Dream Dream Dream

The Boy never remembers his dreams, so when he does – it’s note worthy.  His sleep was interrupted by the phone the other morning, this is what followed.

Boy – I was having a really nice dream too
Me – I was having weird dreams, what was yours?
Boy – We had just had a little baby.  It was nice.  Weird, but nice.
Me – That is nice.
Boy – What was yours?
Me – We were in the midst of a zombie apocalypse and your brain was eaten by zombies.  You were still nice though.
Boy – You win.


Hopefully only one is foretelling of the future.


Happy Monday!


(Posted a little later – no power or wifi when camping?! How do people live!! – anyway this is coming to you live from the Charlottetown Public Library – while the Boy waits patiently for us to go golfing.)

Is it still considered a honeymoon if you’ve been married for nearly 2 years?

Or is it more significant that it’s your first vacation together (that’s longer than 3 days) since you met nearly 11 years ago?

Either way, the Boy and I are officially on vacation, and after 2 days of heavy driving, we’ve made it to Moncton New Brunswick and we’re still speaking to each other – a good sign.


You may remember the big debate, Europe or East Coast.  I wanted to go FAR, the Boy wanted to go far enough, as in somewhere he had never been before.  He won, and given our summer – I’m glad he did. We may be 2 days away, but we’re not across an ocean.  I consider this a good thing.

Mom is under strict instructions to be good while I’m away – so there should be minimal updates on that end of things since a promise is a promise.  Of course, if she decides to act up – I am very accessible, and will pass along any news, including how her next round of chemo goes on the 15th.

So what have we been up to? A lot actually.  We’ve listened to our first audiobook – The Dinner, one of those books that makes you wonder about the sanity of the author. We trusted the GPS a little too much and ended up in dreaded Montreal after strict instructions to bypass it.  That may be the fault of the navigator who may have been busy knitting and not double checking with the map.  I won’t name names, but a little driving stress is a good test for a marriage right?!


We haven’t booked any places to stay for the next two weeks, we’re making a plan today and we’ll get on that relatively soon.  It almost resulted in us sleeping in our car on the first night since every hotel in Quebec City and Lévis was booked solid.  We happened to find a little B&B through AirB&B La California B&B – when Mary answered the phone she told me I was a very lucky girl because yes, she had one room available and she had actually told another caller that she was booked.  It must have been meant for me.

We arrived at her place 10 minutes later, unloaded our bags and she told us there were 3 festivals going on in the city this weekend – so we were lucky to get a place since everyone has been booked for weeks.  She told us she had a few people call her, and she turned them away – she goes by voice and apparently she liked mine.  Once she heard we were only staying the night, she told us to get out there quickly and take in everything the city had to offer, where to go for dinner, where to see the free Cirque du Soliel show (we missed it) and the free iMax (which is huge and pretty spectacular) and where to get a drink and people watch at the end of the night (we did).  After a delicious french breakfast Mary sent us on our way with a loaf of fresh bread, and a roughly drawn sketch to get us to New Brunswick by the North shore (which we appreciated, but didn’t follow).

Yesterday we made it to New Brunswick and after sorting out a few more GPS snafus we made it to Moncton only to find out the markets are closed on Sundays so apparently by 8:30 everyone is out of food. Seriously.



Luckily, they weren’t out of beer and we got an awesome sample tray at a local microbrewery – Pump House.  And the staff was so apologetic for getting our trip off to a rough start, we got our first 2 pints for free.



Oh East Coasters, could you be more relaxed?

So now that we’re here we’re consulting guide books and looking for camp sites. I’ll update as much as possible – or you can follow me on Instagram – gingerandgiant and see the highlights as they unfold.

If you’ve got any must see spots for us – we have no firm plans so I’d love to hear them!

Funniest Musical Ever

The Boy and I got the wonderful opportunity to see The Book of Mormon recently – and as I was sitting there LOLing, I knew I had to blog about it.

The Book of Mormon is brought to you by the South Park guys and a the clever mind that brought the world Avenue Q.  If you’re not a South Park fan – you might be after seeing this play.  It’s freakin’ funny.

Here’s the thing that I wasn’t expecting and why I knew I had to write a little somethin’ somethin’.

I didn’t find it offensive.  Of course, I’m not Mormon.  But it made me think of some of Catholic satire that exists in the world. Is it flippant? Yes. Are there crude parts? Yes.  Are there parts that openly mock – absolutely.  But when you tell the story of any of the world’s religions out loud do they sound a little crazy? I think so.  That’s why it’s called Faith.

