Colour me happy

So after a year of anticipation....Jimi and I finally had our race. And it was fun. 

We headed down to Calgary for colour me rad, 2014. This was all due to last year, Edmonton selling out so fast....then the unfortunate flood that happened during the actual race day. Then their rescheduled race being on August long and me working. Thus them, transferring our race to this year. So, yes, it was long and awaited!

The road trip was fun. Practicing our race faces in the car (and our stride). Listening to fun road trip songs. Rapping like no other. And laughing of course. You always laugh when your around Jimi. 

 

Then to Canadian Olympic Park. We arrived super early, so we hung out by the DJ booth, practicing our Zumba and dance moves. And maybe threw a few colour bombs towards each other. He he. White shirts no longer. 

Actually we bought a pressurized container that was filled with colour. And I had the honors of using while Jimi had the honors of receiving the blue powder. After that the attention came. Smurf, avatar and pictures galore. They were in awe of my brother. Lol. It was hilarious. 

Then the race. The announcer said right before, you know it's running alongside the bobsled track right. Yes, folks. That means up. Ugh. Utter failure for me. Did a bit of walking (okay a lot) up the hill. But Jimi was a champ running quite a bit. He did amazing. 

All in all a fun day and glad I could spend it with him. Good road trip!

Additional bonus, we were lucky to come home to a bomb fire and hot dogs waiting to be cooked. Lovely husband!

Happy summer!

Love

The first summer weekend

And guess what....no rain, no snow. 

It was spectacular. 

Yoga with my brother

Breakfast at Cora's (a first for Mark and me, well worth it)

Sitting in our truck, facetiming my parents

Ride my bike to pick up fire desserts

Firepit, with cherry pies, chocolate crossaints and banana boats

Then a walk to the dog park

Where my partner went to the puppy carnival (with our dog)

Bobbing for hot dogs, digging for treats, and playing with friends (the dog)

I went to baby sit a cute blondie and redhead

Played on the swings, and made Dino sounds

Busy, beautiful summer weekend. 

Love these kind of days

Love

Happy sun

Oh happy days. I realize I have not written on this blog in a long time. Truthfully, I have kind of cut myself off from social media a bit and I am kind of loving it. I am truly, utterly, no qualms about it, enjoying summer. 

This is what I have been up to lately....

Bentley

Yes of course I am going to talk about the dog. What a life force he has been in our lives. He can be wild, loving, disobedient, and obiedient...really he is just one crazy dog. He has given us some frustration as he runs off, and rolls in less than desireable substances. But with that we have laughed as he runs, plays, greets us with 'waggles' and when we bath him after those less than desireable substances, we get even.  

Bonus about the dog is we have been forced to always be outdoors at least a half hour to hour a day as he needs two walks. It's nice to be out and about in the sun, and yes even the rain. With that, my running has kind of taken a bit of the wayside again this year. I do it on occasion but definitely not enough. Kind of miss it, but not that much. Funny how that is. 

Bike

What I really was looking forward to this year was riding my bike. And I have taken it out a couple of times already and love it. I have a basket that I would love to rig up and then do grocery shopping. But don't think that is going to stop me from going places. All I am doing now is thinking of places to take it. I kind of feel like a kid riding it and it just makes me feel so happy. I may have called out my partner from the house just so he could watch me ride it....yes just like a child. 

Truck

Speaking of my partner (and showing off pretty things), we got something he really enjoys. Yes. I can officially say we got a truck. A red one to boot. I, a girl born in the maritimes, who loves seafood and the ocean married an Alberta born, red meat loving boy who now owns a truck. He he. And he is really happy about it. I think it's a boy thing. Because every time I tell my friends husbands their eyes light up and they seem to want to know all about it. 

Regardless I am happy as I hate hate hate vehicle shopping. Really and truly. When our other vehicle broke down I was dreading the whole process. Ugh. But we found one. It's ready and it's on the road. Yay!

And a big thank you thank you thank you to my inlaws that lent us their vehicle during the shopping process. 

Work

I really hate to say too much about work in fear of jinxing it but so far so good. Enjoying it immensely. Still tons to learn as always. But it's enjoyable and so far people have been so good. Being new is so intimidating and overwhelming at times but I am making by. And I kind of enjoy this casual business although keep thinking that I should probably get a second one in the fall...we shall see. 

Bonus about casual is that I am not doing the six to eight in a row that I was doing before so I have a bit more down time. So yes I am attempting to garden, able to do some less than desireable spring cleaning (ugh our garage was discusting) and I get to see my....

Friends

Who I missed so much. Valuable get togethers that are so necessary for a girl to have.  That is all I have to say about that. 

Other than that, in my downtime at nights I have become addicted to....

Game of thrones 

My parents lent me three seasons and oh dear it's addicting. I know I may be slow on the uptake as this is a show that many have watched and watching already. But holy cow. Addicting. I called my mom last night and discussed the show with her for a half an hour. 

That's about it. 

Hope your summer is treating you nicely too. 

Love

Summer days with friends.

So I said way back when, that I was going to blog about my dear friends. Well I didn't forget so let's talk about dear, Anita.

I just saw her the other day actually at the market. It's fitting as that is the kind of thing I love to do with her. We go to markets, craft fairs, check out restaurants that I have never heard of, as she is a great foodie and knows up and coming places to go. Don't get me wrong she is a master shopper like myself and we did quite a bit of damage here. But it's fun when we can explore other different exciting haunts. 

Anita is a person that I can talk about anything with. She is smart and ever so politically savvy. She is passionate about change and making a difference and I find myself gravitated towards her and inspired when we speak about people with disabilities, or those that are vulnerable. 

She has been a fantastic travel companion that I hope never ends as we explore the world together. And she gets riled up as badly as I do, which can be a little harmful when we go home to our partners. He he. 

Really I couldn't imagine my life without her. We have busy lives (hers more that mine) but I am so glad that we have managed to maintain our friendship and keep it going all these years. 

