Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
A top ten - by Roz
The top 10 days of this year:
10. January 1st. Everybody had fun. I'm sure you can think back to what you did and agree that 2007 started off pretty fantastic. If it didn't, I appologize on behalf of the universe and will petition to declare next Wednesday January 1st and we'll go to a movie or something. My treat.
9. March 3rd? I forget which day the curling tournament is. That's not a good sign, because I'm supposed to sign my team up. This event is one you get to dress up for, so automatically it makes the list as one of the best days of the year.
8. The day I leave for vacation with Nelson. I don't know when this is. I hope it exists. I'm not going to list "the day I get a present from my husband", because even I am not that foolish.
7. Toni's birthday. If she feels comfortable disclosing the mysterious day this is, I'll let her fill you in. (It's next month - shhh!) I'm going to suprise her with a fantastic present I started making last week. Don't tell her though.
6. Christmas. Even though it's stressful and crazy, I think Christmas 2007 is going to be a gooder. I'm guessing, because it could suck. But, if global warming keeps up, I'll be planting banana trees and having pineapple for breakfast December 25th this year. Yay!
5. The day in August when we go camping. Finally.
4. Next month, Toni and I will decide to do something crazy. That day will be awesome. The next day will be scary, because I'll realize what I just agreed to. Again. Curse you Toni!
3. My birthday! (Toni can put her birthday in this spot and move mine to a less coveted location in the top ten list.)
2. Halloween. I've written haiku's about how much I love pumpkin day. If Canada didn't have Halloween, I'd leave. If all of the people on the planet collectively decided to get rid of the month of October, and with it, Halloween, I would move to Mars and start my own planet. Where every day would be Halloween.
1. Today. Can you feel it? The day has potential written all over it. I think today could be THE day. For something. Somewhere on the planet. I'm ready.
10. January 1st. Everybody had fun. I'm sure you can think back to what you did and agree that 2007 started off pretty fantastic. If it didn't, I appologize on behalf of the universe and will petition to declare next Wednesday January 1st and we'll go to a movie or something. My treat.
9. March 3rd? I forget which day the curling tournament is. That's not a good sign, because I'm supposed to sign my team up. This event is one you get to dress up for, so automatically it makes the list as one of the best days of the year.
8. The day I leave for vacation with Nelson. I don't know when this is. I hope it exists. I'm not going to list "the day I get a present from my husband", because even I am not that foolish.
7. Toni's birthday. If she feels comfortable disclosing the mysterious day this is, I'll let her fill you in. (It's next month - shhh!) I'm going to suprise her with a fantastic present I started making last week. Don't tell her though.
6. Christmas. Even though it's stressful and crazy, I think Christmas 2007 is going to be a gooder. I'm guessing, because it could suck. But, if global warming keeps up, I'll be planting banana trees and having pineapple for breakfast December 25th this year. Yay!
5. The day in August when we go camping. Finally.
4. Next month, Toni and I will decide to do something crazy. That day will be awesome. The next day will be scary, because I'll realize what I just agreed to. Again. Curse you Toni!
3. My birthday! (Toni can put her birthday in this spot and move mine to a less coveted location in the top ten list.)
2. Halloween. I've written haiku's about how much I love pumpkin day. If Canada didn't have Halloween, I'd leave. If all of the people on the planet collectively decided to get rid of the month of October, and with it, Halloween, I would move to Mars and start my own planet. Where every day would be Halloween.
1. Today. Can you feel it? The day has potential written all over it. I think today could be THE day. For something. Somewhere on the planet. I'm ready.
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Simon, as we speak, has allotted me 5 minutes to post on our blog. Now i must go make money so that I can afford to buy him the good kibble.
Simon, as we speak, has allotted me 5 minutes to post on our blog. Now i must go make money so that I can afford to buy him the good kibble.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light , not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
...Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
...And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Author: Marianne Williamson
Actually, who are you not to be?
...Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
...And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Author: Marianne Williamson
Thursday, January 18, 2007
cold!
