the red bullseye

I am very happy to be Canadian.

Proud of our heritage.
Proud of our music.
Proud of our laws.
Proud of our people.
Proud that even though we are small in numbers
We are big in heart.
We are humble and unassuming.
We are kind and well-mannered
But most of all
We are tolerant...

Tolerant, yes, but ENOUGH is ENOUGH....

WHEN are we going to have 'Target' cross the border
And open up one of its red bullseye stores up HERE?!?!?!?

What is the hold-up?

Don't they see the shopaholic Canuckies
Crossing borders in huge numbers
Walking through their doors?

Don't they notice us at the check-out counters
Pulling out our wads of coloured money??
They know who we are.
There is no denying it.
They know who we are from our
"Nice out there today, EH?"

I have come to accept many things being Canadian.
I have come to accept the fact that
We will NEVER be able to buy a box of Nutter Butter cookies up here.
WE will NEVER be able to buy a "Whatchamacallit" or a "PB Max" chocolate bar up here.
We will NEVER be able to watch HBO or Showtime unless we buy DirectTv illegally.
We will NEVER be able to watch the awesome commercials during the Super Bowl.

These things I am fine with.
It took me awhile,
But I am fine with them now.

But I am not dropping the Target-thing.
Not on your life.
I am starting a crusade.
I am starting it this week

As I trek to Michigan to "visit friends just north of Detroit"...
(That's code for "I'm going to drop a tonne of cash at Target, Mr. Customs Officer")

I'm going to make it known to everyone in there
Wearing a red golf shirt
That, as Canadians, we can't take it anymore.
We can't take the fact that we can see their commercials,
But not visit their stores whever we want.
We can't take the fact that I can look at their website
And get all worked up about selection and prices
But "at this time, we don't ship to Canada or Guam"
(WTF is that, anyway?!?!?)

We don't want your jobs.
We don't want your money.
We don't want your celebrities
We have our own
(By the way, you guys can keep Alan Thicke and Alex Trebek, but we want Mike Myers, Celine and Shania back)
And we certainly don't want your leader..

We just want your red bullseye, eh?

A Full Plate

Have you ever had so much going on in your life
That you cry, or at least want to?

The weird part is, its all good stuff
(except for one thing)

Good stuff like picking up our new car tomorrow
So mega-'car stuff' to do first
Insurance, registrations, plates, etc.
Good stuff like needing to have all of house stuff chosen this week
Colours, cabinets, upgrades, changes to the floor plan

The one 'bad thing' is
We have to get all our ceramic tile in THIS house ripped up
And replaced
The house is only 3.5 years old
But the builder put in a shitty sub-floor
So it's uneven
So the exisiting ceramics are wobbling and cracking
"Not our problem, man" is what we keep hearing
so we can't sell the house with that happening
So we have to dish-out $3000 to fix it ourselves
(Then take them to small claims)
Oh yeah, AND move out for about 3 days while they do it

That's the part that is stressing me out the most.
And has made me have tiny meltdowns here and there

I guess everyone deserves a little meltdown
When they have too much on their plate

I guess I could just look at it like this
My absolute favorite dinner is steak, baked potato and corn on the cob
But instead of corn on the cob, I get served turnip
I friggen HATE turnip

My new house is my steak...
The new car is my tater...
The shitty floor is turnip.

If I could just hide the turnip I would
But that wouldn't be right
So I'll grin and bear it until my plate is empty.

'Lost' In Translation

The TV show 'Lost'. I'm addicted. I'm addicted to everything about it. I'm addicted to figuring it all out. But I learned today that I'm not even CLOSE to doing that.

Here is the storyline, for those that have never watched.
Plane crashes on a tropical island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. It was coming from Australia and was heading for the States.

There are survivors from this crash. Each one has it's own interesting story as to what they were up to in their lives around the time of the flight, and why they were even on the flight. Each character has a story to tell, and each story appears to be more dramatic than the one before.

The island is very mysterious. Strange things happen on this island, to the point of hurting or even killing some of the suriviors. These things always happen in the jungle, but they just keep on trekking in there every episode (don't ask me..)