And on that note. So happy with her new position. All the best to you and congratulations. You will do great things. And this is just the beginning!

Love

Trip to the maritimes involves

Day 1

Warm spring days. 

Kayaking down the Nashwaak

Having tuna fish sandwhiches and cookies. 

A trip to moms favourite store. 

Find out that mom was driving a car with a loose wheel...after the fact

Then a favourite supper that dad makes involving pork chops, sour cream and apples. Yum!

Go quading around the trees to see dad's work. 

Top it off with, "do you want to build a snowman". 

Day 2 

Early start to the morning. 

Cousin Jason drops by and I see him for a second as before I had to leave. 

Off to the market with Aunt Cheryl and mom. 

Stop for breakfast of a lox bagel. 

See moms cousin Kim, Beth and Amy. 

Walk downtown as the sun is out. 

Gather groceries for the day. 

Return home and nap. 

Then have lobster, garlic toast, and salad topped with butterscotch pie. 

And because I really love to eat,

Convince mom to buy a whirly pop and make popcorn for the movie, "about time". 

Day 3

Early again. I am starting to get pretty sleepy. 

Stop in Harvey. 

Saw my great great grandfathers and mothers home 

where my great grandma Eva Tracey lived. 

It is now called the kubbyhole. 

Drive to Bocabec.  

Baby shower for a little one and my cousin Heidi. 

Saw cousin Beth and aunt Beth. 

Loveliness. 

Serious movie of August: Osage County. 

Good night. 

Day 4

Sleep in finally!

Doughnuts in jam cause that's what you do when you are on vacation and visiting your parents. 

Drive into Fredericton to see Nan. 

Show off your dog. 

Speak of an incident of a small toddler (I bet she was cute) eating a prized tomato of her grandfathers way back in the 80s....any guesses?

Checked out the largest pothole In NB, although I feel AB still can give a run for the money. 

Fish, fiddleheads, salad, and spicy potatoes. 

Off to Zumba....because did mention I bought another butterscotch pie. Yum!

Finish the night with dancing with the stars. 

Day 5

Rainy hazy day. 

Watched a bit of tv. 

Made cinnamon buns. 

Went for a walk in the woods and saw the twin (trees). 

Went to the city to see the movie Godzilla. 

Facetimed the family at home. 

And found a horrible new ipad game to be addicted to. 

Day 6

Rain comes again. 

So it's a lazy hazy day of leftovers. 

Talking. 

Lounging. 

TV watching. 

Then out to dinner with the Robertson clan for dinner. 

Mini reunion with the cousins (without Jimi, we missed you!)

Good family talks with games in the restaurant. 

Good way to end!

Love

Nursing moments

As I finish off my last week of my current job I have found myself sentimental of the moments I had with staff and patients. I know that I am making the right descison. But isn't it funny that when you decide to leave a job and embark on something new, you find yourself looking at the present situation as wonderful and amazing and the new one looks a bit more daunting than you last imagined it?

I talked this over with my family and husband and am told that this is a natural reaction and everything looks brighter and better when there is something new and different in the horizon. 

Regardless I have been thinking of some really positive moments that I have had. That I have loved and enjoyed. And I think that is really where you want to leave things off. 

There were shifts that I have managed to be in patients rooms laughing as they tell wonderful stories, joking with me, pranking me. They became friends with their roommates and would look out for them, discussing their ailments with each other and being each other cheerleaders. And I would cheer them both on, pleased at how people can really make the most of their situation and find a friend in the process. 

Other shifts where goals of care would be switched as medical intervention could know longer help. They would become comfort care and I would be there to hold their hand, wash their skin, control their pain and massage their feet if time permits. Those were fantastic moments. 

Other rotations was with the dream team. They were a collective of nurses that I truly loved and admired and would consider them friends. Usually on an evening shift. We would make plans for cupcakes and treats one day to keep us going to day 6 in our rotation. Or make plans to dye a long term patients hair as she was in need of primping and fauning that you just don't get in a hospital. These were the people that would come to my aid if I needed help with a boost, med, info, or wash. Love love love them. And will miss those the most. I have laughed with them, vented with them, offered words of encouragement as they did for me and just enjoyed them so much. 

Sure there were days where I have gotten hit, sworn at, yelled at. Some days I would go home questioning, feeling despair, or anxiety. Good talks with family would usually help. Then I would talk with myself. I am a person that tends to give power to the negative things said to me and dismiss the positive with little regard of what was said. It is a work in process. As apparently I need to believe it when people say I am good at what I do.....blah blah blah. I still can't say what people have said to me in actual quotations, he he. One day, but it is something that I am starting to believe as I embark on new adventures. 

It has definitely been an adventure. A year of growth. A year of knowledge. And a year that I have pushed myself into situations I could not have imagined being in. 

And it's just the beginning....

Love

Lost mittens

As we walked our dog down a grassy path

A path that I frequent regularly now that we have a dog

Mark spotted a mitten

Did you drop a mitten recently, Tracey?

Nope, I replied

Just making sure as this could have been yours. 

This has been a year of lost mittens. 

One in November, in Jasper

One in a movie theater in Edmonton 

One in the work parking lot in St. Albert 

And finally one just recently in a building in Stony Plain

Could it be that the winter was this long?

Or that I am this absent minded?

Regardless thank you to my husband for keeping a look out on the orphan mittens. 

Love

Sickness

So I got sick. It was a few weeks ago. And never had I felt like that before. Some kind of stomach flu. But when I googled stomach flu it actually came up that there was no such thing. But I think that is the best descriptor for most to understand what was happening. 

It was also the first time that I had to call in sick without giving a bit of notice. And I felt horrible. Two am sick calls on a weekend. I know I was sick, blah blah blah. But it's okay to feel bad for the people that are going to be working that shift right? (Wink, wink). Thankfully the charge that I talked to was so understanding and nice about it that I didn't worry. 

