I got this "Meme" via email, and decided to post it...
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes, after a little Italian singer that my dad loved
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Don't really remember (hey, that's good!)
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I used to...
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT? Smoked Ham from La Bernoise
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Of course I would!
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Me? Never!
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Nope, but I was told that they do grow back!
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not in this life time!
10. YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL? Nature's Path "Optimum Power"
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? I don't tie them to start with!
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I don't think about that...
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM? Chocolate and Rocky Road from Hagen Das
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyes
15. RED OR PINK? Red
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOU? Belly
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My dad
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Sure
19. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Blue pants, no shoes
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Lentil Salad
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? David Usher "Stange Birds"
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? Metal Flake Blue
23. FAVOURITE SMELLS? My husband and after a rain fall...
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE: Issy
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes
(No idea what happened to question 26!)
27. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH? karate, volleyball & tennis
28. HAIR COLOUR? At the moment, black and brown meches
29. EYE COLOUR? Brown
30. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No
31. FAVOURITE FOOD? Anything "ese" (Libanese, Chinese, Japanese...)
32. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Both
33. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? "Apocalypto" (loved it, despite being quite violent)
34. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Yeah...
35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer or warm winter!
36. HUGS OR KISSES? Both!
37. FAVOURITE DESSERT? Reine Elisabeth Cake or Peannut Buster from DQ
38. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Anyone who likes "meme"
39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? The rest who don't like "meme"!
40. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? "All Creatures Great and Small" by James Herriott
41. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Mickey Mouse (a real "mouse pad!)
42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Some episodes of "Friends"
43. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SOUND? Tobi's purr and rain
44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? The Stones... I think...
45. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Japan
46. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Besides being "me"?!
47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Chibougamau, Quebec
48. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GET BACK? Anyone, I'm just curious that way...
49. ARE YOU MARRIED? Yes
50. IF NOT MARRIED...DO YOU WANT TO MARRY SOMEDAY?
PLUS, the lovely Kim tagged me to do one as well: "Somewhere in the range of 7-10 things you don't already know about me"
This is going to be hard, since I feel that between the 100 Things About Me, and the Nine Things Not Mentionned Before, or the Six Weird Things, I feel like I've told everything... and yet I'll do this...
1. I love to send and receive cards for all occasions (Thank You, Birthday, Christmas, etc.)
2. I'm very good at remembering people's names and faces...
3. I rarely wear dresses, I'm more a pants/shorts kind of gal.
4. I rather throw something in the garbage than to give it to an ungrateful person.
5. The first time I had sex was on the back seat of a car, and it wasn't that good!
6. I have a hard time throwing away magazines that have recipes in them...
7. I think I could easily become a "voyeur"...
8. Whenever I have a sunburn I have to pick at it, same thing for a scab. It's a must!
9. I could spend a day in bed, only get up to pee or drink and not feel guilty at all!
10. Every so often I feel this urge to really tell someone off, but I haven't done it... yet... ;-)
If you feel like it, take either one away and allow us to know a little more about you.
"There is great need for a sarcasm font."
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Too much?
Scene: Driving downtown. Stinkypaw picking at her sunburn.
Hubby: Are you leaving bits of skin in my car?
Stinkypaw: I'm leaving DNA evidence of my presence in your car...
Hubby: Can we say that you've been watching one CSI too many?
Stinkypaw: ... you think?...
As far as I'm concerned, there is never "too much" TV!
Hubby: Are you leaving bits of skin in my car?
Stinkypaw: I'm leaving DNA evidence of my presence in your car...
Hubby: Can we say that you've been watching one CSI too many?
Stinkypaw: ... you think?...
As far as I'm concerned, there is never "too much" TV!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Re-cap!
Quick recap of what’s happening with me (for those who care) :
I’ve been putting a lot of our furniture on different local classified ads websites. Those things work! Managed to sell almost everything I posted.