Roz, you would cease to exist at our house ... since Saturday. OUR FURNACE IS/WAS broken! Imagine waking up to the sound of metal on metal ... wait! back track.. let me start at the beginning.
Last Saturday, Brad says to me that he has some bad news. *insert the face of devastation. There was mouse poop in our basement. Simon, you're fired! No, he's not. We deduced that there was a mouse having a poop party in our house over Christmas while we and the felines were away. So, Brad tells me this knowing of my fear of the rodent.
OK, Sunday morning, bright and early we wake up to the sound of metal on metal and scraping! Instantly I think there are mice having another fiesta in our furnace vents! After this initial fear lapses, I begin to realize exactly how cold I am! It is freezing! ..... Yes, the furnace is (or is in the process of) crapping out.
SO, it has now taken 4 full working days to get the furnace in working order. I'll believe it when I feel it. You know, having a home that's 12 C for nearly a week--- while that might seem warm compared to the current temp outside... its freakin cold for a home! And especially for persons such as me who enjoy a home that is 22 C. Persons like Roz and Nelson that live in an inferno all year round would cease to exist in my home right now. How inhospitable is that! Anyway, Brad said 'its fixed'. Here's hoping I don't have to wear mittens in my home anymore.
T
Last Saturday, Brad says to me that he has some bad news. *insert the face of devastation. There was mouse poop in our basement. Simon, you're fired! No, he's not. We deduced that there was a mouse having a poop party in our house over Christmas while we and the felines were away. So, Brad tells me this knowing of my fear of the rodent.
OK, Sunday morning, bright and early we wake up to the sound of metal on metal and scraping! Instantly I think there are mice having another fiesta in our furnace vents! After this initial fear lapses, I begin to realize exactly how cold I am! It is freezing! ..... Yes, the furnace is (or is in the process of) crapping out.
SO, it has now taken 4 full working days to get the furnace in working order. I'll believe it when I feel it. You know, having a home that's 12 C for nearly a week--- while that might seem warm compared to the current temp outside... its freakin cold for a home! And especially for persons such as me who enjoy a home that is 22 C. Persons like Roz and Nelson that live in an inferno all year round would cease to exist in my home right now. How inhospitable is that! Anyway, Brad said 'its fixed'. Here's hoping I don't have to wear mittens in my home anymore.
T
Monday, January 15, 2007
The following true story is not for the purposes of garnering sympathy or pity. Because I don't really like either. It's just one of those character building/crushing stories.
In grade 8 I joined the girls' volleyball Team. We were the Trojans. I was terrible. Absolutely terrible. I had no friends on the team. In fact, we used to do partner stretching, where you would pair up and help your partner stretch out her grade 8 hamstrings, lats, etc. My teammates would go in groups of three just so they wouldn't have to go with me. I would stretch my hamstrings by myself in the locker room, pretending it was taking me a really long time to get changed just to avoid the humiliation. No one would sit beside me on the bench. I would start off sitting in the middle of the bench, and eventually I would be on the end of the bench by myself. You see, back then I had no verbal skills whatsoever, and was completely unable to defend myself, be assertive... nothing. And it would eat away at me, like a psychological game. I would realize I was a terrible player with no hand-eye coordination and therefore no skills, which would mean that I played even worse. I showed up to every game and every practice, and there was no skill development at all. And I knew that I wasn't liked. I knew that my teammates thought of me as the girl who lost the games. And don't give me that, one player can't lose an entire game, crap, cuz, yes, I in fact lost entire games for us. And I knew that all the other girls thought that, psychologically, I knew. Until this one day where I actually found out that, yes, the entire team thought I sucked and that I lost our games for us. We were at our school for a tournament and we had a bye. I had nothing to do, so I was reading a book in the locker room, and I decided to run to my locker to grab a snack. I walked down the school hallway towards my locker and I saw my entire team sitting in a circle eating their lunches. My locker was located very close to where they were sitting. So, I walked to my locker, opened it and proceeded to rifle through my belongings to find my apple and granola bar. While doing so, I overheard one teammate say, "toni sucks so bad. How can we all work together to get her kicked off the team? Or at least make her quit". In her defense, she had her back turned to me and couldn't see me at the time. I did and said nothing but continued to silently rifle around in my locker, at this time completely forgetting what I was after in the first place. I swallowed the lump that was welling up as best I could. I was and always will be a crier. You see, now I just mask it with anger. Anyway, I digress. Another of the girls sitting in such a position in the circle that she could see me completely, stated loudly, "toni's right there behind you!'