Enjoy, and just imagine some major star, like Randy Quaid or something instead of Droid. These would be high price shots, man!!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Paparazzi...
So today I decided to follow Droid around and take his picture a lot to see if he could handle the pressure of the paparazzi. He did pretty good to be honest, which is kind of a bummer because I was hoping for a major freak out so I could get some good shots for all you blog faces. He only got grumpy once when he was trying to watch the hockey game (he looks pretty grumpy in most of the pics, but that's just his face). And, just like Britney, Paris and all the major starlets, he did attempt to fake a wardrobe malfunction. Don't worry, I did not post that picture. I was looking for car smashing with an umbrella Britney, not going commando Britney.
Enjoy, and just imagine some major star, like Randy Quaid or something instead of Droid. These would be high price shots, man!!
Enjoy, and just imagine some major star, like Randy Quaid or something instead of Droid. These would be high price shots, man!!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
You know what I love?
I love memories that are triggered by your senses.
For example, the smell of hand sanitizer always reminds me of when Dani (our daughter) was first born (she was in the NICU for 2 weeks so we used a whack load of that stuff!) Every time I smell it, I am transported right back to caring for that tiny little thing, and I can almost feel her so soft skin...
Every year around the end of winter, beginning of spring, I walk outside and there is this feel to the air, that reminds me of when Droid and I first met and I was realizing that I really was falling in love with this random dude I met on the internet (I know. I really can't believe I typed that sentence either. Even though it isn't as strange now as it was back then, we still cringe sometimes when people ask how we met. But that is another blog for another day) Anyways, that feel in the air reminds me of the excitement, hope and new beginnings I felt way back then.
But there is one memory triggered by my senses that I wish I could undo.
In University, I took a Mystery Fiction course. I don't know why, probably to impress Droid, but we were married at the time, so I guess I didn't realize I didn't need to impress him any more. We were reading the book The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy. It's based on the true story of a gruesome unsolved murder of a young woman. It really was a good read and was quite interesting. However, I sat down to do some research on the history and the murder in order to write my paper on the book, and I decided to have a snack while I did so. Craisons. You know, those yummy little dried cranberries?
Well, there I am munching on some craisons, googling away. And of course, horrible images come up on the screen!! Of the murder stuff! ugh! I feel sick to my stomach now just typing this out, thinking about craisons mixed with those images!!
So now, to this day, over 9 years later, I can barely eat craisons. And I try, because I like the little stinkers. But I kid you not, as soon as I look at them, I gag. I am trying to work through it, but seriously, just the other day, I opened up a new bag, and as soon as the smell hit my nose- I wanted to vomit. But, I still forced myself to put them on my salad (if you don't have any bad connections, they are mega good on salads!), but I know I made a face with every bite.
Ugh, even thinking about craisons right now I feel sick.
I'm going to go smell some hand sanitizer.
For example, the smell of hand sanitizer always reminds me of when Dani (our daughter) was first born (she was in the NICU for 2 weeks so we used a whack load of that stuff!) Every time I smell it, I am transported right back to caring for that tiny little thing, and I can almost feel her so soft skin...
Every year around the end of winter, beginning of spring, I walk outside and there is this feel to the air, that reminds me of when Droid and I first met and I was realizing that I really was falling in love with this random dude I met on the internet (I know. I really can't believe I typed that sentence either. Even though it isn't as strange now as it was back then, we still cringe sometimes when people ask how we met. But that is another blog for another day) Anyways, that feel in the air reminds me of the excitement, hope and new beginnings I felt way back then.
But there is one memory triggered by my senses that I wish I could undo.
In University, I took a Mystery Fiction course. I don't know why, probably to impress Droid, but we were married at the time, so I guess I didn't realize I didn't need to impress him any more. We were reading the book The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy. It's based on the true story of a gruesome unsolved murder of a young woman. It really was a good read and was quite interesting. However, I sat down to do some research on the history and the murder in order to write my paper on the book, and I decided to have a snack while I did so. Craisons. You know, those yummy little dried cranberries?
