Women Crush Wednesday: Louise Penny

This week’s WCW is the author Louise Penny.  

 I’ve mentioned before that I spent the summer reading her Inspector Gamache mystery series. As luck has it, my book club chose the newest Louise Penny book for our November book. So I’m back at it with Inspector Gamache and loving it. 

Thank you Ms. Penny!

Here are just a few of the reasons I find her mystery series so compelling. 

It’s set in Canada. And she really gets the Great White North. 

She describes the crisp white snow of the Quebec wilderness and I feel at home. 

She captures the creature comforts of the Canadian winter and has me looking forward to a crackling fire while a fresh snow fall decorated the yard. 

Coffee, French bread, cheese. 

The characters are just as rich. The mystery is compelling without being tense or gruesome. So, thank you Ms. Penny for the perfect sofa-in-front-of-crackling-fire book. 




Thankful: Take 3 Tuesday


T3Tuesday(this pic was taken Thanksgiving 2016 from the kayak)

Thanksgiving is such an amazing weekend and I think I can speak for both my sisters when I say we can be thankful for so many wonderful blessings!

I am grateful for new friends and my last kayak of the season

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S here. Im thankful for the time with family, delicious food and time to rest. 

Charles and I had Thanksgiving at my parents’ cottage and then Charles’ parents farm. We are well fed and well spoiled.



Ais here,

I truly can’t be thankful enough this season. I have an amazing family who are funny,giving and beautiful from the inside out.


I have an amazing new job that I am totally loving, the team works together and manages to  laugh and bond while we work! What a great community to be part of.

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I am thankful beautiful fall has arrived.


and lastly we are thankful for all of you amazing readers!

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THROWBACK Take Three: What are You Afraid of?


Who doesn’t love a throwback? Today I’m tossing it back to not so long ago but to our very first posts!

Our biggest Scares….



Up first:


I’m really tempted to be all super cool about this and say the most nerve wracking experience I had was speaking to the Canadian Senate to advocate in favour of amending the Canadian Human Rights Act to include protections for the transgender community. (not even a #humblebrag)

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That was nerve wracking! And incredible!

But in truth, my biggest fright was far less suave.

I’m not great in the kitchen.  Don’t believe me? Read on.

It happened 5.5 years ago. I know because it was about 6 months before our wedding.  I was at my parents home on the weekend and decided to cook some lunch.  Only N was home with me.

I started getting my lunch ready. Which for me is almost always a boiled egg, cut fruit and peanut butter and some crackers and cheese.

The boiling of the egg ,while simple for some, eluded me for some time, and growing up, Christmas, Easter and birthdays  often meant another tool to help me in properly boiling my eggs solo: an egg thermometer, an egg holder, an egg topper and so on.

So on this day, 6 months before our wedding, I stood, before the stove, tools ready, in my pyjamas, fuzzy slippers and, having just finished showering, a towel around my shoulders to keep my wet hair off my nice pyjamas.

Brought the water to a boil. Full marks.

Placed the egg in the boiling water. No problem.

Waited about 4 minutes. Perfect.

Removed the egg. I’m on fire.

Literally! ON FIRE!

Flames were wrapping up the length of the towel on my head.

I threw the towel down. Breathed in, breathed out.

MORE FLAMES. My pyjamas were on fire!

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I yelled for my sister.

Then, stop drop and roll, and the fire was out.

I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, tattered pyjamas and all.  Niamh took care of the fire downstairs and I eventually left the shower…eventually.

The burns weren’t permanent and there wasn’t even a scar on our wedding day.

But the soft boiled egg continues to be my Everest.

So, for those, who like me, are challenged by the soft boiled egg, a few words of advice: Don’t be fooled that the flat surface stoves are safe; don’t wear a towel around your shoulders in front of the stove; don’t cook on the back burner while wearing a towel around your shoulders; don’t reach across the stove with a towel on your shoulders; don’t think your little sister can save you from the flames – just immediately STOP DROP and ROLL.


P.S. Niamho says always keep a big vase filled with water and flowers on the table to combat flames

Niamho’s Biggest Scare!

I get spooked pretty easily! I nearly jump out of my skin if  someone walks into the room too quietly or if there’s an eerie sound of any kind! By being a huge scaredy cat I have many Big Scares, including a mistaken identity phone call about Ais…but that story is  for another day.

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House on Haunted Hill, 1959.


 Today, I will tell you about the time my mother and I got hit by a monster storm at the cottage.  Mum and I were enjoying a beautiful day puttering around the cottage, at 4pm we quit working and went down to the beach to enjoy 4sies (mandatory lounging and indulging time).

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As I begin to relax into my chair, it became a little windier. I look up and can see black clouds in the distance, far enough away not to be worried. Thirty seconds later I could hear crashing thunder and raindrops pelting the lake as  the storms begins to race across the lake right towards us! 

Now, the sky is completely black, the chairs on the deck are blowing away. We are trying to pack up our stuff, as the trees are bending and making cracking sounds around us. As I am no Helen Hunt in Twister, I just begin to run, yelling to my mum ‘leave the sun umbrella!’ We both start running up the hill, but the wind is pushing us back. We try to pull each other along as we see lawn ornaments lift from the ground. We make it to the door, both of us pulling on it, we need all our strength to pull it open, we tumble in on top of each other and BAM! The storm hits the door behind us, it is on top of us now. We can feel the cottage quiver from trees landing on the roof and it sounds like the cottage is ripping apart, we see trees and chairs fly across the window in front of us. It felt like Wizard of Oz, when the cows and the Wicked Witch fly in front of Dorothy’s window.


Wizard of Oz, 1939.

