tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91691143768943638492024-03-21T13:11:12.880-04:00The Laundry BlogK+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-89591227495463895982011-07-28T13:48:00.003-04:002011-07-28T14:49:59.093-04:00Aaaaaaaaaand GONE!Moved again. <div><br /></div><div>Cannot stand Blogger anymore. Dashboard still unavailable. <div><br /></div><div>Here's the new pad: <a href="http://lazycakez.tumblr.com/">http://lazycakez.tumblr.com/</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing really new there yet, just a heads up to update your links ;)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768492625921737649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-49608420766286952572011-07-27T15:28:00.003-04:002011-07-27T15:35:35.549-04:00Urgh.<div>So I've got the liver of a binge drinker, I'd say alcoholic, but that's not a word I throw around lightly. </div><div><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Now, if you know me at all, you're probably thinking "WTF? She doesn't drink at ALL! Well, maybe the occasional fruity thing (more juice than booze) or well-nursed bottle of beer. She always prefers a glass of pop!"</div><div><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>And therein lies the problem. The pop. The sweets. The yummy deliciousness that is FRUCTOSE. (Oh, well that and: lack of exercise, the fact that I had Gestational Diabetes, the plates upon plates of white pasta, & the fact that my BMI is as high as a kite.) </div><div><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>How did I come upon this wonderful little nugget of news, you ask? Well, I've been having some stomach problems. Nothing big, just some things that made me wonder. My doc, being the awesome lady she is, left no stone unturned and wanted to get to the heart of things. A sonogram of my abdomen showed no enlarged organs, no rampant disease, infection or injury, but it did show some ripples on my liver. Ripples of fat. Yuck.</div><div><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Apparently fatty deposits on the liver are common in North Americans. Especially overweight, sedentary North Americans. North Americans that like to indulge TOO MUCH. </div> <div> </div> <div>And that's me. I'm not obese, but I do tend to carry a little too much extra weight around my midsection. After I had J, I lost 30 pounds on a low carb diet. I thought it would be something I could stick with (and I did for a year), but then slowly I started sneaking too much fast-food and processed goodies (CHOCOLATE! CANDY! CAKE! YUM!) into my face hole. Needless to say... Hi again 30 pounds! You SUCK.</div><div><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>So I'm back on the wagon. The weight loss & healthy eating wagon. This time I need to have a diet I can maintain. I need to fully change the way I eat FOREVER. I need to get back to the basics and cut out the refined crap, the pre-made dinners, the mountain of candy, the junk and eat more leafy greens, more red and orange veggies and DRINK MORE WATER. </div> <div> </div> <div>Not only for me and my liver. But for the 4 year old that watches everything I do, and is far too much like his mommy. </div><div><br /></div><div>*** And on a side note... Blogger is being a big hairy bitch, so I may be changing blogging platforms soon, just a heads up. I haven't been able to access my dashboard in at least 8 weeks now, and I'm getting kinda fed up. Stay tuned, and be prepared to update your links once again ;)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768492625921737649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-37085729710667130402011-06-15T09:04:00.002-04:002011-06-15T09:10:08.878-04:00The woman of the future, 1976<div><span style="line-height: 20px; border-collapse: collapse;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;" >Totally borrowed from <a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2011/06/featured-artist-la-times-woman-of-year.html">Rebecca Woolf :</a><br /><br />"The woman of the future, who is really being born today, will be a woman completely free of guilt for creating and for self-development. She will be a woman in harmony with her own strength, not necessarily called masculine or eccentric or something unnatural. I imagine she will be very tranquil about her strength and her serenity, a woman who will know how to talk to children and to the men who sometimes fear her... The woman of the future will never try to live vicariously through the man, and urge and push him to despair, to fulfill something that she should really be doing herself. So that is my first image -- she is not aggressive, she is serene, she is sure, she is confident, she is able to develop her skills, she is able to ask for space for herself." </span></div> <div><span style="line-height: 20px; border-collapse: collapse;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;" ><br /></span></div> <div><span><span style="line-height: 20px; border-collapse: collapse;font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;" >-</span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; border-collapse: collapse;">Anais Nin, Los Angeles (<a href="http://takesunset.com/2011/01/anais-nins-silver-lake-home/" target="_blank">Silverlake</a></span></span></span><span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; border-collapse: collapse;">), 1976</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768492625921737649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-80026352055491825842011-05-19T11:38:00.000-04:002011-05-19T11:39:49.883-04:00I feel it all.<div>I've always loved parties. Seriously. Everyone getting together and having a grand 'ol time, awesome! I'm in! In a similar vein, I've always hated exams, sad movies, horror flicks - everyone getting together and being stressed, sad, frightened. BAD!<br /><br />It's like I feed off the emotions of the room. Put me with 10 people stressing out and running around panicking and I'll be all "OMG! RUN AROUND WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! OMG! WHY ARE WE RUNNING AROUND WITH OUR HANDS IN THE AIR? NEVERMIND! IT DOESN'T MATTER! WE'RE ALL STRESSED OUT! AAAAAAAH!"<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Sometimes it's worked out ... You know, in certain situations, empathy can be a good thing. Consoling a friend, being a listener... In those situations, it's a gift. But holy shit, sometimes it can be a pain in the ass! Like trying to maintain a cool head in the midst of a stressful time at work. Three quarters of the office freaking out about this, that and the other thing and I'm left rocking back and forth in the corner with my fingers in my ears.