Sunday, January 29, 2006

Four Things

Dixie tagged me and I am ever so grateful. I was just sitting here thinking, "I haven't got anything to say. I wish I could think of something to write..." AND four is my very favorite number!

Four jobs I've had:
1. Cook at Pizza Hut
2. Sex Ed. Teacher
3. "Substitute Teacher" (Babysitter)
4. Mommy

Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. Singin' In The Rain
2. Pride and Prejudice (BBC version)
3. Easter Parade
4. The Importance of Being Earnest

Four places I've lived:
1. Martensville (Mom and Dad's)
2. Regina (Bible College)
3. Main Street Saskatoon (My family will remember that place as the one with this hole in the washroom ceiling and if you used the toilet while it was raining you would get wet...ter.)
4. Yorkton (Three houses and counting...)

Four TV shows I love: (Oh man, my favorite shows are my secret shame... Dare I be truthful?)
1. Corner Gas (Okay... That one's not embarrassing...)
2. America's Next Top Model (That one is.)
3. The Apprentice (Oh, how I love The Donald...)
4. Match Game (I can't help myself.)

Four places I've vacationed:
1. Lakes, lakes, and more lakes. (My favorite is Ispachaw.)
2. Mexico City/Acapulco
3. A houseboat on the Shuswaps in B.C. (Our honeymoon... Sigh... So relaxing.)
4. Does my backyard count? Cause really there's really nothing like sitting in your backyard in a paddling pool with a nice cold drink... Especially if you have a child with you to make it look more normal... Although, Ang and I once snorkeled in my paddling pool with not a child in sight. It was fabulous... I think we may have had some coolers with us that day... Maybe a few too many?
4. If my backyard doesn't count then I will add our visit to Vancouver Island... I miss you people out there!

Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Icecream
2. Burritos
3. Garden cucumbers with buttermilk or vinegar
4. This salad that Glen's mom makes...

Four sites I visit daily:
1. Yahoo (Email)
2. A whole stinkload of blogs
3. The Hungersite
4. Pregnancy Calendar

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Our honeymoon
2. Any other lake
3. Mexico City (Or maybe Quito, Ecuador, so I can see Kirsten.)
4. My backyard, IN THE SUMMER, with a paddling pool, Benjamin, Ang, and some drinkies. (And maybe Glen weeding in the background... Ahhh... Summer... 'Cept I'll be nursing so no drinkies... Maybe popsicles.)

Four bloggers I am tagging:
1. Ang
2. Dad
3. Shirley
4. Mel

Thursday, January 26, 2006

My Big Boy

Tonight Benjamin FINALLY said I love you for the first time. I've been trying to get him to say it FOREVER and he finally said it. I cried. Big surprise. Then I got Glen to grab the video camera so we could capture it on tape. Of course. (I can't post video clips, or it would so be on here. He's so sweet, I can hardly stand it.)

He's getting so big and changing so fast. When we go outside in the cold he says, "Cote." (He's a toddler and he's already mastered the Canadian habit of talking about the weather.) When he wants to go downstairs he pulls at my pants and says, "Tairs, tairs." (Too bad I'm usually wearing pants with elastic waistbands... I've been "pantsed" more than once.) When I pray with him at the end of each prayer he says, "YAY!" (I seriously don't know where he came up with that one.) He feeds himself now, and when he's full he says, "All done." (I'm mostly happy he's finally started eating at all... Skinny little Smeagol...)

He honestly learns at least a new word every day, today it was "trees" and "chicken". I want to slow him down so badly. I want to take each day and memorize every minute with him. I feel like I'm losing him and he's only a year and a half... What am I going to do when he goes to kindergarten? Sigh... Maybe the new baby will help me to cope with the fact that my Benjamin isn't a baby any more. Or maybe the contrast will just make it seem even worse... Who knows?

At this moment he's wearing this crazy toque, hitting his drum, and dancing in between songs and I just adore every molecule that makes up his body. He's the best, smartest, funniest, sweetest little boy in the whole world and I can't believe I get to be his Mommy forever. So no matter what, I suppose he'll always be my baby... Even if he's not so much of a baby anymore...

Oh, and Benjamin... In case you missed it, I love you too.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Something To Pray About

Ang already mentioned this on her site, but it's pretty important to both of us so you're going to hear it here too.

My friend/cousin (2nd cousin? 1st cousin once removed?) Mavis has recently discovered that she has brain cancer. She was having really bad headaches and went in to the doctor to get it checked out. That evening she went in for a CAT scan and a few days later she went in for surgery. The surgeons removed a tumor about the size of a small orange, but they couldn't get it all. Some of it is in around her brain stem. Now she has radiation treatments in front of her and she's been told she can't work for at least six months. She's single and runs a daycare, so you can imagine what her financial situation is...

