EdD 2011 Cohort Rocks!

What a fun weekend at Tigh-Na-Mara Resort in Parksville. Our cohort was invited to the Educational Institute to meet and mingle with cohorts from previous years. Well-meet we did!
Above are pictures from our fun and partying. The first one is the pre-party. We gathered to plot and plan and get ready to show the 2009 cohort that we were not only the "new kids on the block", but also the most fun.

A light hearted rumour was spread that the 2011 cohort was "slow" and perhaps not as bright as the 2009 cohort. This good natured but incessant teasing got our cohort to thinking of ways to get them back. We decided that buying some t-shirts and having a saying applied to them would be a fitting way to crash the Saturday night banquet (we would have a captive audience).

So-behind close doors our cohort secretly doned our newly stenciled t-shirts with the following words: Stuqid is as Stupid Does-2011 Eddy

When the cohorts and teachers were all nicely seated waiting for dinner to begin, we marched in giving an eloquent speech thanking the 2009 cohort for all their kind comments and making us feel very welcome. We then ripped our coats open to reveal our t-shirts and yelled "process this!"
The pictures testify to the laughter and fun we had with our statement. With this- we firming postioned our group as the "fun" and certainly not "slow" cohort. I think it was at this moment that our initiation into the Doctor of Education was complete.

We danced the night away with our teachers and all the attending cohorts. I cannot remember having that much fun and I will remember it for years to come.
To my 2011 Eddy cohort...I feel so fortunate and blessed to be with you. I know you will be my friends for life and I look forward to many more years of conspiring against the other cohorts and wearing our t-shirts to all the Educational Institutes as a reminder that we RULE!

Renovations and New Grandbabies

As I prepare for the birth of my second grand child, I have come to realize that my downstairs is old and in desperate need of some renovations.
My daughter Melody and her husband Scott, have decided to have their baby in Kelowna rather than Fort McMurray. When they come here for Christmas- Melody will stay until the birth of her son in February. Scott will come back at that time and stay until their baby boy is able to travel.

This decision set off a flurry of excited activity with my desire to make a beautiful and comfortable "home away from home" for them. I surveyed the downstairs and decided the old carpets just had to go. I also wanted to buy new beds and a crib so they could settle in (perhaps some ulterior motive on my part to encourage them back often)LOL.

As you can see my the pictures above-I have put new flooring in the rec room. The room still needs coffee tables (ordered and should be here shortly) and some flowers and decoration pieces. The large TV can't be seen in the pictures. I love the floors.

I decided that new carpets would be best for the 2 bedrooms downstairs for warmth. Because I don't have time to paint- I have decided to work with the wall color my daughter painted when she lived at home, and buy new bedding to match. Note the new faux leather queen bed and side table. Also, I will have an espresso colored crib in the room soon. The carpet is very soft to walk on and will keep my daughter, son- in- law and grandson warm.
I am doing a similar theme in the 2nd room (minus the crib) so I can have guests (you are all welcome to visit).

I am a very proud and excited Nana. I already have a grand daughter named Emily- and I love her very much and now have a crib and nice room that she can bring her mommy and daddy to for a visit. Being a Nana is the best role in the world. I look forward to having all my grandchildren visit often in Kelowna.

Getting Fit for Life

I have decided to take on a new health life plan...AKA...diet. Above is my before picture taken this year.
As a child, teenager and young woman, I was always thin. In fact my nick name (thanks mom) was "bones" during my growing up years. Even after having all my children I was thin. I could eat what I wanted and I never exercised.

I swear that when I turned 30 my body decided to add salt to my already open wound and throw on some extra weight. 10 extra pounds to be exact! I dealt with this thinking that I could easily take it off whenever I wanted so I didn't give it much thought...big mistake...huge...because I didn't take it off and when my 40s rolled around the weight kept creeping on. Suddenly I was faced with 25 extra pounds. Hmmmmm-doesn't look that great when a person is used to being thin!!
Many diets ensued - sometimes with good success for a while...other times disastrous with me gaining even more. I decided that my "metabolism" was in slug mode or that I surely had a thyroid problem...funny thing is my doctors disagreed...what do they know!(LOL)

When my 50s unceremoniously rolled around this summer, I found myself even heavier. Do you know that whenever I am walking down the street and see myself in a store window- I am completely shocked at the person staring at me? I wonder who that is until I realize it is me and my heart sinks. I am equally shocked when I try on clothes in a store and they don't fit or are tight...I automatically check the size in case I brought the wrong one into the change room. Good grief...can we say denial??

So-why am I telling you this? I have decided that I want to be a healthy and fit woman for the rest of my life. I picture above is my before picture so you can all see me at my highest weight (and no...I won't say what that is!!). I figure that if I share this with you, I will be more inclined to stick to my program so that I won't be humiliated in front of you all. Therefore, I will keep you all in the loop and post pictures periodically to chronical my journey to health and fitness. So...stay tuned!!

Find a Happy Place...Find a Happy Place

Well-the busy semester has officially set in complete with busy classes, clinical practice in hospital, team meetings, committee meetings, research, and not to be forgotten...my doctoral homework!

I had it all worked out this summer. I had a plan. I prepped. I completed and posted my class power points. I updated all my teaching notes, I organized all the class rooms for my teachers. I ensured everything was in order. So my question is why am I experiencing the stress of keeping my head above float? I am sure I am not alone and that most teachers and university instructors feel the same. You can plan...but then life happens and you have to adjust, change plans, and be flexible. Well-let me tell you-that is easier said than done.

Each week in class-I have issues with the electronics...come on UBC ...update the equipment all ready!! Students faint in clinical practice looking at the first dressing change...I think if they knew how much paper work was involved-they would eat breakfast before coming to clinical! LOL. I plan the perfect community schedule for my students...but they want to change it "because it doesn't sound interesting". Hmmmm how to please 125 community students is beyond me!

Then to add to this chaos is my doctoral work which is well under way for the semester. We have several assignments due this semester and the first one was due this week. As well, I have to drive to Vancouver for the weekend to attend classes. Though I am complaining...and believe I am...I love this new knowledge so I guess I will have to find a way to fit everything in.

Okay-now that I have vented...and thanks so much for listening...I am determined to look on the bright side and "find my happy place".
Life is amazing. Along with the chaos, it is filled with many blessings such as my daughters who never fail to phone regularly "just to chat". It is filled with friendships that will carry me into my old age. It is filled with accomplishments such as publishing my book. It is knowing that I am loved. In spite of the chaos, I wake up happy and joyfully sip on a fresh cup of coffee and plan my day. I always leave for work with a smile on my face.
Remember the movie "It's a Wonderful Life". Well-that is each of our lives. We are needed, loved and making a difference in the world!

Here is a quote from the Dalai Lama:
"When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace."

We are Having a Boy!

