students. This seriously made me laugh until we nearly experienced a tea-through-the-nose kind of situation here.

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THERE IS A MOUSE IN THIS HOUSE.

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I read this fascinating story today about a man who was told he had months to live, spent his life savings crossing things off his bucket list, and then found out he had been misdiagnosed. I can't decide if that would be the best or worst possible thing to happen to a person. What do you think? And what would you blow your savings on if you saw the end coming?

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Dear DollaramaThank you for having SO MUCH COOL STUFF for two year olds that costs practically nothing. I'm sorry for judging you so mercilessly in the past, because you're not as icky as I thought - and I just might end up owing you my sanity this winter.Sincerely,Lindsay

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Siloam Mission here sent out a plea for help today. They've been serving way more meals than usual to Winnipeg's homeless and they're super low on supplies. We're going to be heading over there in the morning with some stuff. If you'd like to send anything along, just get it to our place before 8.30 am tomorrow morning. Thanks!

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So I'm going to apologize in advance because I feel like this might turn into a kind of rant. And while I'm at it, I should maybe add an apology for putting a Britney song in your head.Now that we've got all that out of the way, let's continue on with my post, shall we? Cool.Um, whatever happened to being NICE, and speaking NICELY to other people? And what's up with all the complaining going on

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-61918444357369265382010-11-23T00:15:00.005-06:002010-11-23T00:22:21.613-06:00

Oh yes. I JUST DID.Anyway.I learned something new this week. Something foot related, of course.Know those fabulous boots that you're just dying to have but don't *quite* fit? YOU KNOW WHICH ONES I'M TALKING ABOUT. The ones that look FIERCE but require some serious blood, sweat, and tears to jam your calves into them.Well, I bought them anyway. And then I took them to a good shoe repair place that

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Oh, the imagination we get to enjoy over here...In the last couple of days, we've been treated to:- A two year old who told me all about her 'adventure' when she went 'swimming with dolphins underwater' and also 'saw a shark'- A two year old who sometimes pretends to be a puppy - A two year old who today pretended to be a dinosaur- A two year old who bit the straw of her sippy cup in between her

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So it's officially Christmas here at the Wright residence. The tree has been trimmed. The garland has been hung. The stockings are in storage for a little while longer because I can't even imagine how many times I'll need to tell Briony not to touch (hehe). We started during Briony's nap on Saturday and finished after she woke up. On her way down the stairs, she stopped COLD as soon as the tree

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-68690832382121928842010-11-18T17:02:00.003-06:002010-11-18T17:15:17.245-06:00

This song has been rolling around my head today... It's the first snowfall of the year - the absolute BEST part of living in Winnipeg. It's too beautiful for words. It's today's news that my grandma is officially cancer-free. (I TOLD you to stop messing with the women in my life, Cancer. They're too strong for you. They will crush you like the snivelling little bitch you are.)It's Katie being '

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Want to hear something funny?Yesterday, when the news broke that Prince William had officially proposed to Kate Middleton, I felt a tiny twinge of disappointment. It would appear that - somewhere buried deep in my psyche - there was a remnant of that old girlish dream of becoming a princess someday. I'm willing to bet that I am NOT the only grown woman in the British Commonwealth who felt that

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I can hardly believe that it's been two whole years since you joined our little family. In the blink of an eye, you've transformed from the prettiest baby girl I had ever laid eyes on to this magnificent creature who creates nonstop chaos in our home on a daily basis. Your natural state is smiling, laughing, and being silly - and we love all the giggles you've brought into our lives. You are kind

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I've been trying to just push through and deal with this without any whining or unnecessary drama, but I QUIT. This is Day Six of The Cold/Flu From HELL and I'm sooo sick of it.I managed to power through the most essential birthday things this weekend, but it took everything I had. And now it's Monday. And I feel just a lousy as I did last week - maybe a little more lousy just because my ribs

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-74941751966394600822010-11-14T20:15:00.005-06:002010-11-14T20:34:12.254-06:00