Sure, there are some raunchy parts and one song and dance in particular that I’m pretty sure the whole cast is going to hell for – but the Boy and I both agreed, we left feeling uplifted. It was nice.  Try your best and be nice to everyone. That’s not a bad takeaway. According to the final song and dance – Mormon’s are so polite and happy because they know tomorrow is a “latter day”

The best part? The programme. 3 full page ads promoting The Book of Mormon.  All featuring, happy faced people and lines like “I’ve read the Book” “The Book is always better” and “You’ve seen the play now read the book”  with a QR code to thebookofmormon.org.


Why fight it?

I read an article shortly after the play opened on Broadway, I don’t remember all of what it was about but I do remember that the official line from the Church was something to the effect of ~ The play may entertain for audiences for the evening, but this book will change your life.

Well played.

If you have the opportunity to see The Book of Mormon – do it.  It’s funny, it’s heart-warming and you’ll be singing new show tunes in the shower for at least the next 3 weeks.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Why you need a workout buddy

The other day I skipped the gym.  The dog had been up all night coughing, there was a brief near run-in with a fox in the backyard and when the alarm went off at 6am I was just not feeling it.  As a complete aside I decided later that I really should have just sucked it up and gone – how much more sleep did I get really? 15 minutes?! Big whoop.
Anyway, I sent my gym buddy a text message to say I wasn’t meeting her and I would see her at the office at 8.
I got to work and she was there ready to give me hell for not joining her. Turns out she wasn’t upset because I had given in to the sleepies and skipped out, but because being there alone had given other gym regulars the invitation to speak to her in the morning.
Gym Buddy – “Meaghan, you’re buddy Andrew says Hi”
Me – “Who is Andrew? The bald guy?” (He’s a regular that’s been saying good morning the last few weeks)
GB – “Yes, do you know what he said to me? ‘Where’s your daughter today?'”
I burst out laughing.  Good thing we’re there early – uprorious laughter is frowned upon in cubicle land.
GB – “I said to him, ‘My daughter? I am too young to have a 30 year old daughter!’  he answered, ‘SHE’S 30?!  I thought you would have been pretty young, but she does NOT look 30!!”
Me and everyone within earshot – More laughter.
Then my gym buddy gave me the sweetest complement “I didn’t kill him for two reasons 1. You do look so young. 2. You’re beautiful.  3. If I had a 30 year old, at least you’re one I would be proud of. He’s very lucky – don’t leave me there by myself again”
I have since been informed that someone recently asked my boss if her student would be hired once she finishes school – she’s been here a long time.  My boss couldn’t figure out who they were talking about since we don’t have a student right now.  They clarified “the redhead!”  She informed them that I have 2 degrees, and has been finished school for quite some time and was full-time permanent.
I have a theory.  It’s all in the cheeks.
Round Cheeks = Eternal Youth

You’re a Cutie

Picture this.

I’m sitting in a chair with a certain little puppy on my lap.

Boy – “Hi cutie”

Me – “Hi!”

Boy – “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Me – “Oh. So I’m not cute?”

Boy – “Well, you are.  But come on, you’ve got to admit – she’s cuter.”

Me – “Thanks.”

Boy – “Sorry, but it’s the truth. Look at her!”

You can’t argue with the truth.

Cute puppies who love to play on the computer make blogging more challenging.  But I’ve got a bunch in the arsenal – stay tuned.



Rustic and Romantic County Wedding

The Boy and I spent the weekend in Prince Edward County a couple of weeks ago , and while it was a great way to spend some time together we never would have discovered this new little wine county were it not for our lovely friends Andrew and Charlsie. The Boy played volleyball in university with Andrew and thankfully Andrew brought Charlsie into our lives!

Their wedding was held at a big red barn near Bloomfield Ontario and just like this beautiful couple – it was a stunner! The Boy and I discussedon the day and since I think one of my favorite parts about a wedding is how each couple is able to create a day that is perfect and reflective of them. The Boy and I wanted a great party with all the people we loved in one room. A Catholic wedding was important to me and by default important to him. We wanted to make sure that everyone had a great time and knew how much we loved and appreciated that they were there. So that’s what we kept in mind all the way throughout the planning process. It was perfect for us.