Our family has had a wonderful week. My daughter Melody is 5 months pregnant and came to Kelowna to have an ultra sound done to determine the gender of the baby. We have been holding our breath wondering whether we would be buying frilly dresses or jeans. On Monday the 19th Melody, myself, her sister Simone, and her mother in law Tina drove to "Sneak a Peak" ultra sound centre where we found out that Melody and Scott are having a son. We were jumping up and down crying and laughing with excitement in the room. You will see in the picture above that Melody is laying on the bed telling her husband the news and Tina and I are giving the "thumbs up". Simone graciously took the picture. It is amazing and certainly a true miracle to see this little boy so perfect and sucking his thumb, kicking his mommy, covering his eyes with his hands (as if to say-"quit looking at me"). Tina bought Melody a stuffed bear from the centre. They record the baby's heart beat and put it in the bear. When we squeeze the bear's tummy-voila-there is his precious 135 beats per minute heart rate. I am so happy and blessed that I will have a grandson soon.

After leaving the centre, we went on a shopping spree buying blue everything! Tina and I laugh about how we whipped out our ultra sound picture for the sales clerks saying "do you want to see our grandson?" LOL. Of course our little grandson weighs only 11 ounces and is small and fairly skinny yet-but to us he is a big beautiful boy!!
We decided to have a "reveal" party for family. As you will see in the pictures above, I bought blue cupcakes, and Tina put together an assortment of blue things such as blue corn chips, blueberries, blue cheese, blue napkins, and my personal favourite...cocktail wieners!! We had a wonderful evening and celebrated our blessings and ohhhhed and ahhhhed over all the baby clothes Melody will take home to Fort McMurray. So- here is to the miracle of life, precious babies and grandbabies, and God bless little boys!!

The Day in the Life of an Educator

Summer vacation is over (not that I saw much sun) and the busy university semester has begun. My summer vacation was spent at UBC Vancouver taking courses for my doctor of education degree. You see - although I am a nursing instructor, I want to learn more and become the best educator I can be because I love teaching. Within the nursing program, I teach the pediatric theory and seminar content. This picture is my class of 35 eager nursing students and was taken yesterday. They are working on a case study.

Thinking back to yesterday I have to laugh and remember that being flexible is part of being a good educator. I dutifully went into class early to set up my DVD to the overhead projector, and ensure my power points were open and ready to go. It turns out the projector was broken. Never a happy moment when I have an hour long video to show. Ahhhhhhh. Oh and just to let you know...I teach a 6 hour class (yup-I deserve a medal!). So-back to the broken overhead - I called IT and asked for immediate assistance. They were busy but said they would come when they could. Okay-panic set in as the DVD I was showing was a full hour and discussed the normal stages of pediatric growth and development.
After this video and a case study, I discuss abnormal growth and development and pediatric death and dying. I find it hard to talk about "abnormal" processes when I haven't taught the "normal" processes first. The eager faces of the students caused me to reach into the recesses of my brain and think up something else to do while waiting for the IT people to fix my projector. Those who know me -know that I can talk the hind leg off a horse so I managed to fill in time!

Two men showed up and starting climbing on tables to reach the projector, banging, talking, and playing with my laptop to "test" the video and sound-all while I was teaching. LOL It was so distracting- but also mildly funny. After an hour they had it fixed and I managed to show the video and get through my content on time. All part the the day in the life of an educator!!

In spite of things that go wrong and the occasional stressful moments, I love teaching, and enjoy sharing my knowledge, experience and stories to help students learn about this specialty. I am thankful everyday for my amazing job and being able to teach topics I am passionate about. So-here is to another year of teaching in the nursing program! And here is to all the educators out there-have a blessed and joyful year!!

Happy Birthday Danielle

Today is your 26th birthday my darling daughter Danielle. You have grown in to a beautiful young woman, and I am proud of you and who you have become.

I remember the summer before you were born. You were due August 26 but decided since there was free food and a soft place to sleep that you would come out later. Funny that you still have this same mentality today!! LOL

When I was in labour (yup - 36 hours) it felt like it would never end. I remember saying to your Dad-"I am going to die-you will have to care for the other girls on your own". He told me later that he was trying not to laugh because I was so serious and so cranky!! After you were born I cried for hours thinking I had the most beautiful and perfect baby ever born on this Earth. Many of the nurses and doctors cried too because I was so happy. I kept saying "look how perfect she is".

You were such a happy baby and you were a happy go lucky toddler. You learned everything so quickly and your sisters loved you very much. One day after Sunday School you announced that you learned how to spell God. We eagerly encouraged you to spell it and you loudly and proudly said "D O G". We laughed our hearts out and asked you to spell it out for everyone we knew. My goodness we were mean!!

When you started school you wanted to learn everything there was to learn in one day. At the parent teacher interview your teacher told me that you rummaged through her garbage daily looking for blank work sheets that you could bring home to work on!! You were so desperate to learn that you would read the encycopedia and copy all the words on the page (grade one). You would sit beside me on the couch and read a magazine. One day you said (and looking as nonchalant and grown up as you could) "mom look I am reading a mesageen". (translated-magazine). I laughed until I almost peed myself. To this day we tease you about reading mesageens.

You loved your two younger sisters and carried them around like they were your dolls. You taught them to read, tie their shoes, learn the alphabet and many other wonderful things. To this day they are very close to you.

Teaching you to drive almost turned me grey. Danielle you were the WORST driver ever. I feared for my life on many occasions during the driving lessons. Do you remember mixing up the gas and brake peddle while learning to park and hitting the chain link fence? Do you remember mixing up the gas and brake peddle while backing out of our driveway and when you realized it you hit the gas with all your weight while we were going backwards down the road at top speed? Yup-that one nearly did me in. When you finally stepped on the brake-I told you to pull back in the driveway and I went in the house and cried I was so scared. You have gotten better over the 10 years you have driven!

I am proud of you for accomplishing your goal of obtaining a BA and then an MA. You work hard and are well respected in your place of employment. You are a wonderful and dependable friend and employee. You are the best sister ever and an amazing daughter. How did I get so blessed? I wish you all the joy, happiness and blessings possible for your life. Thank you for being you!

Home Sweet Home

This is my home. It is a comfortable 4 bedroom house that has protected and raised my daughters. There are plenty of teenage stories and secrets hidden within these walls, as well as wonderful memories of Christmases, Easters, Thanksgivings, and graduations. It is at this home that we loved and cared for our 2 precious golden retrievers and it is here that both grew older and said good-bye to us. And now that my girls have grown up and care for their own homes, I have pondered the idea of selling and down sizing to a town house or condo. However, every time I think about it I just can't seem to make the decision. The girls still come home frequently so I want to ensure I have a room for each of them and their partners. They always come home for Christmas and love to come in the summer to enjoy the Okanagan. Also, I have the most wonderful neighbours who care about me and help me with things such as shovelling my gigantic driveway and watching my home when I am away. We have had lots of laughs over the years and I consider my neighbours family. They ask about my girls often and run outside to say hello when they come home for a visit. It doesn't get more neighbourly than that!!