Now that I am over the sickness and can actually look at perogies now, he he. I have to give a big appreciation shout out to my partner. I can sometimes be (a little) unsympathetic to his blights of illness...poor thing. But as I rolled down the stairs the next morning half, sleep, with chills going up my back and extreme pain jabbing me from all sides he took care of me. 

He went to the store and bought me five different flavored Gatorade drinks to boost up my hydration and electrolytes. He made me chicken broth and rice to eat. He let me be as I slept on and off the day. And at night when the pain still wouldn't go away and I was still experiencing "chills" he went out again to buy me Tylenol, allowing me to sleep 11 straight hours that night and morning. 

He's a good man. I could learn a lot from him. Ha ha ha. 

Love

Two wolves

So I mentioned before that I was reading the book "Prime," by Ariana Huffington. Lots of valuable thoughts and stories in it that I am going to attempt to practice in the coming months...hopefully years! Blog on some of those things in later posts. 

But one story that I loved loved loved was this one! I had to search for it immediately after. Such a wonderful lesson! Hope you enjoy! 

A Native America Indian legend

Two wolves

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. He told him of the battle that goes on inside people. 

“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, jealousy, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” 

He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

Love

whoopsie!

Bringing in May with a whoops....so I actually made a few posts at the end of April. But it looks like I forgot to publish them....so enjoy.

AND...

Happy May 1. Spring is upon us. Let's enjoy!

love

Bentley

We got a dog. And I kind of love him. I am surprised at the amount of affection I have for this giant beast of a dog. He is cute. And big. He is affectionate. And big. He is cuddly. And big. He is friendly....and did I mention he is big!

I have been wanting a dog for a couple of months. Mark always expressed a want for a rescue dog so I have been perusing the website looking at the perfect fit for our family. Cat friendly, bathroom trained and additional training is a bonus. Kid friendly as we have friends, with little ones. It was a tough criteria as I looked at all the cute dogs that just wouldn't work. 

But then we found him. Bentley. Two years old. Black lab and oh so nice. When I first saw him he was cute. Mark loved him right off the bat. I thought, this could work. I was cautiously attached. But then I found myself looking forward to coming home from work. Looking forward to going for walks. Looking forward to tossing the ball and playing with him. That's right. He's got me wrapped around his paw. I kind of love the big guy. 

 

So now we have a dog. And he is big. 

Love

Moments that make me smile

I am watching Jurassic Park right now. You know that scene in that movie. The pivotal scary moment where you just hear the foot on the ground. 'Thump, thump, thump'. You get chills up your spine. The danger is coming. The water in the puddle is vibrating rhythmically to the sound of the 'thump, thump thump.'

That moment always makes me laugh. Always. I think of Jeaninne. We were on a plane boarded to Italy for a school trip. We were overtired and hysterical. Committed to not sleeping. Joking around. Playing games and talking. The flight attendant came around and brought us water. Setting it down on our trays, it rippled in accordance to the plane's engine. Jeaninne quickly quipped, 'It's coming!'  Mimicking the movie, Jurassic Park. 

Still to this day when I see the water vibrate in the puddle and hear the 'thump thump thump,' I am brought back to that plane ride. Our seventeen year old selves laughing and giggling in that moment. 

I love that moment. 

Love

The tides are a changing

How does one find happiness?

These long winter months, (yes I continue to say that as the snow trickles down) have been a challenge to find just that. What makes me happy? Being housebound, with the never ending snow can be more than a little depressing. Not that I was always housebound. But if you read a few posts prior to this you will understand that one of my enjoyments (working out and the gym) was a little side tracked with a knee injury. Blah. 

So I needed to get to the root of the problem. Why was I so unhappy? Sure weather played an impact. Sometimes the feel of sun, warmth and light is revitalizing. Seriously. Cheesy maybe for some. But we have had glimpses of it during this periodic snowfall (seriously, poor Canada this winter) and it has been fantastic. Feeling more energetic just uplifts the mood. 

I wasn't the only one that felt the winter blues. Talking to a few friends and family and the lack of sun has soured many. This forced my partner, and my parents to make a pact for next spring break. Sunshine is in our future and we are going to seek it out no matter what. 

Weather wasn't the only thing that impacted my mood. I took on an incredible opportunity to work in a casual job on top of my current position. I was happy to get the job but I was working my 3 jobs more than I personally wanted to. 

I didn't realize it at the time, but it was impacting my mood at home. Increasingly grumpy, tired as my get away from work became chores, errands and sleep. I missed my friends. I missed talking to my family. And I missed my partner. In particular I missed happy times with my partner. It seems unhappiness spreads. When one is sad and miserable the other tends to get to be the same. Doesn't make for a happy household. 

However good things come out from this. Family are ever so encouraging. They had my back no matter what. Put a smile on my face. Listened to my fears. Loved me. Friends were the same. And don't dismiss my partner. We learned different ways to communicate and to continue on, growing further in our relationship. 

The next descison was a particular hard one. But I decided to leave my current job and delve into the casual one over the summer. It is something that I am interested in and why I chose my current career. I am excited at the opportunity for learning, and growth. 

But I have to say I am so thankful to have been given the opportunity to work in the hospital that I did. I learned so much and met some incredible people. I learned the essence of teamwork. I learned how to deliver safe, effective patient care while maintaining my integrity and compassion. I really couldn't have asked for more. But after a year and a bit. I am ready to move on. 

So the tides are a changing. And it scares me but truthfully I have a sense of immeasurable relief and glimmers of happiness. This last year happiness has not always been easily achieved. Something hard to write about on a blog about happiness. But maybe it's not suppose to be easy! 

Presently I am reading 'Prime' by Ariana Huffington. She said something that impacted my present quest. Happiness takes practice. Making an effort to be happy, finding mindfulness and seeking out simple pleasures can help ones own emotional well being. So I am going back to the beginning. Some of these things will be shared on my blog. Others in my life. But let's just say I am excited at the new prospects my life will bring.  

Love

Corn starch

I was cooking today and I grabbed the corn starch from the top shelf of the cupboard. And then I smiled. I thought of a moment not so long ago. With my parents.  At the end of December. 

