My niece arrived ahead of schedule last night at the Women's Hospital here in Winnipeg.
No name yet (they were caught a little off guard) but she was 5 lbs, 4 ounces and 19 inches long. She's in the NICU right now but things are looking up.
I saw her briefly last night and she was very alert. No crying and she appeared very contemplative, like she was doing long division in her head. She had a bit of a snooty look on her face that my brother says comes from me. That kid's gonna do alright....
I'll update you next week.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I choo-choo- choose me!
Hola!
Last week, my new job sent me to Regina for training. Seriously. Since my portfolio includes logistics, the rep I was travelling with saw fit that I should ride on a train, load producer cars with grain and tour an inland terminal. In our first conversation, he told me to wear clothes I wouldn't mind getting dirty (which made Whiskey's first question "you have clothes you wouldn't mind getting dirty?" Thanks for the vote of confidence.), steel toe boots (I said I thought I could find a pair of flats), and work gloves (I brought my gardening gloves. They were pink). Then I had to plan my look, which was particularly key since I'd be wearing ugly clothes - au naturel, no mascara, maybe a clear gloss (which Lesley was adamantly against - "no, she'll get wheat chaff and grain dust caught in it!" Thanks for the concern, babe.) and pig tails to add an element of cute.
The train ride was so much fun. Did you know the average engineer will kill two people in his career? Mine had struck nine pedestrians in his 28 years! My job was to clang, clang, clang the bell and sound the whistle at every crossing. I was VERY good at it. Picture it - me in my pigtails, blowing the whistle on a train - totally cute. Then I moved a producer car, which I'll have you know weighs 28 tonnes EMPTY - by MYSELF, while three men stood by. OK, I had the help of this train car moving apparatus called a pinchbar, but still. You know what didn't help? When the three grown men stood by with the car brake still on snickering at the head office girl in gardening gloves grunt and groan trying to handle this heavy and awkward new piece of equipment. I mean, I'd like to give them an emery board or tweezers and see how well they do, the bastards.
And then I met the presidents of the producer rail way and inland terminal. The end.
I stayed over the weekend in the Queen City and I say this with only a bit of shame, went to the Pump two nights in a row. Seriously, I think I've only been to the Pump twice in the eight years I lived there. But it was a great time, likely because I decided to test my theory that you can't get drunk on white wine. Turns out I was very, very wrong.
Spot the stars for the evening included Tim McGraw, Jeremy Piven and Doogie Howser (MD). Lesson learned - Regina is a way more fun place to visit than live!
Enough said.
PS - if you eat red meat and are in Regina, try the bison ribeye at Fireside. Best steak ever.
Last week, my new job sent me to Regina for training. Seriously. Since my portfolio includes logistics, the rep I was travelling with saw fit that I should ride on a train, load producer cars with grain and tour an inland terminal. In our first conversation, he told me to wear clothes I wouldn't mind getting dirty (which made Whiskey's first question "you have clothes you wouldn't mind getting dirty?" Thanks for the vote of confidence.), steel toe boots (I said I thought I could find a pair of flats), and work gloves (I brought my gardening gloves. They were pink). Then I had to plan my look, which was particularly key since I'd be wearing ugly clothes - au naturel, no mascara, maybe a clear gloss (which Lesley was adamantly against - "no, she'll get wheat chaff and grain dust caught in it!" Thanks for the concern, babe.) and pig tails to add an element of cute.
The train ride was so much fun. Did you know the average engineer will kill two people in his career? Mine had struck nine pedestrians in his 28 years! My job was to clang, clang, clang the bell and sound the whistle at every crossing. I was VERY good at it. Picture it - me in my pigtails, blowing the whistle on a train - totally cute. Then I moved a producer car, which I'll have you know weighs 28 tonnes EMPTY - by MYSELF, while three men stood by. OK, I had the help of this train car moving apparatus called a pinchbar, but still. You know what didn't help? When the three grown men stood by with the car brake still on snickering at the head office girl in gardening gloves grunt and groan trying to handle this heavy and awkward new piece of equipment. I mean, I'd like to give them an emery board or tweezers and see how well they do, the bastards.
And then I met the presidents of the producer rail way and inland terminal. The end.
I stayed over the weekend in the Queen City and I say this with only a bit of shame, went to the Pump two nights in a row. Seriously, I think I've only been to the Pump twice in the eight years I lived there. But it was a great time, likely because I decided to test my theory that you can't get drunk on white wine. Turns out I was very, very wrong.
Spot the stars for the evening included Tim McGraw, Jeremy Piven and Doogie Howser (MD). Lesson learned - Regina is a way more fun place to visit than live!
Enough said.
PS - if you eat red meat and are in Regina, try the bison ribeye at Fireside. Best steak ever.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Welcome!
primaDonna - noun: A person who considers himself or herself much more important than others, has high expectations of others and becomes angry when their standards or demands are not met.
Yep, sounds a lot like me.
Ladies, ladies, ladies! Just because life and love has geographically segmented us, doesn't mean you should miss out on my funny. Sure, you say, but why do I have to share my life and its cruel little jokes with the rest of the world? I'm gunning for my dare to be great situation and a book deal, which are one and the same, really. And so should you. Go forth and blog, my dears!
Ok, so I've spent most of the evening trying to figure out how to create a blog. Memo to world - I'm not exactly a tech genius, or an early adopter, for that matter. Now, it's time to go to bed with Dr. Jon Gerrard. Easy, MB libs, I'm not skanking your leader, just reading his book.
And tomorrow, I'm going to tell you all about the adventures of last weekend when my new job sent me to Regina for some training and I got....eww, dirt...under my nails. Hilarity ensues.
à demain.
Yep, sounds a lot like me.
Ladies, ladies, ladies! Just because life and love has geographically segmented us, doesn't mean you should miss out on my funny. Sure, you say, but why do I have to share my life and its cruel little jokes with the rest of the world? I'm gunning for my dare to be great situation and a book deal, which are one and the same, really. And so should you. Go forth and blog, my dears!
Ok, so I've spent most of the evening trying to figure out how to create a blog. Memo to world - I'm not exactly a tech genius, or an early adopter, for that matter. Now, it's time to go to bed with Dr. Jon Gerrard. Easy, MB libs, I'm not skanking your leader, just reading his book.
And tomorrow, I'm going to tell you all about the adventures of last weekend when my new job sent me to Regina for some training and I got....eww, dirt...under my nails. Hilarity ensues.
à demain.
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