The next picture is of Mission Hill and is located right across the highway from me...a 2 minute drive. Most of my girls have worked there and made great money. They were given a case of wine every month...yup...to which I thoroughly enjoyed. Those were the days!! I told the girls it almost paid their keep! LOL. If you haven't been to the Okanagan you should come and certainly go to Mission Hill. It is beautiful and they do great tours and wine tasting and have the most amazing dinners and entertainment there. I took my niece to the "Summer" play in which they served wine, cheese and crackers while watching an outdoor play.

The last picture is of the Okanagan lake and is taken from my belcony. It is actually closer than the picture shows. The view is amazing as our homes are all built on a hill so we don't have impeded views from our neighbours. Everyday I am thankful for my blessings, my home, my daughters, friends, and neighbours. No- I don't think I am ready to move yet...not yet.

Run for Rescues

Today I want to write about my precious daughter Jamie who has the biggest heart for animals of anyone I know. She is vegan for ethical and moral reasons, and she takes on causes such as the H.A.R.T. (humane animal rescue team) This is a non-profit organization committed to rescue stray, abandoned and unwanted dogs from rural areas surrounding Edmonton, Alberta and place them in permanent homes. They also provide programs that promote responsible pet ownership, and prevent cruelty to animals. On their webiste is a touching story called
"You Loved Me Once"
As a puppy, you loved me and welcomed me into your home. You bought me toys and you laughed when I did puppy things. We played together and you took me to fun places. Over time, we played together less. Then, you stopped spending time with me and left me in the yard. I wish you could have taken me to get my fur groomed. I wish you could have cut my nails so I could walk without pain. I'm sorry that I started to lose my hearing-I really wanted to hear you call my name.

One day a new person came to get me. She was smiling and gentle and took me for a car ride. I didn't know what to think. She took me to her house and introduced me to some other dogs. They were running and wagging their tails. She gave me lots of pets. She cut my nails, shaved off my matted hair and let me sleep on a big comfy bed.

I still don't hear very well, but I know that my foster mom is saying nice things to me. Even though you don't love me anymore, I know that I am loved. I am happy again.

This story represents what H.A.R.T. is about, and it was for this reason that Jamie decided to bring to light this amazing rescue organization. The HART organized a "Run for Rescues" to raise money. She trained daily to prepare for the run and gathered pledges. On August 20th Jamie, Donald and their dog Thor ran for the rescues. I am proud of her hard work and the money she raised. Above are the pictures of the run. They also had some fun prizes such as dog and owner look alike. You will see that Jamie's partner Donald won the look alike with their English Mastiff Thor!!

Remember the animals in your local area. Donate to your local shelters or humane rescue societies. Volunteer to walk, or supply bags of food, bedding, leashes, toys, or even kennels.

Giving Dogs a Wonderful Life

If you are a dog lover you will appreciate the stories of these 3 dogs. The white dog belongs to my daughter Simone and her partner David. He is a Great Pyrenees. The Great Pyrenees is a very old breed, and has been used for hundreds of years by shepherds, including those of the Basque people, who inhabit parts of the region in and around the Pyrenees Mountains of southern France and northern Spain. One of the first descriptions of the breed dates from 1407. In nature, the Great Pyrenees is confident, gentle, and affectionate. While territorial and protective of their flock or family when necessary, their general demeanor is one of quiet composure, both patient and tolerant. They are strong willed, independent and somewhat reserved, yet attentive, fearless and loyal to their family both human and animal.

Unfortunately, Simone's dog didn't have such a wonderful start in life. He was rescued by the Richmond Animal Protection Society from a family who left him in a cage in their garage and almost starved him to death. He was turned in by a kind neighbour and the family then released him. God bless the neighbour. Simone and David adopted him 3 weeks ago. His name was Meatball and Simone and David changed it to Kermode (great white bear). He is 1 1/2 years old - born in December 2010. He has gone from a dingy garage to living in a penthouse in Gastown, Vancouver. Kermode rides an elevator and has a HUGE patio deck to lounge on everyday. We lovingly refer to him as the "penthouse dog". He goes for long walks and plays at the park with other canine friends. He is gaining weight and wags his tail all day. Kermode loves balls, kongs, and dirty socks. Welcome to the family Kermode!

The next dog belongs to my daughter Jamie and her partner Donald. He is an English Mastiff. The English Mastiff was founded in Britain. A very old breed, it was depicted in Egyptian monuments as early as 3000 BC. The breed fought alongside the British soldiers in 55 BC. Caesar brought a pack of Mastiffs to Rome where the dogs were put on display as an arena gladiator and forced to be in fights with human gladiators, lions, bull baiting, bear baiting and in dog to dog combat. They later became popular with the peasants in England where it was used as a bodyguard, protector of wolves and other dangerous predators and as a companion dog. In the eighteenth century the Mastiff was described: "As a lion is to a cat, so is a mastiff compared to a dog. "It is believed that a Mastiff came to America on the Mayflower. Later more were imported. Like most breeds by the end of World War ll the breed was almost extinct in England. Dogs were imported from the USA and Canada and are once again well established in England. Some of the Mastiff's talents include: watchdog, guarding, police work, military work, search & rescue, and weight pulling.

Jamie's dog is named Thor. He is two years old and was born in November. He was bought in Saskatchewan when he was 8 weeks old. He loves to cuddle, sleep and sleep and sleep and suntan. He loves his daycare and once he gets over his fear of dogs and people he loves them - or as Jamie says "puts you on his list" and loves you forever. He loves to eat bright colored socks!! And is a mommy's boy. He has a wonderful life living in Alberta in the country. We lovingly refer to him as the "country dog".

The last dog belongs to my daughter Melody and her husband Scott. He is part German Shepard and part Husky. The German Shepherd Dog is a breed of large-sized dog that originated in Germany. The German Shepherd is a relatively new breed of dog, with its origin dating to 1899. As part of the Herding Group, the German Shepherd is a working dog developed originally for herding and guarding sheep. Because of its strength, intelligence and abilities in obedience training it is often employed in police and military roles around the world. Due to its loyal and protective nature, the German Shepherd is one of the most registered of breeds.

The Siberian Husky (Russian: Сибирский хаски, Sibirskiy haski, "Siberian husky") is a medium-size, wolf-like, dense-coat working dog breed that originated in eastern Siberia. The breed belongs to the Spitz genetic family. It is recognisable by its thickly furred double coat, sickle tail, erect triangular ears, and distinctive markings. The other part of his breed is Husky which are an active, energetic, and resilient breed whose ancestors came from the extremely cold and harsh environment of the Siberian Arctic. Siberian Huskies were bred by the Chukchi of Northeastern Asia to pull heavy loads long distances through difficult conditions. The dogs were imported into Alaska during the Nome Gold Rush and later spread into the United States and Canada. They were initially sent to Alaska and Canada as sled dogs but rapidly acquired the status of family pets and show dogs.