Well, there I am munching on some craisons, googling away. And of course, horrible images come up on the screen!! Of the murder stuff! ugh! I feel sick to my stomach now just typing this out, thinking about craisons mixed with those images!!
So now, to this day, over 9 years later, I can barely eat craisons. And I try, because I like the little stinkers. But I kid you not, as soon as I look at them, I gag. I am trying to work through it, but seriously, just the other day, I opened up a new bag, and as soon as the smell hit my nose- I wanted to vomit. But, I still forced myself to put them on my salad (if you don't have any bad connections, they are mega good on salads!), but I know I made a face with every bite.
Ugh, even thinking about craisons right now I feel sick.
I'm going to go smell some hand sanitizer.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Pretty deep stuff....
If I was a cannibal, this is what my blog would say:
I am a people person. I feed off of people. Literally.
Gross. (that's not what my blog would say if I was a cannibal. That is what my blog says now)
I am a people person. I feed off of people. Literally.
Gross. (that's not what my blog would say if I was a cannibal. That is what my blog says now)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Don't be mad at me...
I am going to ruffle some feathers here. Stir up some controversy. Some of you will feel very strongly about what I am about to say. And I'm sorry, but it needs to be said.
I am not at all a racist, prejudice, judgmental or ignorant person. I do not care about the colour of your skin, the religion you chose to follow, where you were born, where you live. Whatevs. We are all human beings, and that is all that matters to me. I do not even see those things when I look at you, I just see another human.
However, there is one group of people I just can't understand. And I don't know if I ever will. I am talking about those of you that prefer dark chocolate over milk chocolate.
Unfortunately, this group involves a lot of people very close to me. And I know they are going to be upset with me about this, but I can't help it. Dark chocolate is bitter. It's main ingredient is cocoa for goodness sakes. Sounds a little too much like caca for me.
Hey, by all means. You go ahead and enjoy your dark chocolate. I'm glad it makes you happy, and apparently it's "better" for you anyways. I'm just saying. I might make a face if I watch you eat it. And I will always kinda think that there is something wrong with you and that you must be in major need of a tongue transplant. I think instead of leaving my lungs to someone, on my donor card I'm totally going to offer up my taste buds. I think in the end, the person who receives my taste buds (or maybe it would have to be my whole tongue. I'm not a scientist or a doctor. obviously), will realize what I'm talking about and be extremely thankful.
(OMG I'm totally scared I just cursed myself by joking about donating my organs. But I'm going to go ahead and post this anyways)
I am not at all a racist, prejudice, judgmental or ignorant person. I do not care about the colour of your skin, the religion you chose to follow, where you were born, where you live. Whatevs. We are all human beings, and that is all that matters to me. I do not even see those things when I look at you, I just see another human.
However, there is one group of people I just can't understand. And I don't know if I ever will. I am talking about those of you that prefer dark chocolate over milk chocolate.
Unfortunately, this group involves a lot of people very close to me. And I know they are going to be upset with me about this, but I can't help it. Dark chocolate is bitter. It's main ingredient is cocoa for goodness sakes. Sounds a little too much like caca for me.
Hey, by all means. You go ahead and enjoy your dark chocolate. I'm glad it makes you happy, and apparently it's "better" for you anyways. I'm just saying. I might make a face if I watch you eat it. And I will always kinda think that there is something wrong with you and that you must be in major need of a tongue transplant. I think instead of leaving my lungs to someone, on my donor card I'm totally going to offer up my taste buds. I think in the end, the person who receives my taste buds (or maybe it would have to be my whole tongue. I'm not a scientist or a doctor. obviously), will realize what I'm talking about and be extremely thankful.
(OMG I'm totally scared I just cursed myself by joking about donating my organs. But I'm going to go ahead and post this anyways)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Whoa...I am officially diagnosing myself....
Alright people. We have a serious problem. I have been battling some serious "mommy brain", if you will, for some time. Mega trouble concentrating and focusing, horrible memory, forgetting how to talk at moments (seriously, one day it took me like 3 times to say Halloween), like some serious problems here. I have even had my doc check my thyroid, certain that they would find a solution there for my mental fog! I am not kidding, I even checked out the Alzheimer's website the other day. Anyways, it always gets put off as being a busy mom of three who probably isn't eating properly or something...whatevs. Anyways, at least I've put it out there now, so one day when they find something wrong I can refer back to this blog to say I knew it! If I can still read at that point anyways.
