Monday, 30 April 2012

Another whirlwind of a weekend!

Saturday, we celebrated Threepeat's fifth birthday with his friends at the local trampoline club.  The party was from 3:00 to 5:00.  The first hour was spent on the six trampolines with two AWESOME coaches and then the second hour was spent in the party room.

The kids had a BLAST and were all exhausted after the party (you're welcome moms!) ;)

I had spent the morning doing a little housework and then running errands for the party.  By the time we got back home and I had put everything away, it was well after 6:30 and I was EXHAUSTED.

Sunday morning was spent doing a couple of loads of laundry and vacuuming.  At 10:30, Middleman, Threepeat and I had dentist appointments.  Middlemand and I got a "NO CAVITIES" and Threepeat has two small cavities.  Bless his heart, he has REALLY soft teeth!

After the dentist, we headed to the grocery store where I bought an AWESOME prime rib and all the fixings.  We headed back home for some more laundry and dinner prep.

Grandma came over at 4:00 and we had dinner early at 5:00.  After clean-up and some leftover birthday cake, we were all exahusted.  Bedtime came before we knew it and there was another weekend gone.

I wish weekends were five days long and work weeks were only two days.  Sigh... Pin It

Thursday, 26 April 2012

Rosetta Translation

Marrying into an Italian family was no easy task. Most of Hubster’s extended family spoke broken English. His parents had a difficult time putting English sentences together as well. As you can imagine, our conversations were short and very light. It would have been nice to have a translation service to help me on those days when I really wanted to communicate with them! Sadly, translation services for a family situation really aren’t practical!

My personal situation is not limited to families. Many businesses could do well with hiring a translation agency to help with documentation, etc. There are many translation companies out there, but I found one that really seems to stand out from other translation agencies...

Translation Services is a website that is clear and easy to navigate. I saw that they have quite a knack for legal translation, financial translation, technical and medical translation. While moving around the website, I also saw that they translate brail! This translation company uses very sophisticated technology, allowing them to, among many other things, created a designated terminology database with the first translation so that it can be used and built upon throughout the project. Pretty cool.

I was quite impressed with this translation agency. Rosetta Translation had lots of testimonials that tells me that this company is reputable. Check them out for yourself!

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Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Political Correctness

When I finished high school in 1987, I think both me and my parents were just excited that I got my high school diploma, so the thought of going to college or university was the FURTHEST from our minds.

Within days of graduating, I had a full-time job.  My Mom was a legal secretary and so, she pulled a few strings and got me into the office of an amazing real estate/corporate lawyer.  He was SO awesome....he taught me SO much.  I started that job, working 40 hours a week for $250.00.  That's $6.25 per hour....BIG bucks to an almost 18 year old.  I started out as a receptionist and within a coiple of years, had worked hard and made my way up the ladder to the title of  "Legal Secretary".  It was SUCH a prestigious title and I was so darned proud to tell everyone what I did for a living.  :)

I worked for several other law firms over the next 9 years, some good, some dreadfully bad, but all the while, I was a "Legal Secretary".  Sometime in the early 90's, a new title came into the legal world..."Law Clerk".  It was a cool and important-sounding title and many of us "Legal Secretaries" coveted that new and cool title.   But, alas, only those who had obtained their "Law Clerk Certificate" were allowed to use that title.  Legal Secretaries were no longer cool....Law Clerks pushed us aside.  And God forbid a lowly secretary ever call themselves a Law Clerk.  Man oh man...that was a definite no-no.

I considered going after that Law Clerk Certificate in the mid-90's, but Hubster and I were also planning to start a family, so I settled with my lowly secretary status. 

Back then, there was that special day every year, where we knew our bosses (well, the GOOD ones anyway) would buy us flowers and/or take us to lunch to celebrate and thank us for all we did.  That special day was called, "Secretary's Day".  We loved that day.  We reveled in our amazingness.  We felt special and appreciated...even for that one day of the year.

Then the Law Clerks came along with their feminist attitudes.  They were WAY above the lowly secretaries, and therefore, demanded that Secretary's Day be renamed, so that they wouldn't be mixed in with the know, the secretaries.  You can find some history here.  

That bugs me.  WHO CARES what the name of the day is?  Why is being a secretary so embarrassing?  So much has changed in our world in the name of equality and stuff like this really irks me. 