I love Mavis. Mavis is one of those people who just makes me feel happy when I am around her. She is one of the nicest girls I know. She is really one of my very favorite family members... She takes up a pretty big space in my heart. We've had a lot of good times together, most of them at Redberry Bible Camp... My very favorite was in Regina though... Oh man, just thinking about her makes me smile. Now it makes me cry a bit too. I'm worried about her. I wish I lived closer. I'd like to be the person she could count on if she needs a ride to the store or just a visit with some chips and a movie. She shouldn't have to worry about having enough money for groceries... I think she has enough to worry about right now.

I wish I had a picture of her for those of you who don't know her, but all of my pictures were taken before the days of digital cameras... Maybe I can find one and scan it in... I'll keep everyone posted since apparently our family gossip mill is not running at full steam. (I just found out last night and she went in for surgery nearly a month ago!)



Father, please take care of Mavis. Help her not to feel scared. Stay close to her and let her know in lots of ways that you are with her and that you love her. Send people her way to lift her spirits and to bring support.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Thoughts of a Raving Pro-lifer on the Eve of an Election

I'm going to write something here that some people might think is inflammatory... I HATE ABORTION IN ANY AND ALL CIRCUMSTANCES. And worse, I intend to vote accordingly. I know lots of people will say we can't legislate goodness. We can't force people to make right choices. If we could touch people's hearts and help them find God then we'd see real change. (Well, duh... But why can't we stand up against sin until then, or are we supposed to just stand by and watch while our society destroys itself?)

I know lots of people say if we make something like abortion illegal it will just force women to attain abortions on some kind of freaky black market. I agree. That would be terrible. I also know I can't make people's choices for them. I'm not sure I even think abortion should be illegal. I do know one thing for sure. I HATE THAT MY TAX DOLLARS PAY FOR ABORTIONS. Oh, I hate that. It makes me literally sick to my stomach. I'm indirectly paying for babies to be murdered. I'm paying for some of them to be ripped into tiny pieces by a knife with a vacuum on the end of it, pulled from their mother's stomachs, and then dumped in the trash. I try not to think about it too often because I always cry if I do.

I guess I'm just really sick of being told that as a Christian my only job is to show compassion. It seems like lately it's cool to tolerate sin in the lives of others with the idea that if we show any kind of judgment we are not witnessing in a way that is pleasing to God. I feel like I'm not supposed to include the "all have sinned" part in my presentation of the gospel. I'm supposed to only talk about the love of God, but not the judgment. I'm not supposed to say that abortion is a sin and try to stop it from being an accepted part of our society because then I am a being a judgmental bigot.


I think that by the same reasoning we would be wrong to stop a murder from happening in front of us. The murderer would only be doing what they thought was right at the time. They would think that this was the best way to deal with a difficult situation. They would be making a choice that could possibly make their lives a lot easier. Oh sure, I should offer them counseling, but in the end the choice should be theirs. They'd be making a choice under a delusion, but I believe women are also deluded if they think an abortion is their best option.

(You don't like my murderer analogy? Okay, how about this? Why have we made it the law that everyone has to wear a seatbelt? Shouldn't it be the individual's choice whether or not they think they need to be protected from flying through a windshield What business is it of our government's to legislate the safest and best way to travel in a moving vehicle? Shouldn't we just make sure people know the facts and then let them make their own choice? And yet, we're fine with the seatbelt law. It's only common sense after all... But I think it's only common sense that people shouldn't be allowed to kill unborn children! And don't bother arguing that, unlike abortion, no one thinks the seatbelt law is debatable. I've seen the loonies on T.V. arguing that sometimes you're safer without a seatbelt and it should be everyone's personal choice. We've legislated something because we think it is in people's best interest to wear a seatbelt, whether they like it or not.)

Abortions are easy to obtain in this country and I believe that we are damaging women by making them so accessible. By publicly funding abortions we are making it easier for women to make a choice that will hurt them. Why should a teen bother thinking about consequences and, at the very least, using contraceptives if they know there's an easy way out of an unwanted pregnancy? They see it as an easy way out and abortion is never an easy way out... Certainly not for the baby, but also for the mother. It is not easy on her physically, and it damages her emotionally and spiritually. I've heard all the rape arguments, and the health arguments, but I've never been convinced that ripping a child from your body will help anyone heal. Sorry. Don't bother arguing with me over this one. You won't convince me. I'm prepared to be completely unreasonable. I ache for all the women who've made the choice to abort their child. I ache for all the women who are even forced to consider it. I can't even imagine what it would feel like to be in that kind of a situation. I know life can deal people horrible blows. I definitely think this issue needs to be dealt with using the most compassion we can possibly find. But I don't think we are showing compassion when we say, "Let's help you get rid of your problem by paying for someone to murder your baby." That's what our country is saying to women when we publicly fund abortions.