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>And feelings, thoughts, ideas are hard things for me to let go of. Coming home from work and trying to switch to calm mommy mode is exceedingly difficult sometimes. Even after decompressing over dinner, I'm still sometimes so agitated by things that happened that morning that I'm still ranting by bedtime. A guy in a flashy BMW cutting me off on my route home will stick with me for DAYS. Seriously, he's done it twice in the past week. I remember you, jerk.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>My escape has always been music. I tend to listen to the same stuff over and over and over, mostly because I know how it will make me feel - like a perscription drug for my mind. I have music to help pick me up, music to keep me calm, music to cry to, laugh to, yell to. My emotions feed off the music instead of the world around me. It's like I'm on my own little island. Lately, however, music hasn't been helping as much as it should. Sometimes the outside world is just too much and whilst adrift on Classical Music Island, a construction crew of Sales Reps starts blasting away on the beach.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>So my question to you (if there is still anyone who's reading!!! LOL!): How do you deal with stress? What are your escapes from the stressors of everyday life?<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>I'd love to hear some fresh new ideas :) I promise I'll only visit your island briefly! ;)</div>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-60858807671595507222011-05-10T15:57:00.001-04:002011-05-10T15:57:55.354-04:00Just sayin'It's <a href="http://laundry-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/doubles-vision.html">that time</a> of year again!!!!K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-52112557328712822482011-05-10T15:10:00.003-04:002011-05-10T15:56:25.977-04:00Hieeeeee!Okay, so I've been away for... Um... A bit. :)<br /><br />But I'm back now! YAY! PARTY!! Balloons! Confetti! A BIG cake with a fondant me on it, waving!<br /><br />I really needed to take a break from the interwebs. My appetite for message boards and social networks and bloggers/blogging/all things blog related was really detracting from my real life. You know, the one with people instead of avatars and the sun, grass and air and such.<br /><br />I started backing away from the computer earlier this year, and then lent came around and I was all like "Hey! An idea is forming in my head about interwebs and lent..." and my Muslim train-buddy was all like "Hey! Why don't you give up the internet for lent!" And I was all like "Hey, what a great idea! WAIT A MINUTE. Why is a Muslim giving me ideas about what to give up for lent?" Turns out, she was right - it WAS a great idea and it really helped me re-connect with the important people in my life - which was why she suggested it in the first place, so props to her for that! I'll be going to her again next year for my next lenten sacrifice - I hope she doesn't say ice-cream. ;)<br /><br />I can't promise I'll be a regular blogger again (work is busy, home is busy, LIFE is busy) but I can promise to post whenever I can form coherent thoughts (40% of the time) and get to a computer for an extended period of time to write them down (20% of the time).<br /><br />So hey y'all, what's new?!?!?! :)K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-72783811741990118682011-01-10T16:44:00.005-05:002011-01-10T16:52:28.398-05:00The forest for the trees.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntxMs4Vdl5McpkPGkwKdFK-3B1GVgk1T4t2Y8UAGxnpffv1PGbpJmBrjqLQrKJ4UE-pLaYjGCcP95DthLT-GZcoSG81zs_YZGyq5iSgh8d2kfdFfJLVed2N4DGyed4_GFG9CT0WdEak1J/s1600/PDVD_028.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntxMs4Vdl5McpkPGkwKdFK-3B1GVgk1T4t2Y8UAGxnpffv1PGbpJmBrjqLQrKJ4UE-pLaYjGCcP95DthLT-GZcoSG81zs_YZGyq5iSgh8d2kfdFfJLVed2N4DGyed4_GFG9CT0WdEak1J/s400/PDVD_028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560677586868078322" border="0" /></a><br />S and I had a long talk the other night. It was a long time coming. We talked about babies.<br /><br />I had brought up the topic of having another child (?) on many occasions, only to hear, "Let's talk about it later." or "Let's just see what happens." We had agreed months ago to let nature take it's course. No preventing. If it happens, it happens. This fed the mama hormones in me nicely. Mmmmm... Baby thoughts. The biological clock ticked quietly.<br /><br />But there were no +'s on my tests month after month. 2 week waits (the time between ovulation and testing) came and went. There were tears. Why wasn't this working? Would it take another 3 years to have another one? What happens if it doesn't... happen?<br /><br />So, I said it. "How far to we push this? How far do we go? How badly do WE want another child?" I knew the answer before he responded, before he finally sighed and told me what he was thinking. It was obvious that he wasn't as "desperate" (for lack of a better word) as I was. But I pretended I didn't know. "You want to really try for another one, don't you?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />I'm not going to lie, it hurt.<br /><br />"This is why I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to hurt you. But I don't want to try everything to have another one. If it happens, it happens, but I'm happy the way things are now."<br /><br />We talked about reasons. His are very valid. Mine are very valid. We agreed, over all, that were in this as a team, together. We would figure this out. We talked and cried and hugged and talked some more and we ended up in the same place, but different.<br /><br />I watched part of a special on the weekend called 'It Might Get Loud" and a quote that the Edge (*swoon*) said, stuck with me:<br /><br /><blockquote>"When you go past a managed forest, you see a mass of tree trunks. Then at a certain point, you look again, and you realize they are all in perfect rows. Clarity. Clarity of vision. What you've been looking at from the wrong angle and not seeing at all. You labor. You sweat to see what you couldn't have seen from that other perspective."<br /><br />- The Edge, in It Might Get Loud.<br /></blockquote><br />I was wandering through that forest, before our talk, trying to get some form of clarity. Not knowing what I was really looking at, only seeing things from my one perspective. Then S finally opened up, pulled me aside and showed me the rows. Finally. Clarity. Raw, searing, truthful clarity.