My amazing father is doing the CIBC 401 Bike Challenge to honour my late grandmother Gladys and her courageous 17 year cancer battle. He’ll be cycling 580 km over 2 days – from Toronto’s Sick Kids Hospital to the Montreal Children’s Hospital – to raise money for kids fighting the disease.
The CIBC 401 Bike Challenge is an extreme endurance bike ride from Toronto to Montreal. A committed group of cyclists and volunteers will depart the Toronto Sick Kids Hospital on Wednesday, August 7, 2013 and arrive at the Montreal Children’s Hospital on Friday, August 9, 2013, traveling 580km. The cyclists will make the inspired ride linking these two pediatric institutions and making a difference in their respective hematology/oncology divisions.
To make a donation, please visit: https://register.401bikechallenge.ca/EVE/donate_2.asp
My name is Lesley Bishin and I hate babies. Ok fine, maybe I don’t hate ALL babies. But you know how airline security can’t let you through with a water bottle because some a**hole once tried to fashion one into a bomb? Well if I admit I like babies I’ll count to three and someone will be handing me a squawking, flailing infant mid-spit-up. So for self-preservation purposes, we’re going to start with this over-zealous precautionary ban. The truth is I don’t hate babies. Not by a long shot. My best friend had a baby last year and the first time we met I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I wept all over him. So I don’t hate babies. But I do hate baby pushers.
Baby pushers are new parents who seem incapable of having any human interaction that doesn’t involve trying to sell you on their baby. They’re like crack dealers, trying to get you hooked on what’s got them high. “Did you see her? She got her teeth before any other child in daycare. Did you notice how good he smells? She shits gold, did you know?”Of course at first it’s fun and exciting, but if you spend too much time indulging in your friend’s new intoxicant you are bound to overdose. Of course your friends want to meet your baby, and hear all about it. But as time passes, they might also want to have a normal adult conversation of some sort where a sought-after promotion isn’t compared to your son’s potty training success.
As I neared thirty and my friends started to get married and start families, dynamics changed, as one would expect. As an outside observer, it’s exciting to share these milestones with your friends… to a point. There needs to be something that holds that friendship together, an adult understanding that extends beyond the “we got so drunk in college together” bond. To put it simply, people grow and evolve, priorities change, and I’ve never been one for keeping people around if they aren’t someone I connect with anymore. I’m not suggesting I go around cutting friendships off like cancerous moles, but I am suggesting my free time is precious, and I have to pick and choose who I give it to. Where am I going with this? Well, if you have a kid and you get busy with your kid, I understand. If you don’t return calls for the first month because you’re overwhelmed, I totally get it. If you cancel lunch because you haven’t slept, I’ll bring you a sandwich. If you need a night out with the spouse, I’ll happily babysit. But if it’s been two years, and we still have yet so see each other without your child, I’m going to stop coming around.
I have a close friend who will make concretely adult plans, and then say “you’ll be excited to know I cancelled the babysitter so you could have some Emma time.” Um, thanks? I like Emma, she’s a sweet kid, and playing “Aunt Bish” is always fun. But if I’ve made adult dinner plans, don’t suddenly inject your child into the mix and think it’s ok. If I want time with her I’ll ask for it.
In the final analysis, I admit I’m not such a baby hater after all. Babies are inherently loveable to begin with, and when someone you love creates a human being it’s an overwhelmingly beautiful thing to witness. If we’re close, I’ll actually want to spend time with your child. And I’ll want to see you with your child. Just remember that sometimes the people in your life want a little bit of you – just you – and that needs to be okay too.
The 55th Annual Grammy Awards featured a touching tribute to Levon Helm, who passed away last April after a long battle with cancer. Singing The Weight, Elton John was joined by several other musicians including Mumford & Sons and Mavis Staples (who sang the song with Levon and her family in The Last Waltz. But more about that in a minute…)
Here’s a link to the video if you’re interested:
Grammy Awards 2013- Levon Helm Tribute.
The tribute was heartwarming, and is certainly worth a watch. That being said, no one sings The Weight the way Levon sang The Weight.
The Last Waltz- one of my favourite documentaries – tells the story of The Band‘s final performance together after 16 years on the road. Concert footage is interwoven with interviews of Band members Helm, Garth Hudson, Robbie Robertson, Richard Manuel and Rick Danko conducted by director Martin Scorsese.
The format remains pretty consistent throughout the movie, with two notable exceptions filmed on a sound stage in the days after the concert: (1) The Band and Emmylou Harris performed Evangeline, and (2) their collaboration with The Staple Singers (made up of Roebuck “Pops” Staples and his daughters Cleotha, Pervis, Yvonne and Mavis) which produced what is arguably the best version of The Weight ever recorded.
Gives me chills every time!
I’ll be leading a workshop entitled “Blogging” at Ometz this coming Wednesday, February 15.
Have you ever ever asked yourself….
- Should I create a blog?
- How would I do that?
- Will that help me define my brand or get a job?
If the answer is yes, then you’ll definitely want to join us next Wednesday.
This two hour, hands-on workshop guides you to powerfully create your own postings and presence using WordPress software.
Date: Wednesday, February 15th
Time: 5:30 pm – 7:30 pm
If you’re important to me, I’ll never Lego.
This is what happens when I ask my dogs to pose for a picture.
They are siblings, after all.
Luca loves the snow….
Palmer is more of an indoor guy…
Different strokes for different folks… I like a variety of the two
Yikes, you don’t want to be this car’s owner; he wasn’t lucky enough to get out before the snow removal trucks came by and completely packed him in.
As bad as your snow day (or, any day, for that matter!) is, just remind yourself it’s better than this… After all, life’s all about perspective…
Murray Christmas to all!
My family is pretty inclusive, so our holiday gatherings end up being a mishmash of everyone’s favourite traditions.
One of the festive nights was at my place, where we fashioned a makeshift christmas tree out of a plant and a circular coffee table.
My poor dogs wore elf hats (Luca didn’t seem to mind, but Palmer was NOT pleased) while my sister donned Easter bunny ears. Why Easter Bunny ears? Well, it was kinda hot in front of the fire for a santa hat. Also, why not?
Hope your holidays are happy, whatever traditions your choose to incorporate.