***
A few weeks ago I sold our dinning room set, since then we’ve been eating on my craft table and sitting on our deck chairs.
***
We had our garage/moving sale on Saturday. Went well. Everything was priced to go and almost everything went.
***
In the hopes of selling it, I took our every day dish set out during the garage sale. I sold it! Hubby had to dig out our lexan plates from our camping gear for us to eat in, instead of paper plates.
***
At the end of the day, a neighbour asked about our deck furniture. We also sold that!
Sunday morning a friend came by with 2 folding chairs… we didn’t have any more chairs to sit on (besides the couch).
Sunday morning a friend came by with 2 folding chairs… we didn’t have any more chairs to sit on (besides the couch).
***
Something strange: Our dishwasher’s upper tray (for the glasses) as well as the utensil basket is full, and yet the bottom tray is empty – weird! Oh yeah, we have no more dishes to put in there!
***
The moving company we contracted won’t have much furniture to move, since I manage to sell: CD racks, TV unit, dinning set, guest bedroom set and mattress, all our appliances (except for our freezer) and our bedroom set with mattress and box spring. Can you say it’s starting to look empty here?
***
The back of my neck is peeling, as well as my arms and the tip of my nose! I hate to see those bits of skin in my sight... argh.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Your Friday Smile!
Our flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so, lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that this well-dressed and rather Arabic-looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on to the ground."
The woman calmly turned her head and said "in my country I am called Princess and I take orders from no-one."
To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. TRAY-UP, BITCH!"
***
I wish I could find me some of these towells... they are just too much!
***
My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake).
One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was ajar.
I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen?
Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for "special occasions" (her second mistake).
Now fast forward a few months... It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.
When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling. Then came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a "special occasion" Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't hang off the edge!!
My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter. "But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!!!"
Isn't it easier to just tell the truth?!
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so, lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that this well-dressed and rather Arabic-looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on to the ground."
The woman calmly turned her head and said "in my country I am called Princess and I take orders from no-one."
To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. TRAY-UP, BITCH!"
***
I wish I could find me some of these towells... they are just too much!
***My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake).
One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was ajar.
I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen?
Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for "special occasions" (her second mistake).
Now fast forward a few months... It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.
When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling. Then came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a "special occasion" Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't hang off the edge!!
My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter. "But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!!!"
Isn't it easier to just tell the truth?!
Have a great weekend everyone
& happy Memorial day to my US friends!
& happy Memorial day to my US friends!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
What's your style?
If only this was true... How I wish I did possess the Midas Touch...
What do you think about this? C'mon don't be shy!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Feeling Girly!
Saturday a girlfriend of mine was hosting a Beijo Bag Party. I had heard of those bags (on TV, on the Tyra Banks’ Show) without really knowing what they were… My girlfriend is in love with them, so when she sent the invite for the party I followed the link. I liked what I saw on line.
Saturday I didn’t particularly felt like shopping (what can I say, I have days like that, I know it’s weird, but it does happen), so I was happy to go to my friend’s house, sit down, chat for a bit while the sales rep (who is also someone I know but from a totally different context) was setting up everything. As she was taking out those bags I realised that some of them were pretty interesting. She started telling us about the products, the material (all made of polyvinyl), how to take care of them, etc. The colours of those bags were quite… let’s just say… “unique”.
Since I’m not one of those women who carry her life in her purse, I like to have an organized purse (like everything else in my life!), so for me the “best purse” is something with compartments… I’ve been thinking of downsizing my purse, actually I should say my wallet. That alone weighs a fair bit. Since I’m only at the “thinking” stage of the process, well, I didn’t do that just yet. BUT I’m thinking about it!
If somebody had told me that I would buy a non-leather purse one day I would have laughed in his or her face, and yet, on Saturday I did purchase a Beijo purse. Actually I bought two! It’s a good thing I didn’t feel like shopping.
Here’s “Unchain My Heart”, my new purse.