<br /><br />There is a good chance that J will be an only child. I'm becoming okay with that.<br /><br />It's going to take time to use up the tests, to stop tracking my cycles, to not flinch when someone asks "When are you having another one, eh?!" but the more I talk to S about it, and the more I reach into my own psyche, the only thing I can see are those lines of trees.<br /><br />And even though I'm not perfectly okay with that, I'm getting there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqLd141HNPAqdCPS9qV0hht0SupCS5iBkfq8shfwT1huaT-2INaX8EJn2XYjSxhnlNV8xijqVvSVDwPttXy0e9khC3IlDMD70ecNHGgrdhMoqNy7SHi3JYJZ0VAs-1cKxxxeeQ8uAtziI/s1600/PDVD_024.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqLd141HNPAqdCPS9qV0hht0SupCS5iBkfq8shfwT1huaT-2INaX8EJn2XYjSxhnlNV8xijqVvSVDwPttXy0e9khC3IlDMD70ecNHGgrdhMoqNy7SHi3JYJZ0VAs-1cKxxxeeQ8uAtziI/s400/PDVD_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560677717976344914" border="0" /></a>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-61028702146210063312010-12-15T13:24:00.003-05:002010-12-15T13:25:24.921-05:00Something close to my heart...For those, like me, who love the CBC... Please sign this petition!<br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0" width="400" height="470" id="eawidget" align="tl"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://act.friends.ca/ea-campaign/flash/campaign.swf?xml=http%3A%2F%2Fact.friends.ca%2Fea-dataservice%2Fdata.service%3Fservice%3DGetCampaignWidget%26token%3D46f4f32c-5a04-41f6-bcc4-562a59750653%26widgetId%3D96%26ea.tracking.id%3D40627523" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="salign" value="lt"/><br /> <param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><br /> <embed src="http://act.friends.ca/ea-campaign/flash/campaign.swf?xml=http%3A%2F%2Fact.friends.ca%2Fea-dataservice%2Fdata.service%3Fservice%3DGetCampaignWidget%26token%3D46f4f32c-5a04-41f6-bcc4-562a59750653%26widgetId%3D96%26ea.tracking.id%3D40627523" salign="lt" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="470" name="buildform" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" /><br /></object>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-22675161855485682582010-11-30T20:52:00.001-05:002010-11-30T20:54:13.089-05:00Well bust my buttons......Guess what was just "shipped"? (I say "shipped" cuz I won't truly believe it until I see it...)<br /><br />A pair of iPhone 4's.<br /><br />Hmm.... Isn't that iiiiinteresting... ;)K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-37222869709038130382010-11-30T15:35:00.008-05:002010-11-30T16:17:45.559-05:00*Sigh*OMG. Waiting. It kills me.<br /><br />I really thought that I was becoming a little more patient, but, it appears that I have totally lost any patience I've gained within the past few years.<br /><br />Also, lies. They kill me too.<br /><br />The <span style="font-weight: bold;">short </span>story is this:<br /><ul><li>We ordered our iPhones from Telus on the 19th (renewing our contracts with a "Friends & Family" discount)</li><li>We were told 3-5 business days for delivery</li><li>A week passed, no phones</li><li>We called to find out why and were told there is no inventory in the warehouse. It should be sent out soon.</li><li>Heard from a friend (new Telus client) that her iPhone was sent out yesterday - they told her there was a lot of inventory.</li><li>Called Telus again saying "WTF???" We were told that there are 2 warehouses, 1 for new clients, 1 for renewing clients. The new clients' warehouse is full, the renewing one? Not so much. Oh, and it'll be another 4 weeks for delivery.</li><li>Told Telus Worker Friend about wait, she said she'd talk to someone for me.</li><li>"Someone" called and said they'd look into the situation for us, what the inventory looked like, and where we were on "the list" (???)</li><li>That was Saturday, still no call. Calling "Someone" goes straight to voicemail.</li></ul>At this point, I'm ready to switch ALL our services to Rogers. And I know, I know... Another big corp. is no better, but seriously, I feel like chopped liver with Telus mobility. As I mentioned, that's the SHORT story, and it really ain't short. (I fully left out the part where a CSR told us that she'd put a note on our file and that we could go to a store and pick up our phones with our discount, sent S to the store, had the phones activated, then told him "Nope, you have to wait for delivery, there is no note on your file." DE-activated the phones and sent him home... OMG, and there's more but I want to punch something just thinking about it!!!!!)<br /><br />It really sucks that loyalty means squat. You'd think that a company would want to retain old customers at the same time as raking in new ones, but it really doesn't look like it.<br /><br />Ah well, I'm very close to my breaking point with Telus Mobility. They're going to have to make some iPhones materialize SOON, or it's off to Rogers we go - Cable, internet & cellular. Although I have a funny feeling that they don't give a crap.K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-53389339363715734062010-11-22T15:41:00.001-05:002010-11-22T15:41:38.820-05:00Mule-ismOkay, so I have a little confession. I went and bought me an iPhone 4.<br /><br />That, in itself, wouldn't be a bad thing, right? So I bought a phone - WHOOPIE!!! :P But I bought an "iPhone". That's the thing. I was really anti-Apple for a while there. Like, REALLY anti-Apple. And this was coming from someone who's first computer was an Apple 2E. Who's second was a MAC Classic. I had changed because in my mind, Apple had changed!!!<br /><br />"iPhones, iPads, iPods, they're all overpriced for what they are." I would say, "You can get an Android based phone, tablet PC, MP3 player that is SO much better (spec-wise) for SOOO much less than an Apple product! You're just buying the name. That's it, people just want the name. They're all just mindless marketing junkies."<br /><br />Then all of these "i-Products" came out "Use this with your iPod!" the commercials would say, and I'd shake my fist at the television "Stupid Apple! My MP3 player is just as good and it cost me SO much less!!! And now there's all these products that you can only use with iPods?!?! CURSE YOU, APPLE, WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS!"<br /><br />I even had a heated argument with my uncle (an avid Apple fan), we left shaking our heads at eachother.<br /><br />Then I got a deal, a deal that was to good to pass up. I could get a brand new iPhone4 for LESS than a comparable Android based phone.