The Big C – again

As most of if not all my in real life peeps know – my mom has cancer… again.

This is not my family’s first time with this – and here are my two cents – COME ON! Unfortunately no amount of hating the diagnosis is going to make her better – yes it sucks, but we’ve just got to pick up, stick together and get her through it, because personally, I’m not having it any other way.

For those that don’t know, this is my little family’s 4th visit from the big C.  We have had a lot of success, we know the system, we know the questions to ask but in this case knowledge doesn’t necessarily make things easier. However, we do know that it’s the little things that count.  Positive energy, prayers you don’t know are happening, chocolate, visits and hugs – all little things that go a long way.

Unexpectedly, this little blog might just be one of those little things that make it a little easier this time around – that’s right for the first time we’ve got social media on our side and since every little bit helps, I’m going to use it. 

If you’re new to this blog because my mom just sent it out to you – welcome.  Feel free to look around and get comfortable.  You can either make a point to check back in regularly or you can subscribe in the box on the right side and all posts will come directly to your inbox.  (If you subscribe you will get an email to confirm your subscription, check your junk mail if it doesn’t come to your inbox – you must do this step to complete the subscription). If you choose to subscribe, you might find yourself with the odd knitting project, or something ridiculous the Boy said, but you’ll also get the latest in updates about my mom.

But Meaghan, won’t this make your blog sad? Why blog about not nice things? Well, this blog is supposed to be an online journal of my life – and quite frankly – life is clearly not always rainbows and sunshine.  So it’s logical the blog would follow. More than that though, my hope is we get 2 perks from blogging: 1. Consistent information told straight from the source.  2. Easing the number of phone calls that both mom and our wonderful key family members and friends get asking for new details – not to say that phone calls are not welcome, just this way we don’t have to have the same conversation 55 times.

So strap in – for those readers that have commented I’ve been slacking off for the last little while year or so – I’m back.  And when I’m stressy I do 2 things, I knit and I write.  The five sweaters that I’ve sewn together in the last two weeks can attest to the first part, and this little blog will inevitably get more attention too.

To start – the details. Next post – the updates.

The short version – My mom fainted about 6 weeks ago in a grocery store.  She thought it was because she hadn’t had much to eat that day and it was 30 degrees outside.  EMS came but she refused to go to the emergency room, instead she called me and I brought her home for a chocolate milk and a lie down. She fainted again that night and when my dad said “can we go to the hospital now?” her response was “well, probably – but first get the blood pressure cuff.”  When her blood pressure was in the tank she allowed a 911 call, and by the time they got there she was vomiting blood. 

FYI – that’s not good. 

To the hospital they went, where they treated her for an ulcer.  Everything looked good.  Until it wasn’t.  Yada Yada Yada, she bled out, yada yada, it was a very good thing she was already in the hospital, yada, they sent her home 5 days later and her biopsy to the lab.

We waited.

And waited.

And kind of forgot.

Until they didn’t have results. Then mom booked an appointment with our family doctor.

Then we got first results. Stomach cancer.

Then we said some not nice words.

For anyone that hasn’t done this before, let me tell you – so far in all our times with this – this is the WORST part.  Knowing, but not knowing how bad, or where, or what, or how fast, or where else. When all you’re left with is a whole bunch of questions and your mind is left to wander into the terrible world of ‘what if’ – it’s awful.

Last weekend she had her CT Scan, and on Monday she saw the surgeon at Sunnybrook.  Stomach cancer, and that’s it. It doesn’t appear to be anywhere else, there aren’t any glowing node areas (although lymph-nodes can’t be truly known until dissection after surgery).  The plan, 3 rounds of chemo, surgery (leaving her with 40-60% of her stomach), followed by 3 more rounds of chemo. Followed by all better.  Forever.

The not so good news, the cancer is at the base of the stomach and the exit point is very narrow.  She is at high risk for obstruction and is on a liquid diet starting immediately. Since the chemo will first expand the cells before destroying them – it’s possible that she will not be able to get through the full 3 rounds before running into trouble. If she is obstructed, they will stop the chemo and do emergency surgery followed by more chemo. Followed by all better.  Forever.