It has compartments, it’s colourful (a BIG change for me, I always get black usually), quite versatile because it comes with 2 sets of handles: long and short. I just love that red! 'Ain’t it purdy?
I was very tempted by "Voted Most Popular", but the buckle on top would have bothered me eventually, I'm pretty sure of it. I hesitated a bit between the one I did get and that one. I think I made the better choice for me.
I will have to get used to the fact that because of the material they are made in they are quite rigid as well as not being really light. Very different from my regular old, supple leather purse... I just realised that it must be a time of change for me... hum...
The other bag I got will be for when we go out or when we travel. I got the First Date, it's so cute! Don't you think so?!
Saturday I didn’t particularly felt like shopping (what can I say, I have days like that, I know it’s weird, but it does happen), so I was happy to go to my friend’s house, sit down, chat for a bit while the sales rep (who is also someone I know but from a totally different context) was setting up everything. As she was taking out those bags I realised that some of them were pretty interesting. She started telling us about the products, the material (all made of polyvinyl), how to take care of them, etc. The colours of those bags were quite… let’s just say… “unique”.
Since I’m not one of those women who carry her life in her purse, I like to have an organized purse (like everything else in my life!), so for me the “best purse” is something with compartments… I’ve been thinking of downsizing my purse, actually I should say my wallet. That alone weighs a fair bit. Since I’m only at the “thinking” stage of the process, well, I didn’t do that just yet. BUT I’m thinking about it!
If somebody had told me that I would buy a non-leather purse one day I would have laughed in his or her face, and yet, on Saturday I did purchase a Beijo purse. Actually I bought two! It’s a good thing I didn’t feel like shopping.
Here’s “Unchain My Heart”, my new purse.
It has compartments, it’s colourful (a BIG change for me, I always get black usually), quite versatile because it comes with 2 sets of handles: long and short. I just love that red! 'Ain’t it purdy?
I was very tempted by "Voted Most Popular", but the buckle on top would have bothered me eventually, I'm pretty sure of it. I hesitated a bit between the one I did get and that one. I think I made the better choice for me.
I will have to get used to the fact that because of the material they are made in they are quite rigid as well as not being really light. Very different from my regular old, supple leather purse... I just realised that it must be a time of change for me... hum...
The other bag I got will be for when we go out or when we travel. I got the First Date, it's so cute! Don't you think so?!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Your Friday Smile!
I don’t want to say that I’ll be on hiatus for a while (like so many out there, it seems), but I have to admit that blogging is not the first thing on my mind these days.
I’ve been keeping myself pretty busy between doing some work for our clients, packing our stuff for our move, preparing our garage/moving sale, there is a lot to do! Plus add this to the fact that we go down to our new condo regularly, to make sure it’s being built according to our specifications. Hubby’s mom is still in the hospital and we’ve been trying to collect money for the “Relay for Life” (as mentioned here) in which we will be taking part in less than two weeks and let’s not forget that we are also shopping for new furniture… so, let’s just say that blogging isn’t on top of my list at this point in time.
All this to say that even if I do feel like I’ve been wandering away from Blogsville, there’s always time to post your Friday Smile! So here goes...
"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."
Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!' I'm like...Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!"
***
I attended a party this past weekend. After checking out all the well-dressed guests at the party, I spotted an attractive woman (standing alone) across the room.
When I approached and asked her name, she coyly replied... "Carmen."
Trying to maintain some sort of conversation with her, I responded with "That's a beautiful name. Is it a family name?"
"No," she replied. "I gave it to myself, because it reflects the things I like most in the world - cars and men."
Then she asked, "What's your name?"
"Golftits," I replied.
I’ve been keeping myself pretty busy between doing some work for our clients, packing our stuff for our move, preparing our garage/moving sale, there is a lot to do! Plus add this to the fact that we go down to our new condo regularly, to make sure it’s being built according to our specifications. Hubby’s mom is still in the hospital and we’ve been trying to collect money for the “Relay for Life” (as mentioned here) in which we will be taking part in less than two weeks and let’s not forget that we are also shopping for new furniture… so, let’s just say that blogging isn’t on top of my list at this point in time.