Dad was making fun of my paper towel holder and how it takes so much space in the cupboard (it's one of the ones that hooks on top of the cupboard and hides your paper towels inside the cupboard). I told him he was wrong. He proceeded to tell me he could keep 2lbs of chocolate chips in his cupboard. Not to be outdone, I pulled open mine to show him my big bag of chocolate chips when....

Poof. Corn starch comes tumbling down. Poof again! It powders me, the counter, the cupboards, the floor, the sink....everywhere!

Dad took one look and was hysterical. Zingers coming out as I proclaimed, "mom placed the corn starch there." "It's a little persons trap," he replied. As I moved from my spot, he laughed harder noting the corn starch markings on the floor, outlining a person, just like police tape. Between fits of laughter he called my mother who came in denying my accusations (she is probably right) and at the same time grabbing her camera to take pictures like I am a celebrity and she is the paparazzi. 

I gasped, "I am going to go have a shower". Dad quipped, "Be careful. You may not be able to move after." 

That is what I am reminded of today with that box of corn starch, right by my paper towels.  Dad still stands by his opinion of my paper towel holder. And I still stand by mine. But I could be wrong on that too. At least a funny story came from it. And I will forever be reminded. 

Love

Olympics....I won't be seeing you anytime soon

So it turns out I am not an olympic skier. Shocking I know. 

I think the first clue would have been when I took a look at my ski jacket. The last ski pass on there was Fernie 2010. Whatever. I am a champ. I can conquer any mountain. I am a pretty good skier. I mean I have been doing it since I was 8. 

The next clue may have been that I thought about the last time I sharpened my skis. It probably wasn't good that I don't remember. But whatever. Sharpened skis don't mean anything.

Then it was overcast. And I couldn't really see in front of me. And my googles started to fog. Then ice. But who needs googles anyway? And my legs know skis. It's in my blood. He he. Okay so three things aren't looking good. 

I actually started to feel sick as it felt like a scary ride of bumps that could only be stopped by me. But I couldn't stop as how do you get off the top of the mountain without going down? Solution? Go to the other mountain. 

Eureka! No overcast. Gorgeous conditions. Two runs in. I am feeling great. Sickeness gone. Skiing up a storm. Look over at my partner. Wow. He is a great skier too. We are awesome. Who needs to sit and watch the Olympics, when you can perform like an Olympian in life?

Run three. Go in for the first turn. No edge in the ice. Slip, head first down the hill. Clunk your head. Oww. Skis stay on as you slide head first. You manage to stop. You get up. Shake it off. Your partner comes to your aid. You feel okay and proceed to ski down. Then something doesn't feel right in your one leg. You turn just a little...and ow. 

Okay time for the ski out. No biggie. Will try harder tomorrow. Grumble a little bit (or maybe a lot). Sit down for a lovely dinner. Get up to leave. Ooooooo dear. This leg is really hard to move now. "I think it's best we head home tomorrow, maybe we will go back in a month". 

He he. Now time to ice ice ice. Watching the Olympics isn't that bad. 

Love

Happy family day.

I love my family. I have said this many times over. And I think I have expressed this on this blog many times over as well. Well let's talk about my small little family as well. That would be my husband. And let's talk about his views.

Family is very important to him. Many think it is me, but I think he plays sometimes a bigger role influencing my view on family, than I on him. Or maybe we just enhance each other's? 

When I talk about visiting my parents he is the first to say do it. No questions asked. He actually will encourage it on times when I don't think to go. It's like he senses I need my mom and dad. He gets along with my brother too. I see so much endless support when it comes to those two. He was extraordinary when my brother broke his leg and has been a good head to lean on with more personal matters this year. 

Of course it's not just my family either. If his parents call for a favor, his usual reply is what time and when, without question. He adores them, a quality that is always nice to see in your partner. He makes himself available at important family events, helps host, asks what needs to be done and is there to do it. Calls his brother to check up on him. When it rained on his sisters wedding he drove the morning of to pick up umbrellas. And loves playing uncle to his little nephew. 

I think as you grow up in your family, you love them but you are always hanging out with the parents who embarass you and the little brother who bugs you all the time. Then you reach a point where that doesn't happen anymore. 

You realize your parents aren't embarrassing they are really interesting. And your siblings are pretty cool in their own right. You gain a greater appreciation of them and cherish the moments you have with them.  Let's face it. You want to spend time with them! Maybe even making memories that are to be treasured more. 

That's what my little family has taught me. It's been a fun journey so far with my little family. And hopefully the memories with our little family continue to grow with laughter and love and experience.  And with our bigger families too!

Happy family day!

Love

Oh canada

I kind of love you. You are a fabulous country. There is so much to do around you. You have wonderful parks. You have fantastic aspects of nature. And you have amazing people. I am sorry I don't say that I appreciate you more often. You really should be thanked more.

Every two years I feel a great pride for you. I see people that belong to your country show acts of kindness, athleticism, pride and joy. Funny thing is this happens on a daily occurrence in our country. And not just in sports. But to see it on a international stage just makes me proud.

I love that we have people that will forfeit their opportunity in a race for the better person. And that person medal. I love that another will come to the aid of another country so that they can finish the race. I love seeing two sisters hold hands while on the podium. And I love that our passports open a beer fridge! And I loved this article as it made me laugh as I felt more pride. Because we can be good and can win at times too. Not always the most important in my eyes but nice!

The Olympics does something for me. I normally don't care about sports. But speedskating, figure skating and yes even hockey is on constant stream in our home. I find my self watching snowboard competitions with fascination and with one eye open I will catch the skeleton and luge. I FaceTime my mother and we watch and comment on the Olympics together. Seeing if we can out do each other with the latest olympic gossip, trivia or unknown fact. 