<br /><br />WHAT?!<br /><br />At first I thought the choice was obvious. "Duh, the Android market is BOOMING! They have almost as many apps as iPhone!! Why would I go with an Apple product!?"<br /><br />Then I started to really think about it.<br /><br />"They have almost as many apps.... Hmmm... Well, the iPhone doesn't have an expandable memory. 16G is not enough room fo... Well, actually 16G is pretty big... Hmmm.... Well, I'd be tied into a contrac... Hmmm well I would anyhow... Well maybe the camera isn't as... Hmmm the camera is pretty good...."<br /><br />I was beginning to wonder. Why was I so dead set against getting this phone in the first place?<br />The price.<br /><br />Once price wasn't an object, my lingering anger with "Apple in general" was holding me back. My own damn stubbornness was fogging up my brain.<br /><br />Did I really want an iPhone?<br /><br />So I did some more research and I realised "Hey, they've got this face-time thing! Hey! iTunes isn't THAT hard to use!!!"<br /><br />Suddenly, comparing the real thing and the "just as good" thing made the "just as good" thing pale in comparison.<br /><br />So I took the plunge. I ordered it, and I've been impatiently waiting for it to be sent since Friday!! I've been checking out all the apps, and the gizmos and reading more about it, and I have to admit, I'm really excited!!<br /><br />I really have to stop being so stubborn and close-minded. I'm beginning to realize that I'm much more stuck in my ways than I formerly thought. Must work on that!K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-69930884765820704452010-11-16T12:28:00.004-05:002010-11-16T12:33:00.721-05:00PRINCESS!!!<span class="messageBody">Is it silly to be excited about an upcoming Royal wedding? Cuz I am (both silly and excited). To quote a co-worker of mine "I want to be a princess!"</span><img src="http://ads.forbes.com/RealMedia/ads/adstream_lx.ads/forbes.com/leadership/blogs/carolinehoward/index.html/L53/1545224267/x81/OasDefault_v5/AdSense_blogs_slideshow_100927/AdSense_blogs_slideshow_100927.html/6e79454b58457a69764a514141626863?_RM_EMPTY_&largeads=false" width="1" height="1" /><br /><br />From Forbes:<br /><blockquote><h1 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title"><a href="http://blogs.forbes.com/carolinehoward/2010/11/16/prince-william-to-wed-kate-middleton-announced-on-facebook-twitter/?boxes=financechannelforbes">Prince William To Wed Kate Middleton In Biggest Royal Event Since Diana</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://specials-images.forbes.com/imageserve/0g8v2dM1Dx8Sm/486x.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 262px;" src="http://specials-images.forbes.com/imageserve/0g8v2dM1Dx8Sm/486x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></h1><span>It was officially announced this morning that Prince William and Kate Middleton are engaged and will marry in 2011. You could almost feel the sigh of relief from this side of the pond.<br /></span> <p><span>In a thoroughly 21st century twist, the engagement was simultaneously announced </span><span>on the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheBritishMonarchy/posts/176042659073183" target="_blank">British Monarchy’s Facebook</a> page and <a href="http://twitter.com/BRITISHMONARCHY" target="_blank">Twitter</a> feed. (Queen Elizabeth just joined FB earlier this month. Coincidence?)<br /></span></p> <p><span>William and Kate, both 28, were engaged in October while they were vacationing at a Kenyan game reserve, and the wedding will take place in the spring or summer. </span>According to the <em><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1330151/Prince-William-Kate-Middleton-engaged-marry-2011.html#ixzz15SE1ApsX" target="_blank">Daily Mail</a></em>, bookies have made August 13th and Westminster Abbey early favorites for the wedding date and venue. HRH Charles, Prince of Wales, and Lady Diana Spencer, William’s mother, were wed at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London in 1981. <strong> </strong></p> <p>Everyone is “absolutely delighted” (Queen and Duke of Edinburgh), “thrilled” (Earl Spencer, William’s uncle and the brother of Diana) and “<span>incredibly excited” (Prime Minister David Cameron). </span></p> <p>The focus, of course, is on Kate. Or should I say the former “Waity Katy” and the future “People’s Princess or Queen-In-Waiting?” The former because she hung in for eight years in a long, slow and steady courtship and the latter, well, the comparisons to Diana, who died in 1997, are obvious. More on that.</p> <p><span id="more-1473"></span>The pair first met in 2001 while attending St. Andrews University, eventually sharing a house with friends. William entered the military, graduating as an officer at Sandhurst in 2006, while Kate has never really had a job.</p> <p>The jeers have always been audible amid the tepid acknowledgment that <em>it’s really hard to work </em>with all those paparazzi following her every step since Day One. Or March 2002, when we were first introduced to Kate when William paid £200 to watch her model a sheer black lace dress in a fashion show. (Not a job–it went to charity!)</p> <p>Kate is both a professional and romantic blank slate. Let’s face it; she’s been dating William since she was 20 and, as the <a href="http://www.montrealgazette.com/Prince+William+marry+Kate+Middleton+2011/3834897/story.html" target="_blank"><em>Montreal Gazette </em>points out</a>, has “no history of posting titillating status updates or blurry pics from the latest party.” She has been the essence of discretion–which in this day may be more valuable than royal blood. Kate will be the U.K.’s first middle class queen-in-waiting.</p> <div> <div> <p>“We have a lot to learn about our future Queen,” Robert Finch, Dominion chairman of The Monarchist League of Canada, told the<em> Gazette</em>. “Part of the interest and excitement surrounding Miss Middleton is the mystery, quite frankly.”</p> <p>Princess Diana was a mystery too. Which is just the beginning of the comparisons. Both are natural beauties and fresh spirits. They dress well and like to wear hats. Kate comes to the engagement as far more confident and poised than Shy Di. Of course, Diana was just 19 when she became betrothed to an obviously reluctant Charles, while Kate is nine years her relative senior. And William appears smitten with her.