One Shade of Seneca

We stood at the gate without saying a word.  This extended silence made me blush when I thought about all that we had been through.  I wanted to say something but I was only able to stare blankly at the floor.

"Ahh uggg" he muttered.

Finally, he had acknowledged me.  My inner goddess beamed with happiness.  I didn't know how to react so before I was able to think of something witty to say, my brain skipped and I was only able to murmur "baa".

Immediately I felt myself blush with embarrassment.  How could he have any interest in me.  A gangly little girl with no hair who still needs a diaper.

He turned to me.  Our eyes met for a moment that seemed like an eternity.  My legs felt weak.  How does he have this effect on me?

With a swift turn he made his way back to the play structure.  His muscular legs guiding his soft foam shoes through the hot sand.  Turning back he muttered "Mum" before grabbing an adjacent plastic shovel.

What was his game?  How could he be so nonchalant with our summertime affair.  I wanted to call out to him but with all of this flushing, blushing, muttering, and murmuring, I was exhausted.  I would have to wait until our next encounter.  Mr. Seneca, what secrets are you hiding?

Sun, Sand, and Ice Cream

So, as it turns out, Mexican ice cream is very similar to Canadian ice cream.  Cold, creamy, and delicious.  Either way, Dad still doesn't trust me to eat it myself.  Sure, you throw a couple cones on the ground and all of a sudden you are branded as a "ice cream tosser".

After a week in Mexico, my views on the country have changed drastically.  Originally, I pictured a more impoverished, desert covered place where they make cheap knock-off products.  Turns out, at least the part that I saw, consists of lots of beautiful swimming pools, beaches, and luxury accommodations.  Everywhere we went there were bars where you could just order any type of drink you would like... for free!!  Craziness.  How can Mexico afford this?

Anyways, after a week of sun, sand, and relaxation, we were ready to go back to the daily grind of Canada.  Even with SPF 100 sunscreen, I still ended up with a pretty solid sun tan.... with no tan lines!

Maybe I should suggest they install one of those "free" bars at the park.  All the parents I saw seemed to really enjoy them.  The more they went back, the more they seemed to laugh.  Although, I did see one Dad that fell over at the bar.  Maybe he just got dizzy from being out in the sun too long....

World Traveller

Hello patient blog readers.  It is I, your intrepid world traveller Veronica.  As I have found out, maintaining an extravagant lifestyle as well as writing a ground breaking blog is not as easy as it sounds.

I spent some time in South America to, you know, just get away from it all.  Recharge the batteries.  After living life for over a year, I was a little burnt out.  Either way, I'm back.

Mom said that I was a good traveller.  I didn't really notice it much because she had put together a magic bag with all new books and toys.  I barely noticed Mom sweating and turning green during take-off.  Geez, relax.  I hear that flying is safer than driving.

Now I know this photo doesn't really show off any great fashion trends but as most of us know, just being comfy while travelling is the first priority.  Stretchy cotton is a saviour.

Perfect Fit?

Do these boots make my feet look big?  Or is it just me?

I asked for a size 1 and this is what they gave me.  Maybe if I put some thicker socks on.

Mom’s giving me some weird looks.  Maybe I should have gotten the pink ones.

I’ve worn them outside.  I can’t return them now.  I’m sure I’ll just grow in to them.

The fact that I'm not wearing pants can't help this situation.  I'll buy some boot-cut pants and nobody will be the wiser.

Problem solved.

Another Middle Name?

Actually, it’s not official, but another one of my middle names is “danger”.  Somehow in my short tenure on this planet I have yet to receive any type of scare reflex.  Turns out, the more dangerous or thrilling something is…. the louder I laugh.  Sure it started with fingers in electrical sockets (thwarted by safety covers…), then it moved to dashing towards open stairs (thwarted by safety gates…), and now it has moved to a constant need to spin around in a swivel chair.  Where most thrill seekers might sit on a swivel chair to spin, I have taken it to the next level with standing up while spinning.

Ha ha ha.  That is me laughing in the face of death.

On a fashion note, I have a nice little nautical theme going on with a pea-coat style hoodie, some skinny dark jeans, topped off with some Sperry Top-Sider boat shoes.  At least if I die, I’ll look good doing it.

PS:  When are these damn April showers going to stop?!  I want to play outside!

Did You Say "Egg Hunt"?

With the long weekend passing, I can officially say that it was the greatest Easter that I have ever had.  Not only did I get an extra day to hang out with Dad, but I got to go to some family parties, had my first taste of ice cream, and experienced my first Easter egg hunt. 