All this to say that even if I do feel like I’ve been wandering away from Blogsville, there’s always time to post your Friday Smile! So here goes...
***
A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience."Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."
Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!' I'm like...Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!"
***
I just liked this one...
***I attended a party this past weekend. After checking out all the well-dressed guests at the party, I spotted an attractive woman (standing alone) across the room.
When I approached and asked her name, she coyly replied... "Carmen."
Trying to maintain some sort of conversation with her, I responded with "That's a beautiful name. Is it a family name?"
"No," she replied. "I gave it to myself, because it reflects the things I like most in the world - cars and men."
Then she asked, "What's your name?"
"Golftits," I replied.
Have a great looong weekend for us Canadian type!
May it be sunny!
May it be sunny!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
To keep posting.
Since I'm quite busy and don't really want to take time to blog when there's so much to do, I figured I'd post some "funnies" with a religious flavour...
A little boy was overheard praying:
"Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.
I'm having a real good time like I am."
***
***
A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service,
"And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"
One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."
***
And finally...
Now, who says religion can't be funny?
A little boy was overheard praying:
"Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.
I'm having a real good time like I am."
***
***A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service,
"And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"
One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."
***
And finally...
Now, who says religion can't be funny?
Sunday, May 13, 2007
I hope you get some Ice Cream today.
I'm not one who is very religious. I don't talk about religion much, because I don't really believe in it. I do believe in some kind of energy, but to say what it is and what not... bof! I don't really care about that. Religious beliefs are the causes of way too many problems and wars for me to debate them. I prefer to respect people's choice as long as they don't try to convince me to "join" them or that "their" belief is the "right" one... To each is own, I say. If someone is happy believing that holding a rock will heal him or her, who am I to debate that? Maybe if more of us believed in "something", things would be better?
When I read the following story, I thought it was really cute, and that you "parents type" would enjoy it:
When I read the following story, I thought it was really cute, and that you "parents type" would enjoy it:
Saying Grace in a Restaurant.
Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is great, God is good. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
How did you like it?
Friday, May 11, 2007
Your Friday Smile!
Herb decided to propose to Sandy, but prior to her acceptance Sandy had to confess to her man about her childhood illness. She informed Herb that she suffered a disease that left her breasts at the maturity of a 12 year old. He stated that it was OK because he loved her so much. However, Herb felt this was also the time for him to open up and admit that he also had a deformity. Herb looked Sandy in the eyes and said...."I too have a problem. My penis is the same size as an infant and I hope you could deal with that once we are married." She said, "Yes I will marry you and learn to live with your infant size penis."
Sandy and Herb got married and they could not wait for the honeymoon.
Herb whisked Sandy off to their hotel suite and they started touching, teasing, and holding one another. As Sandy put her hands in Herb's pants, she began to scream and ran out of the room!
Herb ran after her to find out what was wrong.
She said, "You told me your penis was the size of an infant!"
Yes, it is.... 5 pounds, 7 ounces, 19 inches long...
***
One morning a husband took a pair of underwear out of the drawer. "What the ...?" he said to himself as a little "dust" cloud appeared when he shook them out.
"April," he hollered into the bathroom, "why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?"
She shot back: "It's not talcum powder. It's "Miracle Grow"!"
***
Maria had just gotten married, and being a traditional Italian she was still a virgin. On her wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was a very nervous.
Her mother reassured her, "Don't worry, Maria, Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you. Meanwhile, I'll be making pasta." So, uppa she went.
When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest.
Maria ran down stairs to her mother and says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest."
"Don't worry, Maria," says the mother, "all good men have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you." So, uppa she went again.
When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy legs.
Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. "Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got hairy legs!"
"Don't worry! All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you." So, uppa she went again.