To be honest...(putting on my flame-proof vest now)...I hate the womens' movement.  I hate feminism.  How has that HELPED women?  Back in the day, women stayed home, raised the children and kept the house.  They didn't have to work.  The MEN took care of the family financially.  Thanks to feminism, I am now expected to work full-time, cook, clean, chauffeur the kids around, do homework, laundry, balance the books, etc., etc., etc.  How has that HELPED me?  I want to go back to raising the kids and keeping the house clean please!  Ugh.

So to all the secretaries, administrative assistants, law clerks,  helpers, WHATVER you call yourselves,


Monday, 23 April 2012


Authored by Rickey Combs

I was doing some research today during my break on-line using the internet connection that we recently got from I came across something that I was really excited about. I love to read about the designer lines that are coming to more affordable stores. I was first in line at Target when the Missoni for Target line came out. I was also first in line at H & M when Versace for H & M came out. I ended up getting some really great stuff. Today, I came across a designer line for kids that the GAP came out with. One of my all time favorite designers, Diane VonFurstenberg, came out with a line for kids! The clothes were so incredibly cute! I ordered some things for my niece and some of my friends who just had kids. They were great patterns that looked just like DVF. I wish that she would come out with an adult line for the GAP that would be totally awesome! I love her clothes, but unfortunately can’t afford to dress myself in them head to toe. Pin It

Sunday, 22 April 2012


On April 23rd????  That's what they are calling for.  UGH!

All the trees are in full bloom, the daffodils and tulips are singing to the sunshine and the grass is getting nice and green.  The little birdies are nesting and laying eggs and Dawn is getting used to the spring weather.

And now the forecast is calling for FIFTEEN CENTIMETRES of snow tomorrow?

Umm, no.

That is not acceptable.

I'm boycotting the storm.  I refuse to look out the window tomorrow.  If I don't see it, it doesn't exist.

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Wednesday, 18 April 2012

My baby is five

That, to me, makes him no longer a baby.  Here's a slideshow of my baby from birth to now:

Isn't he a doll?

Here's his birth story if you are interested, written when he was about three days old:
Here's a kinda long, kinda short synopsis:

Tuesday 2:00 - Dr. Martino damn near KILLS me with a stretch and sweep! By 5:00, I was having contractions 3-5 mins apart. Nothing strong, but there. At 7:30, we go to the hospital. They put me in a bed in triage and say it will be a couple of hours before anyone sees me...they are SWAMPED. We hang out status quo until about 10:30, when I went in the jacuzzi. Didn't do much and I didn't relax like I did with Middleman, so I get out at 11:00. They check me at about 11:30 and tell me I am 3 cms...LESS than what I was at the doctor!!! They finally, at some point, transferred me to L&D and the contractions were stronger, but still not unbearable. 3:45 am, they check me, I am at 5 cm. They break my water. 5:30, they check me and I am 5-6. going nowhere, but the contractions are pretty intense now. This next part STILL kills me...I took the epidural. Yes, Doula Dawn, the one so afraid of needles, TOOK the devil's potion. Can I tell you that I would do it again in a HEARTBEAT! Holy CRAP epidurals ROCK! 7:30, they check me again and I am 7 cms. Crap. They start me on oxytocin. At some point, I guess around 9:30 am, I am a 9. 10:20, I feel the pressure in my bum that they told me to let them know about. Three contractions with three pushes on each one and Threepeat is born. PRAISE THE LORD!

He was 8 lbs, 8 ozs, 21.25 inches long and his apgars were 9 and 9. He has SUCH black hair and lots of it! I think his eyes may just stay blue!!

He hasn't taken very well to breastfeeding and it turns out that he has jaundice...borderline on whether to put him under the lights. The dr told us to go home and tube feed with breastfeeding every three hours. So, it takes an hour for him to get the 1.5 ounces he needs every three hours, so I am EXHAUSTED. Once my milk comes in, things should be easier though.

I am physically EXHAUSTED, mentally EXHAUSTED and emotionally OVERWHELMED. But in my heart and in the depths of my soul, I am the happiest woman on the earth. Julian has completed our family just as I knew he would. He is our gift from God...our light at the end of the dark tunnel that has been our lives for the past 5 years.

The boys ADORE him but Boy Oneder got very upset last night when Threepeat had a crying bothers Boy Oneder to see him upset.
That little 8 lb, 8 oz baby is now a 52 lb 5 year old and I couldn't be prouder of him.  He is smart, mature, imaginative and loving.  He is a BUNDLE of energy and never gives us peace.  He knows his A, B, Cs and can count to 30 or more.  He loves Rosie, our dog, Milo, my Mom's dog, PS3 and his "red thing"  <--- a long red show horn that he is attached to like most kids are attached to blankies.  He loves kindergarten and loves daycare too.  His best friend is Daniel and his favourite movie is Spiderman 3. 