They are able to fiddle with the planes radio and they pick up a transmission. It's a woman's voice, speaking french coming from another part of the island. She has been stranded on the island for 16 years and continuously speaks of The Others and the fact that they took her child.

My theory was and has always been that there were no survivors of this plane crash. I have always believed that these people did die and that they were in purgatory. All of them have to redeem themselves of something before moving on...

So, this morning I find a few messageboards on the show. I decide to dive into one to see what others were thinking.

BIG MISTAKE.

The boards are filled with sci-fi fanatics. All with theories about nanobots (??) and mystic creatures. I felt as though I was at a Star Trek convention with a sticker on my chest that said "Hi...I'm New Here".

So, I go out on a limb and say hello. I also state that although I find all the theories intriguing and very intelligent, that the theory HAD to be simpler than that. It's TV, for goodness sake. The majority of the TV-viewing audience wants to be entertained without wondering if a certain character is a nanobot. Yeah, we like to think a little bit for ourselves, but not to the point of having an aneurysm trying to figure stuff out.

There is a reason why 'The Simpsons' have been in the Top 10 for it's entire run.

Hmmm...maybe Marg's HUGE hair is hiding a nanobot brain or something?

What happened to the days of just sitting and being entertained by the television.

Oops, I forgot. That happens every night of the week now with the takeover of reality TV. I've forgotten that actual TV 'SERIES' were originally meant to make you think a little.

Anyway, for those of you that haven't watched "Lost", DO. I guarantee you'll be hooked.

The tribe has spoken.

27

We hit the casino last night. Had a FABOO dinner (filet mignon, garlic potatos, asparagus in hollandaise) then headed out to HOPEFULLY have a FABOO night of gambling.

It had its ups and downs, like always. I don't know why I torture myself at the slots. I sit there and wonder if I should just be feeding my 20-dollar-bills into a shredder instead...

Towards the end of the night, we gave roulette a go.

Me: I say put $15 on 27.
Hub: 15? Why not 5 and then we'll have 2 other bets to place?
(Minimum bet was $15, by the way)
Me: Just try it.
Hub: Alright.

BAM!! 27!! 35 to 1. Sweet!

Me: I say do it again.
Hub: It won't hit twice in a row.
Me: You never know.
(I point out that both 25 and 10 have hit twice in the last little while)
Hub: This time I'll just put $5.
Me: Ok

BAM!! 27!! 35 to 1. Sweet!

Me: What do you think? 3 times a charm?
Hub: Ok. Just $5 though.
Me: K.

Wah. 5. Ah well.

We bet 27 for our anniversary date yesterday. Guess we could have stuck to the whole date thing the third time. May is the 5th month.

The things you think about after the fact, eh?

TIN

I just looked up what a '10th Anniversary" means. You know, 25 years is silver, 50 years is gold. 10 years is tin. Even better is the fact that "aluminum" is followed in brackets beside it. Who thinks up this stuff?

If you haven't figured it out, today is my husband and my 10th wedding anniversary. A Decade of Wedded Bliss. I know, I know...corny. Let's just say we made it a "Decade Without Killing Each Other". That seems like more of an accomplishment nowadays, don't you think?

I remember waking up this time 10 years ago and immediately looking out the window.
Sunshine. No evidence of a grey cloud or rain anywhere in sight. I was secretly hoping for an early morning sprinkle that day, so I could be assured of some sort of lottery winnings sometime throughout our marriage. Nope. Sunshine and blue, blue skies. Ah well.

That was a fun day. I remember I promised myself to take time out every so often and just take everything in and enjoy it. And enjoy it, we did. Everything went off without a 'hitch'. The only thing I remember worrying about, as brief as it was, was our nephew's tux. All the girls were posing in my parents living room before the ceremony, and across the way, in walks my sister-in-law with our neice and nephew...the flowergirl and the ring bearer. Shannon looks like an angel. Matthew walks in with his pantlegs a good 4 inches off the ground...with kelly green socks on! It wouldn't have been so bad if my colours WEREN'T midnight blue. I remember spotting this, and my best friend said (without un-posing for the camera) "we'll fix it". She was always one step ahead of me that day.

So the day was terrific. But not as terrific as the past 10 years have been. It's been filled with humour and love and understanding and patience and kidness. It's had it's ups and its downs like most marriages, but to come through it all says something.