Andrew and Charlsie’s wedding was equally as perfect for them. They wanted to keep it small and simple. They are environmentally conscious people, both country kids, love their families, their friends and each other. All of it was reflected in their day. And it was perfect for them.

Highlights for The Boy and I:

1. We took a minute to give each other a knowing smile while this beautiful couple said their vows – a welcome opportunity to renew our own vows in our heads.

2. We also loved the opportunity to catch up with some great friends – something you don’t really have the opportunity to do at your own wedding.

3. We brought the camera and while we both took about a million photos I edited it down to a few of our favorites.

Finally, a wedding tip. Keep track of the couple – or if you are the couple assign someone to keep track of you. Remembering back on our own wedding day, The Boy and I danced together a few times first, half a dance in the middle and our last dance. We were both trying to talk to as many people as possible (my policy was if you want to talk to me come and dance) and between the two of us we covered pretty much everyone. By the end of the night when we got back to our hotel room we turned to each other and said “so how was your day?!” It was fine, but I noticed that Andrew and Charlsie hadn’t so much as checked in with each other since their first dance. So I arranged for a check in for them.

It was appreciated by the couple and I think one of my favorite pictures we took.

Congratulations to a truly beautiful couple, we were so happy to be part of your day and look forward to many more celebrations together!

PS Charls, I know you’re a little sad about moving a little further west – but we’re thrilled! Hoping we can see much more of you guys this winter! XOXO

Was it or Wasn’t it

Okay kids, I’m looking to you.  The Boy and I are in the middle of a VERY serious argument.

Did we just go on our honeymoon?

Last weekend was the Victoria Day long weekend in Canada (for my American friends Canadians celebrate the birthday of our reigning monarch on the Monday around the 24th of May each year – regardless of when their actual birthday is. It is rarely referred to as Victoria Day and more typically referred to as May 2-4. Every year, Ontarians think it’s going to be a beautiful weekend for outdoor activities and typically it is cold and rainy.  This year it was GORGEOUS. The more you know!) Sista and the Physicist went to Kingston and Prince Edward County and the Boy and I went to their apartment in Toronto.

It was our first weekend “away” together – without additional family members, since we’ve been married.

So I give you 5 reasons why it may have been our honeymoon and 5 reasons why it definitely was not.

  1. It was our first weekend away together since we’ve been married. (This is basically the Boy’s only point).
  2. We went out for fancy dinner.
  3. We split a bottle of wine at dinner for the first time ever.
  4. Some of us tried new foods – the Boy had Elk.
  5. We discovered new areas of a city we love.

And now the truth (yes I realize there are 6 here – hey if he wants it to be equal he should write his own post):

  1. We went less than 60km away. That is not very far.
  2. We did not have any accommodation costs – we even brought our own sheets.
  3. We went to a baseball game.
  4. We did not buy anything to commemorate our trip – not even matching fedoras.
  5. We went home early.
  6. I took a total of 13 pictures. 7 of which were of the Boy sitting 3′ from me saying “Why are you taking my picture?”

Obviously to document our honeymoon that you keep insisting we are on darling. Why else?

Settle the score – what say you? Did our Toronto weekend count as our honeymoon?

Also – since it obviously does not count – any suggestions?

A Special Post for Some Special Moms

You know you must be special ifni post on theweekend for you.  But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to wish two very lovely moms a very Happy First Mother’s Day.  You are both doing an amazing job with you little ones and both have started blogging! I couldn’t be prouder.  Looking for an awesome new blog to follow?  Well, BFF Kristyn’s is private so I can’t help you there. But you can find Ms. Suzanne and beautiful baby C (oh and papa Pete too of course) at their new home Bike, Banjo & Baby!

As for a gift for this very momentous day I give you the artistic narration of Mr. Samuel L. Jackson.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mommies out there. I wish you a joyful day with your families and sleeping children tonight!!

Fast Five Friday – All hail Dr. Suess

The Lorax (film)

The Lorax (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Boy and I went last weekend to see The Lorax. I know, after my love affair with the Hunger Games you would think we would be there at the opening show. I might have been, but the Boy hates crowds and doesn’t see the point. I can’t really argue. My life won’t end if I don’t see movies I’ve been looking forward to on the opening weekend. I’m a big girl. I can wait. Not for long though – we’re totally going to see it SOON. In the meantime though we spent a kind of dreary Saturday at The Lorax. We may have been the only people there without littles under the age of 5 in tow. Meh. I’m not bothered by it. 5 year-olds just know where it’s at!

