Month: July 2012

All Together Again!

Daddy’s back!!!!

Miri’s gleeful reaction at the airport

So good to see him again!! Unfortunately for Carl, there were numerous last minute dramas involving the ferret-shipping company utterly screwing up with the import papers, meaning that the Furry Children are still in the UK and our little family is not quite complete yet. Poor Carl had to do an epic re-routing session and ended up driving a ridiculously long way all over the country the day before his flight, then due to the social skillz (ahem) of our dear friends in the south, only got a few hours sleep before the flight anyway. And then his connecting flight from Toronto was delayed by two hours. And then Miri and I tried to walk to the airport, and were late meeting him because we spent 20 minutes going round in circles trying to figure out how to get across Lewvan Drive.

– Rant alert:

Seriously, Regina, WTF?? How exactly are you supposed to get to the airport if you don’t have a car?? I cannot afford to pay $20 for a return cab fare when I can walk the distance in under half an hour. Yet there’s no bus, no pavement – sorry, “sidewalk” and there isn’t a pedestrian crossing within half a mile of the airport in either direction!? I had to run for my life across a major highway with the pushchair/stroller just to get to the terminal driveway! Even Darlington has a shuttlebus to the local airport that is actually smaller than your Walmart!!! Sort it out!!

– Rant over.

But Anyway. Carl is here. WOOOHOOOOO!

Today has been pretty stressful as on top of everything else, we are trying to move in to our lovely new house this weekend before Carl starts his new job. No time to relax for Carl! But even despite that, I still feel almost relieved. I’ve kinda had it etched into my brain that Everything Will Be Easier When Carl Gets Here. As anti-feminist as this may sound, I just feel more confident with my husband with me! He’s SUPPOSED to be here, and it’s not right for us to be apart. I also feel like We Have Officially Emigrated now. The last few months on my own didn’t really count since I still had so many ties to and loose ends in the UK. But now we are both free of all that finally!  Certainly his arrival will help with Miranda too, (though she is SO EXCITED to see Daddy again that she got herself all wound up, refused to sleep and has been an over-tired, grouchy madam all day and resorted to the kicking-howling-throwing-things-laying-on-the-floor type tantrums when we refused to put Shaun the Sheep on for the fourth time! But other than that she’s a darling sweet thing, of course!). Having a spare pair of hands with her gets me my evenings back so I can actually do things I want and need to do. I may even be able to Go Out Past 9pm!!

The new house is indeed lovely too; I feel like I can actually make it mine, which is something I’ve never felt in this apartment. It makes me that much more independent from work too. Carl seems impressed with it too, as he hadn’t actually seen it yet! Good thing too really. He also seems to be quite excited about work, even volunteering to buy new shoes for it! GASP. For the first time in at least a decade we should actually have some disposable income soon, and that on its own is a huge relief  as well. Saying money has been tight since I got here is like saying Canada is a fairly big country – massive understatement. No more just eating my tips. Woohoo!

I was going to do a sort of introspective post about the last three months, but Carl is already snoring so I’d better turn off.

Have to share a bed again.



but YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!! My Carly Warly is back where he belongs!!!!



The British English Dictionary

Words and phrases I use all the time that do not appear to be understood over here:

Fortnight (fort-nite).

=TWO WEEKS. From a contraction “fourteen-nights” presumably. Do not understand why it is not used here. Saying I’ll be paid “bi-weekly” to me sounds like twice a week!

Half-Eight(or half six, or half four, whatever)

=A contraction of “half past the hour”, ie:  8.30, NOT, half before the hour!?


= diapers.


= apparently called “suckers” here??? erm, what??


= the chair your child sits in that you push them around in. Far more logical than “stroller” IMO.

To Have A Natter

= to chat. Never realised this was a Britishism.

“playing silly buggers”

= usually used in conjunction with the debit card machine. As in, it’s being stupid, or not working.

“being daft”

= similar to the above, but to a lesser degree and usually applied to people rather than inanimate objects


A game in which eleven millionaire blokes dressed in corporate sponsorship logos, run round a muddy field trying to kick a ball into a net and feigning injury when unsuccessful. Similar, but not identical to “soccer” and bares no resemblance to ‘Canadian/American Football’ which seems inexplicably to revolve around public, all-male group hugs whilst wearing shoulder pads.


**retreats, having possibly started a war**




Canada Day!

I have my computer back!! It is still sadly lacking in a space bar and it has no memory of its former life, but at least I can function again. Many many thanks to CBAS computers for reanimating the “toast” that was my hard disk!

I am still ridiculously tired because the computer-wrecking beastling is still refusing to go to bed in the evenings, meaning I inevitably don’t have any time to myself. And then she wakes up at stupid o’clock, thrashes and kicks and wails, then goes back to sleep approximately 10 minutes before my alarm goes off. GRRR.

I cannot wait for Carl to arrive so I can off-load the babysitting duties!!! heehee. The grand reunion is less than a month away now, which is very exciting, but 26 night’s worth of sleep deprivation still sounds an awfully long time to me!.

Despite all Miri’s Beastlingness, we enjoyed our first Canada Day. I will happily celebrate this country: we are very lucky to be here. There were lots of celebratory events down at the park, but typically the first thing we stumbled upon was a bunch of tents in Victoria Park. Now, Miranda likes tents and gets to play in one at the daycare, and she insisted on going to investigate. It turned out to be a bunch of anarchists, (group? gang? what is the collective noun for anarchists? ‘An Oxymoron of Anarchists’ maybe?) protesting about Canada Day with a banner claiming that “Government is Tyranny!”. Well, quite. The little I know of Harper’s style of government here makes me inclined to agree, but despite them complimenting me on my blue hair, I didn’t think it wise to get into serious debates about the alternatives at that point in time. I also assume they didn’t spot my maple leaf tattoo.

Wascana Park had plenty more patriotic goings on though: an enormous turn out and the usual ubiquitous doughnuts and hotdog vans and beer tents, (no coffee!!! HOWL!) people handing out flags, loads of free balloons for Miri, the local radio stations ‘live at the event’, facepainting, an area where kids could draw things that reminded them of Wascana Park on big easels (guess who loved that!), and so on. The Science Museum had a tent containing large blocks made of foam rubber, supposedly teaching kids about balance and structure, but actually  great fun to push over and jump on -which Miranda did with great glee. There were also fireworks later in the evening which I wouldn’t let Miri sit up for, but they were severely upstaged by the fantastic lightning storm that night anyway!

The highlight for us though was the Plywood Cup. Apparently this happens every year, teams get 90 mins or so to build a boat out of plywood and gaffa tape and precious-little else. Then they have to get in the boat and row/paddle/somehow propel themselves across the lake and back in a race! It was BRILLIANT!! I was amazed how many of the boats actually made it across, I think there were only three that sank and had to be rescued. One poor guy broke his paddle halfway across and was half hand-paddling, half bailing water at the same time, but he still made it! As did a boat named “Piece of Ship” The Mountie team came in third or fourth I think, but they were very pleased to beat the Navy crew.

After all, what better way to celebrate the birth of the Canadian Nation than by falling into a lake from a home-made plywood canoe???

I tell you, these people have it sussed.