So that’s where we are – for one post anyway.  I’ll do my best to keep it as up to date as possible. And I’ll also really try to inject this little blog with some happy along the way.

How you can help today – Positive healing thoughts are always welcome. 

Message from Mom – Thank you everyone for all of your  love and support – we really appreciate it.


Chillin’ with the Family on Family Day

The American’s have President’s day and for Canadians living in Ontario or Alberta – we’ve got Family Day.  A long weekend in February, quite possibly the most brilliant idea ever. I love a long weekend that doesn’t have an event involved in it.

The Boy and I had a pretty low-key Family Day weekend, but we did hang out with the family and we did have some productivity.

The Boy,  the Brother and I headed to Lowes on Saturday afternoon to embark on a family adventure that could end in disaster or the start of a new family business.  The business of ottoman making.

Getting all the pieces - I heart Lowes

Do you remember a couple of weeks ago I shared this picture

are we handy enough?

And I thought DIYing would either result in a BEAUTIFUL custom made piece of furniture and a great sense of accomplishment, or shenanigans.

I’m happy to report that we are halfway there. We have a great sense of accomplishment – but it’s not quite beautiful yet.

some handy work of handymen

If you’re in need of a storage ottoman – I know two boys that can help you out.  But I can also tell you that from our first DIY experience – DIY doesn’t always mean cheaper.  We’re at about 25% of the cost of the one we were looking at at Urban Barn – but we haven’t bought batting or fabric yet.  I hear fabric can be expensive.

Plus – labour is expensive.

These boys aren’t cheap.

fabric me

The rest of the weekend included a family dinner, a family knitting bee, a family effort to clean our dirty house, and a family walk.  Different family members for each of these events, but in the cold and snow of February, I’d rather spend a long weekend with the family than the President!

There’s a baby coming

Calm down. Of course it is not a giant ginger baby.  Although we did recently go on our honeymoon – or did we? More on that tomorrow.

No.  There is a perfectly wonderful friend baby coming in just a few short weeks and do you know what that means? I should stop knitting socks and start making some progress on the projects I started in January!

So that’s what I’ve been up to.  Knitting until my hands cramp.  And not blogging.

Nothing like a deadline.

Now, I obviously don’t want to give away the surprises but I will tell you this – every time my mom and grandmother look at what I’m knitting they say “I hope this is for you!” No it is not.  Calm down.

It is for a soon to be born, sure to be perfect little someone.  The perfect kind of baby for a newly married Ginger and Giant.

One you get to give back.

Send speed and agility to my needles.  And patience.  I’m getting bored and I’m pretty sure this baby is getting ready to make his/her appearance regardless.

Testing the Waters

First things first:

A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who checked in yesterday to see the new blog title. I really appreciate all of your support and all of your wicked comments and general awesomeness.

Now, let’s talk about being 30 shall we? I had an awesome birthday weekend. The Boy and my parents planned a “surprise” birthday party for me on Saturday. I say surprise beause while I didn’t know who would be there or what exactly was involved I did have a feeling that something was up. Basically the Boy’s best/worst quality is his inability to lie to me. This is an excellent quality to have in a husband in general with the exception of surprises. While he didn’t tell me outright, he did talk about iron the phone beside me about 5 times. And when I would ask a question like “why are you texting that person?” His answer was “What? Nothing!” followed by an awkward attempt to change the topic.

Nonetheless, I did not know I would be involved in golfing – awesome.  And I had no idea who would be there. So I was pleasantly surprised with who made the trek and super excited to see some of my favourite wee people.

And on the actual day? Other than trying to launch my new piece of cyberspace, I had lunch with my old boss and spent the day chilling with the Boy. My first compressed work week day happened to fall on my b-day so one of the best parts of the day was sending the Boy off to work in the morning and rolling over for a little more shut eye.

Does it make me old that I only slept until 8am?


But us 30 year olds do like to get a good start on the day.

