Tomboy to Girly Girl?

As the younger sibling, you of course follow in the shadows of the older one’s footsteps. Guess it’s safe to say that I was a bit of a tomboy, living in the close proximity with four boy neighbors. I wore baseball caps and cut my hair short. My brother never passed up a good opportunity to trick people into thinking  he had a baby brother. I never did mind it to be honest. Until I went to a co-ed school in sixth grade. (That’s when I got teased for having short hair, and I vowed to myself to never cut it short, ever again).

I even played tricks on the new kids down the road from us. I put on my baseball cap, and dragged a hockey stick behind me and headed into this huge driveway the boys parents owned. They were playing hockey and my brother wanted in, but was a bit too shy to ask the older kids if he could join in. My job was done, when I asked if my Brother could play. I didn’t end up having a game with them because all I liked, was the slap shots and that was never allowed. It was all I could do.

I’m still not that fond of hockey, especially being a Canadian. I was into tee-ball, remember that? lol. Then too, I was on a co–ed mostly male team. My point of the entry is that ever since moving to a city the size of my province back home, I’ve never fully took advantage of what it has to offer. NHL games, Baseball games, or even soccer games! The had I always wore was an ugly navy blue NY baseball cap. Seeing how NY isn’t that far from me at all, when I get my car I think I’ll have to look into getting a pair of New York Yankees tickets, when they play the Jay’s in Toronto sometime. Or perhaps spend a weekend down in NY and just take it all in.

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Non-Stop Blogger

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Wow. How many times have I posted in this month alone?

I just called my Brother in Ireland, on my lunch break … talked to him for about 10 minutes while he was making supper for the fam. I asked to speak with my 2½ year old nephew while he was getting food ready for the table. I miss the little guy so much, he’s now speaking in sentences. I asked him what his daddy was doing (like I didn’t already know. But what do you say to a toddler!? lol) and he comes back with his answer “makin dinner… siiiighhh” in a cute Irish accent. Then I asked why Ruairi all of a sudden started screeching… but being the big brother, he totally ignored my question lol. So, I was like OMGGGG let me talk to your dddddddddaaaddd. Kids. They ignore everything you say. Finally my brother was like “Kelan, are you done speaking to Aunt Nancy?” YES YES YES MICHAEL, COME BACK!

I have three vacation days left (as I’m taking a vaca to B.C. this summer with the BF) and I almost want to just fly out and visit them, right now. But my Brother will be working off the coast of Newfoundland, on the oil rigs starting on March 30. They’ve decided to boat everyone out to the rigs now, rather than bring them by helicopter. It’s an 18 hour boat ride, and they’re carting crew over that way, until further notice. The copter only took 1-2hours. Tough decisions. It’s basically the middle of the ocean, half way to Ireland. Not even kidding. 300km off the coast of Newfoundland, in a huge body of ocean and nothing surrounding them. Not something I could do, that’s for sure.

I want them all to move to Newfoundland, so I can make one trip to see my whole family (parents AND brother + kids).  Which won’t happen any time soon.

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I hear those birds a chirpin’

birdWith the after effects of the time change having the evenings still be bright as I get off work, and having a nice break in the chilly weather, it’s finally warm enough for ME to wear t–shirts outside. I’m naturally a chilly person as it is, regardless of the time of year. But it’s T–SHIRT weather you guyyyss! I almost want to rock out with my old school ipod nano, and hit the pavement in my old runners and just go for a long run. Except, it’s been ages since I’ve been on the treadmills at the gym and I’m afraid it takes me a good three weeks or so to get back into the swing of things. I see this as a winter–pattern for me. I, like most people, get completely lazy in the winter and do as little as possible. I do play more soccer during the winter, than summer. But still. Winter is cold, and for being warm and toasty, and not sweaty with going to the gym. Guess I could’ve started off a bit earlier, as it’s almost bikini season. I need a tan first.

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