Here's a little video I wanted to put on, but forgot.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
It's been a while!
Since I've written last, we've had birthdays for Sam, Thomas and me (Caitlin's is coming up) and we've gone on a trip to CA to visit with family. T & I went to Alcatraz (sans children) with my brother, Andrew, and my new sister-in-law, Michelle. I love historical buildings and places, so that was a great thing for me. I was totally bummed that what was the warden's home and the military family housing (for when it was still a military fort, pre-prison days) and other buildings were burned down during the American Indian occupation. There was a big drinking party of Indians and non-Indians, and no one knows who started the fire. I could have kicked someone.
Anyway, we also had 4 generation pictures done with my mom's parents. It was a good time, and I'm sad that we can't stay a few more days when we go, because I still didn't get to see everyone. I love you all! (We don't have pics from Sam & Tom's bday because my camera wasn't working, so it's all on our camcorder instead.)
Sam fell asleep looking like Joe Cool.
My little Claire-bear is getting so big!
Left to Right: Thomas, Peter, Papa (mom's dad), Sam, Uncle Mike
Back, L to R: Auntie Sue, my beautiful Mom, Auntie Robyn
Anyway, we also had 4 generation pictures done with my mom's parents. It was a good time, and I'm sad that we can't stay a few more days when we go, because I still didn't get to see everyone. I love you all! (We don't have pics from Sam & Tom's bday because my camera wasn't working, so it's all on our camcorder instead.)
Sam fell asleep looking like Joe Cool.
My little Claire-bear is getting so big!
Left to Right: Thomas, Peter, Papa (mom's dad), Sam, Uncle Mike
Back, L to R: Auntie Sue, my beautiful Mom, Auntie RobynFront, L to R: Heidi, Sam, Claire, Nana (mom's mom), Andrea, me
4 Generation Picture
On Alcatraz
View of San Francisco from Alcatraz
View of the Cellhouse from the Recreation Yard
Thomas in a cell
And now, me...
my brother Andrew in a cell..
and Michelle's oddly creepy picture in the cell.
View of Alcatraz from the ferry.
Alcatraz on my left shoulder
4 Generation Picture
On Alcatraz
View of San Francisco from Alcatraz
View of the Cellhouse from the Recreation Yard
Thomas in a cell
And now, me...
my brother Andrew in a cell..
and Michelle's oddly creepy picture in the cell.
View of Alcatraz from the ferry. 
Alcatraz on my left shoulder
Monday, February 2, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
My cool sister
This is a post of two things from my younger sister's blog.
The first thing is an awesome article about motherhood she had linked to her blog.
Click Here
The second is a video of her playing her guitar in her bathroom, and I like it. So,
now Click Here, and enjoy!
The first thing is an awesome article about motherhood she had linked to her blog.
Click Here
The second is a video of her playing her guitar in her bathroom, and I like it. So,
now Click Here, and enjoy!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I'll be in the Paper!
For more details on that, check out my fitness blog...but don't laugh too hard.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Funny Blog entry entitled "I've had an affair"
I'm reposting this blog entry that I put on my fitness blog.
I saw this blog entry on sparkpeople.com and thought it was too funny not to post (slightly edited):
Friday, January 02, 2009
So it's time to come out and admit it.I've been having an affair with my fridge. It started sometime in November or December, and slowly became more passionate until the recent Christmas break, when it moprhed into what could almost be called psychotic infatuation and criminal stalking. Needless to say I've been neglecting the gym as a result, and the gym has decided to take revenge.The first thing the gym did was tell my pants.
My pants and I had really been getting on this year, they were comfy, they fit, I had new ones.... but maybe this was the problem. Maybe my pants were secretly getting nervous that as I'd discarded their predecessors so eagerly they thought they were heading for the same fate. So my pants listened to what my gym had to say and decided to take action. Then they told the scales.
The scales were very upset and started saying horrible and nasty things to me. They told me I weighed 179 lb the other day, and only a couple of months ago I was 169. I was unable to convince the scales that my relationship with them should not be impacted by my relationships with either the gym, the fridge, or indeed my pants, but my poor scales are codependent and wouldn't listen. My pants by this stage had done all this in vain as I was now in the verge of dumping them and going back to find their predecessors, which to me were not only more comfortable, but far nicer. This was too much and my pants told my mirror.
