Thanks for putting up with me for 20+ years!





Thanks for putting up with me for 20+ years!





When Shea and I got married on the beach in Mexico in 2003, this song was in heavy rotation on one of the music channels in our hotel room.
(In fact, I briefly thought she might call off the wedding to pursue Robbie Williams. Or if she didn’t, I might as he’s just that damn hot!)
I had the advantage of knowing how hot Robbie Williams was from my semester in England in 1995. I was introduced by the young women in my dorm who were swooning for Take That which was like a British Backstreet Boys. Robbie Williams ended up leaving the group and then surpassing Gary Barlow as the group member who everyone thought would become the inevitable Ricky Martin/Justin Timberlake/Harry Styles figure who breaks free of his boy band beginnings to go on to individual super stardom.
Anyhow, enjoy this song (but not you, Shea! We’re going to Mexico for our 20th anniversary and I don’t want to end up divorced if one of us happens to bump into Mr. Williams in the Cancun airport!) 🙂
“Feel” – Robbie Williams
Projection at its finest?

Pace has been working at some Pats’ games to earn money for a school trip.
We signed him up for the Saturday game not thinking that it would be Frost Festival at REAL but luckily I popped into the Exhibition Grounds on Friday night on the way to supper with some friends and realised that I wouldn’t be able to get to where I normally drop him off right by the Agridome because of the festival.
(I popped by thinking I might get a single ticket to the Connor Bedard show but when I saw the roads were blocked closer to the stadium, didn’t want to walk in to the ticket office just to be told it was completely sold out as been the case for most games since Bedard came back from the World Juniors. Too bad I missed it – another five points for Bedard.)
Anyhow, when I dropped Pace off for the start of his shift, I was able to go right to the barricade but told him I’d have no idea where I’d be when his shift was over since people would be leaving the Pats game and Frost would still be going on so it might be chaotic.
I arrived back early and went right to where the road was blocked to traffic, turned down a parking lane and managed to find a single spot that was pretty amazing – *right* at the edge of the “Fireworks Fallout Zone” which is a huge area of the parking lot where they were setting off the fireworks.
I had no idea how to describe this area to Pace so decided to walk to the stadium and meet him there. As I said, I was early so went to the Frost gates, prepared to try to wrangle my way in without a wristband using “I’m only killing ten minutes to wait for my son” as an excuse but the security guard happily told me it was free admission after 9pm!
So I wandered though everything at Confederation Park and it was better than last year – seemed to have more “elements” for lack of a better term. (Also helped that when we went last year for Elvis Stoyko, it was -30 or something ridiculous and last night was like -2.)
After exploring for a bit, went to wait where I normally pick-up Pace at a side door of the Agridome and since people were steaming out, I popped in to warm up (even though it was only -2, I hadn’t really dressed for cold weather thinking I’d just wait in the car for him.)
Looked like the Pats had an after game skate going, likely connected to Frost, so watched that for a bit then Pace showed up. He was pretty tired so we just did a quick walk through Confed Park then back to the car since the fireworks would be starting within five minutes and we had a front row seat – literally!


Just after my older daughter was born, I felt unable to forgive myself for not being able to manage my life as I had before,” she wrote. “But, with time, I eased up on myself; then, after I gave birth to my second daughter, I let go of my need for perfection altogether. I am busier than ever after having my third child, so I have grown to accept that I cannot tidy every day – and that is okay!
AKA “Welcome to parenthood, lady!”
It sounds like an Onion headline but it’s true – the decluttering expert who famously said to get rid of everything that doesn’t bring you joy has given up on cleaning after having her third child. (I wonder if she has a dog?)

A few days ago, I posted how it was our 20th anniversary (at least of our legal wedding, not of the ceremony we had on the beach in Mexico a month later which is the anniversary we “count”.)
Here’s a picture from our legal wedding (and coincidentally, my cousin who stood up with me happens to have gone to the same resort we’re going to in a week and a half last November so we talked to him the other day for his review. Of course, he went with his third wife (not pictured!) and I’m going with the same one I’ve been going with for twenty years and counting!) 😉


I love looking at random library websites – especially ones I could conceivably visit in person!

I’ve told the story on this blog a few times before how Shea and I technically got married three times (with the related joke that most men can’t keep track of one anniversary and I have to remember three. Or, flipping that, I have three chances to remember it!)
To recap…
Our Three Weddings
* Feb 6, 2003 – legal wedding in our living room in Calgary with two witnesses and the cheapest JP I could find in the entire Calgary Yellow Pages (and yes, I called them all.)
* Mar 5, 2003 – married on the beach in the Mexican Mayan Riviera in front of just over a dozen guests. (This is the one we generally “count” as our real anniversary.)
* Aug 3, 2003 – we planned to have a “mock wedding” in front of guests at a reception in our small town but some guests were late, our bar man was already drunk, we didn’t have time to do a rehearsal plus the karaoke machine was warming up so we skipped it.
Anyhow, even though the March date is the one we “count”, today is a pretty significant as it’s our 20th wedding anniversary (legal version.)
And even though only one family member remembers it (and that’s because I think she gets notifications from MyHeritage), I figured this is a good song (a rare Music Monday re-post) to commemorate a pretty meaningful day:
“If We Were Vampires” – Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit (the song is even more powerful when you know he wrote it for his wife who happens to be the fiddle player in his band)
If not a deity, what else do I have incredible reverence for?
And more specifically than that, being at the place below two weeks from today!