On the day many people were celebrating Jesus’ resurrection, I was celebrating death. Of my laptop, that is. Like Jesus, it has endured great injustices and abuse such as when I dumped a gallon of water on it last year.

Evidently it does not walk on water. Or even tread lightly.

For my latest episode, I prayed for a miracle and got one. Though functioning, I fear my laptop may be on its last legs and then I will be reduced to co-habitating with Jamie online. Word to the wise: the man does not share. I thought ice cream was his only vice but turns out any time taken away from the beloved plant porn on his computer is equal unto Gardener Geek Purgatory.

As I may be forced to take a temporary hiatus, you can find me over at Mile High Mamas on Monday giving the sordid details of our Easter. I have to say that stealing candy money from a baby was not one of my finer moments so make sure to tell me alllll about yours!

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If “Christmas is for children,” is “Easter for competition-obsessed parents?” If so, I may have coined the new tagline of the season.

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[Setting: Date night for the Canuck parents. Driving hurriedly down the freeway so as not to miss our appointment.]

Cue the music.

Jamie: Don’t let me forget to change my tail light tomorrow. Someone told me it is out.

Amber: No problem, my loving, hunka hunka hunka hubby of burning love (or something like that.)

Not even five minutes later, Jamie encounters a state trooper on the freeway and moves to pass him.

Amber: Err… Jamie? Do state troopers pull people over for broken tail lights?

Jamie: I’m not sure.

Jamie brazenly passes him. The trooper fires up the siren and turns on the lights.

Jamie: I guess that would be a “Yes.”

[Fade music, dim the lights. Or would that be another kind of dim?...]

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Getting Hadley dressed and out the door in the morning can be likened unto banging your head against a wall. With thorns. Though she has gotten somewhat better lately, brushing her hair is still an on-going battle.

Amber: [Exasperated after a 10-minute battle] Do you want me to cut your hair off all short and ugly like Bode and Daddy’s? (No offense intended for anyone with short hair).

Hadley: NOOOOOOO!

Amber: Then let me brush your hair!

Hadley: It hurts too much! I don’t want you to ever brush it again!

Amber: I am doing it as softly as I can. Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t brush your hair.

Hadley: Well, you don’t brush yours.

Touché.

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No, I’m not talking about someday having that nice house with a picket fence or being able to fit into a size five again. I am talking about when your head hits that pillow, what are you dreaming about? Do you remember your dreams? Have you ever pondered their interpretation?

I have very vivid dreams every night. A few times they have translated into gripping nightmares or deeply spiritual experiences. One night, I dreamed about my friend’s ailing mother whom I had never met. The dream was so lucid that I woke up in the middle of the night to drop him an email, letting him know I was thinking about them. I found out the next morning his mom had passed away at the same time as my dream.

Before you think I am some kind of soothsayer, let me assure you that most of the time, my dreams follow the same pattern: psychosis. And poor Jamie gets to hear allllll about them them in the morning.

There was that captivating dream when I rode to a desert island in a shark’s mouth. Or those many times I dreamed I was knocked up at BYU and was stressed because I could not get a date. Go figure.

But my most reoccurring dream is driving me nuts. I have had it in some version at least five times per week for the past few years: I am in my last semester of college with finals looming before me and I realize I have forgotten to go to class the entire semester.

Have you ever had a regular dream where you F-R-E-A-K O-U-T? That is me, running in circles, crazed that I will not graduate and trying to cram four months of work into a few days. Is it not enough that I live like this during the day but does it have to translate to nighttime, too?

It has been bugging me so much that I finally googled “dream interpretations” the other day. And do you know what I pieced together?

To dream that you forgot to attend a class you signed up for, indicates your anxieties and fear of failing. You may also be lacking self-confidence in your ability to handle new responsibilities or projects.

Gee. And I just thought it was a sign that maybe I should have gotten my Master’s Degree after all.

So, what are your interpretations, oh Dream Senseis? What are you dreamin’ about and what do you think it means?

Editor’s Note: Angie left me the following comment:

I used to have that exact same kind of dream! I had it for years — high school, undergrad, masters — seriously, years!

Then, one time I read in a magazine that the psychologist writing the article said that he always calls it “the overachievers dream.” He said that the only people that have that kind of dream are the people that would never, ever let that happen in real life.

I will take her anal retentive overachiever interpretation over obsessive failure any day.

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Ever had a trip that went terribly wrong?

That was actually my shtick back when I was a travel writer. Because every trip went terribly wrong in some way.