But today it has escalated to an all new level of me being concerned for my mental capacities.
I came home from work, and sat down for a moment to check out some stuff on the computer (facebook, obviously). I saw good old Tron had written a new blog, so I headed on over to check it out. Immediately I noticed she had a new follower, going by brenda. Uh, dude, that's my name, weird. I guess she knows another Brenda. So I go check out my blog. I have another follower named brenda!!! What?! So I immediately call Tron to find out who this person is she knows, named Brenda, that is following our blogs.
So I call Tron, and the plot thickens. She does NOT know another Brenda. She thought it was me following her twice, and following myself. I insist, it is not me. I was already following her a long time ago, this one showed up new today on both of our blogs.
I decided to investigate this matter further. Seriously, I was creeped out. I'm thinking someone is messing with me. I even called Droid and told him I was going to blog about this other brenda following me and messing with me. He made me promise I would not blog about it. So I click on this brenda's profile. She is following most of the blogs I follow, but not all. Hmmmm....I remember that I recently registered to follow another blog, so I go to that blog and it shows my name as brenda. So I am thinking, dude, is it me?? Should I send the brenda following my blog a message and see if I get the message to me from me?? What the what, man?? So I decide to add a picture to that profile. Then I go back to Tron's blog to see if my picture shows up with that brenda. And sure enough. There are now 2 pictures of me, following Tron. I go to my blog. Yep, there I am, following myself.
Now, I assure you. I do NOT ever remember making me follow myself, or Tron for a second time, or Droid's blog for a second time. I've decided that to be having that level of lack of recall, I must be developing a second personality.
That part that really bothers me, and is quite disappointing, is the fact that my other personality picked the name Brenda.
Too bad. Such a missed opportunity to have a different, radical name. Well, at least I don't need to feel threatened by my other personality. She's not that creative.
But today it has escalated to an all new level of me being concerned for my mental capacities.
I came home from work, and sat down for a moment to check out some stuff on the computer (facebook, obviously). I saw good old Tron had written a new blog, so I headed on over to check it out. Immediately I noticed she had a new follower, going by brenda. Uh, dude, that's my name, weird. I guess she knows another Brenda. So I go check out my blog. I have another follower named brenda!!! What?! So I immediately call Tron to find out who this person is she knows, named Brenda, that is following our blogs.
So I call Tron, and the plot thickens. She does NOT know another Brenda. She thought it was me following her twice, and following myself. I insist, it is not me. I was already following her a long time ago, this one showed up new today on both of our blogs.
I decided to investigate this matter further. Seriously, I was creeped out. I'm thinking someone is messing with me. I even called Droid and told him I was going to blog about this other brenda following me and messing with me. He made me promise I would not blog about it. So I click on this brenda's profile. She is following most of the blogs I follow, but not all. Hmmmm....I remember that I recently registered to follow another blog, so I go to that blog and it shows my name as brenda. So I am thinking, dude, is it me?? Should I send the brenda following my blog a message and see if I get the message to me from me?? What the what, man?? So I decide to add a picture to that profile. Then I go back to Tron's blog to see if my picture shows up with that brenda. And sure enough. There are now 2 pictures of me, following Tron. I go to my blog. Yep, there I am, following myself.
Now, I assure you. I do NOT ever remember making me follow myself, or Tron for a second time, or Droid's blog for a second time. I've decided that to be having that level of lack of recall, I must be developing a second personality.
That part that really bothers me, and is quite disappointing, is the fact that my other personality picked the name Brenda.
Too bad. Such a missed opportunity to have a different, radical name. Well, at least I don't need to feel threatened by my other personality. She's not that creative.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I'm a Harvard professor now...
A few days ago I finished reading The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. So naturally I now feel like I am as intellectual as the main character, Robert Langdon, a Harvard professor (I mean, I teach Kindergarten so I'm pretty close). I pretty much feel like I could crack any code.
