Architectural plans are complete, done to scale and the necessary specifications. Handicap access has been dealt with. Parking Permit applications finished. Renovations list has been handed over to the appropriate tradesmen.
What a run-around today was, and all under serious time constraints. Thankfully this part of the process is now over. Now to practice patience, and wait for others to do what they need to so we can continue moving forward.
An evening at home is just what we need to recuperate from our hectic pace. All of us are in for a family dinner and some down time.
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Rejuvinated
We spent the first week of September at a Religious Sanctuary nestled in Washington State away from society as a whole.
I was eager for the chance to bond with Jason even further without the distractions of our usual day to day life. The opportunity to be alongside like minded friends for days of end. And the deliberate removal of ourselves from the trappings of modern society to bring us back in touch with our gratitude.
It certainly was not the experience that I had envisioned it to be. False hope, and all that. But it was certainly the experience that I needed it to be.
I grew, and not just physically. I met new friends, and reconnected with old ones. I was challenged, and over came some obstacles. I assessed my priorities and rewrote their order. I worked on some feelings of inferiority and overcame. I was held up high and practiced humility. I was overlooked and did not feel left out. I was shown love and I marveled in its beauty. I triumphed.
I went away with an agenda, and soon after arriving I tossed that plan into the trash. I moved effortlessly with the moment, from minute to minute, day to day.
Reintegrating back into my routine of home and professional life has been easy. It's some what of a relief to return to what I know and am comfortable with.
I love my family, our home, my career and of course myself.
I was eager for the chance to bond with Jason even further without the distractions of our usual day to day life. The opportunity to be alongside like minded friends for days of end. And the deliberate removal of ourselves from the trappings of modern society to bring us back in touch with our gratitude.
It certainly was not the experience that I had envisioned it to be. False hope, and all that. But it was certainly the experience that I needed it to be.
I grew, and not just physically. I met new friends, and reconnected with old ones. I was challenged, and over came some obstacles. I assessed my priorities and rewrote their order. I worked on some feelings of inferiority and overcame. I was held up high and practiced humility. I was overlooked and did not feel left out. I was shown love and I marveled in its beauty. I triumphed.
I went away with an agenda, and soon after arriving I tossed that plan into the trash. I moved effortlessly with the moment, from minute to minute, day to day.
Reintegrating back into my routine of home and professional life has been easy. It's some what of a relief to return to what I know and am comfortable with.
I love my family, our home, my career and of course myself.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Photo 27 weeks pregnant
Landmark: today we celebrate being 27 weeks pregnant.
In honor of this, Jason took a few snapshots of my growth and I not only burned dinner, but somehow managed to explode a dish in the microwave as well.
It has been quite the day.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Pride in Parenting
Today for my daughter was one lone hour of classes in her new school in the acclaimed IB diploma program. I decided to take her out to lunch to celebrate this milestone and then to drive her to her first day. My decisions were rewarded. As I dropped her off to the door of her school, she leaned over with a big smile and kissed me goodbye on the lips. Unprompted. It was the best feeling ever and I felt rewarded.
Not that there was ever any doubt, but I have raised an incredible young woman.
Not that there was ever any doubt, but I have raised an incredible young woman.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Anothers view
I receive a lot of e-mail, and am regularly overwhelmed in keeping up with it all. The topics are business, personal, disclosures, requests for assistance, critiques and of course praise.
I have written about my pregnancy a fair bit over the last five months, specifically because it is the greatest influence in my life these days and as such ruling most things.
A reader of my blog whom I have corresponded with before, wrote me today to say he had written a little something about myself. I found it heart warming to read his blog post about parenthood and so I thought I would share it with you.
Read on ...
I have written about my pregnancy a fair bit over the last five months, specifically because it is the greatest influence in my life these days and as such ruling most things.
A reader of my blog whom I have corresponded with before, wrote me today to say he had written a little something about myself. I found it heart warming to read his blog post about parenthood and so I thought I would share it with you.
Read on ...
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Girl Meets Traffic Cone
There was a petite young woman. She was terribly cute and sweet looking too, in a very naive sort of way.
It was obvious though she was not a virgin, nor a foreigner to being objectified.
The young thing wore a tiny black skirt that left nothing to the imagination, a demi bra that showed off her perfectly creamy perky breasts, thigh high stockings and come-fuck-me-shoes. She had the whole school-girl look going on.
There was music playing. The girl stood with lights highlighting her on the stage. All eyes in the audience were on her.
It was hard to miss the large orange traffic cone as the only other item set for the upcoming performance.
She moved towards the pylon while gyrating her hips. It became apparent that what we dared to think quietly to ourselves was actually about to played out before us.
The girl mounted the pylon and seductively caressed it between her thighs before she slid herself up and down a very ample length of it. The cone was soon lost in the depths of her, and we watched mesmerized as she swallowed it happily, over and over again.
This girl could most certainly stop traffic.
It was obvious though she was not a virgin, nor a foreigner to being objectified.
The young thing wore a tiny black skirt that left nothing to the imagination, a demi bra that showed off her perfectly creamy perky breasts, thigh high stockings and come-fuck-me-shoes. She had the whole school-girl look going on.
There was music playing. The girl stood with lights highlighting her on the stage. All eyes in the audience were on her.
It was hard to miss the large orange traffic cone as the only other item set for the upcoming performance.
She moved towards the pylon while gyrating her hips. It became apparent that what we dared to think quietly to ourselves was actually about to played out before us.
The girl mounted the pylon and seductively caressed it between her thighs before she slid herself up and down a very ample length of it. The cone was soon lost in the depths of her, and we watched mesmerized as she swallowed it happily, over and over again.
This girl could most certainly stop traffic.
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