Jacquie McCarnan is a professional blogger who has taken her no nonsense approach to life, and it’s ups and downs, and applied it to the written word.
She lives in Vancouver, BC (and sometimes in Whistler) with her two gorgeous, talented children, Layne
The life of a pro-blogger is pretty sweet. It’s not like a pro-athlete though. First major difference is that there is no gear involved. That was almost a deal breaker for me, I love gear. I choose sports solely based on the gear that I would have to buy to be any good at that sport. Hence, my obsession with skiing.
I haven’t always been a blogger. I started out wanting to be a lawyer but I think that was more the influence of L.A. Law. It was pretty popular during my formative years and it looked really cool to hang out in a posh office and yell at people for a living. Once I found out what lawyers “really” do I dropped the ball.
As a result of my early determination to be a lawyer, I did a political science degree. Super useful now, let me tell you! What does a poly sci degree do for you in the “real world”? I can write a mean letter to the editor for one. But, I am digressing a bit.
Since this is the “about” page and you’re reading this I can deduce that you are actually interested in knowing a little about me. So here goes.
I was born and raising in Oshawa, Ontario to Jack and Alice McCarnan. They’re pretty cool, even now that they’re getting a bit long in the tooth. I can thank my father for my acerbic wit and sarcastic sense of humour and I can thank my mom for pretty much everything else. No joke, she’s been pretty bloody awesome through everything I’ve put her through. Which is saying something.
I was a good kid. Moderately talented at everything but not really amazing at anything. Too bad they didn’t reward mediocrity when I was a kid like they do today, I’d have a room full of trophies!
I did pretty well what I was told. Got in to a minor bit of mischief as any good suburban-raised kid will do but nothing serious. No jail time. (which makes me kind of boring i realize, so sorry
Religion wasn’t really a bit deal at our place. Golf was as close as my parents ever came to believing in some higher form of power. As in, if there was a God, he wouldn’t smite my golf game so bloody much!
We didn’t have a cottage or cabin or anything fun like that. They used the excuse that they wanted to golf on weekends in the summer, not drive for 4 hours to get eaten alive by blackflies. That’s not an argument a 10 year old can win.
So, reasonably great childhood and adolescence….check.
I kind of rolled through the next several years of my life doing all the things that were expected of, previously-admitted, suburban kids. University, degree, travel, own place, cat, boy friend, job (probably should have been a career but I couldn’t figure out what that was supposed to be so we’ll stick with “job” for now) etc.
I tried the career thing for a bit by selling life insurance. Don’t laugh! My dad was/is really great at this, the apple doesn’t fall far, therefore I ought to be a rockstar and make billions of dollars before I’m 30 so I can retire at 40….riiiiight. It didn’t really work out that way.
I hated selling life insurance. Not just a little bit either. That hatred turned me off of trying to find a career and I stumbled around in retail for about 15 years. (with a bit of waitressing thrown in for good measure)
We lived in Toronto at the time and there was a horrible recession that essentially stuck the entire city in a funk. It was a crap place to live. Everyone was sad and it was just depressing as hell so we got out.
There was little to lose by heading to the west coast. It was probably the best decision we ever made. No recession over here. Everything was growing and we were right in the thick of it in Whistler. It was an amazing time to live there. The old guard were all still around but new life was being injected into the resort with tons of money from all over the place. It was busy, exciting and, best of all, beautiful.
Whistler is good for the soul. I used to tell anyone who was down that if they’re down in Whistler they have no hope of being happy because if someone can be down surrounded by that much beauty they have some serious issues. Needless to say this did not always go over well. But, in the Whistler fashion, we would have likely been somewhat intoxicated so no harm done.
I met Pete, the husband, while traveling in Australia in my early 20′s and we stuck together through the Toronto years and through the Whistler ones too. We ran a couple of retail operations while skiing as much as possible and even tried our hand at publishing a local newspaper. We played on softball and hockey teams, had a mad social life and really enjoyed the time we were there.
We even bought our first house, a 3 bdrm townhome, while in Whistler.