All in a Day Redux

Whee, that was so much fun!

Thanks to Alan Neal and my friends at CBC Radio Ottawa for giving me a chance to talk about my 365 project on All in a Day today! I was having quite the little moment while I was sitting in the anteroom waiting for my turn to go on, when Laurence Wall AND Alan Neal AND Ian Black were all in the studio together. CBC Ottawa trifecta!!! And dork that I am, I was too shy to say hello to either Laurence or Ian as they hustled out of the studio.

In my vast radio interview experience (comprising all of three appearances, media whore that I am) this was by far the most fun. Want to listen in? Here it is!

Project 365 Conclusion on All in a Day

(It might take a second for the MP3 to finish downloading. Be patient! Interview courtesy of and copyright Canadian Broadcasting Corporation.)

For those of you who are visiting for the first time, welcome! If you’re interested in Project 365, you can read more about it by perusing 52 weeks’ worth of blog posts, or you can see the all 365 pictures on Flickr. (If you open two tabs, you can watch the slideshow while the mp3 of the show is playing in the other tab — I only wish I was clever enough to figure out how to combine the two!!)

I also write a lot about parenting issues and fun things to do with kids in Ottawa… among a few thousand other things, should you like to pull up a chair and stay awhile.

(And Julie, to answer your question from yesterday’s comments? Alan Neal is even nicer than he seems on the radio. Hard to believe, but true!)

In which the dog hair finally snaps her last bit of sanity

There’s an old Dan Hill song (what, you don’t do early 70s Canadian folk rockers?) that has the lyric, “Freedom takes on new meaning / When you have a family of five.” With all due respect to Mr Hill, I’d like to posit that the following is also true: keeping the house clean takes on a whole new meaning when you have a family of five.

As you might remember, we got new laminate floors installed on the main floor at the beginning of December, and I’ve since spent a lot of time thinking about keeping the place clean. There’s no doubt that the house is now freer of dust, dog hair and crumbs than it was before, because instead of having these things migrate deep into the pile of the (horrendously ugly) sky-blue-washed-out-to-grey carpet, I’m now sweeping them up on a daily (sometimes twice-daily) basis. Was there really this much smutzch floating around before, or have I suddenly become hyper-vigilant to it as it dust-bunnies itself into every corner?

I’ve become alarmingly obsessive about cleaning the floors. (Not, for whatever it’s worth, much else in the house. So far.) With something like a missionary zeal, I sweep the main floor in search of every stray dog hair and crumbled bit of goldfish. Once upon a time, Procter and Gamble sent me an e-mail asking me to evangelize their Swiffer line in exchange for free product and I declined with a superior sense of derision. And today, I will tell you free of any commercial endorsement whatsoever that I am ridiculously infatuated with my newly acquired Swiffer vac. Seriously, why did you not tell me about this before? I have been freed from the tyranny of the dust pan, and any of you who have spent any time at all watching tufts of golden-retriever-German-shedder dog hair floating lazily over the back of the dust pan or dancing out of the bin on the faintest hint of breeze must IMMEDIATELY set out to acquire one. I also bought a new canister vac at the Boxing Day sales ($200 marked down to $139, with special pet hair attachment!) to replace the 10 year old Kenmore upright that was literally held together with duct tape, but it’s the zippy little Swiffer vac that really floats my boat. There is something supremely satisfying in seeing those stray dog hairs get sucked up instead of skittering away from the broom that moves me deeply.

In another life, I remember reading an article in some woman’s magazine about housekeeping shortcuts, and I knew that it was so not the kind of article for me because it suggested that you don’t have to move the sofa every single time you vacuum. I remember skimming past the rest of the article in search of the next one, with a puzzled little thought bubble over my head that said, “You’re supposed to move the sofa when you vacuum?”

Fast forward three kids and one laminate floor and here I am, moving the sofa about every third time I swifferize. By all things holy, I WILL conquer the dog hair and the crumbs, I swear it.

(There is a small, concerned voice in my head that is suggesting, in the carefully modulated voice you reserve for the craziest of people, that maybe I’m spending a little bit too much time thinking about the swiffer vac. You think?)

And since I’m rambling about cleaning, you know what else I do now that I once scoffed over in derision? I wash the kitchen floor by hand. It’s just easier that way. Next think you know, I’ll be ironing the bed sheets. It’s a slippery slope.