Threepeat is the icing that finished our family cake.  He is simply wonderful...and he's mine.  <3

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Monday, 16 April 2012

Birthday Party Planning

I hate it.  I really do.

I mean, I love that my kids get to celebrate their birthdays, but I truly despise the planning part. 

Nearly every year, SOMETHING goes wrong.  One year, I forgot to hand out the loot bags, so had to go and deliver them all over town the next day.  Another year, I ordered cake that turned out horrendous.  I had almost a full slab left.  Yet another year, I ordered way too little pizza and many guests couldn't eat...follow that up with the two party-sized pizzas that I OVER-ordered...ugh.  I just hate it.

This year, Threepeat is having his 5th birthday party at the local trampoline club.  I had both of the older boys' parties there years ago and it was a lot of fun. 

My biggest issue is what to do about the dreaded loot bags.  My youngest guest is 4 and the oldest is 15:

One set of twin 4 year old boys
Three 5 year old boys
One 6 year old girl
Two 8 year old girs
Two 9 year old girls
Two 10 year old girls
Two 12 year old boys
One 14 year old girl
One 15 year old boy

I'm thinking that I will get loot bags for the kids up to ten and then maybe a $5.00 gift card to McDonald's or something for the older ones.  Sigh...

Also, the pizza and food....I wish there was some magical way to work out how much of what to get.  And cake....ugh...don't get me started.

Let's just say that I will be glad when it's all over.
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Thursday, 12 April 2012

Walking the talk

I've made great strides in the last couple of weeks in getting healthier.  That may or may not have had something to do with the fact that my annual physical was on Tuesday.  But, no matter the reasons, I am getting healthier.

I quit smoking on New Year's Day.  Smoking has been a real struggle for me all my life.  But this time, I have licked it for good!  For the first time in my life, I can say that I am genuinely grossed out by the smell...I have NEVER felt that way before, even in the six years that I quit to have Boy Oneder and Middleman!  Today is day 102 and I feel GREAT!  My lungs are getting better every day and I really do notice a difference.

Once I was feeling the energy that came with quitting smoking, I decided to start an exercise routine.  There was no way I could exercise in any way that required breathing while I smoked...walking up the stairs was a struggle!  But now, I feel great and I am enjoying the exercise.  I have exercised in some way, shape or form every day since April 2nd.  Some days, it's walking Rosie for ten minutes; some days it's an hour of yoga with Hubster and some days, it's walking for 2-3 kilometers...heck, some days it's all of the above.

I am logging my foods and exercise on Lose It's Ipad app and it's really making me accountable.  I can honestly say that although I have set a goal of losing 20 lbs on my app, this whole lifestyle change is not so much about losing weight as it is about being healthy.  I think that's why it seems so easy.  There's no pressure.  And if, by being healthier, I lose weight along the way, well, YIPPEE!! 

So, here's to a healthier me! Pin It

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

The BEST day of the year....


Today was annual physical day for me.  Ugh.  I hate this day like no other. 

Fasting for 12-14 hours, waiting forever in a stinky waiting room with all kinds of sick peeps, being violated by the doctor and then waiting in another stinky waiting room for the vampire nurse to take 15 viles (OK maybe it was only 3) of my precious blood. 

Now that it's over, my arm hurts from the needle and I have a headache because I didn't eat for 17 hours.  Yes, by the time I got food into my belly, I had gone SEVENTEEN hours without food.  Yes, I am a princess and my belly likes food.

My doctor was 40 minutes late for my appointment.  He was having issues with his new computer software, so I waited for the first ten minutes as he tried to navigate through my file on the computer.  Ugh.  We had a little chit-chat about my health and how I am being such a good girl with my new health kick and then it was time for him to step out while I undressed.  Ugh.  The room is ALWAYS freezing cold and he ALWAYS leaves me in there for ten minutes, shivering while I wait.

He came back in, checked my lungs (in great form thank you very much!) and then checked my blood pressure, which is a perfect 120/80.  He then had me lie down while he did a breast exam.  Clearly, men do not have breasts as sensitive as women because I think he felt my RIBS with the pressure he put on the girls!!  Anyhoo, next, it was time for the dreaded internal.  Lawdy Lawdy I HATE THAT.  I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that men have it made in the shade.  Man have their prostates checked every three years.  Women have to be checked internally every year.  How the heck is THAT fair?  Ugh.