The mirror, never known for diplomacy, was blunt. It yelled at me YOU'VE BEEN HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE FRIDGE. A BIG, LONG, PASSIONATE AFFAIR. LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO EVERYBODY!! HOW COULD YOU? And every time I walk past the mirror, it yells it. Then of course, being an interconnected species, every other mirror in the universe got on the bandwagon, and now even when I'm washing my hands at work, the mirror in the ladies' bathroom yells YOU FOOD SLUT! I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING WITH THE FRIDGE. ONLY A MONTH AGO YOU HAD CHEEKBONES BUT NOW YOU HAVE A DOUBLE CHIN! So, of course, I'm in the toilet with pretty much every household appliance that doesn't live in the kitchen. Half my wardrobe is yelling at me. None of the mirrors like me either. So - I'm back on SparkPeople, I've joined a heap of challenges, I've got my gym class schedule on my fridge, and I'll be signing up for a triathalon or two.
I saw this blog entry on sparkpeople.com and thought it was too funny not to post (slightly edited):
Friday, January 02, 2009
So it's time to come out and admit it.I've been having an affair with my fridge. It started sometime in November or December, and slowly became more passionate until the recent Christmas break, when it moprhed into what could almost be called psychotic infatuation and criminal stalking. Needless to say I've been neglecting the gym as a result, and the gym has decided to take revenge.The first thing the gym did was tell my pants.
My pants and I had really been getting on this year, they were comfy, they fit, I had new ones.... but maybe this was the problem. Maybe my pants were secretly getting nervous that as I'd discarded their predecessors so eagerly they thought they were heading for the same fate. So my pants listened to what my gym had to say and decided to take action. Then they told the scales.
The scales were very upset and started saying horrible and nasty things to me. They told me I weighed 179 lb the other day, and only a couple of months ago I was 169. I was unable to convince the scales that my relationship with them should not be impacted by my relationships with either the gym, the fridge, or indeed my pants, but my poor scales are codependent and wouldn't listen. My pants by this stage had done all this in vain as I was now in the verge of dumping them and going back to find their predecessors, which to me were not only more comfortable, but far nicer. This was too much and my pants told my mirror.
The mirror, never known for diplomacy, was blunt. It yelled at me YOU'VE BEEN HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE FRIDGE. A BIG, LONG, PASSIONATE AFFAIR. LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO EVERYBODY!! HOW COULD YOU? And every time I walk past the mirror, it yells it. Then of course, being an interconnected species, every other mirror in the universe got on the bandwagon, and now even when I'm washing my hands at work, the mirror in the ladies' bathroom yells YOU FOOD SLUT! I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING WITH THE FRIDGE. ONLY A MONTH AGO YOU HAD CHEEKBONES BUT NOW YOU HAVE A DOUBLE CHIN! So, of course, I'm in the toilet with pretty much every household appliance that doesn't live in the kitchen. Half my wardrobe is yelling at me. None of the mirrors like me either. So - I'm back on SparkPeople, I've joined a heap of challenges, I've got my gym class schedule on my fridge, and I'll be signing up for a triathalon or two.
Monday, January 5, 2009
A few pics & an announcement
Happy New Year! I have a few cute pics from the holidays, and an announcement to make. No, I'm not pregnant and we're not moving. It is over on my fitness blog; please take a look at it.
The kids got to see Santa at the mall.
Andrea got to do a Christmas demonstration in her 'pre-ballet' class where she could invite anyone she wanted to watch her in what she has learned in class as well as do a special Christmas dance (on video).
She said she wishes that she had gotten toeshoes for Christmas. I told her she had to be older and really strong to use toeshoes. She insisted she could do it--and I looked down and saw that she really was standing on the tips of her toes in her bedroom slippers. Wow.
Claire is getting so big!
The kids got to see Santa at the mall.
Andrea got to do a Christmas demonstration in her 'pre-ballet' class where she could invite anyone she wanted to watch her in what she has learned in class as well as do a special Christmas dance (on video).
She said she wishes that she had gotten toeshoes for Christmas. I told her she had to be older and really strong to use toeshoes. She insisted she could do it--and I looked down and saw that she really was standing on the tips of her toes in her bedroom slippers. Wow.
Claire is getting so big!
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