I wish I could declare with a smug sense of self-satisfaction that at least the floors are so clean you could eat off of them, but, well, the dog just shed another half pound of hair, I just noticed at least a tablespoon of coffee grounds that skittered out of the filter, the baby crushed a stray goldfish into powder and someone’s just tracked no-salt-ice-melter from the front hall way half way across the dining room.

And Sisyphus thought the rock was a bitch.

Tap, tap, tap — is this thing still on?

Well, hello there. You’re still here? Yay! Sorry about the extended absence. I’ve been distracted by something shiny and new that I got for Christmas. I’m so spoiled — Beloved bought me an iPod Touch! I hadn’t even asked for it, and have to admit when I opened it my first thought was, “Wow, this is great — but what am I going to do with it?” I already have my battered iPod Nano, the one that survived in the glove-box of the flaming van, and it does me fine as a music player and for the occasional game of solitaire. (Truth be told, I have been coveting an iPhone, but just couldn’t justify the monthly cost of the data plan.)

But you know what? I love it! LOVE it. I called it the MotherPod, and I’ve loaded 50 of my favourite pictures and my entire music library and filled less than 1/4 of it. In about two clicks I’d connected my e-mail account and found my way online. I wasn’t going to put any games on it, because I knew that the moment it looked like a gaming device would be the moment that I surrendered myself to sharing it with the boys, and frankly I don’t want to share. It’s MINE!

I surfed around looking for recommendations for Apps (should I capitalize “Apps”, do you think?) and found this most excellent post on Greeblemonkey, with an annotated list of all the Apps she has on her iPhone. I downloaded a couple of freebie Apps, like Google Earth and CBC Radio. (Jian Ghomeshi on demand? Be still my heart!) Did you know that there’s an App to find the nearest Tim Hortons? Now that’s useful technology. And a word game called Moxie, which is kind of meh, but I wasn’t going to start paying for games and it was free.

And then, with a few serendipitous clicks, I began reliving my digital youth. I found — are you ready for it? — Sim City, and suddenly it was 1990 all over again. Sim City? Oh, the hours I dedicated to that game, on my very first computer with the 40 MB hard drive. (Ha, some of the photos I upload to Flickr are more than 40 MB!) My only regret is that the version for the Touch doesn’t say “reticulating splines” as it loads. I never did figure out what splines were or why they needed to be reticulated.

Not too long after that, I found Tetris and I haven’t stepped away from the device since. Tetris? Oh, how I do love Tetris. It’s even MORE addictive than Tim Horton’s coffee. I haven’t yet downloaded Rockband, but I am *this* close!

So if blogging is sparse over the next little while, you’ll know that at least I’m not doing anything productive like, say, cleaning the house. I’ll be reliving my digital youth, playing Tetris and Sim City, and roaming the ‘hood looking for wi-fi hot spots.

Got a favourite App? I’ve still got 3/4 of an iPod to fill. What else have I been missing?

In defence of Donder – redux

The other day, I was on the phone at work and giving my last name to someone. They missed it and I repeated myself, “Donders, like the reindeer.” After I hung up, because the cubicle farm provides not a scintilla of privacy, a colleague asked me, “What was that you said about the reindeer?” And so I launched into my seasonal tirade, which reminded me that I almost forgot to repost it again this year. (Hey, if CBS can air How the Grinch Stole Christmas every year for 45 years, I’m entitled to a seasonal repeat too!)

And because I understand that the beauty of the Christmas special repeats is their familiarity, here’s last year’s post, verbatim:

“Oh no,” lament the bloggy peeps who have been around for a while. “Not the reindeer thing again!”

Why yes, as a matter of fact. It’s the reindeer thing again. If I can educate one misinformed soul every year about the correct names of Santa’s reindeer, my mission will be a success.

“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen;
Comet and Cupid and DONDER and Blitzen…”

As you might know, my last name is Donders. As such, it has been my lifelong quest to set the record straight and right the wrongs entrenched by Johnny Marks and Gene Autry.

Here’s a little history lesson for you. The poem “A Visit From St Nicholas”, commonly known as “The Night Before Christmas”, was written back in 1823 and is generally attributed to American poet Clement Clarke Moore (although there have been recent arguments that the poem was in fact written by his contemporary Henry Livingston Jr.) The original poem reads, in part:

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on Dunder and Blixem!

As explained on the Donder Home Page (no relation):

In the original publication of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” in 1823 in the Troy Sentinel “Dunder and Blixem” are listed as the last two reindeer. These are very close to the Dutch words for thunder and lightning, “Donder and Bliksem”. Blixem is an alternative spelling for Bliksem, but Dunder is not an alternative spelling for Donder. It is likely that the word “Dunder” was a misprint. Blitzen’s true name, then, might actually have been “Bliksem”.