On the aptly named, Sunday, I participated in a grand search of Grandma’s garden for a hidden basket of Easter eggs.  This was quite the exciting event for all the adults there.  They seemed to enjoy directing me around the yard with squeals of “getting hotter” and “getting colder”.  Even though half way through the search I became more fascinated with a bunch of newly blossoming flowers, the adults continued their cries of encouragement.  To put these suckers out of their misery, I finally made my way to the so-called “hidden” basket of Easter treats. 

The basket was elegantly crafted with several different treats inside.  A chocolate bunny, a gin martini, and a bag of jelly beans.  The martini might not have actually been in the basket, but after a long morning entertaining the adults with clapping, muscle flexing, and adorable facial expressions, I thought I deserved one.

As for my outfit on this joyous event, I decided to wear a dress.  As evidence on this blog, I don’t seem to wear too many dresses…. so it must be a special occasion.  This little green corduroy number turned out to be perfect for a frolic in the garden.

Merry Easter everyone!!

80's Revival

Back when Patrick Dempsey couldn’t buy love, Andrew McCarthy’s career was booming, and Eddie Murphy wasn’t in a fat suit, the 80’s were a plentiful time.  Lots of over-the-top fashions, large accessories, and bright colours.  As with all trends, almost everything eventually comes back to style (hopefully croc’s die this decade and never come back).

The 80’s are definitely back.  Multi-coloured jeans, leather jackets, wayfarer sunglasses, boat shoes, anything stone-washed, and Robert Downey Jr..  The drab tones of the 90’s and 00’s are out the door.  The party, the flash, and “look-at-me” attitude are this year’s calling card.  I call the look I’m going for today, “The Flock of Seagulls” or “A-ha”.  Obscure, European, once cool, once not cool, now cool again, but always rock n’ roll.

Screw Spring. Lets Jump to Summer!!

I know.  It is a little early to say it is summer…. but the weather is so nice.  This means that I can start breaking out all of my summer fashions.  I think my summer will consist of variations of my two new favourite trends: Vintage Americana and Gatsby Glamour. 

Vintage Americana:

With the recession slowing being shed, dreams of a more affluent time are just around the corner.  Think glossy leathers buffed to a Cadillac sheen and lustrous wet-look skirts, while red-coat lipstick conjures classic car glamour.  Prim plaids from pastel checks to classic tablecloth ginghams are the new motif to covet.  Finally, the only accessory you need to complete your look is a pair of cat’s eye sunglasses for the perfect hit of retro Americana.

Gatsby Glamour:

With F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic The Great Gatsby coming to cinemas in December, the streets will be brimming with deco details and Twenties silhouettes.  By day, flirty drop-waist dresses should be the look of choice but by night, cast yourself as a modern-day Daisy Buchanan.  Tasseled trims in abundance with lavish beading or a froth of ostrich feathers.

Maybe this is the raspberry’s I had for lunch talking, but I love summer and all the outdoor fun and frolicking it brings!

Canadiana

When getting dressed in Canada (during the colder months) you have a couple options.  You can wrap yourself in nylon, fleece and any other type of margarine based product OR you can surround yourself in natural fibers such as wool, cotton, and bacon.  Sure bacon isn’t the greatest insulator, but eat enough of it and you won’t need a sweater.

Shopping at The Bay is as Canadian as wearing a fur-lined toque while playing hockey, while eating poutine, while getting health care.  The Bay stripes have been adorned on blankets, mitts, toasters, and now Senny and me.

March this year has come in like a MF lion.  It has been killer.  I was in Spring mode.  I was shopping for swimming suits.  I was just about to clear off the patio when this cold snap came and slapped me in the face.  Maybe, similar to the groundhog, I’ll just stay inside for a bit longer.

But not too much longer….. I have tomatoes to plant!!

I'm a Year Old, Mother Suckers!!

12 Months of wreaking havoc on the world.  Watch out!  There is more where that came from.

Dearest Blog,

I know that I haven’t written to you in a while but I’ve been busy.  I’ve met a man.  Even with my limited relationship experience, I believe that he is THE one.  He is soo dreamy.  His name is Ken and I met him on a trip to IKEA. 

I know that my father doesn’t fully approve of this relationship.  He is worried that Ken might break my heart.  He has also shown some concern about our physical relationship.  I can’t keep my hands off of him!  Whenever I see him I just want to give him hugs, kisses, and pats on the head.

Our love is everlasting, it burns like the living room lamp that I’m not allow to touch.  I find myself wobbly on my feet and I have a tendency to drool when around him.  Of course, I’m a little wobbly and drooly when he’s not around... but that is beside the point.

I envision our life together.  Walking down the beach, hand in hand.  I will frolic in the waves while Ken waves to me from the shore (he tends to retain A LOT of water when swimming... so he tends to avoid it).  Our evenings will be spent dining at the best restaurants.  Ken is the perfect date.  He doesn't eat much and he is a great listener.

Dad says that Ken is just a doll.  I say "What's in a name?  That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."  Our forbidden love is eternal. 