Unfortunately- Melody's dog Wiser didn't have a happy beginning to his life. He was found as a stray near the reservation at Fort McKay. He was taken to the SPCA in Fort McMurray and is believed to be about 2 years of age. Melody and Scott rescued him May 22 and gave him the birth date of August 4. Wiser (his name when they got him) loves people but is learning to trust dogs. They think he had to fight other dogs for food when he was a stray. He has a wonderful life in Fort McMurray and enjoys a soft bed, huge yard and long walks with his family. He loves his toys and kongs and spending time with his new family. He is gentle and healthy and happy.

These are the lucky dogs. I encourage everyone thinking of getting a dog as a companion to consider rescuing a dog from the SPCA or humane societies. They have so much love to give and deserve a happy life. I am proud of my daughters for their loving hearts and how well they treat their furry kids.

Time to Reflect

This picture is the clock in Gastown and it offers the time to reflect.
It was an amazing summer. I left my conservative life in my conservative little city to take an adventure to the big city of Vancouver for 6 weeks in order to begin my doctoral degree. Now...those who know me understand why this was such a big deal. I like to eat the same breakfast each morning, have the same routine, I have worked at the same hospital for years and will most likely work in the same nursing instructor position until I retire. I take the same route to work each day, and walk the same paths when taking my dogs out. I decorate my house exactly the same way every Christmas (right girls?). So-the thought of leaving all my comfort and routine to go to the city and rent a house, use the transit system, sky train,and find my class at UBC- not to mention beginning a new and very challenging doctoral degree- almost sent me running for Ativan!!

I had sleepless nights as I tried to figure out how to minimize the anxiety and fear. As each day got closer I wanted to change my mind and back out of the program, but somehow the thought of getting my degree was stronger than the fear. I decided that a 50 year old woman shouldn't be so afraid of life. It was time to try new adventures and branch out. So- with determination and lots of prayer, I arranged to rent an apartment (my daughter actually took care of that), register for the courses, pack my belongings and with a big smile left Kelowna for the big city at the end of June.

All went well until I arrived in Chilliwack and got caught behind the big mud slide. The rain was coming down in buckets and a very wet police officer informed that I would have to turn back and go another route via Hope. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Obviously this man does not know me. I only know one route to Vancouver...I had no idea how to take another route. I must have looked like I was about to cry as he kindly had me follow a semi going to Vancouver. Thank you God! I made it to Vancouver 2 hours later than scheduled but proud of myself for finding my way.

Simone and I went over to Victoria on the June long weekend and my family surprised me with a 50th birthday party. All my girls were there and so was my mom. I had a wonderful time -thank you for my special birthday weekend. I brought my big 50th balloon home on the ferry and got lots of "happy birthdays" from strangers!! So I started my adventure in style!

Okay-next adventure...finding my way to the UBC campus, getting my student card, bus pass and finding my classroom. Thank goodness for my daughter Simone. She has the patience of a saint. We found everything together and got my passes so one more wonderful accomplishment!! I then settled into my new apartment and figured out how to open the doors with a fob instead of keys.

Simone invited me to a BBQ at her condo in Gastown and gave me directions to take the bus and sky train and then where to walk to arrive at her place. Yup-any guesses as to who got lost?? I got off the sky train and turned right instead of left (thanks to a ...helpful woman on the sky train) and walked for what seems like an hour and suddenly I was staring at the ocean...hmmmm that was NOT Gastown from what I could remember. The panic set in and I frantically called Simone -saying and I quote "WHERE AM I"? "I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM"!!! I was near tears and poor Simone panicked and asked me to look for landmarks. I said there is an ocean!! So- with lots of patience AGAIN- Simone came and rescued me. Oh-the adventures. But on a positive note-I never got lost again going to her place.

I had the time of my life in Vancouver after I settled in. The people are crazy, funny, sad, scary, friendly and everything in between. The transit system was a learning experience (see my previous blogs), school was amazingly difficult and yet wonderful, and most of all I learned indepedence, joy, and a sense of peace. At 50 years of age I found myself. I actually think I could live in Vancouver!! Amazing eh?

I also spent more time with Simone than I had in a long time. She is funny, sensitive, loving, kind, generous, an amazing cook, knows absolutely EVERYONE in Vancouver and loves her mommy! She took me for the most wonderful massages, pedicures, manicure, lunches, walks and shopping. I will never forget my summer with my precious girl!

I went to Victoria several times to visit Danielle, Bridget, Brandon and my little lovey Emily. I loved every minute of visiting, walking and cuddling my grandbaby. Thank you girls for being who you are!!

After finishing my 2nd course, I packed up and drove back to Kelowna. I had a certain amount of sadness, but also joy knowing I was going back to great friends, a job I love, and my home. Yes-my home! Nothing is greater than returning home after being away.

Thank you God for one of the best adventures of my life!

Class Presentations

As our 2nd class comes to a close, one of our assignments was to present an ethical dilemma from our work place in the form of a presentation. It was so interesting to hear all the different dilemmas as well as watch the various presentation styles. The pictures above are a sample of the presentations. Jeannie is the one in the Alex Trebek costume and involving the class in a game of Jeopardy. And although it was a lot of fun- it also made us think about the correct ethical concepts to match the questions. Well done Jeannie...and I would have won if I hadn't shot my mouth of so quickly giving the wrong answer!! LOL but well done to Susan for winning.

The other picture is Cathy G who also gave us an excellent presentation. My goodness we are a smart bunch!! What made them so successful was the input and support we had from each other along the way as well as the question and answer session. During this session we shared with our small group about our work place ethical dilemma and they offered suggestions, which ethical concept would be most appropriate and also what direction to take to complete our presentation and paper. I remember thinking - what can I offer anyone - I can't even remember half the concepts, but I was wrong. It is amazing how much knowledge is solidifying itself in our brain. We were all able to blurb out of our mouths tons of intelligent information (LOL). So-there is hope for all of us!!

The last assignment for this course is the 5000 word paper that incorporates the information from the presentation into a more detailed analysis and solution. Okay cohort...stop procrasting by reading this blog and get writing!!

Mom's The Word-Remixed

I was in Victoria August 5-7 and went to see an amazing play called Mom's the Word-Remixed. I have to blog about it because it was seriously one of the funniest plays I have seen in a long time. The picture above is the stage of the play (we couldn't take photos during). This play is about 5 women who talk about motherhood and discuss the good, the bad, and the ugly of raising children from pregnancy through to the raging hormones of menopause. They say everything we said in our heads but too afraid to voice.