In 1994, the Washington Post delved into the matter (sorry for the noisy link – it’s the only copy I could find online) by sending a reporter to the Library of Congress to reference the source material.

We were successful. In fact, Library of Congress reference librarian David Kresh described Donner/Donder as “a fairly open-and-shut case.” As we marshaled the evidence near Alcove 7 in the Library’s Main Reading Room a few days ago, it quickly became clear that Clement Clarke Moore, author of “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” wanted to call him (or her?) “Donder.” Never mind that editors didn’t always cooperate. […] Further confirmation came quickly. In “The Annotated Night Before Christmas,” which discusses the poem in an elegantly illustrated modern presentation, editor Martin Gardner notes that the “Troy Sentinel” used “Dunder”, but dismisses this as a typo. Gardner cites the 1844 spelling as definitive, but also found that Moore wrote “Donder” in a longhand rendering of the poem penned the year before he died: “That pretty well sews it up,” concluded Kresh.

So there you have it. This Christmas season, make sure you give proper credit to Santa’s seventh reindeer. On DONDER and Blitzen. It’s a matter of family pride. (Or, for more fun with the true meaning of Donder, you can read this post from the archives, too!)

An ode to runners-up

The Buffalo Bills made it to the Super Bowl and lost four straight years in the early 1990s. The Red Sox made it all the way to the World Series in 1946, 1967, 1975 and 1986 and lost each time. Jack Nicklaus finished second 19 times in major tournaments, and Susan Lucci was nominated for an Emmy Award 18 times (!!) before finally winning in 1999. Alanis Morisette, Aaliyah, Christina Aguilera, Destiny’s Child, Drew Carey, Jessica Simpson, Kevin James, Dennis Miller, Rosie O’Donnel, Le Ann Rimes, Dave Chapelle, Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears ALL appeared on Star Search without winning. Heck, even Susan Boyle was a runner up. And we all know what happened to Al Gore in 2000.

Two cheers for second place!! One for you and one for me, because you helped to vote Postcards from the Mothership as the second-place winner in the Best Family Blog category of the Canadian Blog Awards!! Yay, and thank you — times two!

The results aren’t official yet, but I can see by the voting form that the voting is complete. I’m not sure I like the new voting system, and that has almost nothing to do with the fact that I came in second by a mere — choke! — FOUR votes!! Sigh.

Speaking of which, I think enough time has lapsed that I’m now allowed to tell you about this, too. Remember back in February, the last time I was grovelling for votes in the Send a Blogger to BlogHer contest? I came in second then, too, although I was asked not to mention it at the time. Sooooooo close!

So really, thank you. I am honoured that you nominated me, and I am delighted that you tossed more than a hundred votes my way. And for the five of you who forgot to vote, you’re getting a lump of coal in your stocking this year! 😉 And heck, there’s always next year. Go for the gold in 2010, that seems to be a message I’ve heard somewhere recently…

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Speaking of second place, did any of you watch the Survivor finale last night? SPOILER ALERT!!!!! SPOILER ALERT!!!!! SPOILER ALERT!!!!! I was gobsmacked at the outcome. Seriously? Gobsmacked. I was a Russel fan from early on, and I totally think he deserved the million bucks. Nobody has worked this game like he has, and nobody has earned that million more than him. I suppose the contestants don’t see everything we see, and I didn’t yet watch the post show (I was so annoyed I went to bed at 10:05) but I imagine they just didn’t have an idea of the extent of his manipulative deviance. Brilliantly played, though, and I’m beyond excited to see the new season of heros versus villains next year. That AND Lost? The PVR will justify itself in a single seaon!!

So yeah, second place rocks!!

Dani or Danielle

My mother named me Danielle Monique. The joke was that if my father had gotten to the birth certificate form first, I would have been Monique Danielle. I’m not sure I ever asked where Monique came from, but Danielle was from a book my mom read when she was a teenager. In fact, Danielle was such a rare name in my anglo southern Ontario town in the early 1970s that a neighbour of my grandmother named her daughter Danielle after hearing my grandmother call it out for me. My folks went to Paris when I was 10 or 11 and I still have the necklace pendant they brought back for me — the first time I’d ever seen any kind of name souvenir with Danielle written on it. Of course, now that I live in the bilingual national capital, there’s a lot more Danielles around.