Oh olympics. I have had such fun times. Calgary 88 my great Aunt Elizabeth came down as we saw Elizabeth Manley skate to silver. I vowed I would be her...for two years. Barcelona, 92, I was tumbling around the basement practicing layouts and back handsprings, perfecting my splits just like Shannon Miller. Lillehammer, 94, I watched my dad quote Jean-Luc Brassard, "I love to fly" in his gold medal win. In Atlanta 96 I was home alone for two weeks (for the first time) as I screamed and laughed to Donovan Bailey winning the gold in the 100 m sprint. So many memories. 

Cut to spending Valentines Day with Mark in 2010 watching Vancouver in a small mountain town at Boston Pizza...eating a heart shaped pizza no less and seeing Alex Bilodeau hug his brother after his gold medal win. His brother, having cerebral palsy, touched my heart about how great this win was for him and his family. And I have great fondness for London 2012 as we honeymooned and watched Jamaica win the 100 m sprint with Usian Bolt. 

Canada and the Olympics you have brought me and my family together. You have made me feel proud. And I kind of love you!

Love

Good friend

I got to spend today with three of my favourite people in the whole world. Two are small and cute and one is a girl i really could not live without. That's right little P, baby M and my favourite redhead (non related...although we still question that), Jeaninne.

Quite a nice afternoon. It was a short visit. Jeaninne was taking the girls to west ed and I had to get some errands done as I am going to be working a long stretch starting tomorrow. So we met up and I went to the under water aquarium with them. Touched the stingrays, anemones, and starfish with little P. Watched the sharks eat, along with the sea turtles. And even saw some nemos!  Lovely short visit. 

It got me thinking about my friends. I am truly blessed. I probably have some of the best girlfriends around. I will talk about others later but just a little glimpse at Jeaninne. 

One of the greatest things about this girl is ability to be happy and joyful about all those around her. She is never spiteful. She is honest and always there to listen and encourage. And she is so genuinely happy for all her friends milestones and events. She is probably the most empathetic person I know. She hates that she can be emotional at times and cares so much. I think that is one of her greatest gifts. 

I remember when I got engaged. I think she was more excited than I was (and I was pretty excited). And I can't even go into how involved she became in the wedding, amazing. She was slideshow coordinator, house host, provided car rental, and just all around there. 

I am just so happy she is in my life. I don't ever want to take that friendship for granted. 

Just grateful. 

Love

A little Christmas in February.

I cannot get over that it is February already. Where has the time gone? It had gone from hot to cold from warm to down right freezing today. I hate it when the weather does that. I start to get a little to hopeful that maybe, just maybe, spring will come a little earlier than normal. He he. 

But this was a nice surprise in this crazy weather. I let my amaryllis continue to grow this year and cut off the dead stems and what did I get. A bigger and taller one than the initial flower that came. Sure is pretty!

Love

With love from my husband

"Just a heads up to all potential visitors to the house, Tracey did get onesie pajamas and is accosting anyone who comes near so that they can truly appreciate her eminence wrapped within its all encompassing heart speckled folds. Be prepared, ninja fighting moves should be expected from Tracey on sight, standard operating procedures dictate that no one must ever lose to Tracey's low flying kicks and high flying punches," Mark warns. 

Tracey adds, "plus it makes me happy everything I put it on". 

Love

One year ago

Right about now I was a mad woman. Sure there are always spurts of madness in my life (wink, wink). But literally I was a mad woman. I was studying crazily for the crne, convincing myself of ultimate doom. I was half heartedly applying for jobs as I didn't want to go through the interview process adding unnecessary stress to the exam process...not realizing that when no calls came back it added to my stress.

Ahhhhhh. Yes well if I could have just talked to myself then. Although knowing me I wouldn't believe her. I wrote the exam and passed! I got together with all my nursling friends (after the exam) to find out many didn't have jobs. I talked with friends about revamping my resume and did. And I got an interview and then a job in mid march. 

I started working. And working more and although there have been some trials being a new grad there have been happy moments. I have found excellent support and friends. I have learned so much on the last year and I have even managed to teach others what I know, who knew? 

Now I am about to start another career venture. I am going back to the job I had during my preceptorship. As a nurse, not a student. I am nervous, scared and excited about this new venture. It's a little step in a direction I am passionate about. Loads of learning to be had. But I am ready. 

What a difference a year makes!

Love

What it's like to be a nurse

After almost a year of working I am starting to formulate what I feel it's like to be a nurse and what it's like to work with others

Nurses are kind to each other and to others.

For a profession that the majority tends to be women I feel we break the stigma associated with females working with females. We work together. We look to solve problems. We focus on communicating our patients needs to the appropriate disciplines. And most importantly we are there for each other so we can be there for our patients.

Nurses break the stigma of the traditional nurse

Let's not exclude our male counterparts in nursing who are great as well. Like any profession I welcome equality and love the different perspectives each individual can bring. I like a lot of people I work with. Frankly a huge lot of them are amazing. Each have their own way of doing things, have their own personality and their own set of skills and knowledge. Yet we all hold similar values in caring for our patient, even if it looks a bit different in each other's eyes.

Nurses are there for you

When things look bad and frankly overwhelming, I call on my fellow coworkers for help. And guess what. They come willingly, offering anything and everything they can.

Sometimes things don't look well for patients. They take a decline in health. I press a button and people come running. It's miraculous to watch a collective, coming together to help you, and more importantly that one person in the bedside that needs all of our help. It's so fluid to watch. Some may say its fast and adrenaline pumping. I see it in slow motion, so fluid, almost dance like, as one documents, another does vitals, another takes orders, another administers. It's amazing.

I know of one in particular who helped me so much this week. She worked at the desk. A charge nurse. But she didn't stay at the desk. She was a true team player manning the floor when she was needed and able. A true and remarkable leader who cared about her coworkers and the patients. I am always amazed when I see people like her. True leaders who probably could move up the ladder quite easily, but selfishly I want them by my side.

Nurses are great to talk to you

They are by your side and on your side. I have cried with patients. Supported them by being their cheerleaders. I have listened and empathized. And I felt I ultimately care and want everyone to get better.