</p> <p>For example, according to the <em><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/theroyalfamily/8136681/Royal-wedding-how-does-Kate-Middleton-compare-to-Princess-Diana.html" target="_blank">Daily Telegraph</a></em>, when one friend once remarked she was lucky to be with William, Kate reportedly quipped: ”He’s lucky to be going out with me.” In contrast, in the early days of Diana’s relationship with Charles, she said: ”If I am lucky enough to be the Princess of Wales….”</p> <p>In the royal fantasy, Diana weds Charles in a storybook wedding and made-for-Disney marriage. We all know how that ended–which is not to discount Diana’s very important charity work with HIV/AIDS and landmines. But it’s also the Kate-William fantasy. What this couple needs is the exact opposite.</p> <p>Here’s a start: The couple will live in North Wales. Prince William will continue to serve with the Royal Air Force. Kate needs to shed the “Waity Katy” moniker once and for all and find something to do–fast.</p> </div> </div></blockquote>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-31402421241861805772010-11-11T21:27:00.002-05:002010-11-11T21:58:07.492-05:00Days off: How to screw them upToday was the day off that never should have happened. Well, it was going to happen anyhow as my employer gives EVERYONE Remembrance Day off. But, oh dear Lord, I have to shoot lower on my expectations. FOR REALZ.<br /><br />I was looking forward to today for a couple of reasons, I was going to take J to school (only got to do that once - on his first day) and we were going to have our family photo taken.<br /><br />June Cleaver-ish thoughts were running through my head. "Oh, yay! I'll make pancakes for breakfast! I'll get J all ready for school, and we'll sing the whole way there! I'll wave goodbye, jet off to the mall, grab a tea and do some window shopping! YAY! Sounds like fun!"<br /><br />I failed to remember how non-"Leave it to Beaver" our life actually is.<br /><br />S let me sleep in, which was AWESOME, but I missed out on breakfast with J - Strike 1! When getting J ready for school he went into full meltdown mode because he couldn't get his thumb in the mitten hole, time was ticking away and dude REALLY WANTED TO PUT HIS MITTENS ON RIGHT so I hissed through my smile "Sweetheart, we really HAVE TO GO." which sent him into hysterics about how horrible the world was because he couldn't get on his mitteeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnn!! But mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm I need my mittennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnns..<br /><br />Omg.<br /><br />So I slung the screaming preschooler over my arm, frantically throwing together the order form for his school pictures with the payment ($23 for a class picture and 2 5x7's - I KNOW!!! HIGHWAY ROBBERY!), and we were off, him wailing in the back seat and me desperately counting down the time when I could get that warm tea in my hot little hands. I sailed into the classroom (J had FINALLY calmed down by this point) JUST before they locked the doors. PHEW.<br /><br />Not really how I'd pictured the morning.<br /><br />Speaking of pictures... What a freakin' gong show. I won't go into details but it involved us all sitting in the most AWKWARD positions imaginable, some crazy lady taking like 3 photos, and afterward, me bawling my face off in the parking lot.<br /><br />"I suck at life." I wailed "I had so many awesome plans for today and they all SUCKED!"<br /><br />S calmed me down, he always knows what to say. He reminded me that life's just like that - it never goes as planned, and you really have to wing it sometimes and just go with the flow. Through all my rigidity and trying to follow "the plan" for the day, I had missed so many opportunities to just enjoy my time off*<br /><br />So the day ended on a better note, a wild ticklefight in our big comfy bed, a crazy splashy bath and then lots of cuddly books and warm hugs before bed.<br /><br />Maybe tomorrow there will be pancakes, we'll have to wait and see.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*For those wondering, I *did* respectfully take a moment of silence at 11:11 to think about everyone who helped make our freedoms possible. </span>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-40587778855392049442010-10-26T15:57:00.001-04:002010-10-26T16:00:52.967-04:00Move over, Elephant...<div>Okay. So here's the deal. I typed up a WHOLE bunch of opening lines for this post and none of them were any good. So, one after another they were brought into existence and then promptly deleted.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>First off, I'll address the elephant. No, I haven't posted frequently or recently. I suck. Let's move on, k? ;)<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>So, now that that's out of the way! How's it going, interwebs?<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Me, oh I've been good :)<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>S & I took a LONG OVERDUE vacation ALONE at the end of the summer. We rented a beautiful cottage up north and lazed each day away. We talked (!) and laughed and were silly childless folks for a long weekend. We ate like kings every day and poked a campfire every night. We strolled through "town" with no direction and no preparation. We did whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted and we loved it. We listened to old tunes and reminisced about days past. We missed our little guy and we gave him tonnes of extra hugs when we returned. It was SO NICE. We agreed that we needed to do this more. We reconnected when we didn't even realize that we had disconnected. Perfect timing. :)<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Then September came, and things changed & they stayed the same. J started nursery school (!) and,like the sponge he is, he's soaking it all up! He's made some buddies (!) and loves his teacher. Every night we ask him what he did today, and every time it's "Nothing." but then out of nowhere, we'll be folding laundry and he'll sing a whole song I've never heard before and he'll say "I learned that at SCHOOL!". It's awesome. HE'S awesome. We have long conversations about EVERYTHING. His desire to learn is unsatiable. And he's OH SO stubborn. Dude doesn't want to do something? Dude doesn't do it. Or dude doesn't do it HAPPILY. I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA where he gets it from. His father. Yeah that's it. Let's go with that. ;)<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>I was told I'd be starting a new SUPERAWESOME job in September, so I started training for it. And then September came and left. I was then told that I'm not quite going to be doing SUPERAWESOME job, but PRETTYBORING job mixed with SAMEOLD job. Meh, at least it's different, kinda. I get a paycheque and I don't hate it, so meh.