The Daily EO: September 6th, 2013

Running with my husband is a gift and a burden.  I decided to go for a run today, and Emile said, “Hey, I’ll come with you because I haven’t gone. . . well, I can’t remember when I last went.”  And so we get out there, I my husband just skips by me – arms aflailing while he plays the drums along with what music he is listening to (trust me, it Is pre-2000 whatever it is).   And that gives me a smile every time.  And runs ahead. . . stopping only when he is just checking on me pulling up the rear.

What the hell?  Why is it that he has this ridiculous natural stamina and endurance?  Do I just drop into a walk much easier than him?  Not as mentally tough?  I don’t know.  But suppose I like spending the time with him.  Even if it is with his back.

September 6th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  Who runs to Rage Against the Machine anyways?


The Daily EO: June 21st, 2013

In Gastown tonight there was a music festival that shut down Water Street.  150 independent musical acts in about 15 different pavilions.  This was a dream come true for Emile – a large group of people, late evening light and music.  His camera and he were anxious to get going.

It ran from 5-10, and I arrived home at 6 frazzled due to ridiculous traffic.  And I didn’t want to go out, I wanted to rant about something that upset me earlier in the day.

He listened, wisely took my side and waited patiently while I spewed forth.

June 21st, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  A Husband that will listen to me even when he’d rather be doing something else.  Anything else.

The Daily EO: January 28th, 2013

I received a text saying my husband invited someone for dinner the next night.  This threw me into a little bit of a panic –  plan these things ahead, thinking out menus, grocery shopping, pre-prepping food, cleaning.  Everything is planned.  So, this was hard on me.  But then he said “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.”



Fine, I’m busy at work anyways.  Carry on.

So when I got home, Emile announced that he was going to make either Butter Chicken or Pad Thai.  I immediately tried to talk him out of butter chicken – afterall, neither of us have ever made it before and our guest was coming in less than 24 hours.  We are out of control – there isn’t a plan for this!

But do you know what? – other than rice and curry powder (easily purchased downstairs) – I already had everything on hand to make butter chicken and a readily accessible cook book with an excellent recipe.

January 28th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  It’s my planning and foresight and Emile’s spontaneity and willingness to try something new that works for us.  And his butter chicken was really good too.

The Daily EO: November 16th, 2012

My husband and I are annoyed by one main trait in each other:

  1. Failure to make decisions or take of things and just to ride along letting someone else do all the planning and work.
  2. Complete disregard of basic things like turning off the energy sucking lights, or leaving the fridge open or running the water for no reason.

Try to guess who does what.

If we fight, I’d say its 80% because of one of these things.  But recently, my husband has begun a campaign to address that which annoys me.  For example, a couple of days ago, I said we needed to figure out a place to go for dinner with my aunt on friday night.  Often, he would just throw out some suggestions and then leave the details to me.  But this time, he did research and selected a place near by.

It was troubling because here he is making an effort to change his behavior that I’ve been telling him for years annoys me, but yet he selected an Indian restaurant.  I don’t much like curry or warm yogurt, so I hesitated in agreeing.  But I liked this new campaign of his, so I thought I’d better be supportive, so Sitar it was.

I skimmed the menu avoiding seafood, hot dishes with yogurt, curry and samosas (I needed to try something different).  My aunt announced her selection of butter chicken, and that sounded pretty good in its description – when has butter or cream ever let any cuisine down?

November 16th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Listening to what my husband had to say led to an excellent meal.  Damn it!  I’m going to have to start turning off the lights.

The Daily EO: November 4th, 2012

First Look

6 years ago today, I married Emile.  I am still pretty smug about our wedding and my selection of husband.  There isn’t a more patient and generous and kind man in the world and for some reason he directs all that to me.   Because, although I have been known to be generous; patient and kind are not usually used to described me.

The wedding was pretty fantastic – a weekend celebration at an exclusive use inn in Northern Ontario.  Most of the guests arrived on Friday and didn’t leave until Sunday.  And it was perfect.  Best wedding I’ve ever been to.


November 4th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  6th Anniversary.  Consisted of moving furniture, eating nachos, napping (complete with drooling), and finishing the day with veggie hot dogs and sweet potato rounds.


The Daily EO: October 3rd, 2012

Today I signed a letter that made all of this move official.  And aspects of it were like getting married.  Yes, when Emile and I got married that was the official point that we were husband and wife yet our marriage was not made that day – it was made bit by bit, day by day over five years.

And this move, so quickly, that we are Vancouver residents before we could even realize it.  The last two months each piece was put in place, each step was taken.  So to sign the letter made it official, but it wasn’t when the work got done.

October 3rd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Me:  Materials and Logistics Manager at Rhema Health Products.

The Daily EO: September 8th, 2012

I put my husband on a plane today because he has to start his new job on Monday.  Fine wife I am.  First I convince him to move to BC with me, and then I don’t follow through.  I am not starting a new job yet and I am in the general comfort of my childhood home.  While he is working and crashing on the couch of generous friends.  I mean, that is hardly fair is it?  Shouldn’t I be facing this new challenge by his side?  Nope, I just drive him to the airport and send him on his way.  Go make us some money, honey.

September 9th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  The pretty black and white floral umbrella my mom bought me as her Going to Vancouver gift.  I’ll be pretty and dry.