When she got there, Tony took off his socks and on his left foot he was missing three
toes. When Maria saw this, she ran downstairs. "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a foot and a half!"
Her mama said, "Stay here and stir the pasta..."
Sandy and Herb got married and they could not wait for the honeymoon.
Herb whisked Sandy off to their hotel suite and they started touching, teasing, and holding one another. As Sandy put her hands in Herb's pants, she began to scream and ran out of the room!
Herb ran after her to find out what was wrong.
She said, "You told me your penis was the size of an infant!"
Yes, it is.... 5 pounds, 7 ounces, 19 inches long...
***
One morning a husband took a pair of underwear out of the drawer. "What the ...?" he said to himself as a little "dust" cloud appeared when he shook them out.
"April," he hollered into the bathroom, "why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?"
She shot back: "It's not talcum powder. It's "Miracle Grow"!"
***
Maria had just gotten married, and being a traditional Italian she was still a virgin. On her wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was a very nervous.
Her mother reassured her, "Don't worry, Maria, Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you. Meanwhile, I'll be making pasta." So, uppa she went.
When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest.
Maria ran down stairs to her mother and says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest."
"Don't worry, Maria," says the mother, "all good men have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you." So, uppa she went again.
When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy legs.
Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. "Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got hairy legs!"
"Don't worry! All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you." So, uppa she went again.
When she got there, Tony took off his socks and on his left foot he was missing three
toes. When Maria saw this, she ran downstairs. "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a foot and a half!"
Her mama said, "Stay here and stir the pasta..."
Have a great weekend
& Happy Mother's Day
to all the moms
out there!
& Happy Mother's Day
to all the moms
out there!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I needed that
Today is our neck of the woods, it's muggy, sticky humid... Between my hot flashes and this heat, I'm sweating bullets - not funny, NOT funny AT ALL!
I decided to resist my urge to pack some more and took it easy. I went to City Hall to get a permit for our Garage/Moving Sale. While the permit was being printed the lady started chating about being "Garage Sale Season". I told her, that we were actually having a "Moving Sale". Naturally she asked where we were moving to. The look on the lady's face when I said we where leaving the suburbs for downtown. Priceless. Especially when I mentioned that we lived in the "stinky" part of Pierrefonds. She didn't really pursue the conversation, funny how that is.
Then, in order to cool off, I decided to go to the mall. I needed some "summery" pants, and since I don't really do Capris (I find I look funny in that lenght of pants - I rather wear shorts, skirts or pants), I had to walk around the mall for a bit, and $200+ later I came out, with a Laura Secord's cherry ice cream cone, two pairs of pants and two t-shirts...
Aaahhh.... that felt good.
Oh yeah, I forgot! To top it off, the pants I bought were both a size smaller than usual - woohoo!
I decided to resist my urge to pack some more and took it easy. I went to City Hall to get a permit for our Garage/Moving Sale. While the permit was being printed the lady started chating about being "Garage Sale Season". I told her, that we were actually having a "Moving Sale". Naturally she asked where we were moving to. The look on the lady's face when I said we where leaving the suburbs for downtown. Priceless. Especially when I mentioned that we lived in the "stinky" part of Pierrefonds. She didn't really pursue the conversation, funny how that is.
Then, in order to cool off, I decided to go to the mall. I needed some "summery" pants, and since I don't really do Capris (I find I look funny in that lenght of pants - I rather wear shorts, skirts or pants), I had to walk around the mall for a bit, and $200+ later I came out, with a Laura Secord's cherry ice cream cone, two pairs of pants and two t-shirts...
Aaahhh.... that felt good.
Oh yeah, I forgot! To top it off, the pants I bought were both a size smaller than usual - woohoo!
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Talk about incentive
Slowly our house is emptying. It looks like it’s in a serious state of chaos at the moment. I’m having a hard time dealing with this. I like things in order. Organized. I know it’s temporary. Purging feels good. We are both hoping that moving into a smaller space will bring us this “liberating feeling”. Isn’t it funny how that is contradictory: we will be confined to a smaller space and yet we should feel liberated.