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Everything else is pretty normal. The cat's still alive, the house is still up (we got our ducts cleaned - WOOOOOO! :P ), we're still puttering along :) Not much else to report :) Halloween is coming up, and this will be J's first door-to-door tick-or-treating extravaganza so hilarity will undoubtedly ensue... I'll be sure to report back :)<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>TTYS, interwebs!!!!<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>K<br /></div>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-34853646567518138512010-07-30T09:18:00.002-04:002010-07-30T09:40:38.915-04:00SLACKER!Yeah, okay, so I'm a blogger slacker. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? :P<br /><br />I've been MEGA busy in every other aspect of my life, it's just nuts!<br /><br />Let's see... What's been happening here...? Okay so here we go (in a jumbled kind of order):<br /><ul><li>our stove crapped out</li><li>we got a new stove</li><li>our water heater leaked all over the laundry room floor - THROUGH THE FLOOR - into our front hall closet<br /></li><li>we cleaned out our closet and repaired some of the water damage</li><li>we got a visit from the water heater people, they said we needed custom work, bla bla bla bla...<br /></li><li>we got a new water heater</li><li>J learned to ride a trike</li><li>we got a surprise visit from an old friend who will be getting married soon!</li><li>we all got sick</li><li>we all got better</li><li>we all got sick again</li><li>we're getting better</li><li>we started watching the new season of True Blood :)<br /></li><li>we got new glasses (& i got prescription sunglasses!!!!)<br /></li><li>i had a cupcake sale and raffle at work for <a href="http://to10.endcancer.ca/site/PageServer?pagename=to10_homepage">my walk in September</a> & raised over $400! (and ran out of cupcakes 1/2 hour after the damn bake sale started!!!!</li><li>we started (crazy casual) potty training, it seems to be working :)</li><li>i went low-carb again<br /></li><li>i lost 7 pounds</li><li>we ate lots of cake</li><li>i gained 5 back</li><li>we bought new shoes</li><li>i began training for a new position i'll be starting in September!<br /></li></ul>PHEW!<br /><br />I'm sure there's a tonne more stuff to update on, but that's it for now. There seems to be so little time to update my blog, but I'll try harder to post on a regular basis.<br /><br />I truly find posting to be cathartic & fun :) I'm just a lazy ass most of the time and would rather sit on the couch, eating Sea Salt & Pepper chips and watching stupid videos on You Tube when I have a spare moment. ;)K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-44608954474781028512010-06-05T14:11:00.001-04:002010-06-05T14:37:23.909-04:00*Knock Knock* This is Reality, can I come in please?After months of procrastinating and avoiding the issue, I finally signed up J for Nursery School this afternoon.<br /><br />Honestly, I'm elated, really I am. That doesn't, however, erase the fact that after signing on the dotted line and shaking the Director's hand, I walked out to the parking lot and cried in the car.<br /><br />My baby is growing up.<br /><br />I looked at the little chairs at the little tables and thought "They're too tall for J, his feet will be dangling over the edge!" But then after walking around on my tour and looking closely at everything, reality sunk in. The kid is 3 feet tall, of course the chairs aren't too tall, and the sinks aren't too high, and the slide isn't too big. Everything is just his size.<br /><br />This place was made for kids HIS AGE.<br /><br />It hit me, HARD. The reason I had been delaying his registration (and missed 2 other registration days) wasn't because I was busy or because we didn't have the registration fee, or the paperwork... It was because I was scared to let my baby grow up. My baby is growing up. My baby is going to go to nursery school in September. And then he's going to go to ELEMENTARY school, and then high school, and he's going to get his driver's license and go on dates and drink alcohol...<br /><br />That's what kids do. They grow up.<br /><br />My baby... My boy is growing up.K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-64311505075248443302010-05-13T09:22:00.000-04:002010-05-13T10:02:49.714-04:00Thoroughly sucked inI'd never been a sports fan. I happily went about my life never checking "the scores", never rooting for "my team". I went to Jays games with my dad for the sheer enjoyment of being with him, eating ballpark hot-dogs and getting to ride on the train downtown. It never crossed my mind to follow the players or get wrapped up in stats and trades.<br /><br />Then, in 1992 the Jays won the world series. Then, they won again in 1993. Baseball fever swept through my city at a maddening pace. It was then that I <span style="font-weight: bold;">got it, </span>I understood the allure of unity, the sense of belonging, the universal joy that came with rooting for YOUR team and watching them win.<br /><br />In 1997 I fell in love with a Habs fan. It was as much of a religion to him as Catholicism was to me. He watched all the games, he kept track of the trades, he had Habs t-shirts and hats and little zambonies emblazoned with the "Bleu, Blanc et Rouge". I'd never been this close to true fanhood before, it intrigued me.<br /><br />When I got a job at CBC television in 2004 I began to see the true scope of hockey fever. The Hockey Night in Canada song was an anthem, everyone around me was in Hockey pools, last nights game was thoroughly analyzed and discussed 'til people were out of breath. Honestly, it was hard to not get caught up in it. It couldn't be avoided. And my initial curiosity came out to play. I deemed myself a Habs fan, picked up a shirt with the Canadiens crest and wore it proudly.<br /><br />And so we get to the present day... The Habs are in the playoffs! And they're doing SO WELL! I've worn my t-shirt and jersey to work more times than I thought I ever would and find myself asking "Did you SEE the game last night?!"<br /><br />Best of all, I see my little boy singing O' Canada (both the french and english lyrics!), chanting "GO HABS GO!" and wearing HIS jersey proudly and think "How amazing would it be for him to see HIS team win the Cup?!"<br /><br />Allez, <span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">Montréal! </span></span>On va gagner!