When I was 12, I was desperately in need of a reinvention. I’d changed schools, and wanted an even fresher start, so I started calling myself Dani. It was my dad who first called me that, but by high school just about everyone — except my mother — did. I’ve used Danielle professionally through the years, using the longer name formally and Dani informally. All my documents say Danielle, but just about everyone — except my mother — still calls me Dani.

As you can see, I’ve made quite the online brand for myself as DaniGirl. It was my friend Heather who first called me that, in my early 20s. And Beloved calls me DaniGirl, too. It still makes me smile.

As I’ve become a woman of a (cough) certain age, I’ve wondered whether the undeniably perky name Dani still suits me. When I changed jobs last month, I introduced myself as Danielle. Seems more, um, managerial than Dani. And it took about two e-mails before I was signing off as Dani, if nothing else because it saves me four keystrokes each time! Beloved and I were invited out to a social gathering on the weekend with some of my new colleagues, and it resonated in my ears when they called me Danielle. I introduced myself to strangers at the party as Dani. It’s habit now.

Names have been an interesting challenge for me throughout my life. When I got married at 20, my “practice” marriage, I took his name, even though it was so French that my little anglo tongue had to practice it for ages to get it right. And long before I knew we were headed for splitsville, I’d asked him if it would be okay for me to go back to using my maiden name. I felt lost without it. And through sheer stubbornness, I’ve saddled the boys with a mouthful of hyphenated surnames for which I’m sure they will curse me in years to come.

Care to add to this rather pointless ramble on names? Have you moved from Susan to Susie to Sue through the years? Decided that Becky was better than Rebecca? Were horrified when someone truncated your name and it stuck? Do you correct people when they call you Pat instead of Patricia? (It still gets my back up when people call me Dan. I know it’s dangerous to admit this to some of you, who will forevermore call me exactly that, but it really does grate when I hear it!)

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A propos of nothing at all — no, wait, I can make a segue out of this: Speaking of names, I’d love to be named the Best Family Blog in the Canadian Blog Awards! (Aw, c’mon, it’s not bad!) You can vote for me today and every day this week! Instructions are here, or you can just click through to the voting form and wing it — just don’t forget to press the “vote” button at the bottom and the “confirm” button on the next screen! And thanks!! 🙂

Hey, lookit that, I made the top ten!

Hey, thanks for your votes! I made the first cut on the Canadian Blog Awards to make the top 10 Best Family Blogs. Yay!!

So you know what comes next, right? Much pestering on my part for your continued voting support, especially now that I know you have to are permitted to vote every day. Hint, hint.

Let’s post those voting instructions one more time, shall we?

  1. Click on this link to the Best Family Blog poll and it will open the voting page in a new window.
  2. Scroll down until you find Postcards for the Mothership.
  3. Click on the little drop-down triangle immediately to the right of the blog title.
  4. Select “1st”. Cuz you love me, right?
  5. Optional: there are lots of other great blogs in this list, so if you want to choose more than one, you can rank your choices and toss a vote to all your favourites. I’m not entirely sure I understand the ranking system, though. You don’t have to rank or choose more than one blog to vote, though.
  6. Scroll down to the bottom of the poll and click “vote”.
  7. Press “confirm”. Don’t forget this part!

  8. Bask in the sunshine of my everlasting gratitude!

And, hey, guess what? If you found that to be an enjoying and enriching experience, great news — you can do it every day through December 19! 😉

Thanks, as always, for your affection and support. (And indulgence!)

Shameless, I am!

A couple of quick items: first, aren’t you pleased that I haven’t been haranguing you every single day to vote for me in the Canadian Blog Awards? It’s a nice change over previous years, no? But, ahem, have you voted for me under the Best Family Blog category in the Canadian Blog Awards yet? (Apparently, you could have been voting for me every day for the past week and a half. Had I only known!)

Anyway, if you missed the earlier post on it, here’s the instructions. (The fact that I need to publish instructions to harangue you for your votes definitely factored into my decision not to be obnoxious about this!)

  1. Click on this link to the Best Family Blog poll and it will open the voting page in a new window.
  2. Scroll down until you find Postcards for the Mothership.
  3. Click on the little drop-down triangle immediately to the right of the blog title.
  4. Select “1st”. Cuz you love me, right?
  5. Optional: there are lots of other great blogs in this list, so if you want to choose more than one, you can rank your choices and toss a vote to all your favourites. I’m not entirely sure I understand the ranking system, though. You don’t have to rank or choose more than one blog to vote, though.
  6. Scroll down to the bottom of the poll and click “vote”.
  7. Press “confirm”.