. At this point the entire circle began laughing hysterically. All of them. The girl who owned the original remark attempted to stifle her laughter with her arms and hid her head in her lap - which I remember seeing out of the corner of my eye. Let me tell you, it is by some miracle that I was able to close my locker, and proceed to walk down the hallway (walk, not run) all the while hiding the tears that are now streaming down my face. I made my way to the girls washroom and locked myself in the stall for nearly 30 minutes. When I was able to control myself, I found a way to sneak outside I and located a small corner on the outside of the building where I could sit, catch my breath, and breathe in some fresh air. My house was a 2 minute walk away, and I contemplated just going home. I have absolutely no idea why I didn't . But I stuck around and proceeded to 'lose' another game for us. There were no apologies, there were no attempts to check to make sure I was ok. We had a team of 11 girls. All of them laughed at me, and none of them seemed to show any regard for my feelings. You'd think that there would be some sort of lesson learned for me... some sort of life altering moment I could attribute this to. But instead from then on, and even now, whenever something happens wehre I feel like I'm in junior high again... you know, where you feel like people are scoffing at a mistake you made, or smirking behind your back, or secretly plotting against you... whenever that happens I think back at this moment, like it was yesterday, and I'm overcome with tremendous sadness. Powerlessness. A loss of self. Like every ounce of confidence that I ever had is drained from my body in one fell swoop.
Anyway, this blog is for sharing, so I just shared.
Toni
In grade 8 I joined the girls' volleyball Team. We were the Trojans. I was terrible. Absolutely terrible. I had no friends on the team. In fact, we used to do partner stretching, where you would pair up and help your partner stretch out her grade 8 hamstrings, lats, etc. My teammates would go in groups of three just so they wouldn't have to go with me. I would stretch my hamstrings by myself in the locker room, pretending it was taking me a really long time to get changed just to avoid the humiliation. No one would sit beside me on the bench. I would start off sitting in the middle of the bench, and eventually I would be on the end of the bench by myself. You see, back then I had no verbal skills whatsoever, and was completely unable to defend myself, be assertive... nothing. And it would eat away at me, like a psychological game. I would realize I was a terrible player with no hand-eye coordination and therefore no skills, which would mean that I played even worse. I showed up to every game and every practice, and there was no skill development at all. And I knew that I wasn't liked. I knew that my teammates thought of me as the girl who lost the games. And don't give me that, one player can't lose an entire game, crap, cuz, yes, I in fact lost entire games for us. And I knew that all the other girls thought that, psychologically, I knew. Until this one day where I actually found out that, yes, the entire team thought I sucked and that I lost our games for us. We were at our school for a tournament and we had a bye. I had nothing to do, so I was reading a book in the locker room, and I decided to run to my locker to grab a snack. I walked down the school hallway towards my locker and I saw my entire team sitting in a circle eating their lunches. My locker was located very close to where they were sitting. So, I walked to my locker, opened it and proceeded to rifle through my belongings to find my apple and granola bar. While doing so, I overheard one teammate say, "toni sucks so bad. How can we all work together to get her kicked off the team? Or at least make her quit". In her defense, she had her back turned to me and couldn't see me at the time. I did and said nothing but continued to silently rifle around in my locker, at this time completely forgetting what I was after in the first place. I swallowed the lump that was welling up as best I could. I was and always will be a crier. You see, now I just mask it with anger. Anyway, I digress. Another of the girls sitting in such a position in the circle that she could see me completely, stated loudly, "toni's right there behind you!'