Anyway, he did what he had to do and then I sat up and waited for another five full minutes while he tried to save and close my file.  If I wasn't half naked, I would have taken over the mouse myself just to get finished!  Did I mention the room was FREEZING???  Ugh.

Finally, he was done and we said our good-byes.  I got dressed and headed over to the lab for my bloodwork. 

Now, understand that I had my first two children without any drugs whatsoever.  Not because I am a martyr or I think I am superwoman or anything like that, but simply because I HATE NEEDLES.  I am TERRIFIED of needles.  So, to say that going to the lab to have blood drawn is my least favourite pastime would be a HUGE understatement. 

When I walked in, I was instructed to take a number and have a seat.  I picked up the next number...#20.  I sat down beside a very stinky old man and waited.  Two minutes later, they called a number...#3.  For the love of Pete...ugh.  I patiently waited, trying to breathe through my mouth so I didn't smell Mr. Stinkypants' B.O.  Next, in walks a woman and her son, "Rui".  He was about 2.  He had a very good set of lungs and a very bad temper.  He had three tantrums.  The nurse called number 8.  Ugh.  Not even halfway there.  Rui's Mom decided it would be a good idea to let him have her Iphone.  "Rui, do you want to watch Elmo?" she asks.  He grunts what I assume meant, "Yes" because Mamma gave him the phone and I hear the beginnings of  "I'm Elmo and I know It".  Have you heard this little ditty?  No? down here and I will wait for you...

(cue Jeopardy music here)

Love it?

Yeah, not me.

Little Rui played it over and over and over and get my drift.  It was a good twenty minutes before the nurse finally called #20.  Praise the Lord.  The video is three minutes long.  That means I listened at LEAST seven more times.  And then he started to rewind the same part....over and over and over again.  I wanted to rip my ears off!

I hated it before today, but now, I think I will chuck whatever electronic device I may hear playing this song out the window and perhaps the person playing said song will go with said electronic device.


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Monday, 9 April 2012

18 years

18 years ago today, I married my best friend.  I know...cheesy.  But he WAS my best friend.

Today, he's still my best friend.

Things are SO different than they were when we met almost 24 years ago.  So many people are gone forever; so many people have been born; so many people have come into our lives, many of them still here; so many people have left our lives.

We have lived in three of our own homes.  We have had three children.  We have had several different jobs.  We have loved; we have laughed; we have cried; we have suffered; we have celebrated; we have been blessed; we have been cursed; we have had AMAZING times; we have had HORRENDOUS times. 

No matter how good or how bad things have been, the most important thing is that we got through them all together, sometimes, by the hair of our chinny, chin-chins.  And we are still together.  We are the minority these days.  Marriage is tough.  REALLY tough.  It means putting yourself second sometimes ALOT.  It means compromise.  It means that you stick it out through good times and bad, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.  That is extremely difficult sometimes. 

I am proud to say that I have been married for 18 years.  And I am proud to call Hubster my husband.  I hope that I will be here in 2030 saying that we are celebrating 36 years of marriage.  And again in 2048, celebrating 54 years of marriage!!!

Happy Anniversary Babe.  I love you with all my heart. Pin It

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Easy like a Sunday morning...

Last night, Hubster and I went to Casinorama for Middleman's soccer team fundraiser. I sold a total of 15 tickets...8 of my most awesome neighbours, one neigbour's parents, our besties, Kath & Bru and a dear friend, Liza. We had a blast on the bus, complete with raffles and jello shots....ooooh I love jello shots. June and Rob took very good care of us...thanks guys! We had a great (and surprisingly cheap) dinner at "Cedar" and then headed into the casino for some gambling. No one won anything worth talking about, some of us broke even and some of us lost a little, but we had fun doing it! I'm sure with the amount we lost that we will have a few comp'd tickets for upcoming concerts! HA! We got home at about 12:30 and I swear I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I slept right through the night, until 8:04 am when my little Rosie barked to go out. Threepeat to wake me this morning, but Rosie took up right where he left off! It ended up being a good thing though because I needed to put the turkey in the oven. MIL asked me if we could do our Easter dinner today (Palm Sunday) because she plans to go to her daughter's house for Easter Sunday. Perfect! TWO Easter turkeys for Dawn! HA! I have a ton of laundry and housework to do, so it's a real blessing that the boys (read as Threepeat) stayed overnight at my Mom's. I can clean without "help" from a little man who makes more of a mess than anything else! LOL After the cleaning, I am looking forward to chilling out and relaxing. Love lazy(ish) Sundays. Pin It
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