<br /><br /><object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JOo60x1GjjM/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOo60x1GjjM&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOo60x1GjjM&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-59714037116031389312010-05-01T21:13:00.000-04:002010-05-01T21:23:04.019-04:00Children's Medication Recall - Motrin & Tylenol<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8D_AECt-Em3q3lc0gePSKWsOUJFfO5mlyfYWBPsHW_rtGZ_xP4Ub4wv16EnIManTb19Gu2lIJNQNCCJlx2-GFpJCgv_grmgH4Qw6q3CoLLXDEOELisRiNm7xMH37VMruipTkFNcDEG8RK/s1600/motrin_tylenol2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8D_AECt-Em3q3lc0gePSKWsOUJFfO5mlyfYWBPsHW_rtGZ_xP4Ub4wv16EnIManTb19Gu2lIJNQNCCJlx2-GFpJCgv_grmgH4Qw6q3CoLLXDEOELisRiNm7xMH37VMruipTkFNcDEG8RK/s320/motrin_tylenol2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466474906469122722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Certain formulations of Children's Motrin & Tylenol were recalled yesterday. I wanted to spread the word about this since although our Tylenol was fine, our Motrin was included in the recall (a half used bottle).<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />From CBC.ca: </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cbc.ca/health/story/2010/04/30/childrens-medicine-recall.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dozens of children's meds recalled</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are the DIN numbers of the products in question (from: </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.mcneilcanada.com/en/downloads/JJ_Release_on_April30.pdf" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank">McNeil Consumer Healthcare</a><span style="font-family:arial;">):</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Infant's MOTRIN* Suspension Drops Dye‐Free 30ml 02238626</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Infant's MOTRIN* Suspension Drops Dye‐Free 15ml 02238626</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension Dye‐Free 120ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension 120ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension Grape 120ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension Grape 30ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension Bubblegum 120ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension Tropical Punch 120ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Infant's MOTRIN* Suspension for Fever due to Colds/Flu 30ml 02238626</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's MOTRIN* Suspension for Fever due to Colds/Flu 120ml 02242365</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Children's TYLENOL* Cough & Runny Nose Suspension 100ml 02292122</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.cbc.ca/health/story/2010/04/30/childrens-medicine-recall.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a>K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-36531853406711851962010-04-30T13:13:00.000-04:002010-04-30T13:56:07.746-04:00Not that it's any of my business, BUT...I just read a post by Amy over at The Stir ( <a href="http://thestir.cafemom.com/toddler/102211/when_clueless_people_attack">Here it is</a> ), and it completely brought me back to when I was on maternity leave.<br /><br />To sum up the article, many parents have had instances where complete strangers have, directly or indirectly, advised them on how to parent their child or have made comments or given "looks" demeaning the parent or the child.<br /><br />I can't tell you HOW MANY times this has happened to me. I would hazard to to guess it's somewhere in the range of ... Oh... Eleventy billion.<br /><br />The comments that hit me hardest were the ones about J's cyst.<br /><br />A little back story: J was born with a <a href="http://www.seattlechildrens.org/medical-conditions/common-childhood-conditions/dermoid-cyst/">dermoid cyst</a>. It was a big bump, right near his left eyebrow. For 2 years, it looked as though he had been bonked, hard, in the face and a giant goose-egg had formed. We were VERY VERY lucky, and the cyst was only filled with fluid. Over the past 6 months, the cyst has almost disappeared. The untrained eye would never know it ever existed. But, when I was on maternity leave, it was VERY apparent.<br /><br />Everywhere we went, people would make comments about his "bump".<br /><br />"OH dear! Poor little boy! Did you hit your head? You have to watch them ALL THE TIME, don't you?" (said with an accusing glare).<br />"Wow. What happened to his face?" (exact words)<br />"OUCH! That must have hurt!" (Furrowing their brow at us.)<br /><br />Seriously. All. The. Time. And these comments were from people that we didn't know from Adam. It got to the point where I'd just concede defeat and say "Yes. He hit his head." and walk away.<br /><br />I know that the opinions, comments and "suggestions" are going to flow even more when J starts with the extreme public tantrums (we've had a few thus far, but they've been mild and easily diffused), and I really feel for parents of children with special needs. It's really gotta sting when uninformed strangers continually question your parental adequacy.<br /><br />Bring on the <a href="http://www.ahealthyme.com/topic/tantrum3to6">tantrumy threes</a>!!!!<br /><br />Yee-haw.K+S+Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10301094284688752673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-80403702265619463672010-04-15T14:01:00.000-04:002010-04-15T14:13:28.246-04:00Doubles VisionYou know how I know that summer is around the corner? La Limonada is open!!!! I gots me some juicy doubles!!!!!!! WOO!!!<br />
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For those of you going "Wha? Huh? What has she been smoking?", I'll explain.<br />
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Doubles are wicked awesome little sandwiches from heaven. No lie. They're curried chick peas (channa), mixed with spicy chutney and a little bit of pepper sauce for a kick, sandwiched between two fried flatbreads known as "bara". Bara are like a cross between crepes and naan, and are so freakin' delicious I can barely stand it.<br />
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If you want some doubles done right, you have to go to <a href="http://lalimonada.com/">La Limonada</a> in Toronto, ON. The people are the nicest people ever and every item on their menu (note: doubles especially) is delicious and inexpensive.<br />
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While you're there (FYI: the "Sloppy Jerk" is supposed to be really good as well) grab a freshly squeezed lemonade, it's the perfect compliment to their spicy dishes :)<br />
