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My dad flew down to Calgary last week to help me drive my car home to Whitehorse. He visited with my sister Nat and her family. Friday evening, they all went out for dinner. Dad was sitting at one end of the table. Nat, her sister-in-law and her mother-in-law (I think) were sitting at the …

My dad tells me: “I used to read you girls nursery rhymes.” I laugh: “Yeah. I remember your nursery rhymes!” We spend the next few minutes reciting the rhymes he taught us. Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockell shells And one big F’ing onion! We snicker and …

I am driving to the Yukon with my Dad. We have time to talk in the car. I ask him, “What made you laugh when we were kids?” He paused and thought for a moment. “Well, when Natoline was just starting school, she came home one day and said:” “We were learning about babies today. …

After 48 hours or more of traveling from Calgary to France, I arrived in Caen on the train. I got off the train and saw my mum poking her head up and down searching for me in the arriving cars. MY PARENTS were expecting me on this particular train and were waiting on the platform. …

Hi Mum, I know you are leaving for Switzerland on Tuesday, and I’m pretty pleased with myself that I remembered to get you a card for Mother’s Day. But there is no time to send it, so–I’m posting it for you. Does this really exist??? I know Dad would make one for you if you …

I have been occupied lately. Trying to make big life changes. Can’t really write about them yet, but I will. In the meantime, I’ll tell you a joke my mother told me the other day. I think my dad called me up to see how I was doing and then put Mum on the line …

I spent three days last week with my Mum and my sister Nat in Vancouver. We rented a car. My mum originally counseled me not to rent a car: “There’s a lot of traffic Jennifer. A lot of traffic. And there will be all of these one-way streets. You don’t want the bother. We’ll use …

My dad phones me up later in the week. He’s disappointed. “Those sheets are defective.” “Defective, Dad?” I ask. “How can sheets be defective?” “There’s no Ken more in the bedroom.”

My dad pops up on video Skype. Whenever he logs onto the computer, he checks email, then he checks to see if I’m online. If I’m online, he clicks and dials. “Onscreen!” I mimick every time I answer the call. “Onscreen!” Click. And my dad’s video appears. “Jennie.” He’s laughing. He’s usually laughing. “Jennie. Your …

Last week, I published my list of 25 random things about me. And did all the appropriate tagging in Facebook. I couldn’t tag my friend in Yellowknife though, she’s not in Facebook. I tagged her through my blog and yesterday, she sent me her list. When this post feeds into Facebook, I’m going to tag …

I made my first video phone call today! Well..actually, it was my first bi-directional video call. The other day my friend from Yellowknife was visiting her sister in BC and they Skyped me as they were figuring out how to make things work but it was only one-way. They didn’t have a webcam. My Mum …

Nat. Remember those two (or three) illicit ABBA vinyl albums we’d play ALL DAY long until Mum and Dad came home.  Circa 1979?  Remember your portable red and white record player? And then we had to hide the albums surreptitiously somewhere so Dad wouldn’t find out we’d been listening to “that rock-and-roll shit”?  And years later, I …

I tried to help my parents update their Norton anti-virus software over the weekend. I spent a lot of time last Friday evening trying to get my Dad to download and install the new software. (Exciting single life, I know BUT I did redeem some social dignity at the English Beat concert the next night.) …

I’ve been struggling lately. Getting things done. Prioritizing. Trying to get my life in order. Trying to move forward on too many fronts. I know. I know. “Life is what happens while you’re making plans.” I bought myself this Franklin/Covey daily planner thing last week. And, I must admit that it’s actually working for me. …

I talked to the Friend in Yellowknife today. She said: “YukonJen is slacking.” Pressure. Pressure. So, here is a little update. My friend Ron from Vancouver called today and asked if I’d heard the latest R3-30 podcast yet. (Go to radio3.cbc.ca and search the site for: The R3-30: Week Ending September 25, 2008.) They were …

Hi Urban Yukon, My dad called me up on Saturday night. He says: “Jennie, I’m in trouble.” I immediately get worried that something’s happened. He says: “I lost some files. All the pictures of your mother’s quilts. We can’t find them. I even went back and did a system restore.” Ugh..Ugh.. I get him to …

I asked my Mum how Dad proposed to her. She was a bit surprised but said: Oh. He asked me at Christmas that year. That year? That year? What year? Oh umm… 1964. Yes. That’s what we planned. You planned it? I ask (a bit incredulously). You planned your own proposal? Yes. She says matter-of-factly. …

As you may have figured out, I don’t have much of a love life–but that doesn’t mean I’m not a romantic. I am–HUGEGLY SO–although I’ve never admitted it out loud before. I guess that’s what blogging is all about–living out loud. So there. My name is Jennifer and I am a romantic. I started this …

From my Mum today: Hi All, Guess what we had in the driveway this morning? A big bull moose! Dad went out the back door to get a picture of it. When he saw Dad approaching , he turned and left and went up the road, cutting through the park just beyond our fence line. …

I have much to tell about the past few days…it is always good to see family at Christmas. Highlights so far: My sister and her family arrived late last Friday night. They trimmed the tree and finished shopping and in general, and had a few days before Christmas to relax. My Dad (aka Santa) picked …

Even if it’s only a few of you…I can’t wait. The internet is pretty phenomenal , but it has yet to replace face-to-face, real human interaction. I really am in town for just under a week-much to my parent’s dismay. But–I really didn’t know what my schedule was going to be like. So, I opted …

Am terribly sorry readers. I haven’t updated my blog in over a month. I’ve got too many things on the go I guess and I can’t find the time to write in between them. How many other excuses do you want to hear? None I’m guessing. So, I’m giving myself permission to take a sabbatical …