And guess what. I have done the same with my coworkers, and they for me. One nurse went into a patients rooms and found her declining quite bad. Once recovered, she then said, "what if I hadn't gone in there to help her, would she have died?" I told her, that is the wrong statement, "it's that you went in there and she lived". So often we beat each other up for the potential of what coulda, shoulda, woulda. Instead of looking at the what we had done, did and will do for them (my husband taught me that one).

There have been many days I have bottled up my feelings and cried all the way home, reaching my husband at that point I am almost inconsolable. It's not pretty. But these last two months, I have started to talk to my nursing coworkers. And guess what. They have been not only amazing in their support for me, but showed me what it is truly like to be part of a team. They have encouraged me, offered hugs, and offered opportunities in reflection. I don't think I could do the work I do without them.

Nurses aren't the only ones that are amazing.

When in the hospital you encounter a variety of different titles. Physicians, OTs, PTs, RTs, speech pathologists, pharmacists, lab techs, diagnostics, food services, dietitians, social workers, etc. I work with them and without them we would be rendered useless. But I work closely with my partner usually liscnsed practical nurse and on occasion an RN, who I have talked about already. But two very important roles that I really don't think it gets enough recognition but deserves are these.

First, The health care aide. They, too, talk to our patients, help bathe them, reposition them, help feed them if we are busy with the medical aspect. They help us with the extra tlc that is needed like a warm blanket, new water. But more importantly they care. Sometimes they see things when our eyes are on others. They are so important and so needed in our team. We would be so horribly overwhelmed without them.

Second the unit clerk. The people with the answers. They process our stat orders, call our codes, ring up the numbers by memory in an emergency, make sure our patients get to their tests, get discharged properly, get admitted properly, have the correct diets and really so much more. They have so much knowledge it's incredible. I couldn't figure where a persons ahs card could be when they got admitted and one unit clerk had it figured out in mere seconds. 

So ultimately I think I have learned how important it is to be part of a team in nursing. People thrive when we all work together. And we thrive when we work together. Teamwork should be encouraged and fostered. Never take it for granted and do anything and everything to keep that team functioning in a positive way. It's worth it.

Love

7 year itch?

Happy 7 years to my beloved.

What can I say that I haven't said already. 

I had a conversation with you the other day and there was an overwhelming feeling of contentment and near perfection. We talked about our day.  So ordinary, I know. But after, I felt we really are a family. 

We were both talking about some very difficult things re. work. As we talked we felt sad re. each of our situations. Questioning. But simulataneously, we found some aspect of positivity for each other.  Things that we both needed to keep going. Our jobs can be quite difficult and stressful, so we are lucky to have each other for this. I thanked you then and I thank you now. 

We laugh, find humor and positivity. That is so important in life. We have encountered many people, in many walks of life. Some people seem to have a really tough go. They have unfortunate circumstances that they have yet to be able to turn around. Or they just need a little boost to help them and it can't be immediate which is what they need. Sometimes others are unable to ask for help, or others feel they don't need it when they plainly do. 

I think that you and me are lucky as we do try to find an answer to solve our problems and to keep going. We support each other, love each other and are ultimately there for each other.

So seven year itch? It looks pretty fab if this is what seven years is. 

Happy anniversary. 

Love

The parents have gone home

The parents are gone and this house has gotten a little extra lonely for us all. I think even Kitty misses some extra cuddles, 'wink, wink'. It was nice having people around. Especially when I worked evenings as my life gets pretty quiet during those days being as the only people I see are at work. 

But I shall be fine. I have already started a work out routine again to get myself through these winter months. And the scrapbooking has been revved up again. Just finished a New York one. Embarassed to tell you what year. He he. But it's a nice winter activity. 

My dad was incredible with all the things he did around the house. From helping Mark hang up the pot rack which I am in love with, to finding a spice rack drawer at Rona. He was the list king, fixing my desk that broke in the move, hanging up the towel rack in our bedroom bathroom, and doling out tons of knowledge from electrical work, to insulation, to how to clean out out "humidifier tubing". Not to mention getting a layout of the basement for future endeavors. Car batteries installed, broom racks hung, church bench put together, and fine tuning our house by painting our baseboards so that the nails and cracks are covered up and decreasing the length in the blind cords. It was lovely for him to come and see our house for the first time. I had a great time with you Daddio. 

Mom coming the second time around was still just as fun and fantastic.  Shopping for things needed for the house, decorative and functional (love my pillows). And just shopping too (she got an amazing sweater). Pulling out our iron and ironing board for the first time. He he, glad it's served one use so far. Seeing a movie, 'the book thief' and crying like a baby...thanks for that...he he (It was really good). Going to Zumba class and dancing like a fool. A serious fool that the instructor called out to me, 'that's right you are getting it'. And just chilling out watching movies at home. Not to mention all the help she was when it came to helping make big meals from vacuuming the house to helping prep food and after warm the food with towels. Mark and I have learned a few more things when it comes to socializing and having company, so thanks mom!

And the collaborative effort of both of them hanging up the curtains. From mom cutting and ironing on the hem to dad measuring out and hanging the rods and curtains. Really I have amazing parents and I am so grateful to all the help you gave us. The house feels so cozy and warm now. I feel content and that I can finally just live in it as little things are no longer hanging over my head.  Sure I have some ideas. But those are on the back burner for awhile. I just want to enjoy. And I hope that our house shows the personality of us shining through via pics, books, artwork, and furniture. 

I may show the results. But be patient. Need to actually take them. He he. 

Love

Lucky lady

I was a very lucky this year as I not only got to have my holidays with one side of my family, but both at the same time. And like Mark said it was a marathon, not a sprint, of wonderful holiday goodness that leaves my heart feeling happy. 

My parents came on Christmas Eve (and are still here till the ninth, eek). It was a perfect time as it broke my stretch of six shifts nicely and putting some fun into my days as they become pretty monotonous prior to work. Took a nice tour of Marks school. And the three of them had a Robertson family tradition of a tortiere that evening. I think they were pretty tired as they went to bed early. 