I can no longer say or write 'Geoff' without hearing Briony yelling it in my head... hehe.My husband turned 36 today. Is it wrong that this was kind of funny to me? It just sounds so very grown-up... And I suppose we are :)Last night, we went out for dinner and watched a movie with Emily + Paul, which was *technically* Geoff's birthday celebration. Today, we had a lovely, low-key family day that

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Last night, I had one of those mommy moments that is difficult to put into words. When Geoff, Emily, Paul, and I got back to our place after dinner yesterday, Briony wasn't quite sleeping. Her sixth sense kicked in and she started fussing the second I was swapped in for Grandma + Grandpa. I went upstairs and scooped her up out of her crib, and we sat down together in the rocking chair in her room

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-78278142921792200552010-11-13T15:24:00.003-06:002010-11-14T16:52:57.026-06:00

It was a birthday fit for a pig. A rather FABULOUS pig named Olivia. And an equally fabulous little girl named Briony who's been a part of our little family for two years now - two magnificent, adventure-filled years.On Saturday morning, a collection of friends and family helped us celebrate two whole years with Briony. Here's all the photographic evidence...And here come the details...I went a

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Who just added a Daily Show taping to their list of super fabulous New York adventures? THIS GIRL. And Geoff too, of course.Oh my GOSH, am I excited. It's looking like we'll be spending more time in theatres and television studios than museums, but I GET TO SEE JON STEWART. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Okay, so moving our Josy Day to the day before the party might just be my most brilliant evil scheme to date. The work isn't ALL done for me, but having 95% of the clean-up done - BY SOMEONE ELSE - before our family's crazy double birthday weekend feels gooood. It kind of makes all my work stress worth it. This money was very hard earned, but very well spent.I still have issues believing that I

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This has been one of the hardest weeks I’ve had in a while.I’m not even sure why. We started out with such wonderful intentions. But work EXPLODED for me this week - to the point where I cried about it. Kind of a lot. And then Briony’s been higher maintenance than usual. And then I flared up to the point where walking became incredibly difficult. And then Geoff’s recovery kind of took a baby step

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947282601018898077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14472446.post-79459132554816072662010-11-11T12:32:00.001-06:002010-11-11T12:33:38.450-06:00

The Scene:Briony woke up this morning and saw that it was snowing outside.Briony:Look, SNOW! Mama, it's LOTS of snows. In the sky! Whoa. There are SO MANY SNOWS. One... Two... Three...NEVER SHOW THIS KID A DOUBLE RAINBOW.

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The Scene:Briony woke up in the morning and had been playing in her crib for a little while. When we went in to get her up, we were greeted by this ridiculous conversation.Briony:Oh, good morning, Mama! I'm underwater. I'm swimming with dolphins. Swim, swim, swim... (making swimming motions)

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Lots to catch up on - lifewise and blogwise - after this weekend. For now, I have another client deadline to tackle. And I'm working very hard to fight against feelings of 'poor me' that are threatening to creep in tonight. It just feels a little like my life has been The Suck lately, and I'm running around like a crazy person trying to get things unpacked, prepped, cleaned, sorted, planned,

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The scene at our house after dinner this evening... This is *so* Briony at almost two years old :)You know what? Sometimes I really miss having super fabulous weekend plans - or just being able to come home from work on a Friday and spend the next couple of hours reading a book in a bubble bath. But I would not miss having this in my life right now for ANYTHING.And this is exactly why I need to

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So I just had a super encouraging phone call from the Mayo Clinic. It's looking more and more likely that I'll be able to see their fibromyalgia specialists - and soon. THANK YOU, GOD. Now if we can just win the lottery to pay for it... :)

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Exactly two weeks until our baby turns TWO.(!)And exactly one month until we leave on our trip.(!)YAAAAAY :)

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What a gong show week. I'm up to my eyeballs in work projects and we're slowly getting used to life without Libby again. We're managing. I'm just EXHAUSTED from all the juggling - and praying that I'll be able to make this weekend a real, work-free weekend so that I'm ready to tackle an even crazier week next week.This morning, I skipped MOMs group (BOO) to work and try to fend off a flare-up,

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