My Future 2.0

I know that I have been only alive for under a year but I think it is time that I really start to think about what I would like to do with my life.  Dad and I have been spit-balling a couple ideas based on what we feel are my strong suits.  First Dad wanted me to be a hair dresser but I think that was only because he hates paying people to cut his hair.  He suggested that we call the business ”Veronica`s House of Hair”.  I wasn’t too big on this idea.  Then he suggested that I become a chef but again I think this is just because he likes to eat.  He suggested that the business be called ”Ronnie`s House of Meat”.  I’m sensing a pattern here with Dad’s business names.  I then suggested to Dad that I could do both and open a business called ”Ronnie`s Top Cuts”.  He said that some people might find buying meat and getting their hair cut in the same place a little gross.  How was I supposed to know?

Back to my strong suits.  Since all I do (when I'm not eating or sleeping) is move around the house, we can obviously assume that I`m going to be very athletic.  With so many sports to choose from, it is a little tough.  I`ve narrowed it down to either tennis or swimming because I`m built like Anna Kournikova and I look great in a bathing suit.  Dad had suggested golf but Mom said something about me not being ”butchy” enough.

In conclusion, watch out tennis or swimming world!  As soon as I get better at walking and/or learn to swim, you have a new competitor.  You have been warned.

PS:  Please note that it was Dad that dressed me up in this hockey jersey.  Another desperate attempt to get me in to sports.....

More Piano?

Really?  More piano?  Did Led Zepplin ever ask for more piano?  I don't think so.

Rock on.

A Womb with a View

Have you ever been so cozy that it is absolutely impossible to stay awake?  I have found such an area.  Second only to being back in the womb, my new stroller sack is the equivalent to being hugged by angels holding fresh sheets from the dryer.

This little hot pocket is the greatest thing to be invented since … well…hot pockets.  The one that we got is actually called a “footmuff” but I refuse to acknowledge this horrible and misleading name.  For anyone that lives in a colder climate, I beg of you to get on this train to comfy-town.  Even though Vanier is the most “North” that I’ve ever been, I imagine myself as an Eskimo princess in a dog sled.  I’d yell “mush” at Mom if I wanted her to pick up the pace.

After a quick internet search (Yes, I do use computers.  Not in the traditional way of clicking a mouse and typing.  My technique involves more finger pointing and hand smashing on the keyboard.  It’s not pretty but is works.), I looked for a “stroller sack” equivalent for Dad.  I thought it would keep him warm at work.  (On a side note, I have no idea what Dad does for work.  I assume from his rugged good looks that he is either a quiet but “sympathizes-what-you-are-going-through-with-a-subtle-nod-of-his-head” type ranch hand or a modest underwear model for a company that makes flannel lined boxers.)  Either way, I found the “nap sack” (see photo).  Not as glamorous as I was hoping for but it looks like you would be cozy while preparing breakfast in your 70’s wood paneled kitchen.

This is my first real winter that I have experienced.  Dad has told me stories of 10 foot tall snow banks and -40 degree weather but so far this winter hasn’t been too bad.  I haven’t had to shovel once!  As long as I have my stroller sack, bring on the imposing Canadian winter!!

New Years Resolution

I’m not going to lie.  It has been a really busy year for me… excluding those first 2 months of 2011 when I was in the womb.  Those were the days.

I’ve learned a lot of things in the past 10 months, as well as picked up some bad habits.  I can now walk (with assistance), feed myself, and say the word “Dad” (I have no idea what it means or how to use it in a sentence but I can say it randomly throughout the day as a verb, noun, or as an adjective).  Unfortunately I have also acquired an insatiable draw to stairs, electrical plugs, the dog’s face, and gin and tonics.  Actually, the last one is more Mom’s vice, but I figured I’d throw it on the list anyways.  I realize that I’m just a baby and the standards are a little different, but in addition to these vices I have also picked up an awfully bad habit.  Just between us…I hate to admit it but I literally poop my pants a couple times a DAY.  Luckily Mom and Dad have become accustomed to this little “problem” and have wrapped me up in easily replaceable cotton shorts.  The cotton shorts help “absorb” my problem but really make my ass look huge.  Too much badonk in this baby donk.

So, with all of this said, I have some big aspirations for 2012.

1)  Learn how to walk by myself (a simple “step” but should lead to all sorts of fun).

2)  Be up in the gym just working on my fitness.

3)  Whip my hair back and forth (once my hair actually grows in…).

4)  Try to understand Dubstep (it seems to baffle Mom).

5)  Teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.

And,

6)  Learn more creative ways to enrage, exacerbate, and frustrate my parents while still being able to flash a quick smile, giggle, or blink of my beautiful blue eyes to turn them to mush.

Cheers to a great upcoming year!