Sleep

Yawn

Cue Jay crying...

Of course.

So I feed her.

Yawn

She starts dozing...awesome.

I lay her down.

Yawn

Then I lay next to her. She is so cute.

I can't help but plant a kiss on her cute little forehead.

She starts to stir.

Whoops, I try to back away from her, to give her space.

Doesn't help.

Yawn

I pick her up and rock her to sleep...now the question is, can I get her back down without waking her...? Dare I try?

Yawn

I wonder if the candidates woke up feeling as exhausted as I did this morning.

I'm guessing that Michael Ignatieff and Gilles Duceppe hardly slept a wink last night, know what the morning would bring.

I couldn't imagine being responsible for a whole country-not today. Not today when I can't seem to get Jay to nap.

Yawn

I lay back on my pillow, she is cuddled into me, drooling on my chest.

The positive side of not running a country...

I can sleep whenever...whenever Jay lets me anyways.


Cue Jay waking up in tears...

Like I said, whenever Jay lets me.

Nary a word...

Shame on me.

It has been brought to my attention that I failed to include the recent nuptials of one, William Arthur Phillip Louis Mountbatten-Windsor to Catherine 'Kate' Elizabeth Middleton on April 29th, 2011.

Blah blah blah blah blah...

I was not one of the many that drowned themselves in coffee to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the 2am live viewing of their special day.

However it was not because I don't find British History, especially Royalty, fascinating. Its just...this century is a lot less interesting as compared to the time of King Richard, or my favorite, King Henry the VIII-you know, the time when the monarchy had real control over the everyday happenings of the lives of civilians.

In fact, I have devoted hours upon hours reading fiction and non-fiction alike in the area. I especially love getting lost in the historical fiction novels by writers like Anne Easter Smith, Phillipa Gregory and Ken Follett.

In this case though, I felt bombarded by every newspaper and media outlet.

I could hardly turn on the TV without being told out by the Royal Wedding and some fascinating tidbit or speculation about their wedding day. By the time the wedding actually came around, I felt that I had already spent so much time listening about it, devoting more time just wasn't going to happen.

Though I must agree with one interview on CBC, it is nice to celebrate love for a change isn't it?

For now, watching the highlights of their day was enough for me. It was certainly enough to form a general opinion...Kate's dress was tasteful, the affair understated in a sense that the church was not dressed to the nine's, the Queen looked fabulous for her age, and her Papa proud.

 I wish them all the best, for it can hardly be easy, to be one of the most publicly viewed marriages of our time.

Now...back to Canada where we woke up to Election Day day...monarchy doesn't rule our day-but our ELECTED government does.

People do not miss out on the opportunity and privilege that many have worked tirelessly and given their lives for.

...and if you don't vote-don't complain.

Golf season just hasn't quite started

Anyone else hoarse from last nights game?

We too like to ref from our side of the screen...

Last night I was fighting with my hubby to get him to watch the game initially. In all seriousness I knew he was going to watch it, but he was so disappointed after the last three games that he almost wanted to save himself another night of presumed pain.

Less than 3 minutes in, my faith was certainly restored...

It took my husband to the 3rd period before he was feeling it. Before the excitement was there, the hope...

Then Chicago scored.

This time, I couldn't watch it any longer, I organized the books in our living room and glanced at the TV every time I heard excitement in the announcers voice.

My hubby's eyes were glued.

Then it happened. Of course, I missed the goal initially...I was placing "My Little Wordbook" on the shelf at the time.

I also missed the first replay.

My hubby had scooped me up in a bear hug and I couldn't see the screen.

Then we sat, cheering-this time a little quieter since I had put Jay down just before OT started.

There it was. A moment of glory. Burrow's snagging the puck, the amazing turnover, the shot.

We make a call, my brother, his line is busy. I get off the phone and am met with a short ring, it was my brother. We talk about the game, the shot, the anticipation. Apparently at Boston Pizza you could have heard a pin drop at the beginning of OT, then the restaurant erupted. We could hardly hear him.

After the phone call I marveled. We did it-we finally took the Hawks out. Third time really is the charm.

Yes, I did saw 'we', it's a fair statement. Here in Canada, we take our game VERY seriously. How seriously you ask? Politics has to do some schedule juggling so they aren't competing with our game-that is how serious.

As my hubby and I climbed into bed we could hear the pub game watchers heading home, a steady stream of horn honking filled the air until the last of them made it home.

So today I may be hoarse, but what's really important is that...

The Canucks are back-and we are coming for the Stanley Cup.