. At this point the entire circle began laughing hysterically. All of them. The girl who owned the original remark attempted to stifle her laughter with her arms and hid her head in her lap - which I remember seeing out of the corner of my eye. Let me tell you, it is by some miracle that I was able to close my locker, and proceed to walk down the hallway (walk, not run) all the while hiding the tears that are now streaming down my face. I made my way to the girls washroom and locked myself in the stall for nearly 30 minutes. When I was able to control myself, I found a way to sneak outside I and located a small corner on the outside of the building where I could sit, catch my breath, and breathe in some fresh air. My house was a 2 minute walk away, and I contemplated just going home. I have absolutely no idea why I didn't . But I stuck around and proceeded to 'lose' another game for us. There were no apologies, there were no attempts to check to make sure I was ok. We had a team of 11 girls. All of them laughed at me, and none of them seemed to show any regard for my feelings. You'd think that there would be some sort of lesson learned for me... some sort of life altering moment I could attribute this to. But instead from then on, and even now, whenever something happens wehre I feel like I'm in junior high again... you know, where you feel like people are scoffing at a mistake you made, or smirking behind your back, or secretly plotting against you... whenever that happens I think back at this moment, like it was yesterday, and I'm overcome with tremendous sadness. Powerlessness. A loss of self. Like every ounce of confidence that I ever had is drained from my body in one fell swoop.
Anyway, this blog is for sharing, so I just shared.
Toni
Friday, January 12, 2007
Am I a horrible person?
Ok, can someone else please tell me that you forget about the fresh veggies in the back of the fridge and that you, too, have to toss them?? I'm overcome with guilt.
T
T
A haiku
I haven't posted a blog on the haiku for sometime.
(hehe)
Here's one for Toni:
Superhero she
Defending cute and fuzzy
Cheesy kryptonite
(hehe)
Here's one for Toni:
Superhero she
Defending cute and fuzzy
Cheesy kryptonite
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Caution, Spoiler Alert!
Hi everybody. Welcome to the blizzard!
Wow, I am simply amazed by the number of people who made guesses on the post below (Nelson's drawings). We are so loved by all of our friends and family.
I am posting the answers, with less hysterical commentary because there are no guesses anyway, in the comment section for this post.
Read on, if anybody even comes to this blog! You know, Becca's blog gets heated discussions. We get tumbleweed blowing, paint drying, grass growing silence. Inside, I think my heart is taking it's last dramatic breath before jumping off a rib to end it all...
R
Wow, I am simply amazed by the number of people who made guesses on the post below (Nelson's drawings). We are so loved by all of our friends and family.
I am posting the answers, with less hysterical commentary because there are no guesses anyway, in the comment section for this post.
Read on, if anybody even comes to this blog! You know, Becca's blog gets heated discussions. We get tumbleweed blowing, paint drying, grass growing silence. Inside, I think my heart is taking it's last dramatic breath before jumping off a rib to end it all...
R
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
We Love Our Pets Part Deux
Ok, Blogger appearsto be acting a bit goofy... but here are Meetoo, Simon and Kitkat. I think KitKat wins for cuteness for sure :) But Simon's stuck in a box, and Meetoo is being harassed but he doesn't care just so long as he gets loved :).
This morning, argh!!
So, I will not walk to work again unless the snow (and mud and sand and oil) is good and frozen or good and gone.
There I was minding my own business, tra lala la la, walking down into the river valley while the sun rises... And across the bridge where the snow was all melty and difficult to walk on, and then the city bus goes by and showers me with sandy mud!!! ARGH!!! And all over my glasses and face and coat... ARGH!!!
R
There I was minding my own business, tra lala la la, walking down into the river valley while the sun rises... And across the bridge where the snow was all melty and difficult to walk on, and then the city bus goes by and showers me with sandy mud!!! ARGH!!! And all over my glasses and face and coat... ARGH!!!
R
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