Like the time I boasted to my friend John that I had packed for our trip to Southern Utah in less than 10 minutes, only to discover I had forgotten the tent. No problem. It was the desert and clear temperatures were in the forecast.

It rained (those sordid details are here).

Last week was no different. Jamie and I decided to take the kids on a mid-week trip to YMCA of the Rockies, my absolute favorite destination in Colorado. Seriously. If you are planning a vacation here and want something beautiful yet affordable, this is the place.

Unless you get snowed out like we did. And end up leaving your winter paradise a day early….

Tune into Mile High Mamas on Monday for all the details and tell me about when your vacations went terribly wrong. Just to make me feel better.

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Hands down, my favorite Colorado getaway is YMCA of the Rockies. I have been to the Estes Park Center once in the summer and we recently went on our third getaway to Snow Mountain Ranch in the wintertime.

It is tough to qualify why I love YMCA of the Rockies so much. The cabins and lodges are extremely affordable but very basic; the facilities are plentiful but worn. It has more to do with the abundance of activities, the majestic Rocky Mountain backdrop and the sentiment you are in a magical place that truly celebrates family.

Unless you happen to visit during a huge snowstorm on a weekday.

Our latest trip started as fabulously as any other.

Last Monday, we checked into our three-bedroom cabin, consumed about 2,000 calories and then decided to go for a walk to burn about 30 of them off. We made snow angels, raced down the slopes and breathed in the crisp air.

Later, we went to the Kiva Center – land of indoor recreation – and were thrilled to have the place to ourselves. We shot some hoops, flexed our ping-pong chops, peppered the volleyball and I gave my 3-year-old daughter Hadley her second roller-skating tutorial.

I then went for a whirl around the abandoned rink. Despite the fact my Canadian parents stuck me in figure-skating lessons, I have always fancied myself a speed skater. I have it all: velocity and a speed skater’s physique.

Well, minus the muscles.

We returned to our cabin, snuggled on Haddie’s bunk bed and planned to spend the next day at the Nordic Center. We would shoot down the steep sledding hill, race around the ice-skating rink and snowshoe on the 100 km of world-class trails through pristine hollows and bowls.

Until the snow came. An overabundance of it. In its defense, the name of the place is Snow Mountain Ranch so there was full disclosure. But try telling that to someone who has a full slate of outdoor activities planned. The resort is certainly not lacking in indoor diversions but our midweek stay proved problematic in that the pool and gym didn’t open until later and the craft center was closed all together.

Instead of relishing the crunch of our snowshoes on bejeweled blankets of snow, we were relegated to playing tedious puzzles in the lobby and watching Amber is Grouchy Elmo in Grouchland in our cabin.

But we will return to play another day. Let’s just hope Snow Mountain Ranch implements rainchecks in the future.

Or at least one involving snow….

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I have a shameful confession to make: I am weeks behind on my blog posts. I know none of you have never procrastinated anything in your entire lives but this lil’ post of looooove has been burning a hole in my drafts for weeks.

The Canuck Clan was invited to “Hearts of All Ages” on Valentine’s Day, a schmaltzy fundraiser for The University of Colorado’s cardio and vascular center. Part of the excitement was our $400 tickets were comped and local celebrities such as Pete Coors and the mayor were in attendance.

But the main excitement was when some of my friends delivered Valentines prior to departure. I swung open the door in my spiffy dress as if to say Look, I am showered! It truly was the highlight of my day. Rubbing it in; not the shower.

I loved this event because it was designed for families. They had a clown, kid’s
craft area, balloonist, face painting and dancing. Lo, did we dance. They also touted “gourmet children’s food” as the fare de choix. Note to the wise: this is an oxymoron. I don’t care how beautifully pigs in a blanket are displayed. They are just that: pork in dough.

There were so many enjoyable things about the evening. Getting our faces painted….

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Overheard by my friend Lisa as she carpooled the kids to preschool.

Hadley: “This overpass is like the ones my daddy has to go through to go to work.”

Alex: “Yeah?”

Hadley: “Only he doesn’t work downtown anymore.”

Alex: “Why not?”

Hadley: “Well, the mean people at work – they threw fire at him.”

Editor’s Note: “M” is for “MEAN.”

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It is my birthday today. I do not say this to solicit birthday wishes. I already did that on Mile High Mamas when I required anyone entering today’s giveaway to include “Happy birthday Amber” in the subject line.

Because I am not above pandering.

And there is nothing like having my inbox full ‘o birthday love, even if coercion is involved.