If you have read The Lost Symbol, Angels and Demons, or The Da Vinci Code, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't read these books, go do it, then come on back so you can know what I am talking about and join the club.
So I wanted to share a little bit of that feeling with you, and since I am now that smart after reading the book, I am going to make a little code here for you to crack! Enjoy!
@#$%C$%^^^AN@**(%^)++@#YO$%^U!@#$%~BE%^&*())+!LI@#$4@EVE#@$%%^^YO&***U()+{}!@?><$ARE^*><"+@!~$%^&&*
@#$DO%^&ING*)*_%_@@$?><Q!TH@#45^$^IS&^$$%^???)(@#~+?><:"{|#@%^AW&*#@!&KW^*(*&&((?>:#!@%*()+_AR$%>:@!__--D!!+
If you have read The Lost Symbol, Angels and Demons, or The Da Vinci Code, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't read these books, go do it, then come on back so you can know what I am talking about and join the club.
So I wanted to share a little bit of that feeling with you, and since I am now that smart after reading the book, I am going to make a little code here for you to crack! Enjoy!
@#$%C$%^^^AN@**(%^)++@#YO$%^U!@#$%~BE%^&*())+!LI@#$4@EVE#@$%%^^YO&***U()+{}!@?><$ARE^*><"+@!~$%^&&*
@#$DO%^&ING*)*_%_@@$?><Q!TH@#45^$^IS&^$$%^???)(@#~+?><:"{|#@%^AW&*#@!&KW^*(*&&((?>:#!@%*()+_AR$%>:@!__--D!!+
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Live from the Emergency room!!!
Hey there Blog Faces...I'm sorry, this BloggyMcBlogerson hasn't felt much like blogging it up the past few days. Most of you probably know we've been worried about our oldest son, Aidan. For those of you who don't know, he has been having chest pains and some other issues, giving us a little scare. But, we've been to emerg, and the pediatrician, and have an appointment scheduled with a great pediatric cardiologist, so we are on the right track to making sure all is well. And he seems to feel a little better this morning, so that is a good thing for the moment :)
So I thought I would share part of a pretty funny conversation Aidan and I had during our good time in the emergency waiting room.
So there are two parts to this conversation. Naturally, Tron called me on my cell phone to check in with us and make sure we were okay. Here is how a part of our conversation went...
Me- "So I was going to name my Kindle, Steve. Everyone calls it Kindle, so I want to name mine something different. I was going to go with Steve, but then Droid got jealous thinking I must have a boyfriend named Steve and I am naming my Kindle after him."
Tron-" Why don't you name it Fartie...or Fart-E" ,/cc'xccx/'cx/'c
v :cv '
: vfd
Whoa, wait a minute, Tron did not actually say,/cc'xccx/'cx/'c
v :cv '
: vfd
That would have been weird. I stepped away to get a coffee refill and Owen (my 19 month old) jumped up to help me blog...Sorry about that. I thought it was cool so I left it.
Anyways, after Tron's suggestion of naming my Kindle Fartie or Fart-E, we talked a bit more, then hung up so my battery didn't die.
After hanging up the phone, Aidan says to me " Mommy, I heard you talking about what you were going to name your Kindle"
Me- "Ya, I was going to go with Steve, but Tron said I should name it Fartie."
Aidan- "Ya, that's a good one. Plus, then Daddy won't be jealous because it will be named after him"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
+
= FARTIE!!!!
So I thought I would share part of a pretty funny conversation Aidan and I had during our good time in the emergency waiting room.
So there are two parts to this conversation. Naturally, Tron called me on my cell phone to check in with us and make sure we were okay. Here is how a part of our conversation went...
Me- "So I was going to name my Kindle, Steve. Everyone calls it Kindle, so I want to name mine something different. I was going to go with Steve, but then Droid got jealous thinking I must have a boyfriend named Steve and I am naming my Kindle after him."