I think it says it deserves more that tin (aluminum).

Oh wait, I just found the modern translation. Diamonds.

NOW we're talkin'!

(Happy Anniversary, Honey!)

talk show friends

Talk shows. Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em.

Not the lame ass ones like Springer or Sally or Rikki Lake..none of that garbage.
Even Tony Danza has a very, VERY weak one.

Now Oprah, I love.
She is the Queen...
Except now its like she KNOWS it
Which is kind of unappealing
But her show is like an old friend
I don't get to sit and watch it everyday,
But I know when I need to, there it is.

Now Rosie
She got into my blood very quickly.
It was like that 'old friend' feeling, but she felt more 'in reach'
In a sense.
She was like all the friends I went to highschool with.
She was like all the friends I snuck into bars with.
She was like all of my friends who I used to lock myself in my room with
And sing out loud
To the Captain & Tennille, or Donny & Marie

If I couldn't watch, I taped the show everyday.
Sometimes I watched it twice
Just to hear host-chat for a second time
I used to wish that the whole show was host-chat.
Nevermind Richard Simmons
Or Pacey from Dawson's Creek

I've seen the show 3 times in person.
Got in stand-by each and every time.
Horseshoe up my butt?
Perhaps.
And each time was better than the last.

Now there is Ellen.
Never miss her, either.
She truly makes me pee my pants.
She is becoming a friend.
Slowly but surely
She appears to me a truly truly kind human being
You can't help but like her
You can't help but love the show

But it's no Ro show.

Wild Rose Country

Or...
Big Sky Country OR
Big MALL Country..
Whatever you wanna call it
It's a wonderful place to live.

Alberta, in case anyone is still wondering
(Nancy probably is...she's a Yank...Yanks don't know about western Canada ;) lol)

The richest province in Canada
Home to Banff and Jasper National Parks
Snuggled in the Canadian Rockies
Home of the World's largest shopping mall
(No, the one in Minnesota comes in second)

We lived in Edmonton for 4 years
Before moving back to the "Big Smoke"
When we were leaving there, I was so ready to come home
Missing everyone is tough
It makes you have tunnel vision
It makes you not appreciate how wonderful you have it
Because you just want to see everyone again

Well, we miss it.

Something about this time of year makes us miss it more.
We used to pack up my Honda and head to Banff
Almost every weekend from Victoria Day until Labour Day
Sunroof open, driving along the Icefields Parkway
With Jann cranked
(Always had to put Ms. Arden in during this trip)

We miss the people - almost TOO friendly, we thought
(Our neighbours actually baked us oatmeal cookies the day we brought in...
...we thought we were trapped in Pleasantville!)
We miss the traffic...or the lack thereof.
We miss the restaurants
(What is it with us and food?)
We miss Boomer's old vet...she was the greatest.
We miss the sun being up until 11pm is the summer.
(We could get 18 holes in after work)
We miss going to Oiler games, well...when the NHL was playing.
I miss Save-On More grocery store....yes, food again.
We miss our old house.
(Next to the new one we just bought, it was our hands-down favourite)
We miss NO Provincial Sales Tax..
(We noticed it the most in restaurants...I know, I know...)
I miss country music being COOL
(Yes, I'm a fan...got a problem with that?)
I miss Edmonton.

While I was there, more towards the end of the 4 years at the peak of my missing everyone...
I used to joke that "Happiness Is Edmonton In the Rear View Mirror"
Now there are days when I'd give anything to be driving the Trans-Canada towards it.
With Jann cranked, of course.

Don't get me wrong. I am in LOVE with the house we just bought and am ecstatic that we're moving to 'the country'...

It's just me 'missing' again.

Grass isn't always greener.
Actually, it rarely is.

Think about that.

requests

So, I'm snuggled in bed this morning, sharing a pillow with my pumpkin, watching 'Caillou'. Between you and I, I can't stand that freakin' cartoon. Just when I think the show is teaching an important lesson about something, Caillou begins his regular WHINING about something. The fact that they have a educational cartoon for toddlers where the main character is such a whiner is beyond me. The fact that this kid is 4 and still completely BALD is also beyond me...

