Category Archives: My Man

Between Bounding Kittens

I am again between bounding kittens. At home. Where the blueberries are ripe, the tomatoes are orange, the hawaiian lilies are in full bloom and the bees are playing leap-frog on the dandelions and lavendar bushes.

We ventured off to a neighbouring farm and “helped” with a swarm of bees.

Really, the bees won,

we all got stung,

but it was fun.


Then we ventured over to Pike Place market. Good spice market, a little bee-beauty stand, a cheese store and we were set.


We got to watch Hazel be milked. It is still one of my life goals to sit on a three-legged stool and milk a cow. But this was pretty close.


Hazel has an unusually large udder, if you were wondering. But she’s a very good Jersey cow who gave approximately 4 gallons of milk a day, and fed her calf Louie. That is a high-producing momma if you ask me.

After our stop in the states, we were on our way to Summerland for my brother’s wedding. This is my baby brother. (I have two.) You may remember him from this posting. We camped whilst everyone else enjoyed the hotel. We enjoyed camping and got to use their showers. It was a good situation for us all around.


We got to have a leisurely morning, (when the van would start) and meander our way to the hotel where the hustle and bustle grew as more relatives and friends arrived.

After much anticipation, it was the wedding day. Brendan was ready to receive his bride, and the hot weather held off, much to the relief of all the guests.




I thought it would be a lot more emotional, seeing my little brother getting married. But I was just really excited. I love Andrea (his wife) and her family is really nice. I’m really excited to see their marriage unfold. And I get excited when I know people I love will be in my life forever as family. It is definitely a good deal for me. With all the happiness, it is impossible not to shed a tear or two.



All is well that ends well. And we’re glad to be home!

Friends as Sweet as Sombreros


I had the privelege of going to a wedding this weekend, in Terrace BC.


So if you look East of Prince Rupert, North of Kitimat, this is where I found myself this weekend. It definitely takes two days to drive there for Vancouver so thankfully, I flew.

My friends were there at the airport to greet me with the future groom wearing a sombrero, the best man in an oversized cowboy hat and sunglasses, the sister of the best man wearing a foam puck hat, a groomsman in snowman ear muffs and the groom’s sister with a huge foam finger waving ecstatically. It was one of the best airport greetings I’ve had in my life. Then we climbed into a very old motorhome, Dan still adorned in his sombrero, touring the town, honking at anyone who glanced our way. Yeah I love my friends.


I couldn’t believe how gorgeous Terrace was. As you can see by this picture, the lake behind, the snow-capped mountains. It is gorgeous up there. It was light until 11:30pm which reminded me of Inverness. The North is absolutely stunning. Oh yeah, and the wedding was pretty too.


I love how weddings bring friends together that haven’t seen each other in a long time. I love the gathering around a couple as they get married to bear witness to their commitment. And I mean, free food, need I say more?

As Dan and Kristin said their vows, I was blown away by the line “To have and to hold from this day forward.” What a heavy commitment. Pledging your life to another person in “sickness and in health.” It reminded me of watching Rich hold Patricia has she became sicker and sicker as cancer consumed her body. It reminded me of cleaning up results of a stomach flu Marc had. It reminded me of my commitment made only a couple short years ago. It reminded me of the joys and sadnesses that life holds and you have no idea which will outweigh the other when you pledge your life to bind with theirs.

Often I scoff at old traditions because I find it frustrating that people just follow through on the motions of a tradition without stopping to hold it’s meaning out in front. Why do we do this? But weddings, really, I was blown away. It is a beautiful, dangerous thing. As I said, I was honoured to bear witness to the courage of these two people, embarking on life together.


Don’t they look brave? Don’t they look happy?

Oh yeah, and I danced myself into a reputation of “free-style hippy chick” with my crazy moves. I’m paying for it today as I hobble around the house. Dancing for hours in barefeet tends to embed the texture of the stones into your feet. *sigh* Totally worth it!

Next wedding is my brothers in a few short weeks. I think I’ll cry my eyes out… water-proof mascara here I come.


Pies for Miners

Today Marc had an awful day as the internet was on and off all day. This makes his at-home job very difficult. When he picked me up from work, he was morose and gloomy. So I did what I know cheers him up the most.

I baked pies!



I don’t like baking pies very much. I’ve been known to throw pastry at the wall in a fury. But tonight I was lucky and my pastry turned out ok.


The frustrating thing is of course, the proportion to which Marc loves pies vs. how much I don’t like making them. It is an act of love. So he is patient with me when I’m grumbling at the pastry, and I attempt perseverance making pies for my love. It’s a give and take, really.

Pies are the epitome of love. The compromise of two parties to come to a mutual agreement. Pies could be marriage… And they make you fat… I think I may be on to something.