BFF Kristyn, her husband John and I share May as our birthday month. Every year since we were 15 Kristyn has asked me if she should take the plunge to the next year. Well, this year I say c’mon in guys – I’m pretty sure the thirties are going to rock!

Predicting the Future

First things First.  A little housekeeping.

  1. I have renamed my blog. I won’t reveal until Monday – D-day if you will. But the blog has a name. Thank goodness. Creativity on a deadline is truly a bitch!  Luckily I will never have to go through that again.  That is your clue.  This new blog name is permanent.
  2. I’m hoping that sometime between now and Monday I will be able to figure out a way to transfer from The Twenties Roar to – New Blog Title without messing up your subscriptions, Google Reader settings etc. etc.  I’m not feeling terribly confident that I’m going to be able to do it – so if I can’t, please accept my 1000 apologies and follow the link to the new blog where you can subscribe again.  That is the worst case scenario – I’m really hoping I can figure it out on my own and it won’t inconvenience anyone. Fingers Crossed.
  3. I have made another 2 recipes from Vegan Cooking for Carnivores – this is my review, Ellen and Portia are seriously lucky that Roberto Martin is their chef.  Seriously this book is so yummy!

Alright. Now that that’s out of the way and we looked back on the Twenties –  let’s look forward shall we?

Now, life goals or bucket list type things – I’m not so much about those yet.  I don’t really have the ability to think that far ahead. And also planning things to do before I die = creepy.

So instead I’m going to go with things I’m looking forward to about my thirties. In general.  No specific time frames. (Read – Mom and Mom-in-Law don’t get too excited about some of these things)

  1. Feeling like I’ve got a PL.  What’s a PL? It’s the first half of PLAN. The twenties are “exciting” or “filled with anxiety” depending on your outlook and for me the most stressful part of what is supposed to be exciting is not having even a P. Never mind putting ducks in a row, for most of my twenties I didn’t have ducks. Or a pond. Or anything.  I went to school for the majority of the decade, and with post-graduation came a lot of feelings that I was behind the 8-ball in general.  I looked at people I went to High School with who had big kid jobs, were getting married and buying houses and I felt like I was falling behind… fast.  Of course the rational part of me would say I did more school than most – but sometimes the rational brain doesn’t really kick in full blast. Anyway, I don’t really feel like that anymore.  Sure now I have friends who have husbands, and houses, and babies – maybe it’s because I can see those things on the horizon, or maybe I’m just feeling oddly calm and positive today – but I don’t really feel like I’m behind.  I’ve got a PL, and that’s good enough.
  2. Working in an organization that has opportunity for movement. I know I can’t rule the world right away, but I’ve found myself on the receiving end of some very nice comments in my first 6 months at the new job. “People” (I don’t know who) are “noticing my ability to write.” I don’t know what this means or what opportunities these “people” have in mind. But the fact that I know opportunities exist is pretty great.  I think it’s probably helping with the calm feelings about the PL.
  3. Being healthy.  I’ve been sick and on antibiotics for most of my Twenties.  Nothing super serious – I’m not dying or anything, but it’s definitely taken a toll on my system.  I’ve spent the last 4 years fighting to get things under control, and it’s going well – but I’m looking forward to having it go well and then some.  The Boy is probably reading this and thinking – “Oh God, we’re going to cut out meat even more!” and planning his speech about how he’s not becoming a vegetarian.  Calm down Boy.  No one asked you to be a vegetarian.  I think every person’s food “journey” is a personal one, and all I’m saying is I’m looking forward to continuing on that path of wellness.
  4. Travel.  The Boy and I have been nowhere.  That’s not true. As a kid I have seen most of Canada – it’s a pretty awesome country, and various cities in the US.  The Boy has been to Florida, Calgary and Mt. Tremblant.  That’s about it. While I’m hoping we can cross an ocean sooner rather than later, I’ll be happy with the ability to discover new places with The Boy. Canada, United States, Sunny Island in the middle of winter or top of the Eiffel Tower – I’ll take any of it.
  5. Family.  When I was thinking back on my Twenties I was reminded of how many times a member of my immediate family tried to check out early.  I don’t like that. While we were all extremely close to start with, I’m looking forward to that continuing without the various health crises.  Do you hear that family? I’m predicting everyone is going to stay healthy and we will continue to be ridiculously close. Please do your part.  Thank you.
  6. Family 2.0. Yes, it’s true.  At some point The Boy and I will expand our little family.  Not now.  Not even soon. But sometime.  I’m looking forward to that. That is all.