Every time we go to the condo I do feel this feeling that it will be our new home. I feel excited as well as a little panicky. Yesterday, as we were leaving it, I told Hubby that I felt as I did when we were on vacation, when we use our timeshare. A small but practical place awaits us. His answer: “Good, you’ll feel like you’re on vacation while at home!” – huh… not quite what I meant, but hey, it’s a good way to see things.
We had a nice house that we made our home. As I was taking down pictures today, I was a little sad. I will miss this place where we first lived together. I love our current house, if it wasn’t for the stink factor... At times I wonder if we made the right decision to move downtown. It’s not the idea of being in town that scares me; it’s the fact of being in a smaller space… Here’s a good reason to lose weight; I’ll have to fit in our new condo – now that’s what I call incentive!
Every time we go to the condo I do feel this feeling that it will be our new home. I feel excited as well as a little panicky. Yesterday, as we were leaving it, I told Hubby that I felt as I did when we were on vacation, when we use our timeshare. A small but practical place awaits us. His answer: “Good, you’ll feel like you’re on vacation while at home!” – huh… not quite what I meant, but hey, it’s a good way to see things.
We had a nice house that we made our home. As I was taking down pictures today, I was a little sad. I will miss this place where we first lived together. I love our current house, if it wasn’t for the stink factor... At times I wonder if we made the right decision to move downtown. It’s not the idea of being in town that scares me; it’s the fact of being in a smaller space… Here’s a good reason to lose weight; I’ll have to fit in our new condo – now that’s what I call incentive!
Saturday, May 05, 2007
One Flaw In Women
I have seen these two texts before, and yet today I decided to post them, maybe because Mother’s Day is around the corner and I wanted my fellow women bloggers to realise that despite everything we are strong. We may not think so at times, but try to read this and keep in mind that you most likely do know one woman just like that…
I’m not really the feminist type, but I do recognize strength when I see it, and I’ve seen it in some of you.
By the time the Lord made woman, he was into his sixth day of working overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart - and she will do everything with only two hands."
The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."
The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.
"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."
The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing."
And she is!
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS, THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
The second one, is simply something that we all know, but at times, we seem to forget it…
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down probably will.Maybe my hormones are out of wack (again!), but I felt like posting this... *sigh*
We will have our heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. We'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when ours was broken.
We'll fight with our best friend.
We'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
We'll cry because time is passing too fast, and we'll eventually lose someone we love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like we've never been hurt because every sixty seconds we spend upset is a minute of happiness we’ll never get back.
Don't be afraid that our life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Your Friday Smile!
This Friday it's all about "this time of year"... BBQ Season is back and with that came tax season... unfortunately.
After four long months of cold and winter, we are finally coming up to summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking, as it's the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is some of danger involved.
When a man volunteers to do the BBQ, the following chain of events are put into motion:
1) The woman buys the food.
2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand.
Here comes the important part:
4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.
Important again:
7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.
8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.
9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
And most important of all:
10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off." And, seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.
***
"A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well."
***
Just a note of interest before the weekend...
At three minutes and four seconds after 2 AM on the
6th of May this year, the time and date will be
02:03:04...05/06/07.
This will never happen again.
After four long months of cold and winter, we are finally coming up to summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking, as it's the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is some of danger involved.
When a man volunteers to do the BBQ, the following chain of events are put into motion:
1) The woman buys the food.
2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand.
Here comes the important part:
4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.
Important again:
7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.
8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.
9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
And most important of all:
10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off." And, seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.
***
"A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well."
***
Just a note of interest before the weekend...
At three minutes and four seconds after 2 AM on the
6th of May this year, the time and date will be
02:03:04...05/06/07.
This will never happen again.
Have a great weekend, try to enjoy it!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
A little Spam with that?
A few days ago I received a message from “Confidential Message” and it was entitled “Attention Work”.
