Whiskey Jac

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May 12, 2014

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Invasive pop up ads on parenting sites – when you’re trying to look up something, ANYTHING, that would help a nauseated child. Fucking *genius*, I tell you. Marketing magic. 

Anyways, here is our Mother’s Day BBQ. My mum didn’t have a very restful day but she was very gracious about it all. The sick child will probably stay home tomorrow, so I’ll wash all her floors and hopefully make up for it a wee bit. Poor Nan. 


Our very old kitchen table came out of the garage to pull duty. The kids don’t even remember it, ha. 


The kids were unsure about our guests, but eventually were happy to natter. Wolfie proclaimed them “Good New Men! I wike you New Men!” They were pretty stoked about eating outside, too. 


Wolf is turning out to really love cars and trucks, and figurines. Like, wee plastic people and dragon toys and such? He will sit for an hour at a time narrating stories with them. He makes it sound like a child’s book “Hello, how are you today, Dwagon?” “I am just fine, said the dwagon, Let’s go get some lunch”. His sis never really got into that kind of By Herself play. She is much more adventurous than he is, though – you can see her climbing and swinging and testing her strength on all the park pieces back there. She’s growing like a weed and punching holes through all her pants 🙂 They were both exceedingly well behaved today, and I’ve really been enjoying my time with them. They’ve changed so much in the last few months. It will be nice to finally have the four of us all together again… Stephen is missing a lot. 


From Nana March 4, 2010

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Éowyn Catherine owns my heart. She is small but determined. Her language is unintelligible but her desires and wants are clear. Her head of crazy curls and her sparkling,
brilliant blue eyes draw me to her like a moth to a flame. Unlike the doomed moth I am rejuvenated by her touch. Éowyn Catherine is of course my granddaughter.

Written by NanaCat for a college placement exam. When she told me that she was doing the English Comp stuff today, I knew she’d write about you, Grubs. You’re everything.

I always wanted a Grandmother who loved me like your Nana loves you. I never had that. I’m so glad you will. There are so many reasons why living down south would be easier for us. Your dad and I love the Yukon for itself, of course, and for me there is this pride that goes with being a Yukoner. There are a lot of good reasons to be there, too, but the biggest one is that you have such a great family waiting for you there. Family that wants to talk with you while you have your bath, who listen to all your stories and give you crackers when I’m not looking, who throw sheepskins on snow shovels so you can take a walk in the snow with them, who colour with you, and get down on the floor to play on your level and who have pictures of you taped up in every single room in their house so that no matter where they are, you’re there with them. Family who sit around at night before bed and trade stories of your funny exploits, and your silly faces, and your scary sounds.

You are so, so loved my girl. And I want you to grow up right in the middle of all that love, I want you to be able to soak up as much of it as you can, because that is the funny thing about love, you know. The more you soak it up, the more there is. I miss my family, of course, but most of all I miss seeing them with you, and you with them.


New Start January 11, 2010

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It’s early January. In the last year my child has turned one year old, we’ve moved from the Yukon where my parents met, my brother and I were born, where I met my husband and had my daughter. We have settled in a small town in the mountains of southern B.C. – my husband has a new job, we have bought our first house, are meeting new people, and of course our girl is growing up and doing new and amazing things almost every day.

Something about the way we lost 4 months of pictures and files due to a computer crash yesterday sorta makes me think of starting new.

I’ve blogged for years and years, but I rarely put much work into it. It’s always been the most informal of journals. I’ve “met” a lot of really wonderful, and wonderfully supportive people through my Xanga account but oddly enough it’s feeling too personal. I’m not putting any effort into it these days and I think it’s time to start fresh – and really make something interesting. Even if it’s only of interest to my family.

So! Hello to anyone who happens to read this –

I’m Jac, 24 years old and a chronically awkward, bitchy, displaced Yukoner who misses her home.

My husband is Stephen,

an old man at 30 – calm, analytical, geeky, sardonic, and one of the funniest, kindest, and most loving people I know. We can be pretty different in some ways, but I think we complement each other on the whole.

My daughter is Éowyn –

17 months old with a gaptoothed smile, curly blonde hair that defies any attempts to tame it, and the silliest sense of humour I’ve ever seen. She loves being outside, tickling everything in sight, tomatoes, cheese, Elvis Presley, jumping on the couch, and books. She hates cows.

Ok? So I’m gonna be working on this. I think it will take me a while to find my voice… I’m used to ignoring the caps key and spell check, swearing gratuitously, and letting pictures do all my talking in a lot of cases. This… is going to be a little more like work – and there’s nothing wrong with that. I think I need to make an effort towards something other than house keeping and mumming. I’m hoping that that attitude will bleed into other aspects of my life, but who knows how that’s going to work out.