Six things. Should we take bets on how many things pan out? I’m obviously hopeful that they all do – because honestly, I don’t think they’re a whole lot to ask. But I’m pretty certain they won’t all go smoothly, or maybe they will go smoothly but not in the particular smooth way I think they should. That’s life right?!


What do you think? Do big birthdays make you revisit your PLAN (or PL if that’s all you’ve got so far)?

Also – has anyone out there transitioned a blog? If you can help me out – I’d love you forever.  I don’t have much, but I do have knit-wear. Anyone?!


The Night Before – The Groom

(*Author’s note – I know, this was supposed to be posted last week.  I waited trying to remember to take the pictures from The Boy’s phone into the post.  But now it’s Wedding Wednesday again and The Boy is out on the town so wait no more… I guess what happens in Alliston, stays in Alliston.)

The night before for the Boy was slightly different than mine.  He was a little stressed when I left him in the morning, but headed north for a round of golf with my dad, his dad, a groomsman, my brother, all of my uncles and a few of their wives.  I think there were about 12 of them or so. He insists he was having a terrible round until about the 4th hole (coincidentally that is the hole my parent’s live on) when he chugged a beer and things got much better from there.

The biggest inconvenience for the Boy around the whole wedding deal was its effect on his golf game.  It went in the crapper for about 2 weeks before and he was not happy about it.  Much beer was enjoyed by all, as I understand it – apparently my brother was incoherent by the time they were off the course and the Boy was not far behind him.

Dad planned a delicious Man Feast of steak, potatoes and Caesar Salad, and then they broke out into games of poker.  Most of the groomsmen were able to join in the festivities by dinner time, which the Boy really appreciated – he was getting pretty nervous and they all ensured that with the help of some Steamwhistle they would take his mind right off his nervousness… I believe they succeeded.

It’s difficult to tell who won the poker games since there seems to be prize presentation pictures with everyone that was there, but in the end, the Boy walked away with most if not all the money and both $50 gift cards to Golf Town – score!

By 1am my Dad took on the role of responsible adult and sent the boys to bed. I think a few heads were hurting in the morning.

The Boy wants everyone to know that he had an awesome day and night before.  He was so appreciative to everyone that came to hang out with him. While he was excited to get married, he hates being in the spotlight especially in a church and he was really couldn’t wait for the whole thing to be over!  His number one fear was that he was going to pass out at the front of the church (he didn’t).

1 more sleep for The Boy!

The Night Before – For the Bride

Like I said, the day before was nutso. Not only was I spotted like a celebrity, but I ran around like a fool.

I found the picture - look how tired I look!

I dropped bags at the hotel, had a manicure, set up the entire venue décor (okay, that really wasn’t that bad – flowers were all delivered Saturday and it’s not like we were setting tables), and cleaned the apartment (I really was wishing I didn’t have to add that to the list, but the boys were getting ready there – which meant pictures and friends of ours were crashing there instead of the hotel, it needed to be clean). By the time my mom called in a panic that there weren’t enough rooms at the hotel (there were it was just complicated because I booked them all under one credit card but they were being paid for with another) I was done.  DONE.

I settled myself into my room and started delegating. I sent family in from out of town to pick up my Grandmother, I asked BFF Kate to try and pick up chocolate for the day after party chocolate fountain. I laid in the lovely king size bed by myself and tried to close my eyes for a quick nap.

It didn’t happen.