Still shaking, I look at Mum and think  if this is how we are going down, we might as well go in style! So I pour us some sangria.


About 10 minutes later the storm was done, still alive and cottage intact.



It was a beautiful, sunny, summer day. The kind of day that is begging you to go outside and enjoy it. Big white fluffy clouds, warm sun and the slightest of breezes… I thought it would be a lovely day to go visit Niamho and hangout in our parents backyard.

I had just arrived and was sitting in the bright kitchen chatting and waiting for the tea to boil.

When all of a sudden right behind me there’s a BAM! Thump!


Niamho’s eyes were bulging in shock.  I was terrified to turn around and see what could’ve made this sound.
— now, anyone who knows me knows I have an irrational fear of birds. Absolutely terrified of these beady-eyed, taloned feet, sharp beaked creatures–

So as I turn around on this beautiful sunny day to see what had hit our window I see the biggest Robin flapping back and forth with its massive wing stuck in our wooden deck.
I swear this feathered demon had to be the size of the hippogriff from Harry Potter.


I’m sweating and before I even know what is happening I hear the words “Niamho, get the work gloves from the garage.”  I look around to see who the brave soul that is going to rescue us and then I come to the horrible realization that I was the insane person who had spoken up. Niamho  returns with the gloves and I’m sweating and shaking even more now, with tears in my eyes I approached the beast.  I go out the door and hear it quickly slam behind me with a quiet little click to know that I’m locked out.
I’ve been stranded.
Abandoned by my own sister.
I am face-to-face with the beast.
It vs me.

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So with my armour on I approach. My legs slowly give out underneath me. I dropped to one knee…then the other and I’m terrified. I am screaming, I am crying and I am way too close!!
Blinded from my tears; body quivering I go and PICK UP THE BIRD!!!!!!!
The beast is flapping it’s wings at me and squawking and quickly flies away totally unharmed. Leaving me on the porch still shaking and crying but now laughing in between sobs. I couldn’t believe I had done it.  To this day I still can’t believe I have done it.  Writing this I am still shaking a little thinking of my biggest scare but I also remember how empowered I felt. So just remember no matter how big or small your scare is at least you’ll have a good first blog post.

xoxo Ais

Tell us, what’s your biggest scare?

Julie Payette is Out of this World and We Love Her! (Pun intended)

Our new Canadian Governor General is the brilliantly smart, multi-talented and a true Canadian Hero, Julie Payette is amazing and we absolutely love her!

Canada's 29th Governor General, Julie Payette, signs her official instruments as Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and Chief Justice of Canada Beverley McLachlin stand and watch in the Senate chamber during her installation ceremony Monday.

Here are some reasons why we love her!

First of all-she is an ASTRONAUT!
Like really cmon, how cool!
And not only has she been to space, she was also the first Canadian to visit the International Space Station!

She is a pilot
If spaceships weren’t not enough, she also has her commercial pilot licence

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She is a polyglot
She can speak all the languages! Well maybe not all, but a lot!

While she was preparing for her first space mission she decided to learn some Spanish, Italian, German and Russian, on top of her English and French! As if she didn’t already have enough on her mind.

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She is a pianist and sings
She has performed  with Orchestre symphonique de Montréal, the Piacere Vocale in Basel, Switzerland, and the Tafelmusik Baroque Orchestra in Toronto.

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Loves athletics
She runs, skis and even has her deep-sea diving certification!

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Most of all…

She is an inspiration to all girls!

           Julie Payette has boldly gone where no one has gone before!

Or more accurately, she has gone boldly in the directions of her dreams!

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Take 3 Tuesday: life lately



Let’s do a little check in to see where the Sistors are at? Shall we??


One meme that sums up my day:

This is an actual picture of me by 10 am. Let’s just say, hair and makeup did not cooperate.

Ok Monday, you win.

Niamho here.

So ya this is me! I started out the new school year strong but now I’m in the second month and I think I am just lucky I make it to work!



Tuesday?! Whaaa? How is it only Tuesday….IMG_2818

but actually this is pretty much life right now…. looking URR- where for costume-spiration for HALLOWEEN

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She’s not such a Good Girl 

Our little cocker spaniel mix is the queen of our little kingdom. We adore her. She gets love and walks and treats galore. 

She’s spoiled. And a handful. Although you’d never know that when you meet her. Looking at her you’d think butter wouldn’t melt. 

She stares at you and you would think she doesn’t have a mischeivious bone in her body. 

But, sometimes her monster-side comes out. Monster. 

Like recently, we went to my in-laws for the weekend. We were meeting them at a party, so we dropped the dog at their farm before joining them at the dinner. 

We played ball with her for awhile, to get rid of some energy. At home, she is crated, so when we were ready to leave, we put her in their washroom, took down everything she could drag down (towels, rugs) and brought her in a bowl of water. Ya know, in case she got thirsty. 

(That’s her, “Help me, I’m poor”, Kristen Wiig face)

We left for the party. Ate, drank and were merry. Then we went back to the farm. Thankfully, before my in laws. 

In we walked to our little angel. She was sitting in the middle of the room and every square inch was covered in the debris of what used to be the items my inlaws kept under their bathroom sink. And water. And blood. 


And she just sat there. Like #thuglife

Somehow, this dog opened up cupboards with no handles, tore apart special soaps, boxes, toothpaste packages. Everything. And bled everywhere. (Don’t worry, she’s fine and we never even figured out where the blood was coming from). 

We got it cleaned up before my husband’s parents came home, we apologized for their lost bath products and she sat wagging her tail and looking at them for belly rubs. 

After her tough day destroying my in-laws bathroom, she was tuckered out. 

Spoiled puppy. Push over dog parents.