One hilarious scene involved a mother with her toddler at the local pool. They were changing after the swimming lessons and little "Johnny" was told to sit and drink his juice bix while mom got dressed. There was a makeshift change room and as predicted (we have all had this happen), little Johnny bolts out of the change room while mom is yelling for him to come back. Oh course he does not and the next scene is mom running buck naked out of the change room to get him. She actually ran out buck naked!! The audience screamed and laughed as she ran across the stage. Thought I was going to pee my pants laughing!!

Another funny scene was talking about teenagers and how at 13 years of age they think mother is "stupid". At 14 they think their mother is a stupid bit@%, and by 15 they think their mother is a stupid fu$@*ng bit&@. Absolutely hilarious!

No matter where you are on the parenting spectrum - or have a mother- the play is filled with laughter and relief as we are all in it together! I highly recommend seeing it if you can. My girls, Bridget and Danielle, loved it too and related to the discussions of childhood and teenagers. We had a great discussion after.

The Importance of Being a Good Teacher

One more week of school and then I am finished the 2 courses for the summer. The first course of my Ed program was called "Doctoral Seminar". In this class we learned what education means and what is educational practice. Sounds simple right? Oh noooooo...not in a doctoral program! It was fascinating to see how different ethical and moral perspectives of education drive how we teach and how it affects students.

We conducted educational profiles with a partner. We were to ask our colleague about their school experiences. This was very enlightening to find out that the common theme from each group was that school was a bad experience with unkind teachers who were thoughtless in remarks or actions. I can attest to this as I had a terrible school experience. I was strapped for being left handed and writing messy, I was strapped for asking a question (which was very respectful), I was strapped for falling asleep in class (I was in grade 1). Others had similar experiences. I commented that this is the reason I like to teach. I don't ever want students to be treated as unkind as I was. I go out of my way to be compassionate and caring. Many others in our group said the same thing. This class opened my eyes to the importance of teaching and how it can affect people the rest of their lives. We can all remember our favourite teacher can't we? And we can all remember the mean and uncaring teacher as well. Teachers have a lot of power!!

Our second course is called "Ethics and Leadership". I went into this class groaning a bit thinking it might be a bit boring. Well-I was wrong. It is engaging and I have once again learned so much. We are learning about the various ways to look at ethical dilemmas using frameworks such as the ethic of justice, ethic of caring, ethic of critique etc. We take each of these ethics and unpact them looking at articles and case studies. We have daily group discussions to fully understand what each ethic means to our teaching practice. Very fascinating. We have a big project to complete. It is looking at an ethical or moral issue at our place of work and then using our new found ethical definitions-we review, critique and ultimately look for a solution to the dilemma. These are to be true issues within our work place. By learning how to critique and solve issues using these tools we can continue to work through issues throughout our career. How great is that?

We had a group question and answer session today. We discussed our ethical dilemma with our group members and they offered suggestions and helped determine which ethical framework would be best for us to use. So, with my pages and pages of notes from my group members I will start my assignment. Just so you all know...the assignment is 5000 words (yup) and has to be done within a week. Ahhhhhhh

Hope you enjoyed a day in the life of a doctoral student. It is very interesting, hard, stimulating, tiring, and a wonderful experience.

Celebration of Lights-Vancouver 2011

This is the 2011 Battle of the Champions -- includes the past 3 competition winners putting on their best show to win the championship title. The pictures above are from the first competitor China with "China Storm" on July 30. I can't believe how beautiful the show was. My cohort friend Cathy- invited me to watch from her condo- we had a clear view and I was thrilled by the excellent view. I am sure that the next show from Spain's "Odyssey" and then Canada's "Then and Now" will be equally as spectacular!!

I found a poem about fireworks that I would like to share. Happy Celebration of Lights everyone!!

“Fireworks” by Amy Lowell

You hate me and I hate you,
And we are so polite, we two!
But whenever I see you, I burst apart
And scatter the sky with my blazing heart.
In spits and sparkles in stars and balls,
Buds into roses— and flares, and falls.

Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks,
Silver spirals and asterisks,
Shoot and tremble in a mist
Peppered with mauve and amethyst.

I shine in the window and light up the trees,
And all because I hate you, if you please.

And when you meet me, you rend asunder
And go up in a flaming wonder
Of saffron cubes, and crimson moons,
And wheels all amaranths and maroons.

Golden lozenges and spades,
Arrows of malachites and jades,
Patens of copper, azure sheaves.
As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves.
Such fireworks as we make, we two!
Because you hate me and I hate you.

I'm 50 Today

Today was the big day. A milestone that I had been dreading. 50 just sounds so old doesn't it? The picture above was sent to me via email today from my daughter Danielle. I treasure it. I have had time to reflect these last few weeks and realized that I have accomplished many of my life goals and have so much to be thankful for.

First-without sounding like a chiche-I truly do have the best daughters. Each are special in their own way and I smile when I think about their funny antics, their passions in life, their integrity and maturity, and how they are morally concerned about the world they live in. They love me and call me daily to share all the joys, fears, hurts and milestones in their lives. I treasure this and wait for my phone to ring or my email to "chirp" to tell me one of them has left a message. Today I received a call from each with words of love. It really doesn't get better than that!

Second-I am proud of my goal of publishing a book. That in itself was a learning process and every step of the way I struggled and became discouraged and wondered if it was worth all the effort and time in light of my busy job, but I kept at it and this week I was blessed to see it published. It was a personal triumph. I believe we are all born on this Earth to make a positive difference and this book is one of my contributions. It is a book about hope and support and comfort to families suffering the pain of a daughter with an eating disorder. My daughter survived and I told God that if He helped my daughter recover I would help other families and daughters to survive. I am keeping my end of the bargain...with great joy.

Third-I have the most amazing career. I really do. Those who know me hear me say that all the time. I love teaching and I love students and enjoy going to the hospital to cuddle and care for babies and model to students how to be in a compassionate relationship with children and families. Also, I am really excited to get tenured this year. I have worked hard for it and feel ready to take this honour being offered to me. My colleagues are respectful and I enjoy going to work hear about their lives, trips, grandchildren, new research, and published articles etc. I have never dreaded going to work and look forward to many more years teaching. Isn't it wonderful to love your job?

Fourth-I am fulfilling a life long dream of getting a doctoral degree. I chose the doctor of education program as it has everything I am looking for to assist in achieving my goal of being a better educator. The work is challenging but really interesting. I wasn't sure how I would feel being in a small cohort, but I love it. I think we will be friends for many years after we finish this degree. When this degree is complete, I will be Dr. Cathy Robinson and that has a nice ring to it.

And finally-where would I be without my friends. You know who you are and I treasure each of you. You are my safe place to share and cry and laugh. You are there through thick and thin. You share my accomplishments with honest joy and happiness, and share my pain with tears and hugs. I would not be who I am with your support and love. God bless each of you. I have really missed our "girls nights" out on the town since being away and can't wait to catch up when I get back. Thank you for your friendship.

So, upon reflection- 50 is a wonderful milestone to celebrate my family, my amazing friends, my accomplishments and my future goals. Here is to turning 50-I love you!!