Instead of sleeping the night away as I may have preferred I went out for dinner with some family that was in from out of town including this lovely lady, my Great Aunt Doreen.  I love her. She’s a redhead too and whenever I see her she says “Helloooo Red!”  Two of her daughters brought her from Detroit to be part of our day and I was so happy to have this dinner to actually spend a little time with them.

Also included in the pre-wedding festivities, Sista and all bridesmaids with the exception of BFF Kristyn who was very sad to miss it, but had a very legitimate reason for missing out. Mom, of course and Almost MIL, and Nanny.  We went to Aqua Grill in Aurora which as always was delicious but super busy, and the service was REALLY slow.  I think the problem was two fold: 1. they were trying to give us lots of time to chat and socialize and not make us feel rushed at all (normally appreciated) and 2. we were starving.  Once again eating was not really my priority that day and everyone was really hungry which meant that while they were being polite we were cursing their politeness.

Nonetheless it was delicious.  We chatted and had a really relaxing evening, and after returning to the hotel enjoyed a pre-wedding night cap.

I mentioned this before but my American out-of-towners are super-d-duper Catholic and LOVE LOVE LOVE Mother Mary.  So while everyone was enjoying a little Harvey’s Bristol Cream, and I was putting wedding dinner music on a USB stick and crossing other rediculous things off my list, one of my mom’s cousins took her drink downstairs poured a little bit on the ground and said a Hail Mary.  This was all to ensure not that we would have a blessed life (that apparently is a given) but that I would enjoy sunny skies and good hair on my wedding day.

I’m not quite sure where that is written in the Bible but it totally worked so whatever!

I headed back to my hotel room settled in and wrote my last blog post as a single girl.

1 more sleep!

My Ovaries Hurt

Meet our newest baby.

They’re poppin’ up all over the place but this one has an extra special place in my heart for two reasons.

  1. I have known his parents the longest and been BFF with his mom for over half my life.
  2. He lives the closest.

I love him! He’s so sweet he makes my ovaries hurt.  He’s so tiny and his parents so tired that he makes the Boy leery of ever having children.  This is the difference between boys of a certain age and girls of certain age.

The Boy and I get asked all the time when are we going to have children.  I know this is typical for newlyweds but the question for us is the normal amount x100. It was mentioned with such regularity at our wedding that the Boy incorporated an answer into our speech just so everyone could be clear, “We have no immediate plans, but we do intend to practice until we’re good and ready!”  No joke.  It elicited this reaction

Having all these littles around does make me question though – when does it become the right time? How much planning can we do? How many ducks should be in a row – and which ones should we just give up waiting on?

Let’s be clear, my ovaries may be hurting but I have NO intention of adding one of these beautiful littles to our lives ANYTIME soon.

  1. We just got married – let’s stop and smell those roses for a minute or two shall we?
  2. I just started a new job – and while technically I only need to be working there for 13 weeks (January 10) to qualify for maternity leave benefits, I am not basing family planning on when I get coverage, and I’d like to be settled into my job for more than a few months before I up and leave it.
  3. 2012 is the first year, ever – that the Boy and I should have some disposable income.  The last couple of years, we were by no means starving but the idea of going away for a few days, going to a play or some weeks even a movie – required some serious financial planning. While we have little intention of upping our lifestyle dramatically to reflect our new family income, it will be nice to have a little more financial flexibility that I am fully aware a little would quickly gobble up.
  4. The Boy, while he is now an official teacher is still short-term occasional (daily supply), which means some days he works, other days he doesn’t. Sure, most days he does, but there is no guarantees in his income right now.  I’m not sure we’ll wait until he has a full contract, but a little more stability as far as a long-term occasional (covering a maternity or long-term disability leave) would be nice.
  5. We live in a teeny-tiny apartment. I don’t know if you’ve heard but little people come with a lot of stuff.  We have not a square to spare.

But then every once in a while (like this weekend) I do the math, and count forward and have a little freak out that my biological timelines and my rational plans are not really going to match up and one of them is going to have to give eventually…. and then I calm down… and realize the fortunate position I am in right now.  One where I can go and visit and cuddle, then leave and go home… and sleep, uninterrupted through the night.