Anyway...

Caillou has a baby sister. And in this particular episode, the term "baby sister" and 'baby brother' is repeated frequently. About 10 minutes into the show, my 22 month old 'baby' turns to me and says "mommy?" and I say "yes, pumpkin?"...she says "baby brother?" I got all 'verklempt' and teared up a little.

We would love to give her a baby brother or sister, but the fact that it has now become a REQUEST of HERS rather than just a hope or thought of OURS makes it all the more pressing.

She was a surprise for us. Completely. And it has been years since we actually counted days and timed 'stuff' and planned. Now it's important for me to do all that again.

The thing is, one more person will be disappointed if anything 'fails'. Up until now we've given her everything she has requested. Well, within reason.

It scares me that perhaps we won't be able to fulfill this one request. That would mean disappointing her.

Or maybe someone up there also heard this little angel's requests and will to their darndest to fullfill it.

That would be double the pleasure. A new little angel to make my existing little angel smile.

Now, all I would have to do is guarantee her a brother, not a sister...

Jeesh...a woman's work is never done, is it?

A Change in Plans

Yes, I'm here.
We were supposed to be in Montreal for the long weekend (remember?? eating 'heart attacks on a plate?'?).
We're not.
We're home.

My man hurt his back.
He hurt it lifting a broken planter off the deck.
Although he tells his friends that the 'trapeze broke' in the bedroom.
Whatever. Men. ((rolling eyes))
You just have to look at me and know that I've probably never even been on a balance beam, let alone a freakin' trapeze.

So we stayed home.
That's ok. Lots to do around here.
Gotta get ready to put that sign in the lawn and move out of this sardine can.
Well, the house isn't one, the neighbourhood is.
Please see "The Country" for further information

It's a long weekend here.
Fireworks every night.
Poor Boomer.
He was my "first born" but he's getting up there.
10 this Christmas.
Bad hip. Bad knee. Bad eyes.
Wonderful disposition.
Loving spirit.
I have to say that I do believe his is the best dog, ever.
He's a Lab. What more can I say?

We may venture out to look for a "big girl bed" for my baby today.
Probably at IKEA.
Their beds are nice and close to the ground.
Less worrysome for me. Less hurtful for her.
She's a sprawler...like her mother.
We're skipping all the beds in between and going right for a double for her.
Seems to be the right choice.
Room for me in there, then.

So we went from fighting traffic for 5 hours each way
And eating greasy food
To relaxing at home
Doing normal 'home stuff'
And probably still eating greasy food at some point.

I think we made the right choice.

sand

What is it about sand that can make a child happy for hours?

It's so amazing to watch. You can almost see their little minds under construction as they dig and pour and rake and pile it up...and yes, sometimes taste. Luckily that only happens once, maybe twice.

There is nothing more relaxing than watching a kid play in the sand, too. Its a very quiet activity, and those are few and far between with a 22 month old..lol.

Anyway, that's how I spent my morning. At the park watching my daughter play in the sand. The park is fully equipped with brand new swings and slides and toddler rock walls and monkey bars, but no. She was just happy to walk into the middle of all that, plunk down with her various pails and shovels and construct her mind.

I guess muscle construction will come a little later.

Minds first.

She's a smart girl.

The country

We did it. Firmed up the deal on the new house yesterday. As of November we will become 'country folks' and we couldn't be more excited.

Well, if you consider 15 minutes west of where we are NOW becoming 'country folks'.

If there isn't a Starbucks, a Blockbuster, a McDonalds or even a grocery store within a 15 minute drive, that's the country.
If I look out the window and I see trees and grass rather than the roof of my neighbours Toyota 4-Runner, thats the country.
If there is actually a tree that has been there for more than 5 years, that's the country.

(Geez, I'm starting to sound like that "You know you're a Redneck" fella...enough of that...I think you catch my drift)

The kicker? Our lot is HUGE. When you've been used to living on a lot the size of a postage stamp, that's exciting stuff.

I'm excited that I'll have to cook more...instead of having the convenience of take-out everywhere you turn.
I'm excited to have a veggie garden, instead of a lame-ass tomato plant in a planter on our deck.
I'm excited that my daughter will see that there ARE more stars in the sky.
I'm excited that I'll be actually able to let her play without me walking a foot behind her all the time.