Tron-" Why don't you name it Fartie...or Fart-E" ,/cc'xccx/'cx/'c
v :cv '
: vfd
Whoa, wait a minute, Tron did not actually say,/cc'xccx/'cx/'c
v :cv '
: vfd
That would have been weird. I stepped away to get a coffee refill and Owen (my 19 month old) jumped up to help me blog...Sorry about that. I thought it was cool so I left it.
Anyways, after Tron's suggestion of naming my Kindle Fartie or Fart-E, we talked a bit more, then hung up so my battery didn't die.
After hanging up the phone, Aidan says to me " Mommy, I heard you talking about what you were going to name your Kindle"
Me- "Ya, I was going to go with Steve, but Tron said I should name it Fartie."
Aidan- "Ya, that's a good one. Plus, then Daddy won't be jealous because it will be named after him"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
+
= FARTIE!!!!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Hello? Hello?
Are you wondering if I'm still here? Because I definitely have not been blogging it up lately, right??
Don't worry, I'm still here. It is just as my pals Miriam and Juan predicted. I am back to work, therefore unable to blog it up all day. Yep, I am a teacher, so my holiday break is over.
Now I imagine a thought is running through your head, depending on where you live. If you live in Canada, you are probably worrying about that fact that I spend my days corrupting the youth of Canada, and wondering who the heck let me into the education system. If you live in the United States, you are probably thankful that I moved outta that place, so your youth are safe, for the mean time. If you live anywhere else in the world, you are probably now thinking you will never visit North America. Sorry for ruining it for you.
You see, me becoming a teacher is not my fault. It can all be blamed on my good friend Murphy and his Law. It is time for me to get my pay back. My classmates voted me class clown in high school, but I'm sure my teachers had a different word for it. Something with the word "annoying" in it, I imagine.
What I really mean though, is that me becoming a teacher is not really about me getting my payback, but is my way of paying it forward. I was blessed to have a number of incredible, patient, supportive and encouraging teachers throughout my school years. They encouraged, rather than squashed, the class clown (or annoying person) inside me. They may regret it now, if they find me blogging and exposing myself to the world, but they still let me do my thing, and be me.
So I pay it forward. I dress up like an "Officer" at school assemblies, with my pet monkey sidekick no less. I walk down the halls and am greeted with "WHAT WHAT!" from students. My main goal is to make those kids (and my co-workers ;-) ), smile on the inside and out. I want school to be a place where they feel good, about themselves and others. Where the person they are meant to be, can grow.
Whoa, speaking of school, I gotta get ready to go there now. They may let me be a clown, but they don't let me do it in my pajamas!!!
Don't worry, I'm still here. It is just as my pals Miriam and Juan predicted. I am back to work, therefore unable to blog it up all day. Yep, I am a teacher, so my holiday break is over.
Now I imagine a thought is running through your head, depending on where you live. If you live in Canada, you are probably worrying about that fact that I spend my days corrupting the youth of Canada, and wondering who the heck let me into the education system. If you live in the United States, you are probably thankful that I moved outta that place, so your youth are safe, for the mean time. If you live anywhere else in the world, you are probably now thinking you will never visit North America. Sorry for ruining it for you.
You see, me becoming a teacher is not my fault. It can all be blamed on my good friend Murphy and his Law. It is time for me to get my pay back. My classmates voted me class clown in high school, but I'm sure my teachers had a different word for it. Something with the word "annoying" in it, I imagine.
What I really mean though, is that me becoming a teacher is not really about me getting my payback, but is my way of paying it forward. I was blessed to have a number of incredible, patient, supportive and encouraging teachers throughout my school years. They encouraged, rather than squashed, the class clown (or annoying person) inside me. They may regret it now, if they find me blogging and exposing myself to the world, but they still let me do my thing, and be me.
So I pay it forward. I dress up like an "Officer" at school assemblies, with my pet monkey sidekick no less. I walk down the halls and am greeted with "WHAT WHAT!" from students. My main goal is to make those kids (and my co-workers ;-) ), smile on the inside and out. I want school to be a place where they feel good, about themselves and others. Where the person they are meant to be, can grow.
Whoa, speaking of school, I gotta get ready to go there now. They may let me be a clown, but they don't let me do it in my pajamas!!!
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