When I previewed this email, I was a bit taken aback by it. The spammers are really getting creative and personal. I do get a lot of crap via e-mail, mostly for drugs, penis enlargement, etc. This one surprised me. It was sent to my “formal” address – the one I use for business.
Every time I read or hear about some one that got ripped off by a con artist for money or whatever else, I can't help to wonder how can people fall for that. It seems so obvious to me. I’m not saying that I’m above it all. Maybe because I’m married to a geek who doesn’t trust anyone and is anal when it comes to security and privacy issues. Or because I hear about this plague almost every day, I don’t know. It just seems unreal that one would get caught in this web of lies. And yet, when I received this message it touched a nerve, and I can only imagine someone who’s alone and feeling vulnerable how it could affect him or her. The way it’s worded makes it sound like they care, that they want my best, and yet it’s for me to go on this site and get some type of pills, etc. Sad! Very sad! And even more sad that that someone will get caught by this…
Here is the message:
Don't you think this is just plain mean? I do. They will use every emotional angle to get us. This is simply playing with people's self-esteem... no wonder some people can not resist and do answer... poor "victims".
When I previewed this email, I was a bit taken aback by it. The spammers are really getting creative and personal. I do get a lot of crap via e-mail, mostly for drugs, penis enlargement, etc. This one surprised me. It was sent to my “formal” address – the one I use for business.
Every time I read or hear about some one that got ripped off by a con artist for money or whatever else, I can't help to wonder how can people fall for that. It seems so obvious to me. I’m not saying that I’m above it all. Maybe because I’m married to a geek who doesn’t trust anyone and is anal when it comes to security and privacy issues. Or because I hear about this plague almost every day, I don’t know. It just seems unreal that one would get caught in this web of lies. And yet, when I received this message it touched a nerve, and I can only imagine someone who’s alone and feeling vulnerable how it could affect him or her. The way it’s worded makes it sound like they care, that they want my best, and yet it’s for me to go on this site and get some type of pills, etc. Sad! Very sad! And even more sad that that someone will get caught by this…
Here is the message:
Hi, I hate to be the one to mention this, but people at work are talking about your weight issue and it just disgusts me. Whether you know it by now, people are always chattering about each other at work but you come up more than enough. I feel the right thing to do is to let you know now before this gets worse. I wasn't the happiest or best-fit a year ago or so but I managed to change that thanks to my sister-in-law(of all people). Anyhow, it was for the best.
What I am saying is that you need to do something different and maybe you can make the same difference I did. Try this stuff I used. I took it on the idea it's just more junk but it worked great. I see more positive reviews on it nowadays and makes me feel even better. So, I am encouraging a change, not only in the chatter around here but in you personally if you are willing.
-Anonymous for now
Here is the website below I order from. (Which I will not post!)
Don't you think this is just plain mean? I do. They will use every emotional angle to get us. This is simply playing with people's self-esteem... no wonder some people can not resist and do answer... poor "victims".
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I needed this
I don’t know if you’ve noticed or it is only in my head, but there seems to be a certain lack of interest going about Blogsville. Maybe it’s seasonal? I know that I’ve been busy, too busy to blog or too lazy to blog as often as I used to. Maybe I’m getting over my “blogging buzz”? Hum. I wonder.
Last week, while trying to catch up of some of your blogs, I came across two that were saying their goodbyes. I was a bit surprised since both of them seemed to have their regulars and quite a few of them. One of the first blog I read was Nikki’s. I liked her sarcasm and the fact that she called things as she saw them. She had a twisted sense of humour and there was something real about her that I truly enjoyed. She called it quit this past week. I will miss her.
The other gal who decided to move out of Blogsville was Dirty Birdie. She was also a straight shooter that I enjoyed. She had a different style, opinionated and not afraid to speak up. In her last message she mentioned that only a few people, in her life, knew about her blog and how she couldn’t bring herself to tell them, etc.