Exciting, eh?

meat, grease & pickles

We have a long weekend coming up here next weekend...the weekend before your Memorial Day weekend (for all my American buddies) is our Victoria Day weekend. Otherwise known as 'May Two-Four'...named after a case of 24 beer..no joke. Leave it to Canadians to name a holiday after a case of beer just because the actual date is around the 24th of May...

But, the weekend is virtually all about that. Beer, BBQ and fireworks. Oh yeah..and that's when we plant our gardens because MOST places in Canada haven't any snow by then....

We're hopping on Ontario's biggest headache...a.k.a. Hwy 401 and heading EAST to La Belle Province of Quebec...specifically Montreal. Why you ask?

Smoked Meat, of course.

Oh yeah, we lived there briefly, and my husband grew up there. Yeah it's nice to see family and friends while we're there. But c'mon, ya gotta EAT, right??

So, Smoked Meat. Schwartz's downtown has the best, hands down. But, there are MANY close seconds to choose from, and all serve mile-high smoked meat on rye with a LOAD of fries, slaw & a pickle.

BUT, it doesn't JUST come on a sandwich. You can get it on your spaghetti and on your pizza, too.

The fries? Dark and greasy. The way fries are SUPPOSED to be. I don't know how long these places go before they change the grease in their vats, but it' working.

The best part about the fries is the sound they make. You know, the sound of your arteries slamming shut when you eat them??

The slaw? Well, that depends. Sometimes it's yummy, sometimes it's not. Sometimes it looks and tastes like someone in the kitchen has actually taken the time to make it, and other times its like Joe in the back hollers "crap! I forgot to make today's slaw!" and they just whip it together and it's as dry as a bone.

But, the pickle? The outstanding pickle. I don't think I've ever had a better pickle than the pickles I've had in Montreal. When you can smell the garlic rising from your pickle off your plate, you KNOW you've got a good pickle. It's worth it to pay for an extra pickle or two.....trust me.

So, there you have it. Our plans for the upcoming long weekend. We're driving 5 hours to savour a couple of heart attacks on a plate.

Hopefully our friends and family can join us :)

Fore! In this little outfit and with that look on her face, it's as if she's just looked at the scoreboard and realized she has to make a double-birdie on the last hole to win.... 

The Comment 'Ticker'

Is it just me that gets super-excited when they log onto thier blog and see that the number beside the word 'Comment' has changed?

How frikken exciting is that?!?! VERY exciting, if you ask me..

Ok, ok...some of you are thinking 'LOSER'...or some of you are thinking "Cripes, it must be REALLY boring up there in Canada' ;) ... But hopefully some of you are thinking "I do too!!"

Some of you ARE thinking that, aren't you?? <>>

;)

e-snippiness

I don't know about you, but I respond to what I think is e-snippiness, with more e-snippiness. Seems fair to me.

It gets confusing when the conversation is taking place online, in either MSN, AIM or whatever messenger service you use. You tend to read comments in your head differently than how the person typing them actually MEANT them. This can lead to MANY problems.

At the first sign of, what we are calling e-snippiness, the other person responds with the same. From that point on, it just grows and grows until sometimes, you both leave the e-conversation with the same feeling as you have when you fight face to face with a friend. Well, maybe "fight' is a strong word...when you have a DISCUSSION with a friend.

Same goes for e-snippy emails. These can be harmful to a friendship. A very good friend and I have actually gone 2 weeks without emailing as a direct result of reading 'e-snipppiness' into emails where there wasn't supposed to be any at all. I blamed hers on the lack of smilies and emoticons (because EVERYONE KNOWS a winky-man means "KIDDING!!!")...and she blamed mine on too MANY. I'm an LOL and LMAO-lover...what can I say?? There can never be too many smilies, either, I don't think.

I guess you just have to know the person really well so you can actually hear what they are typing as if they were saying it, in your head.

Life is too damn short to e-fight, don't you think?

blackout

I was just thinking that it has felt like a 'blogger blackout' for the last few days.
Ever since Rosie had to turn her comments off again, it has felt as if I'm sitting in a room without lights, telephone or cable.
She made it so easy to just CLICK and discover the wonderful world of BLOG.
She made it simple to read the wonderful thoughts of others with just the touch of a fingertip.