A Melody of Hope

The top picture is the cover of my new book. The other picture is of my precious Melody and her husband Scott. They were married on September 25, 2010.
Today my book was published. It is a wonderful milestone in my life and a great 50th birthday gift. I am proud to have worked on something so personal and yet an issue that is so public. Below is the intro to my book. The book is being offered at Chapters, Barnes and Noble and Amazon. All the proceeds are going to the Westwind Eating Disorder and Recover Center in Manitoba. I welcome your comments.

A Melody of Hope: Surviving Your Daughter’s Eating Disorder
By Cathy Robinson

Introduction
Our journey began in 2005, when I first discovered Melody’s eating disorder. Life spiraled downhill for our whole family over the ensuing year, and I wondered how we would survive it. I was a single mom with four daughters. After my husband passed away, I had to work extra hours to bring in enough money to pay the bills. I felt guilty, as I was too busy working to spend much time with my girls. Melody seemed more affected by my absence than the others, but I missed her cues. I found out much later that she was suffering with an anxiety disorder, and she worried constantly that I might die.

As Melody approached her high school graduation, she became moody and withdrawn. I noticed some weight loss but thought she was just a little anxious about graduation. It wasn’t until she had lost a significant amount of weight that I started paying attention. I kept telling myself that she would be okay and that this was just temporary. Instead, she continued to lose weight; and one fateful day in April 2005, I heard her purging and knew I had to deal with it. I did not want to tell anyone, as I felt guilty and thought that somehow I had caused this and was a terrible mother. I tried to help Melody by controlling what she ate and did every day. After all, I was a pediatric nurse and convinced myself that I could handle it without telling anyone. This was a costly mistake, as my daughter continued to deteriorate until she nearly died.

I remember attending a support group for families of children with eating disorders with the hope of receiving encouragement. Unfortunately, the room was filled with parents struggling to deal with the pain, family chaos, and helplessness they felt. Although it was beneficial to be with others who understood my pain and fear, I so badly wanted to hear from families with a daughter who had recovered so that I could draw from their encouraging words and support. I decided I was more disheartened after attending the meetings and therefore stopped going. I felt more alone, hopeless, guilty, and terrified than I had ever felt in my life. Finally, in desperation, I reached out for help from doctors, counselors, friends, and a treatment facility for Melody; and with hard work, she slowly but surely recovered, and our family healed.

After Melody recovered, I decided to write about my journey as the mother of a daughter with an eating disorder and what I learned. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. While writing about our experience, I would cry so hard that I had to stop and walk away. Remembering brought the pain and anguish of Melody’s suffering back to the present, and I couldn’t bear it. I persevered, and when my story was finished, I had an amazing sense of peace and closure. I had healed. I also realized my story had a positive ending with my daughter fully recovered and our family healed. I thought how reading a story like that would have given me the hope and encouragement I needed to support my daughter through her struggle.

This knowledge birthed the idea of offering a collection of true inspirational stories written by mothers to provide the much-needed encouragement, hope, and support to other mothers beginning their painful family journey. After putting out the call for submissions, I was blessed beyond measure reading the stories that came in. I understood the pain of reliving the experience of having a child with an eating disorder. I know there is a tendency to want to bury the past and never talk about it again because even though we survived, the pain, fear, and guilt live on in our minds when we don’t achieve emotional healing and closure. The fear that the eating disorder could rear its ugly head again lurks in the recesses of our mind, so we dare not speak of it. But I also know speaking about our experience and sharing our pain can bring the ultimate healing and closure we need.

That is what these brave mothers did; they began talking and writing and healing. I am humbled by their honesty and courage; and I pray that this book will be a blessing to you and that you will find encouragement, hope, and support in knowing that your daughter can recover and live the life God
destined her to live.

Family Fun and the Buskers

It was wonderful to complete the first course of my doctoral degree. I had been so nervous and worried that perhaps I was in over my head. But to my relief, it was a great experience and I learned a lot in a short period of time. I know now that I can do it and look forward to the next course with the marathon of readings and assignments. Doing a 3 month course in 3 weeks has its challenges, but the reward of receiving 3 credits in 3 weeks is worth it!! I think my cohort would agree.

I decided to celebrate the end of the course by going over to Victoria. The sun was shining and it was hot and wonderful. Here are a couple of pictures-one with my daughter Danielle, and the other with my grandbaby Emily.

We went to the Buskers Festival. It is an amazing event. This is a free international festival that encourages the community to come to the downtown area and watch street performers. The income for their performance is to "tip their hats". The one I will talk about is "Bendy Em". She is a comic contortionist from Australia. She contorts herself to fit into a tiny 16 inch clear box. To add to the tight squeeze she puts a basketball in the box with her. Above is the picture of her getting into the box and the last picture is her completely in the box. The performers at the festival were very skilled and funny. We wandered around all day-got fairly burned-oops didn't sunscreen-and ate great food.

So, I came back to Vancouver tired and happy. Today I am spending the day with my other daughter Simone. We are going for a long walk in the sunshine, then manicures and pedicures, and a BBQ with friends tonight. Oh I love weekend relaxation!!

Monday is the start of a new course. It is on Ethics and Leadership and should be interesting. I have decided that I love learning. Never thought I would admit that. School was always about the "means to the end", but this degree is so interesting and the professors so suportive that I am learning the joy of "learning". The work is hard but rewarding. My cohort is supportive and friendly and funny. I am at a good place in my life. I have the most amazing family, great friends, perfect job and now an extended group of friends (my cohort). Wow-could life be any better? I hope you all had some family time and relaxation as well. It is so important to our physical, spiritual and emotional health.

Animal House-Cohort 11 Style

Our cohort and professors had a wonderful BBQ party on July 20. It was our version of Animal House- minus the togas, pot and affairs with the professors (oh goodness!). It was a wonderful way to relax and get to know each other. I have to say that I have never laughed so much. Everyone had funny stories to tell and the wine flowed freely. Oh and the food was fantastic!! Wish I had taken a doggy bag home!

Reflecting on this evening, I think this was the moment when I realized I could do this program. The support is amazing and our cohort seems to have clicked from day one. I know they would help me and support me through anything and the feeling is mutual. We are a diverse family!

Here are a few pictures from our evening. I wish I could have posted them all, but this is a good sampling. What a good looking bunch! And look at Kjell and Craig loading the dishwasher (I am so impressed). I of course was sitting like a princess and taking over telling stories- I will blame it on the wine!! LOL

It was so nice to meet our new profs and all the wives. They are amazing and funny. I truly feel blessed to be part of this group and on this amazing journey. We decided (with help from the wine) that our profs should have a party for us with each new course. Hmmmm-wonder how they feel about that?