  8. Bask in the sunshine of my everlasting gratitude!

And speaking of shameless self-promotion, that’s entirely what I forgot to do with this. I don’t know if you noticed it sitting there unobtrusively in the sidebar since September, but I made up a calendar of some of my best images of Ottawa from my 365 project and turned them into a calendar that’s for sale on Lulu.com.

You can click through to Lulu.com to see a full preview of the calendar pages, but that seems to only work sporadically. Here are a few of the many images from my 365 project that I’ve used singly and in collages throughout the calendar:

My creation

I had a *lot* of trouble with Lulu.com, to be honest, and almost didn’t bother to tell you about it. But then I got an e-mail (that I didn’t entirely understand, to be honest) that said my calendar would be featured on Amazon.com (which I still haven’t been able to find) and I thought, “Well hell, I might as well put it on my own blog, then!”

And special for you, I’ve just dropped the price by $5.00!

I’m trapped in the basement! Vote for me to set me free!!

Okay, so the fact that I’m trapped in the basement (they’re installing the laminate over my head as I type) and the fact that I’ve been nominated for Best Family Blog in the Canadian Blog Awards are completely unrelated. And yet, they’re the best segue I’ve got. Save me from the noise (oh my sweet lord, the noise!) and the dust and the chaos, send me a vote as a salve on my twitchy soul. (Too much? Yeah, I was afraid of that.)

Ahem, anyway, they’re using a new voting system this year, and while it looks a little bit intimidating, it’s not too bad. If you would like to vote for me (please please please?) these instructions will help you navigate through.

  1. Click on this link to the Best Family Blog poll and it will open the voting page in a new window.
  2. Scroll down until you find Postcards for the Mothership.
  3. Click on the little drop-down triangle immediately to the right of the blog title.
  4. Select “1st”. Cuz you love me, right?
  5. Optional: there are lots of other great blogs in this list, so if you want to choose more than one, you can rank your choices and toss a vote to all your favourites. I’m not entirely sure I understand the ranking system, though. You don’t have to rank or choose more than one blog to vote, though.
  6. Scroll down to the bottom of the poll and click “vote”.
  7. Press “confirm”.

  8. Bask in the sunshine of my everlasting gratitude!

This is round one, and there will be a round two for the top ten vote-getters next week. Throw me a vote and send me through to the finals?

And stay tuned, because I have an awesome holiday giveaway that starts later today or tomorrow — don’t miss it!!

Is there a 12-step program for Tim Hortons?

My name is DaniGirl, and I am addicted to Tim Horton’s coffee.

*hangs head in shame*

Not just Tim’s coffee. I like my own a lot, too. But I am a coffee snob and not just any old brackish brew will do when I need my fix. Which is, for the record, regularly. To the tune of three or four large to extra-large cups a day.

*blushes in embarrassment*

I know. It’s insidious, really. You don’t realize how much you’re drinking, or how much you’ve come to rely on it, until your routine is upended by something like, say, starting a new job. You realize that the coffee on the way into the office is fairly easy to integrate into your routine, but that midmorning fix, when you get up and stretch and wander two blocks over to the Rideau Centre to get your second XL with three milks — is no longer really accessible when there isn’t a Timmy’s around the corner. Oh, I can get in my car and drive to one of four nearby Tim Hortons, or I can take about 20 minutes to walk to the nearest one about half a kilometre away. But it’s just not, you know, convenient anymore.

And, for the record, simply doing without? Not really an option. Not if I want to stay vertical and coherent for the rest of the day, anyway. Not only am I addicted, but I have no desire whatsoever to become unaddicted.

That’s not even the worst part, though. The midmorning coffee can, in fact, be rather easily acquired by either driving over to Tim’s myself, or coercing one of my new team members, likewise addicted to Canada’s favourite java, to pick one up for me on the collective morning run. But my previously-established routine also included one last large coffee to get me through the afternoon. Slipping out one to get a coffee each day seems reasonable; slipping out twice makes me feel surreptitious and guilty. “Who me? No, I’m, erm, just going to the bathroom. With my coat on. It’s cold in there, yanno!”

Yes, I know, in the world of addictions, a couple-three coffees a day isn’t too dangerous. But the change in my routine is showing me how deeply integral to my day those coffees have become! And if I don’t get them? You’ll find me face down on my desk, snoring, by lunch time. Probably not the best way to make a good impression on my new team.

Coffee is definitely my addiction of choice. What’s yours?