I like to do as little work as possible, you see. I'm link-crazy.

I am glad that just the comments are gone and not her blog.

Now that would be a shame.

I'm crossing my fingers that the lights, phone and cable will be back on soon.
Until then, I'll just read.

Outside

My poor little pumpkin.
ALL day long she is the happiest girl in the world...smiling, laughing, talking, playing. We go to our different programs and she's smiling, laughing, talking, playing...even when we leave there she's fine.

BUT.....

Head outside to play now that spring has sprung? Still no problem...she smiles, laughs, talks, plays, runs around. Then, when its time to come BACK indoors after playing with all the kids outside? OH MY GOSH. Hissy-fit time. I've never seen her bawl her eyes out more than when its time to come back in from being outside.

It gets to a point where I just scoop her up and carry her home while she's crying her little eyes out. And she gets a little dramatic too...holding her hand out over my shoulder as if she's reaching for the friend that mean mommy is tearing her away from. "Emmmmiiiilllllyyyy' she cries through the tears.

It breaks my heart, actually.

It's tough because as of now it's just her. She's the only one and most of the time its just her and I all days long. I have her in programs with other kids but she doesn't do it there. Just OUTSIDE.

I hope she grows out of it. Although I hate leaving 'fun' places too...and if it were socially acceptable for a 36 year old woman to cry like that, I probably would, too.

Awww...stop crying, pumpkin :(

cowards

My sister used to date a coward. In fact, she dated a coward for almost 9 years, but didn't know he was one.

I call him such because he and my sister recently broke up...well, 'recently' means just under a year ago. They broke up because he thought 'things were going too fast" (remember, NINE years) and that he didn't think he was ready for marriage and the house, etc. Oh yeah, he also didn't want to get married because 'everything will change..we'll spend every Saturday afternoon at Home Depot instead of doing cool things". These two aren't teenagers...they are in their late twenties...

So, they break up. Within the month he has a new tart on his arm. Within the month my sister is still depressed. She misses him, but also feels that some time has been wasted. You hate to look at things like that, but girls do anyway...

She keeps in touch with a member of his family, who tells her recently that the coward is getting married to the new tart that was on his arm. The new tart's family has put a downpayment down on a house for them and organized the 400 plus wedding for them. Can you say Tony Soprano? Catch my drift? Well, thats the speculation, anyway.

Apparently the new tart was around before my sister wasn't.

Bottom line:

If you don't love somebody anymore, just tell them. Don't make up story after story to try and make things easier, because they just make things worse when the truth comes out. And it will come out. It will come out and bite you in the ass and make you look like the coward that you are.

"I don't love you anymore" is very, VERY hard to hear. But "I screwed around and cheated on your for a few months and made up a story as to why I didn't want to be with you and I basically LIED for the last few years of our relationship" is worse.

Be a man, that's what I say. Or maybe its a good thing you got all of your lying out, already....because from what I hear, your new in-laws won't stand for that...

Coward.

mama's day

This weekend sounds like a good time to tell this story. To this day it still amazes me.

We'd been married for 7 years already. Moved all over the country, had our ups and downs like everyone else. Deep down I always thought the root of our 'problems' was the fact that we couldn't get pregnant. Not that we thought that a baby would 'fix' everything, but a son or daughter would 'complete' us in a way that we would finally feel like a family and not just 'us'. We both felt that we were put here to be parents, and the fact that it wasn't happening was wearing on us.

Not just that, EVERYONE around us was getting pregnant. It came to a point where I didn't want to answer the phone because I KNEW it was one of our dear friends telling us they were expecting. It's a terrible thing to think, because they're your friends. But it gets really, really TOUGH hearing it over and over when you're TRYING over and over...

I guess we got to a point where we put it out of our mind. We'd never said the words, but I think we both decided that maybe it wasn't meant to be. We'd been told different things by doctors, but never seeked any infertility treatment or anything like that. I think we were both scared to hear the words from them, you know? Anyway, we moved again, got busy and I started a new job. Now, I know new jobs aren't that exciting to talk about, but I mention this one because I believe it was the turning point. I truly do.