So instead of living in constant panic about which is going to give first biology or type A planning, I am focussing on being a good friend to all the new little mommies in my life. Friday we made Kristyn and John dinner in exchange for a snuggle with their little one.  I’ve been knitting like a fiend and all of our littles will be well wardrobed and warm as long as they are my baby knitting priority. And while a lot of people are very concerned about how baby is doing, I’ve been trying to make an effort to ask the little’s parents how they are doing, and if there’s anything I can do to help them as well as their little.

And for now, I am quite content to leave it at that.

(did you hear that? it was the Boy sighing in relief and our mothers crying in agony that they are never going to have grandchildren!)

Happy 300!

Today, is my 300th post.

Turns out time really does fly.

I was going to tell you a little story about how The Boy and I spent our first weekend as a married couple away from each other and I got a series of heart-warming “I miss you” messages all weekend (he’s so sappy!) which meant that I had to forgive him for choosing not to answer the phone when I called him because the car died and I needed help trying to figure out the magic spot to futz with in order to get it going again.

Then I thought about telling you a little story about our apartment, and that we’ve added one more point to the “reasons we need to move” list – we have no heat and I slept in full flannel and wool socks on last night and refused to get out of bed this morning because it was absolutely freezing.

But instead I think I’ll dedicate my 300th post to this beautiful woman.

This is my Nanny.  And while I may have (officially) adopted 2 new grandparents a few weeks ago on W-day – she’s my original.  She’s the only one I had growing up and while the new ones are awesome and I love them dearly – no one can take the place of my Nanny.

Where would I be without my mother? Where would any of us be? We wouldn’t exist at all. And the same would be true for my mom without hers. (Of course I could keep going back but this isn’t about my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother – it’s about my Nanny).

This is obviously her on W-day.  While she looked ravishing she was in quite a bit of pain that day, and 9 short days after this picture she had a hip replacement.  She’s a trooper and is recovering slowly and still in hospital. Her biggest set back is she thinks she’s still 55 and not 86 years old! (Saying a little prayer that my skin looks that awesome at 86!) When I spoke with her the night before he surgery she was nervous but told me “I’ll be a whole new woman this time tomorrow” I told her it was probably going to be a little longer than 24 hours before she felt like a whole new woman, but she didn’t pay any attention.

And you know, that’s one of the great things about her if you think about it. While she is now horribly frustrated that she isn’t springing back like the 60-year-old in the bed across from her, or her 62-year-old neighbour down the hall in her condo – she’s a fighter, and I love that about her.

So, if you could send a positive recovering thought in the direction of my Nanny today.  As we continue to visit with her and remind her of all the work those 86-year-old hips have done over the years – it’s going to take a while,  but I have no doubt she’ll be back in action and feeling like a whole new woman soon.

Could your hips carry 10 children? I doubt it.


Happy 300th post to The Twenties Roar – (I would say cheers to 300 more… but the twenties are quickly running away from me! )

All photos from the wonderfully talented David West of West Photo – don’t take what isn’t yours, but do call him if you’re getting married in York Region!

Brought to you by the number 2

We’re in the less than 2 month mark.  This means the following.

  1. Things are crazy busy
  2. I have a mini meltdown every few days
  3. I have written about 1000 thank you notes
  4. I am at once SUPER excited the big day is almost here and FREAKING OUT that the big day is almost here.
  5. I am reminded seemingly every weekend of how much love and support we have around us

But this post, has been brought to you by the number 2.

2 Weekends

2 Families

2 Showers


2 People (that’s us)

Let’s face it.  I’m seriously slacking on the blog front.  Part of it is because I’m a busy little bee on all the details. And the other part is that a lot of those details are surprises – so not great to blog about if I’d like to keep it that way.  But because of the busy part I’ll give a quick recap of the beautiful showers that were thrown for me over the last two weekends.