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Can't. Talk. Longer. Must. Eat. Doubles.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-81161156478816927002010-04-12T14:52:00.000-04:002010-04-12T14:59:25.995-04:00April Sunshine Brings Spring CleaningThe weather has been absolutely divine recently, 10 degrees above average some days! I realize this is more than likely due to global warming and the bugs will probably be ferocious this summer, the heat sweltering. So I'll enjoy the sunny days at the park while I have them. Complete with cool breezes and chilly evenings.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S8Nre6OC0EI/AAAAAAAANpg/BzcU6-uXiig/s1600/March+31+2010+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S8Nre6OC0EI/AAAAAAAANpg/BzcU6-uXiig/s200/March+31+2010+012.JPG" width="175" /></a></div>Things have been busy at home, which is the excuse I'll make for not posting recently ;) Last week I went through 90% of J's old clothes, newborn to present. I snapped pictures of the less worn items and sold them away to ladies with big, beautiful pregnant bellies and to moms with chubby little newborns and barely walking toddlers.<br />
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While I thumbed through piles of shorts, t-shirts, onesies and tiny little socks, I reminisced about the "early days" with my son. The days of spit-ups, and amazing firsts ("OMG he rolled over!"). The long, painful nights of no sleep, and pumping, and waking in a panic, searching for the baby I put in his crib 2 hours ago. I remembered his first few amazing steps, the first time he said mama. I tried not to get sad as I handed over his little tiny jeans, or his small "Baby Bum" hoodies (the one he wore on his first swing ride), reminding myself that I had hours (days?) of video footage at home, and thousands (!) of photos. But I still lost a small, tangible part of his history in the past few days. "He was this small once?" "How did my long lanky boy ever fit into these itty-bitty pants?"<br />
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*sigh*<br />
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Needless to say, I had to keep <b>some </b>things.<br />
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Call <a href="http://www.aetv.com/hoarders/index.jsp">Hoarders</a> if you will, I'm not going to budge. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-24403923892463200052010-03-24T12:01:00.000-04:002010-04-12T15:04:46.291-04:00Positively positive!<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Disclaimer: The post title does not refer to any "pee-stick tests" or anything, so don't start getting your hopes up, MOM! LOL!) </span><br />
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So, yeah! Today's a freakin' good day so far!<br />
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I realised that I never post about good things much anymore, and that all my updates seem to come at stressful or trying times, so I thought, HEY! How about some good news there, BEYOTCH?<br />
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The sun is shining, I just filled out the forms for our <a href="http://laundry-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-so-let-start-over-again.html">weekend getaway</a>, and since there's nothing better than some retail thereapy, sometimes... BAM! Here are the shoes I'm gonna get this afternoon!:<br />
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Yee haw! ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-34832826672459913252010-03-16T09:26:00.000-04:002010-04-12T15:04:51.605-04:00Sometimes addiction isn't such a bad thing...Right?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-28962650620793093302010-03-15T15:45:00.000-04:002010-04-12T15:04:54.934-04:00Melt your brain for a good cause<div></div><div>I was just introduced to<a href="http://freerice.com/index.php"> freerice.com</a> and was instantly hooked. </div><div></div><div>Basically, you answer multiple choice questions on a <a href="http://freerice.com/subjects.php">subject of your choosing</a> (Mine? English vocab., natch...) and for every correct answer they donate 10 grains of rice through the world food program. Not bad, eh? But DAMN, some of the questions are hard! They make you WORK for that rice! </div><div></div><div>Like, dude, "acidulent?"</div><div> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S56NofaeCYI/AAAAAAAANPQ/xrarCi2RLmg/s1600-h/FreeRice+-+Mozilla+Firefox+3152010+32846+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S56NofaeCYI/AAAAAAAANPQ/xrarCi2RLmg/s320/FreeRice+-+Mozilla+Firefox+3152010+32846+PM.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>Wha!?!?</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S56Nxwoj82I/AAAAAAAANPY/AtX3WIRhjcI/s1600-h/FreeRice+-+Mozilla+Firefox+3152010+33606+PM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S56Nxwoj82I/AAAAAAAANPY/AtX3WIRhjcI/s320/FreeRice+-+Mozilla+Firefox+3152010+33606+PM.bmp.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>Oh yeah, sour. Of course, sour. See, I knew that... *EEP!*</div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S56OEORZdvI/AAAAAAAANPo/03ACZtdx498/s1600-h/FreeRice+-+Mozilla+Firefox+3152010+33757+PM.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3d2dRs6AwY/S56OEORZdvI/AAAAAAAANPo/03ACZtdx498/s320/FreeRice+-+Mozilla+Firefox+3152010+33757+PM.bmp.jpg" /></a></div><div> Now that's some hard-earned rice ;)</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169114376894363849.post-22751687407778113672010-03-11T12:22:00.000-05:002010-04-12T15:05:29.089-04:00Blergh...I figured it was time for an update, but now I sit here with not much to say. I've started and stopped a gazillion posts, but nothing has ever really struck me as "post-worthy".<br />
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Vegetarianism is going very well, it's becoming easier and easier to make balanced, meatless choices as I slowly venture into the world of soy and tofu. (FYI: If you're in Toronto, <a href="http://www.freshwestgrill.com/">Freshwest Grill</a> offers a WONDERFUL Southwestern Salad with Soy. OMG. HEAVENLY.)<br />
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Other things have been happening, some good, some not so good, but suffice to say life is going well RIGHT NOW, so I can't ask for more, really ;)<br />
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Anyhow, I'll try to post more on everything soon when my mind is a little less foggy :) TTYL!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0