I went to work for a Wellness Centre. Chiropractors, massage, physio...stuff like that. I was thier administrator which meant HELLO! Free treatments!! That was even better than the measly salary, trust me. I started getting regular chiropractic treatment, originally for my asthma (which helped a TON, by the way) but then I would get adjustments at least twice a week.

Within 2 months after starting there, I thought to myself "hmmm, I'm late". I've been late before...a million times. So, for fun (and because deep down I'm a sucker for punishment) I went and bought a PG test. Took it and 2 lines showed up. I remember thinking "there, see, 2 lines, I'm just late" and I was seconds from tossing it in the garbage. Then I thought "wait a second....TWO lines" I had never seen TWO lines before. We didn't believe it. We were so disbelieving that I hopped in my car and went and got another test.

2 lines again. Called the doctor. The nurse (a buddy of mine) told me to come over and they'd do THEIR test. So I did. She dips into it and says "well, there's only 1 line Bonny". Surprisingly, I wasn't upset. I kind of just shrugged, stood up, gathered my things and she then said "hang on...a second line has come up!" LOL Right there I thought "hell, this baby is going to be a procrastinator just like I am!"...

So there you have it. For weeks we couldn't believe it. Everyone around us was SO happy. Everyone kept asking me if I was doing anything different and ll I could think of was the chiro treatments. The treatments align the nerves in the spine properly so that your body can operate to its full potential, and cure itself properly, and move properly. With conception, everything has to be JUST right.

There is no medical evidence that chiropractic can act as a fertility treatment, but all I know is that before I was getting treated, it was just the two of us. Now she is and our hearts seem full.

I'm sold.

Yum. Doesn't get any better than this. 

She doesn't need to be all decked out like this to let us know she rules our kingdom..LOL.

remembering

I've come to the conclusion that I remember way too much.

I remember everything. Anything and everything. It's funny though, back in school I remembered nothing. I remembered just enough to get by, but that was it. Do you think you only remember what is important to you? Well, for me that has to be the case.

Now I know why my feelings get hurt when people in my life don't remember something. It makes me think that they didn't think it was as important as I did.

I remember dates. I remember what particular song was popular ON those dates. I remember the weather on those dates. I remember what I ate on those dates. I remember things that were said to different people on those dates.

I remember people. I remember what songs were on when I was with those people. I remember what I was wearing and what the other person was wearing. I remember glances and looks that the people gave me. I remember how I looked at them.

I remember smells. I remember where I was when I smelled that smell. I still have a candle that a friend sent me and every now and then I smell it and instantly, a memory appears. And when I smell that smell, it makes me remember the people, the music, the food, the glances, the weather, the clothes and everything involved in that memory.

THERE! You see. Schoolwork doesn't HAVE a smell.

That explains everything.

bullseye

Wow. Rosie's BLOG today struck a nerve. HUGE.
It was as if she reached into my head and yanked a perfect memory out.

I love that she can be completely honest now.
I think if I had the choice between watching her show for 6 years
OR
Reading her BLOG for the rest of my life
I would pick the latter.

Although her show brings back some perfect memories, as well. (lol)

She just keeps hitting the bullseye.

best li'l thing on the planet

What's cheaper than a fresh coat of paint on a 2400 square foot home?
About 8 Mr Clean Magic Erasers, that's what :)

I received a free sample MONTHS ago and tossed it into my drawer. You know the drawer that everone has that is mentally labelled "stuff I will never used but am keeping anyway'? Anyway, we're having a real estate agent come to 'size up' the joint tomorrow and I was looking around at the scuffs and marks everywhere. So, I opened the 'stuff I will never use but am keeping anyway' drawer and pull out this 'magic' eraser.

Voila....the house looks like we DID just put a fresh coat of paint on the walls. And the free sample didn't last long (remember I told you the footage of the place)...so off I go to Wal-mart and grab 4 boxes....they even come with 2 in a box....this keeps on getting better and better....

Home I come anxious to start 'magic' erasing again. Now I'm obsessed What is in it to make it so damn magical anyway?

If anyone knows the answer to this, please let me know. Until then, I'll just be over here magically erasing....