First – my family.  My mom has had showers for all of her family when they got married or had babies.  Kind of comes with the territory when you’re the oldest of ten kids, but mostly it’s because she’s cool like that.  Also when you’re the oldest in a big family you are generally called upon to represent that family, so Sista and I found ourselves all dolled up many a Sunday afternoon to attend yet another shower.  With each and every one Mom would say, “One day it will be your turn, and they will all come for you.”  Moms.  What’s with them and always being right?

They did come, for the most part – it is the middle of summer after all. And we enjoyed one of the hottest days of the summer outside in the gorgeous sun…. until no one could take it any more and we headed back in to the glorious air conditioning. Heaven.

Highlights included:

  1. Lots of help from my 2 fabulous little cousins with the opening of gifts.  They were so efficient Sista and I could hardly keep up.
  2. Brownies made by my lovely little cousin Demi… who is not little at all anymore but the fact that she’s 16 makes me feel old so I just like to pretend.
  3. Catching up with the extended extended family – showers are a much better place to do this than funerals I find.
  4. Not crying during my thank you – is this a sign of things to come?
  5. The lovely chocolate inspired gift from one of my aunts that melted in the sun when we thought the party would stay outside. And my cousin Olivia (3) dripping in Hershey’s kisses that were not in fact just soft but COMPLETELY melted (when I told her she was dripping and put my hand under hers to catch the drips she dumped the whole thing in my hand… I would have just licked it off but it’s amazing how classy I can keep it when all eyes are on me)
  6. Cupcakes.  Oh the cupcakes.  Enough said.
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Last weekend we went to beautiful downtown Thamesford, where you can find the Boy’s parent’s new house for shower #2 with the new family. The Boy’s mom or FMIL (Future Mother in Law – for those not familiar with the Bridal lingo) threw us a lovely shower with all of the ladies from the Boy’s family and “the community.” To be honest – because that’s what I’m about here whenever FMIL talks about “the community” it makes me think of the movie Hot Fuzz with the whacked out little village with the cult neighbourhood watch that go around killing everyone that does anything that makes “The Community” look bad and justify it all with “It’s for The Greater Good – the Grea

ter Good.”  That may not make any sense at all to anyone else but it makes me laugh every time.  ANYWAY, I met “the community” last weekend and they don’t seem cultish at all – and there was definitely no strange disappearances.  (Seriously if you haven’t watched that movie you should – it’s awesome.)

Highlights included:

  1. FSIL (Future Sister in Law for those that are a little slow) showing up 10 minutes before people were to arrive with unbrushed teeth and a hangover.  She quickly got herself together and most never knew of the rough shape of her dehydrated brain – until now. What?  It made me laugh!
  2. When I introduced my mom to everyone in the room (most of whom I had just met) and  I skipped over one lady to try to buy myself some time my mom said – “Meaghan you missed her!”  Thanks mom way to point out my not so subtle effort. (It was actually fine and I was going in the order that they came in to help my overtaxed memory – I don’t think I offended anyone)
  3. Meeting members of the Boy’s family who are huggers!  My family is slowly converting the Boys immediate family into huggers (they mostly high-five and fist bump) so when the extended family, who I had just met went to hug me I almost didn’t know what to do with myself!
  4. All of the good country wife swag.  I don’t mind since I love to bake and cook but I thought it was really funny just how much of that stuff we got in one shower – complete with an angel bell – to call him for dinner I assume? Got to keep that man happy and full after all! 🙂
  5. The 365 Vegetarian Meals cookbook from the Boy’s Grandma. I knew she was on my side!
  6. The conversation that followed about how I will never be able to make my farm boy a vegetarian (for the record I brought chicken home last night and the Boy said, “Meat? What’s going on here? I thought you wanted to eat more vegetarian?” Love him!)

Yes all in all it was a whirlwind of not just one weekend but TWO! The Boy was thrilled that they were both girls only showers and his role in wedding celebrations both weekends involved golfing. Oh! And I didn’t cry during my thank you at the second shower either – I’m telling you I’ve got this under control!

I still didn’t remember to take pictures.  Blast.

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