On the day of Christmas, I have already written about. It was wonderful and so much fun. I don't think it could have been any better although having Jimi and his partner would have been an added bonus. Not working too...but that provided me with another kind of joy. 

Mom got to continue on with her traditional Boxing Day trip with her friend. While Mark got to celebrate with all the Edey cousins in Red Deer. I got to sleep. It was appreciated. 

And then we contined celebrating Christmas with Jimi Jam and Cassie on the 27th.  Wendy and David came over and we did our first Christmas ever with excellent family help. Mark cooked the turkey. Amazingly. Dad did he escargots. And my fantastic mother did the rest although she states she really didn't. I was around for clean up and coordination...sure that's it. All in all it went well. Mom was great at it and knew that towels keep everything warm and made sure to get everything ready in the am leaving more time to socialize. Apparently it wasn't her first rodeo (wink, wink). I don't think it could have been done better with my husband and parents by my side. Next time we may try at it with no help....but is that as much fun as family involvement?

Family bonding was after with trips to see the Harry potter exhibit, see the hobbit desolation of smaug. Spillage of corn startch, and leftover turkey sandwhiches, costco runs and gym trips. Movies from the library and fChristmas, goodies galore and dad teachings about home repair, maintenace and electrical work. Laughs and love. 

A birthday celebration for my lovely. A feast of meat with wonderful company of family and friends that expressed numerous times that they wanted to celebrate Marks birthday, even if Mark didn't think it was a big deal. And we were all so glad to have them and our parents and siblings (that were in town). Definitlely beat last years Vegas debacle. 

And then New Years Eve where we visited with two parties so we could hang out with just some of the people we really love and appreciate. Ringing in the new year with laughs, fun and mice!

And you would think that would be it. But as Mark said, it is a marathon not a sprint. So we headed to Marks uncle and aunts for a dinner and one of my fav Edey traditions of Court Whist. So much fun. 

It is is back to work tomorrow but I can honestly say it has been an amazing holiday week this year. So very fortunate to have both families here and to spend time with them. It has been lovely. I am just grateful. 

Happy New Year!

2014 I am excited for the new beginnings and what is in store!

Love

Happy birthday my love

It is your birthday so to you happy birthday.

I know you never want to celebrate them. You don't want to make a big deal about the whole to do. And that is okay. But a tiny little celebration is good. Because, hey, we are all pretty damn happy you are here, in this world with us. That is the whole point of birthdays, isn't it. Celebrate you, your life so far and celebrate what's to come. Because if you weren't here, I think a great many of us would be terribly sad. 

You are such a fantastically awesome individual. You care so much. I see you do it everyday. 

- With your kids....they are so lucky to have you as a teacher. I think one of your students is right, "long live mark!" You care about them so much. Even when you have your Christmas break, you continuously think up ideas for what you can do to help them. 

- your parents...you love them and they love you. You call them whenever you have a chance. Invite them for dinner. Laugh and joke with them. Show up to their special events. I think you are a pretty good son and I think they would be inclined to agree

- my parents...hey, you are there favourite son in law. Always thinking of things to do, wanting to show them different things and make them different meals. Ready to host and to listen. And there to lend a helping hand when they need you to help with "the lists". He he. 

- yours (and mine) siblings....plus a special baby b. I think you care so much about their lives and want to make sure everyone is happy, and comfortable in every situation. Call them up randomly to make sure things are okay. You are there to boost a car, encourage little ones to play with their food, and making yourself available to help. You love them. And they know it.

- your friends...they love you, they love to trase you and you love to give it back. Your friends who are all so special and unique. They, like you, live hard and play hard (I swear one day you will all occupy one hospital with all your collective injuries....I hope I am not on shift). They talk politics, they are zany and fun. They are positive and happy. And you are so good to them. You listen, you provide thoughtful insight, and you laugh. I love your laugh. 

- finally me. You mean so much to me. I have enjoyed our adventures together. And we have had many. You are my cheerleader when I am down. You lift me up through words of encouragement and great hugs. You care about my feelings and listen to me. You know how to laugh. We can joke around very well...maybe too well. It may end in rough housing and a re-break of the toe. But it's worth it...he he. Okay maybe not and sorry about that. But to continue on you are thoughtful with your intentions. You love nature and life. And I love enjoying it with you. Basically I am happy we have shared our lives together so far. It's been pretty great!

So happy birthday lovely. Enjoy the day, in how you want to spend it. 

Love

Christmas at work

My first Christmas working. It was something that I knew was in my future as people don't stop getting ill but I didn't know what to expect. But I can tell you this. It was quite lovely. 

Sure I was working on my favourite time of year. But there were many things that helped make this Christmas truly memorable and truly special. 

1. My parents came in on day three of my rotation. An added bonus to break up the long stretches. So happy to see them as I was on countdown!

2. I worked evenings so I got my Christmas morning with my parents and husband. Spending three hours watching everyone unwrap and play with their toys. Santa was a good man!

3. We got to go to my amazing inlaws who made a Christmas brunch. Plus see an additional little "Santa" in Baby B. Hanging out with both families for me made it truly fantastic. 

4. I worked in a great team. The whole six days. Everyone wanting and willing to help each other out. Making a potluck dinner. Sharing laughs. Going over concerns. Fantastic. Plus I ended my stretch on Boxing Day rather than begin it  he he. 

5. Finally my patients. A feisty elderly woman who made my shift alone, with her plucky attitude and fantastic spunk. Giving me a fantastically hard time and me loving every minute of it. Another, true love in the older generation as one took care of another, celebrating a private Christmas in their room with such love and tenderness. Then seeing a patient I had before who was very very sick and now seems so much better (still sick) but so much better. Finally a story teller who would love to talk about her past. Each one special, unique and who I had the pleasure of spending Christmas with.

All of this made me all the more grateful and feeling the love this Christmas. 

Love

And then there were five.

Just as Mark's holidays begin, congratulations 'best teacher in the Edmonton public school board,' my days off end. A stretch of six is in my future and working on Christmas Day. I don't know what to think or expect from that. But I will do my best to make amends with it. 