I love kids movie. LOVE them! And I love love love the Doctor. Suess that is. I know, the language is a bit nonsensical, and that can be annoying to some. But to those people I say – 1. Get over it. 2. Where’s your sense of imagination? 3. Take a minute and really listen to what the good Doctor is saying to you. He’s got some good stuff in there.

But first – a quick movie review. The Boy really liked the story, (he didn’t really grow up with the Suess like I did and had never heard of the Lorax before), but it wasn’t his favourite movie. I blame the migraine aura that started about half-way through for him. How can he concentrate on the goodness when anticipating the badness? I loved it for it’s far greater comment on consumerism than the book. I found it really relevant and expanded in all the right places. I say, grab yourself a 5 year old if you’re not man enough to go yourself and go see it.  I mean it’s got Betty White – how can you go wrong?

Anyway, this is getting to be not so fast – here are my 5 favourite Dr. Suess words of wisdom:

1. A person’s a person no matter how small.

2. Today you are you. That’s truer than true. There’s no one alive who is youer than you.

3. I know up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights.

4. We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

and in tribute to the Lorax and this weekend’s Earth Hour:

5. Unless someone like you, cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to change. It’s not.

A Weekend with Local Talent

The Boy and I headed to London this past weekend

We hadn’t been home since Christmas, which meant the weekend’s main focus was see as many people as humanly possible while still having meaningful non-rushed visits with each person. All in all I’d say we did pretty well.

We laid low and only checked in with a certain elegant country couple’s growing baby bump on Friday.  Saturday, we checked in with the Boy’s Grandpa home from a month long stint in the hospital. He’s looking better than he has in a long time – which is always good news.

Saturday night we checked in with the SIL and her manfriend and the Boy’s BFF Paul. After watching the Leafs win (finally) we headed out on the town and laughed at the local shenanigans.

BFF Paul no more army = grown out hair. What a rebel

Let’s set the scene:

We drive downtown, and by-pass all the bars with lines – we’re too old to stand outside in the cold. We end up at The Poacher’s Arm a great little bar that was still really busy, but no line.  No real chairs either so we ended up sitting off to the side and watched the youngin’s cause some raucus.

Some context:

Now. I’m a girl.  I went to Univeristy of Western Ontario. I am not nor have I ever been a Western Girl. What we had on our hands was a party of Western Girls. Young girls, dressed to impress and very impressed with themselves. No one tells them no. They do whatever they want. They’re Queen Bees and are followed around by Wannabees. They wear mini dresses and high heels to a pub in March and complain they are cold.  Put on a coat and maybe some pants! They think they are the local talent.  They are not.


We are sitting and listening to The Whiskey Sinners the local talent for the night, and since we were off to the side, and couldn’t see the band we suddenly hear the music stop, and one of the band members say “I’m not going to tell you again, stop touching my equipment” this was followed up by some muffled whining and then “I don’t care if it’s your birthday, stop touching my shit.” and  “NO! You cannot touch the microphone, go sit down.” more muffled whining.  “I’m rude? Well sorry, but I’m pretty sure you’ll get over it.”  And then the music continued and we saw the girls sit down, pull their chairs up as close as possible to the band and proceed to be really, really obnoxious. One had a ribbon pinned to her chest that said “Birthday Girl” another had a ribbon that said “2nd Place.” (The Boy thought this was hilarious).

Behind us comes the bouncer. He’s watching the girls.  I turn to him and say “We’d be happy to take their table if that would make your life easier.” He smiles, “I bet you would! I’d be thrilled for you to take the table, it’s coming soon – I’m just waiting for the right moment.”

It didn’t take much longer after that the girls took their coats and left their primo table. Which we yoinked.  We then enjoyed the rest of the night listening to The Wiskey Sinners and catching up with those we were really there to see.

Love me some accordion!


At the end of the night the band actually apologized for their behaviour, they said if we saw some negative feedback on Facebook it was coming from two of the most obnoxious people they had met, and all because they told a girl they couldn’t touch a $1000 piece of equipment just because it was her birthday.

We laughed.  And then, I spoke with them and told them we loved their response and cheered their commitment to not taking shit from privileged annoying girls.

And hey – they do a mean cover of Mumford and Sons The Cave.

So all in all pretty awesome!