Monday, March 14

Books and Quotes

I just finished reading the book Don't Shoot the Dog: The New Art of Teaching and Training by Karen Pryor. Fantastic book, opened my eyes to a lot of things. A few things are really sticking with me and I have to shut myself up from telling others around me how what they are doing is wrong and they could accomplish more faster by reading and implementing what is in this book. I have been able to hold myself back because I don't want to be that person.

But what has also stuck with me is a quote she used from the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer:


All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.

Although she switched the word "truth" for "new idea". So true.

Friday, March 4

Cribs and Safety Update

I was looking over my posts and was reminded by my original Cribs and Safety post that I hadn't posted a follow-up post with the information I got from Health Canada. There wasn't much info on the specifics on their site, but I got a wonderful email response that pointed me to the legislation on the issue and and gave me the following information:

There were several changes in the 1986 cribs and cradles regulations. The distance between the bars being one but a major change dealt with the mattress support system. Prior to the change the matress support systems did not have to be permanently attached to the crib frame. There were before the change incidences with children being hurt or dying due to the mattress support system coming apart from the frame allowing a gap between the mattress and frame such that infants were rolling to the gaps and suffocating or falling out of the gap onto the floor.


It was wonderful to get such a straight-forward answer to my question on the safety issues concerning older cribs, and since it hadn't been available on a website that I had found before, I am posting it here for all.

My Artistic Side

I have never really felt I had much of an artistic side. I never liked how I drew as a kid, there were always girls in my class that could colour better than I. But I think designing web pages has opened up my mind to my artistic side. I really like the creation part of the site. I have been thinking for about a week or two of creating a new web site, even though I have existing ones I could just update.

I have been painting my front hallway for about two weeks now. I took last night off. I'm stuck on the ceiling now, which is not nearly as fun as painting the walls orange. At least the paint goes on pink (wonderful disappearing dye), rather than white on top of white, but trying to get good coverage on popcorn ceiling is maddening.

My first year in our house I hand-painted a couple dozen ceramic ornaments. I just loved it, even if it took me a week or more to get them all done. Lately, I've started spending visiting more and more crafty sites. As I mentioned yesterday, I'm enjoying Apartmentalist, recently stumbled on SouleMama which is having me think about knitting again, and I am inspired to make small food by not martha. I try to like DesignSponge, but there is just too much going on there.

I've also been thinking about getting into scrapbooking, but I think I could get really out of hand with all the supplies I would buy for that bit of crafting.

I'm thinking that I will start cronicalling my projects as LJC has. I think it would be nice to be able to see all my before and afters or even the process I went through to get things accomplished. Well at least for me. It could be a terrible bore for anyone else. :)

Thursday, March 3

Painting the house

I am in the slow process of taking my front hall from white and dark pink (previous owner's paint) to rusty orange (called Copper Coin by CIL). It is just wonderful. It gives me a great feeling to just see this warm colour on the walls.

I am getting really hooked on Apartmentalist. She has some great, realistic decorating ideas that I could actually see myself doing. I am still awaiting her completed pictures of her stripped hallway.