‘Twas B-earth-Day!


‘Twas my birthday yesterday and Earth day. I do not remember Earth Day always being as big a deal. I remember picking up litter on the school playground but I don’t remember doing that on my birthday. It seems lately that Earth Day is becoming more fashionable. Why is that? Are we more aware of her aging?

Anyhow, I turned 27 years old. Usually I have a little moment with myself to reflect on if I’m where I thought I’d be at 27. I am not. So I did not spend ample time thinking about it. Instead I went to the past.

I remember when I was 7 or 8, I went to the swimming pool for my birthday and invited 2 or 3 boys. That was a big deal since boys still hadn’t grown out of their cooties yet.

I had one birthday living up in Ukee that I remember my friend driving all the way up and sneaking into my house on my birthday to surprise me. Thanks Holly! You made my day!

The first birthday that Marc and I were dating, he sent his friends on a scavenger hunt to find me rainbow toe socks everywhere in Victoria. Toe socks were not in fashion then and no store had them. But I knew how many people he employed to find these toe socks when I wore them the first time and his friends were like “Hey Manda, nice socks! So glad he found ‘em!” Yeah me and my quirky taste. What a patient man.

This year, we had no money. So guess what my man did? He built me a garden box for my gear.


He painted every side with a different scene. The one you can see in this picture is of the bee hive with the honey bees flying all around. How lucky am I? So I’m hoping he’ll endow the cottage with all his creativity.

Also, I had a wonderful visitor to help me out with the garden on my birthday. And she worked very hard. I’m quite the slave driver.


Thank you Danielle. Man, I hit the jackpot by marrying into this family! Not only do I get a fabulous man, but also his fabulous sister.

Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone for wishing me happy birthday and making my day beautiful. -Theresa, I loved the cheesecake!-

Love, Amanda as a Bee xoxo


(this is who I really am still….27 don’t mean nothin’ to me!)

What brings us Togeva’ Today


Mawwage! Mawwage is what brings us Togeva’ Today!

-Princess Bride.

I just wanted to offer my congrats to my sister-in-law Danielle on her engagement. My youngest brother Brendan is off to the alter (not the slaughter- do not read between the lines) in July. Mawwage, bringing us together today!

I’m a veteran at Marriage now. Ha! It’s funny how when you’re dating, 3 1/2 years seems like For-Ev-er! But with marriage, when the rest of your life is concerned, I’m just getting started!

Whenever someone says “Oh I don’t believe in marriage.” I asked what have been their examples of marriage thus far? I’m the oddity. (In more ways than this…) My parents have been married for 28 years, my grandparents are coming up on 60 years of marriage. Marc’s parents are married 30 years this year. I have history on this, I have living proof that it can work. Successfully. Happily. This is the key.

I’ve been thinking about what advice I could offer to newlyweds, now that I’ve just graduated from the category… Here are my top 10.

10. Work out housework early. Like before the “I Do’s” have been spoken.

9. Talk about money. Talk about theories of money, how to spend, how to save, how to earn, what to invest in, talk talk talk about money

8. Talk. About something, anything, everything. Talk.

7. Do not assume. Never. Not once.

6. Forgive. When you do assume, forgive. Not only each other but yourself. Forgiveness breeds compassion. This is vital.

5. Try! Marriage takes an incredible amount of effort. Trying is the easiest thing to forget. When you just don’t feel like it, you’re already in your pajamas, you just wanna curl up, TRY!

4. Laugh. It soothes the soul, the heart, the lungs, the stomach. Laugh, it’s so good for you.

3. Don’t give up on the other person. This is not to say Try to change the other person. This is to say, do not give up believing the best, remembering what you fell in love with, noticing the charm, the mystery.

2. Listen. To the words, the cues, the protests, the jokes, the dreams. This pairs directly with talking. But this is talking’s better half.

1. Love.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

When Marc and I were dating, we read a book called “Severe Mercy” recommended by the momma. They have a concept in the book that when one of them asks for a glass of water in the middle of the night, the other one must get it for them. This request cannot be denied. Because they know that one night, they will be thirsty and they can ask the other to fetch them a drink without guilt or hesitation.

Without intentionally cementing this concept into our relationship, Marc and I have commited to this. The motivation behind the “glass of water” concept is that when one is asked, one must not deny the one they love. Marc and I both do not like driving sometimes, but if the other asks of us, then we will drive, no matter our preference. We are bound to the requests of the other.


Not only am I excited to grow old with the man I married, I’m excited to live every day with him. I was told by a friend who was in a rocky marriage, “Marry your best friend.”

Good advice.

You’re a part-time lover and a full-time friend
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

-Moldy Peaches “Anyone Else But You”