Today will be pretty low-key. I will take Haddie to dance and then we are heading up to the mountains to indulge in our favorite fare at Country Road Cafe. I made this announcement yesterday amidst much protest. Admittedly, I have been resistant to making any plans and Jamie had a follow-up appointment with his former oncologist this afternoon. A doctor who requires him to fast six hours prior.

I generously offered to simply eat in front of him, reminscent of those times when I used to sloooooowly consume my ice cream so my brothers could covet mine after they gobbled theirs in one tongue swoop.

He rescheduled his appointment. What a killjoy.

Tomorrow, Grandma is coming to watch the kids while we fly out to Carmel-by-the-Sea. A land of sand, sea and story-book cottages.

And rain. Non-stop rain that is the forecast.

Welcome to my paradise….

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One of the many reasons why we are not country music fans

After the evening news, we left our television on while we bathed the kids. When we came downstairs, some country music awards were being replayed on TV.

As the monotonous MC droned on about the next presenters – “Three of our talented new heartthrobs of country: Luke Bryan, Bucky Covenington and Jason Michael Carol” – Jamie walked by and commented:

“Check it out. That chick has a beard.”

Nighttime pillow talk by those who deserved to be smothered

Me: I have been pondering the abbreviation for MC today.

Jamie: [Grunt].

Me: I mean, what does it stand for? Master of Ceremonies, right?

Jamie: [Grunt of acknowledgment].

Me: So why don’t we instead say M.O.C.? Is it because mocking them would be a bad thing?….

P.S. I just tracked a link from Google to JustMommies’ Top 100 Mommy Blogs of 2007 and was pleased to see I was ranked No. 13, which happens to be my lucky number (no lie!) Too bad it doesn’t count because it is 2008.

Anyhew, I scrolled down and on the right-hand column, I encountered this rotating ad:

Talk about demented…..

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Jamie was laid off yesterday. It came as a shock but probably should not have been a surprise. He has been miserable since he took over as the director and we have felt for a long time that he has been setup for failure.

Back in my career days, I was laid off once when I was at the top of my game. I worked in Salt Lake City for a powerful publishing company we will call Meseret Book. I was over all the events for the corporate office and their 38 stores. The employees were like family and I truly loved going to work every day.

Until a tyrannical dictator took over as president. We will call this person Heri Spew. Heri was a beloved member of the community and popular motivational speaker and author. Behind closed doors, Heri was cold, calculating and feared. You did not talk to Heri unless Heri talked to you. And if you dared to disagree with Heri? Forget it.

After receiving a healthy raise and much praise from my boss, I went to work one day to find out that Heri had axed my position, along with about ¼ of the corporate office. No warning, no severance. I was seriously bummed but I was single so I knew I would get by. It enraged me that my fellow employees and family men – many who had been there for their entire careers – were not given any provisions. Except a swift kick out the door.

I was glad I was in the first round of layoffs because Heri’s R.O.T. (or Reign of Terror as we called it) continued long after, creating an environment of trepidation for those left behind. To this day, whenever I hear of anyone praising Heri, I have to bite my tongue and think, “Oh, if they only knew.”

I am in the same situation with Jamie’s job. There is so much I could say about the gross mismanagement and certain incongruous employees but I won’t. I would like to say I am taking the high road but I am not. I just feel out of respect for Jamie, my relationship with the newspaper and key players who read this blog that I need to keep my mouth shut. For once.

Make no mistake – this is a stressful time. But there is also hope. Jamie has been “romanced” by another company for months but they have been unable to extend an offer due to some vendor contract issues. We hadn’t heard from them for a while and Jamie’s work stresses reached a climax a couple of weeks ago

The two of us decided to have a fast about the direction he should take with his job. For those not in the “Mormon know,” fasting consists of skipping a couple of meals, praying for inspiration regarding a certain cause (that also includes forgetting how hungry you are) and then proceeding to “break the fast” by eating more calories than you would consume in a week.

Two days after we fasted, he was contacted by this company and invited to sit in on a consult a few days after that. Four days later, he was laid off. A coincidence? I think not.

So right now, we are in limbo. Jamie doesn’t have an offer and things will not be in place for a few weeks, if at all. But I have no doubt in my mind that this was meant to happen, that he will move on to a better situation, whatever and whenever it may be. And though I am apprehensive, I also feel peace.

And for that, I am grateful.

Update: Jamie received a lucrative offer from the other company. We will finally finish our basement with the chunk of money from his severance package. Feeling so blessed and thank you for your support!

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