Which made me think of auto-censorship. How many of us are being “careful” of what and how we say things, not to offend our readers. Are we all hook to our site meters? I know I am – I’m being honest here. I used to check it daily, now once a week I do check my numbers more than who and how people get here. It’s a weird addiction.
A while back I was concerned by the fact that I had offended a reader (or more, who knows, people don’t say those thing), I didn’t want to lose any readers. The few that I have I want to keep! I even went as far as to ask one directly. I know it’s sad. I guess I needed a friend that day… I think what bothered me, was the “not knowing” part. I’m straightforward, and I’ve realised that not every body is. I’m growing up (slowly, but surely). I also realised that just like my own, our interests change, what we liked a while back can become something we don’t enjoy so much anymore. Things do change. And then there’s this “politically correctness” that really gets to me!
I hate today’s society for that one. We can no longer say anything without somebody, somewhere, getting offended. It’s unreal! We cannot call things by their names without being looked at as if we are a bigot, or a racist, or whatever else. A blind person is no longer blind, but “visually challenged” – ok, but he/she still can’t see. Black people are coloured. But black is a colour. Or is it not? I understand about not using the “n” term, that’s fine, but black? What’s offensive about that?
I know that this can be construed as a very touchy subject, but with everything going on in the world, it makes me wonder if, after all, we are not just looking for reason to fight and create wars among ourselves, instead of trying to get along. I may sound like an old lady who’s reminiscing, but when I was a teen things did seem simpler… I had black friends, not “African-American”, they were from Haiti and Trinidad. I’m not “European-Canadian”, I’m a white, French Canadian woman who I guess needed to vent a little!
Last week, while trying to catch up of some of your blogs, I came across two that were saying their goodbyes. I was a bit surprised since both of them seemed to have their regulars and quite a few of them. One of the first blog I read was Nikki’s. I liked her sarcasm and the fact that she called things as she saw them. She had a twisted sense of humour and there was something real about her that I truly enjoyed. She called it quit this past week. I will miss her.
The other gal who decided to move out of Blogsville was Dirty Birdie. She was also a straight shooter that I enjoyed. She had a different style, opinionated and not afraid to speak up. In her last message she mentioned that only a few people, in her life, knew about her blog and how she couldn’t bring herself to tell them, etc.
Which made me think of auto-censorship. How many of us are being “careful” of what and how we say things, not to offend our readers. Are we all hook to our site meters? I know I am – I’m being honest here. I used to check it daily, now once a week I do check my numbers more than who and how people get here. It’s a weird addiction.
A while back I was concerned by the fact that I had offended a reader (or more, who knows, people don’t say those thing), I didn’t want to lose any readers. The few that I have I want to keep! I even went as far as to ask one directly. I know it’s sad. I guess I needed a friend that day… I think what bothered me, was the “not knowing” part. I’m straightforward, and I’ve realised that not every body is. I’m growing up (slowly, but surely). I also realised that just like my own, our interests change, what we liked a while back can become something we don’t enjoy so much anymore. Things do change. And then there’s this “politically correctness” that really gets to me!
I hate today’s society for that one. We can no longer say anything without somebody, somewhere, getting offended. It’s unreal! We cannot call things by their names without being looked at as if we are a bigot, or a racist, or whatever else. A blind person is no longer blind, but “visually challenged” – ok, but he/she still can’t see. Black people are coloured. But black is a colour. Or is it not? I understand about not using the “n” term, that’s fine, but black? What’s offensive about that?
I know that this can be construed as a very touchy subject, but with everything going on in the world, it makes me wonder if, after all, we are not just looking for reason to fight and create wars among ourselves, instead of trying to get along. I may sound like an old lady who’s reminiscing, but when I was a teen things did seem simpler… I had black friends, not “African-American”, they were from Haiti and Trinidad. I’m not “European-Canadian”, I’m a white, French Canadian woman who I guess needed to vent a little!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)