Feel free to comment and share your stories of the night. Here is to Cohort 11- Colin, Craig, Marion, Monica, Jeannie, Lara, Cathy G, Susan, Sharon, Virginia, Balsam, Gina, and me (Cathy R)

Don't Worry Be Happy

Life is busy. We all go at the speed of light to get everything we need accomplished. This certainly has been true for me the past few months leading up to starting my doctor of education program. I had to complete all my duties at work, prep as much as I could for the fall semester, finish my book and get it published, weed the yards, mow the lawns, clean the house, find a house in Vancouver, get the car ready-just to name a few.

After arriving at the end of June, I mentally prepared myself that the education program would be fast paced, but I was slightly unprepared to eat, sleep, and breathe the readings and assignments. I am sure my cohort can attest to the busy pace. This past weekend my daughter encouraged me to get away from the books and have some fun being a tourist in Vancouver. I resisted as I had an assignment due Sunday night, but with loving persistance Simone talked me into it. So, on Saturday morning, with the rain coming down in buckets, we put hats on, layered appropriately, and walked for hours, shopped at a wonderful outdoor market, took the seabus to English Bay and visited the bronze "Smiling Men". Nothing can make you relax and laugh like these statues. I did as all silly tourists do and took pictures of myself mimicking the statues. Here are a few of the pictures.

I am posting these to remind us all to smile, to laugh and not take life too seriously. We can spend our time filled with stress, anxiety and shut away in our homes studying or we can throw open the shutters, see the light (or rain-LOL) and be happy. That is what Simone and I did. We laughed and talked and walked. I came home tired and ready to finish the assignment that was due on Sunday. I completed it and made wonderful memories with my daughter. Let's graduate with fond memories and an example to our students and families that balance is key to living a fulfilling life.

Anyone have a story to share about finding joy in their busy life, or any stories from our cohort on how you are enjoying life while being a student?

Umbrella Etiquette

I want to talk about one of the most practical inventions-the umbrella. First I have to say that I did not own an umbrella until coming to Vancouver. In the Okanagan, it is mostly hot and dry-and the few times it has rained, we wait 15 minutes and the sun would be back out. During times when I could not wait out the few minutes I would simply put a newspaper over my head and run. This has worked well for me for many years.

So, I arrived in Vancouver with no umbrella and certainly no umbrella etiquette. The first day I went to the campus it rained. I decided that if I was to be a true Vancouverite, I needed to buy an umbrella as the newspaper method probably would not suffice. I stood in the store looking at a huge bin of umbrellas...what to choose? There is the long umbrella with the curved handle. Very sophisticated and the pointy end could be used as a weapon (if need be). Then there is the short compact umbrella. Practical and could be stored in a purse or bag. Oh the decisions. What would the Vancouverites buy...I did want to fit it after all!! I looked at the prices of each and the decision was easy. Short and compact it is.

Okay...my kids will laugh at this as they know me. I walked outside very proud of my new purchase and decided I better use it as it was pouring rain. Oh my goodness. I fiddled and prodded and turned it over and over. I could NOT figure out how to open it. Seriously! I was looking for the magic button that would cause it to shoot open...nothing. No button. I was actually laughing to myself thinking...what is wrong with me?? I looked around hoping no one was watching this amusing event and then determined the umbrella was not going to beat me. In desperation, I pushed the pole (you know the thing that the umbrella is attached to) and suddenly it moved and became quite long. Then I realized I bought the ghetto umbrella, NOT the fancy push button type. Okay... now how to open the actual umbrella? I pushed the button at the top...nothing. I was soaking wet and extremely frustrated and mortified that I could not open a stupid umbrella. Then I thought...oh it is probably a manual button. Yup-had to push it open myself. Finally, I had my umbrella open and covering my already soaked clothing. Hooray!!

I was walking to the bus observing all the people with their umbrellas and was fascinated that there seems to be rules and etiquette for owning these devices. First, you must not poke people in the eye as you go by...hmmmm good to know...sorry about that lady! I guess you are suppposed to raise your umbrella up high as you pass someone thereby avoiding attaching their eyeball to the spoke of your umbrella. Also, you cannot enter the bus with your umbrella open...freaks people out...lesson learned. And finally, you can position your umbrella to keep the rain off you. Let me explain. I was dutifully holding my umbrella above my head...sounds reasonable right? Well, who knew that if the rain is pelting at you from the left, you can turn your umbrella sidways while walking and keep drier than when it is above your head. So fascinating. I learned so much the first day of owning an umbrella. I feel as though I am finally a true Vancouverite...or at least getting there. Anyone have an umbrella story to share??

Me versus the Vancouver Transit System

It has been a few days since I have mentioned the transit system. The picture above is my bus. I take the 99 B-line to and from the UBC campus. When I was about to take the picture the bus driver asked what I was doing. I told her that I was documenting all my experiences in Vancouver in a blog which included taking the bus. She seemed annoyed...LOL

The transit system and I have come to a peace agreement. It gets me where I need to go and I don't hate it! I have also come to the realization that my poor dogs have suffered greatly over the years. Let me explain...

My dogs loved going for car rides. I loaded my 2 massive golden retrievers into the back seat and with my usual sense of urgency would put the pedal to the medal and shoot out of the driveway...consequently plastering my dogs to the back seat (like those gravity rides at the fair). Oh but it gets better. If it was safely possibly...I would speed through the yellow light...if I thought it was too chancy...I hit the brakes (see a pattern with the transit system here from my earlier posts??). The dogs would be propelled forward and on one occasion my poor Mortimer did a forward half pike with a double flip into the front seat. He was sitting in the front seat looking stunned. I felt terrible of course (thought I would put that disclaimer in). My dogs learned to brace with every fibre of their being and became quite proficient at staying put in the back seat (hmmm...sounds like me the first few days on the bus doesn't it?).

With some deep reflection-I feel terrible about the years my dogs went for car rides with me. I realize now how hard it is to hang on and struggle to keep from doing the forward half pike...and sharing the front seat with the driver. However, the glass half full reflection is that the dogs developed very strong legs (and probably sculpted calves if I could see them)- which they demonstrated frequently while out on walks. I was often dragged whenever they spotted a marmot, cat, dog, bird, deer, leaf etc etc. So I think they got their revenge in a passive/aggressive sort of way.

I will end my discussion of the transit system and try not to complain again this summer- unless of course something really noteworthy happens LOL. I welcome comments...

HQP 11 and The Final Defense

Yesterday we were invited to sit in on a dissertation defense. This is a student in a doctoral program who has completed the course work and has completed the dissertation manuscript (like a thesis). The student is required to "defend" the work and research they have written. This process consists of the student presenting a 30 minute discussion such as a ppt summarizing the material, followed by 1 1/2 hours of panel participants (experts in the topic) asking questions of the student. The student is required to defend, answer questions, clarify, and elaborate on their topic and research methods etc.

Though we are early in our program, I think it was a great opportunity to demystify the process and aleviate the anxiety. We had a great discussion in class today about it. David and Kjell (our teachers) helped us to realize that it is the job of our dissertation committee to assist in preparing for the defense. We should be an expert in our topic and be well prepared to answer the questions. In other words, if our committee is strong and have done their job, our defense should be straightforward. I hope I have captured that accurately.

