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Carly n’ Carl

30th November 2007

When I started at the newspaper years ago, I met one of my favourite bosses ever, Dave.

Dave is tall and handsome and funny and sincere and caring and encouraging and smart. He listened. We bought each other coffees and he bugged me each time I went outside for a cigarette. He was the proudest when I quit. I work-adored him.

One of the things that showed Dave’s true character was his devotion to Big Brothers. He was an in-school mentor to a boy whose name escapes me, but that Dave treasured. No matter how busy we were or what the weather was like, Dave made his appointment with his little guy. They’ve been partnered for years, and their friendship has blossomed outside of school.

After I heard about the mentor program, I was dying to be involved. (In-school doesn’t mean you tutor, but meet in the school environment for a fun hour to chat, play games, go for walks, do crafts etc., which sounds so fun.) But my work location, commute, time, pregnancy and subsequent maternity leave prevented me from being able to commit to a school/location. So I never got into it, as much I wanted to.

Until now!

The stars have aligned in the perfect scenario for mentoring: I work minutes from the school, have a flexible schedule, and am finally settled. So a few weeks ago, when Big Brothers/Big Sisters ran an ad in our local paper, I emailed right away.

And this week, I got the news that they’ve matched me with a boy named Carl. He’s 11, in grade 6 at my old senior public school. He loves art.

We meet next Wednesday. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. Last night I read through all the mentor paperwork on suggested activities, what to talk about, how to manage the relationship.

I’m thrilled.

Obviously I can’t divulge too much about Carl — and definitely want to talk to him about what I write here to make sure he’s comfortable — but I do want to document our (hopeful!) friendship in its parallel to Lucy.

Wish us luck.

(ps — today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, and I’m looking forward to a nice break this weekend. It actually wasn’t hard to post an additional two days a week, but it will be nice to have the flexibility to skip a day…)

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Cross-border car seat shopping not a good deal

29th November 2007

Are any of you taking advantage of the exchange rate and doing some cross-border shopping?

Transport Canada is reminding parents that it is unsafe to buy car/booster seats in the U.S. for use in Canada. (Not?) surprisingly, American car seats do not meet Canadian federal safety regulations (eg: U.S. laws allow for lower weight limits), making them illegal here.

Apparently, American seats are showing up in car seat safety check clinics across Canada.

Obviously this is one bargain to pass up. (Thanks to Lisa for the link.)

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Tea n’ chat

28th November 2007

DMNO.jpgAfter a busy few weeks of scrapbooking and erotic excitement (!), tonight is a laid-back Durham Mom’s Night Out.

We’re meeting at good ol’ East Side Marios in north Whitby for some cheese capaletti, funnel cake and chit-chat. I love it when the waitress asks if we’re going to share our gargantuan desserts, and we scoff at her.

C’mon out and join us!

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Killer primates want to dominate the world!

28th November 2007

curious_george.jpgCurious George started it.truck.jpg

The little monkey is trying to maim children with his lead-laden face and construction hat. His poisonous nature has spread to toy monkeys everywhere, creating an army of killer primates on a quest for world domination.

They’ve enlisted the help of testosterone-emitting rapid response vehicles and troop carriers to transport mass groups of monkeys. Rabid, super-pecking ducks — who lull their prey into a false sense of security with their beady eyes — can be seen for miles, marching behind the trucksfrog.jpg ducks.jpgwith a quack-quack-quack.

The chubby, tripped-out frog beckoning you with his enchanting smile? He’s the bad-ass distraction on the northern front.

Beware!


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His dream career

27th November 2007

Last night. Eric and I are sprawled on the couch watching Project Runway Canada. The frame flips to a flamboyant man covering half-nekkid swimsuit models in shimmering body cream. I’m silently watching my husband out of the corner of my eye, waiting for an Eric-ism…

E: *dramatic sigh* All the best jobs are wasted on gay guys.

C: *feigning surprise* Which one?

E: The lotion rubbing guy. That’s my job!

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