But celebrations are still to be had, because the Christmas season is here! Our last Christmas party was yesterday but starting this Sunday, family celebrations begin. An anniversary celebration for my inlaws, AND my parents coming on Christmas Eve. I will, WILL it to go by slowly after that! So pumped!

So come on Christmas I am ready. Presents wrapped. Baking complete. Dinner fixings bought. House cleaned. Music playlists made. Tree lit. Advent calendar on countdown. Let the festivities begin!

Love

With 8 days left...

Till Christmas what does one do?

Make some Christmas treats, and make sure the "quality control" system is in place to taste test...Thank you Mark.

Read the multitude of Christmas cards received by friends and family and give thanks.

Watch 'White Christmas' and think of your Grampie because that is what I always do when I watch that movie.

Listen to Christmas music and dance around the kitchen because that just feels right.

Talk to parents that will be arriving in 7 short days. Eek!

Love

Weekend during the week day

Some of my days off aren't really productive and then there are others...

One day I get to witness a wonderful retirement tribute to my father in law down at city hall. 

Everyone making speeches of what a great worker he is, his devotion to public service and his positivity in the work place. 

Although I don't know how he is at work I would say he is like that at home. 

Always working hard, full of laughs, and making time for every member in his family. 

Then I got to go to my old job. 

See a performance of the nutcracker for their annual Christmas concert. 

Visit with some of my old clients

And talk with the nutcracker and Rat King themselves. 

Although I must say the Rat King spent most of his time asking for Mark, and kicking me. 

Merry Christmas in his own way.

Two days off well spent. 

Love

I love the smell of Christmas

Especially the smell of pine. 

And lucky me. 

Our house is infused with it. 

Love

Bicycle

The only sad thing about getting a bicycle in the winter is that it can't go outside. 

But the happy thing is it becomes a decoration in the living room. 

It becomes a peice of furniture. 

It is admired. 

And it is occasionally ridden in the house. 

Shhhh

Don't tell. 

Love

The fantastic, the bad and the ugly.

Let's get honest and real in this post. I had a bit of a trying week. And of all things it was a week off so what oh what is my problem. Honestly!

Well let's start off with the bad. 

I decided through some encouragement to throw a birthday party for myself. 

Bought all the food, prepared and laid it out, cleaned the house and because of the Christmas Twinkie in me decorated the house. 

Fourteen people were suppose to attend at eight pm. 

Then the calls came. And people started to cancel. 

And you know what? Everyone had a reasonable reason that they couldn't come. Sick children, just having a child and working late and then working early. 

no one could really blame them for not attending. 

But I may have had a silent pity party. Or was it silent? Ask Mark. 

Eight came. And then eight fifteen, eight thirty. 

I sat glumly on the couch and said to a very tired Mark who had a very long day, "I don't think anyone is coming". Tears may have rimmed my eyes. 

Mark grabbed his phone frantically texted my friends and figuring out their status. 

Eight forty, four of my wonderful friends came. Anita, Fraser, Ellen, and Jeff. 

They smiled and hugged me and sat around our kitchen table. 

Eating all the prepared food. 

Talking, debating, laughing, joking. 

And staying up till 1:30 am! 

Great company overall and so thrilled that four great people were able to come!

Then the ugly came. 

Mark called me at home two days prior to my actual birthday. 

He had to work a Christmas concert. 

I thought he may have been joking. 

He wasn't. 

Then he started to make plans of what to do. Rescheduling my day, inviting others to come, etc. 

I didn't want anything. 

He insisted. 

I got mad. 

Then he got mad. 

We were both mad. 

Lol. Sigh. A little known fact about me. I hate surprises. Ask my mom. I hate plans made re. me behind my back. I am just a plain old brat about it. Simple as that. Again ask my mom. 

After a breather there was resolution. 

And Mark may have been right (cough cough) that one shouldn't spend their birthday alone (Wow I can be stubborn and a tad dramatic. He he). 

Finally the fantastic. Because one should forget the bad and the ugly and concentrate on the full greatness, happiness, and the positive aspects of life. 

Seriously 

Mark had planned and made a birthday "lupper" for my family and I on Sunday. 

Wendy, David, Jimi and Cassie came by. 

We had gourmet French toast, bacon, orange juice, fruit and birthday cake and cinnamon buns for dessert. 

We chatted in the sitting room. 

I opened presents. 

It was lovely. 

I caught a movie, my choice on Saturday. 

Had movie popcorn and went to the fancy theatre. 

Fancy cupcakes with an I love you message another day. 

Got to spend a wonderful day with a little two year old at the world water park. 

Swimming. 

Then I got to laugh at her two year old self as she tormented my poor cat. 

Ran around the house rearranging all our things. 

And creating mischief climbing out of her crib, not napping, and watering the floor instead of the plants. 

Then lucky me. On my birthday got to spend the morning with the two year old's mom, Jeaninne and her week and a half year old sister. 

So sweet. 

Hot chocolate, doughnuts, baby cuddles, laughing at some funny memories and making new ones. 

It didn't end. 

Text messages, deliveries, emails, facebook messages, video messages and calls times three from my lovely parents. 

And Anita came. 

Took me out to a very awesome restaurant called rge road. 

And I continued to laugh, chat, and just hang out with one fantastic gal. 

Then my poor Mark, who worked a very long day waited up for us to come home. 

And presented me with a fabulous present. 

A bike that I have been wanting so badly but kept convincing myself that I don't need it. 

I know I am a spoiled brat. And I am supremely lucky to have a person in my life that puts up with my crap every now and then. And reassures me that things are okay. Concentrate on the positive and not to give up. Who likes my nuttiness and my birthday week even if he pretends not too. 

And to friends and family that laugh at my dramatic tales causing me to laugh about it and to give me a bit of perspective (but are smart enough to wait to tell me this, after I have calmed down). 

I am very lucky, grateful and yes I had a fantastic birthday (week). 

Love