The picture above was taken today at the end of class. Some of the cohort had left and the rest were chatting (we are good at that!) We have rich discussions each day and rarely get through the required daily content. Our cohort which I think we have decided to call "HQP 11" (high quality people cohort 11-private joke among our cohort), seemed to connect immediately the first day. Each day gets better and better. With our diverse backgrounds and varied educational experiencs- our class discussions are fabulous and I am learning tons. On the note of learning, I don't think I have EVER read so much so quickly in my life. I have decided that the only way I can keep up is to skim the articles, discuss them in class, write notes and then re-read them on the weekend. I seem to get more out of the readings that way. Here I am procrastinating (big topic with our HQP group...LOL) by writing this blog. I will then make some tea, have a snack and perhaps have my bath before finishing the readings!! Hee hee

Hope you all had a good day.

Weekend Relaxation

I have been in Vancouver for a week now. And though I am getting used to the noise, busy streets and millions of people, I am struggling with the reality that I am not home. I have left my familiar surroundings such as my home and friends and small city culture to come to a big city, new culture, new home, and begin a demanding doctoral program. At first it was very exciting as I was kept busy trying to find the right bus, classroom, and fit in with the Vancouverites, however, now that the excitement is slowly wearing off, the reality is setting in. I am beginning to feel lonely and isolated without my usual comforts (everything that is familiar), as well as the recent loss of my beloved canine.
I decided to take matters in hand and phoned my daughter to ask if we could spend some time together. We both have been so busy that we haven't had many opportunities to hang out. She eagerly agreed and we decided to relax and have massages, manicures and lunch on Saturday. Just the thought of spending the day with Simone lifted my spirit.

First I slept in on Saturday until 0830-a new record for me. Generally I am awake at 0600 even on weekends. Simone and I met for our massages at 1230. It was heavenly to say the least. Please note the picture above. The massage was $45.00 for an hour and I left barely able to walk I was so relaxed. I have booked one for every Saturday until I go back to Kelowna.

After that we took the sky train to Yaletown for manicures. I got a very light gel overlay so my nails look shiny and will be protected for about 3-4 weeks. Looks fantastic. I will have to look into gel overlays (not the same as gel nails) when I get back home.

We also went for lunch and walked around Yaletown. Such a neat city and really interesting people. I think in time I could like it here...never thought I would say that as I am usually terrified of big cities. My friends back home can testify to this!! After coming back to the apartment-I soaked in epsom salts to relax my muscles and then completed my class assignment and sent it in. Today I am much better. I just needed family time. Perhaps as I get to know my cohort better, we can plan things to do in the evenings to ease the loneliness.
I hope you all had a nice weekend and found a way to relax and let down your hair (if you have hair). Thanks for reading. Feel free to post comments.

Farley AKA Marley

I just finished watching the movie Marley and Me-and feel the need to honour my faithful canine Farley. Farley passed away on May 21, 2011 and I am still grieving his loss.

We got Farley from the SPCA in December 2004 when he was 4 months old. He was a golden retriever cross and had been starved and badly neglected. When we brought him home our other golden retriever, Mortimer, took exception to this new addition and tried to eat him. We spent about 3 weeks playing middle man while Mortimer learned to make peace with him. After that life was fun. If you have watched the movie "Marley and Me", you will have a picture of Farley. He was crazy, hyperactive, and completely destroyed everything in his path including our backyard. I have frequently said that I could win the "world's worst backyard" contest. If I didn't take him out for his 1 hour run up in the hills to wear him out-he would eat the retaining wall in the yard or attempt to dig to China.

The years were also filled with pain for Farley-he was a sick dog. He had severe allergies that caused him to chew and scratch himself so badly that he lived in a cone (or party hat as we called it). We bought special food-including flying Bison in at a horrendous cost, allergy medication, prednisone and anything else the vet offered. Some days and months were good, but many weren't. Each year seemed to get worse.

In May of this year Farley had a severe allergic reaction and was resorted to wearing a muzzle to prevent him from further chewing is tail (he almost ate it off)and a cone to prevent him from scratching his face. I cried everyday as the life seemed to drain out of him. He was depressed and layed around which was unusual for our hyperactive and happy go lucky dog. I knew it was time to let him go but struggled with the decision. I had already lost Mortimer last year and just couldn't imagine life without my Farley. But I knew he wasn't happy and probably would tell me to let him go if he could speak. Animals are so much more practical than humans. So I booked the vet appointment and cried each day leading up to May 21. I took him for long walks and cried. I gave him double his dog food each day and cried. I put booties on him and let him on my livingroom hardwood (previously forbidden).

The night before his death I took this picture while out on a walk. He saw a marmot and wanted to chase it (his favourite hobby). I cried. We watched the Canucks that night on TV lose. I cried. On the morning of May 21-I took him for his last walk. I cried so hard I could hardly see to walk. Farley was wagging his half tail and seemed oblivious. When we arrived at the vet clinic he wagged his tail as we entered. This was his second home and he loved all the techs and the vet. My heart ached as he seemed so happy, but I knew I had to do it this time.

I held him and told him what a good dog he had been and that I loved him very much. I kissed him for each of his sisters. He looked at me and seemed to say "its okay-I am ready to go". His head was soaked with my tears as I said good-bye. I layed on the floor with him and wrapped my arms around him while he left this world. I will always love Farley. Good-bye my faithful canine. To quote the movie "You were a GREAT dog".

First Week Complete

It has been an amazing first week. I have mastered the transit system (well at least in my small area), kept up to the masssive amounts of reading for our EdD class, and met the most wonderful people in my cohort. I wasn't able to post yesterday-although I did manage to upload our cohort picture. We have an assignemt due Sunday evening and I had to concentrate my time on writing the draft-which I completed at 1:30 in the morning and still had the readings to do before class. Yup-the life of a student is crazy! I will spend the weekend polishing my paper and catching up on reading that I had to skim.

We had an interesting discussion in class today about our experience with writing. We each took turns sharing what we have written and published etc. We had an opportunity to state our strengths and weakness and fears. I was amazed at all the experience in our group and the open and honest expressions of anxiety around writing. I thought I was the only one who was nervous -turns out most of us have the same insecurity and fears about writing scholarly papers. So- with this knowledge I feel even closer to my new friends and know that we will support each other through thick and thin! Here's to a long and wonderful relationship!!

I took bus to Yaletown today to meet my daughter for dinner. We had sushi and were able to catch up as I have been too busy to visit with her this week. Tomorrow we are going for massages and manicures. Yippee!!! What a nice way to celebrate a successful week.

I am posting a picture of my girls, grandbaby and my mom. Have a wonderful weekend everyone. I hope it is restful and you enjoy family and good friends.