I feel that abortion is wrong, way down deep in my soul. I want to scream it from a mountain top. I want to run into every clinic everywhere and save every baby and keep it for myself if I have to. Should I act on that belief by looking for ways to educate women and offer them alternatives? Absolutely. Once I've done that should I stand by and wait for them to choose what is right? Or do I have the right/obligation to stand up for the innocent and the helpless in the meantime? I'm not talking about blowing up clinics. I'm not even really sure I'm talking about campaigning to make abortions illegal. I just feel that by supporting a pro-choice candidate I am also supporting abortion with my acceptance that "There are some things I just can't change so I'll vote for this guy anyways..."


I think I could be satisfied if abortions weren't publicly funded anymore, but until then I'll vote for any pro-life candidate that comes along. It's my policy. It may be based on completely unreasonable emotions, but I've prayed long and hard about it, and I just can't go against the cry of my heart and do otherwise.

Anyways... *GO VOTE! Make yourself heard! I know lots of you won't agree with my voting policy, but I'd rather you voted against my choice of government because of what you believe than you sat at home and didn't make your voice heard at all!

*This public service announcement has been brought to you by the following sponsors.. Just kidding. It did get pretty preachy there, didn't it?

Friday, January 20, 2006

I vote... Rick

I am so sick of all the campaign ads already. They make me want to vote for... None of them. All of the commercials suck. Why can't they put out ads like this one? (I found it on Randall's site...) It's a doozy.

Course, you wouldn't want it to be that expensive, cause then we'd all just get mad about wasteful spending, but they could use politicians and party members...

I'd vote for someone who made a campaign commercial that was funny. I wish Rick Mercer would run... He already has lots of experience Talking to Americans, so I'm sure he'd be good for diplomatic relations with the States... It's a perfect fit really.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

BIG surprise! (Heavy on the sarcasm...)

I've been noticing this quiz all over the place on people's blogs, so I was curious how I would come out. I really don't know THAT much about each party's policies except for on a few key issues, so I was prepared for the quiz results to come out Liberal... And then ignore them. (Cause I'll tell you ONE thing. There is no WAY on this planet I am voting Liberal in this election.)

Your Results:
1. Stephen Harper Leader of the Conservative Party of Canada (100%)

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2. Jack Layton Leader of the New Democratic Party of Canada (92%)

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3. Gilles Duceppe Leader of the Bloc Quebecois (69%)

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4. Paul Martin Leader of Liberal Party of Canada, Prime Sinister of Canada (61%)

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LOL. According to this I'd rather vote the Bloc than the Liberals... LOL. Stinkin' frenchies. Stinkin' Liberals. Glen and I were just joking last night that I WOULD rather vote Bloc than Liberal... Which is going a BIT far... But only a bit.

(I have to admit, though, I am a teeny bit surprised... I didn't think I was QUITE that conservative.)

Monday, January 16, 2006

Getting ready for our new baby...

While we were at home over Christmas we noticed that Ben DOES NOT deal well with Mommy holding other children. In fact, he tried to push Krissy's baby off my lap during our New Year's visit. I couldn't hold Chloe without him crying either. He just doesn't get the whole baby thing. I was hoping he might like to help Mommy take care of a new baby, but he has too many jealousy issues. I don't want him to feel left out when I bring home his new little brother, but he is just too little for me to be able to explain anything to. Then Mom gave me this great idea...
So I got him a doll. Yes. I bought my son a doll. Dad's not happy. I say if it helps him understand and feel better when I bring the real thing home then it's worth the $20.00 and more. PLUS There's nothing really wrong with a boy learning to be nurturing and helpful. PLUS I got the doll with blue clothes. PLUS Here's this picture of Ben working on the remote for one of his cars to make all you manly men feel better. If the women don't find you handsome they should at least find you handy... Cept. Ben is SUPER good looking. He's got it all really. And what woman wouldn't want a man who can do diapers and bottles? (AND fix the remote?)

I know some of you will think I'm making Ben into a sissy, I say I'm just helping him learn to be a big brother... I HOPE!

Sunday, January 15, 2006

My Pister Ping...

Here is a picture of my sister that I've been wanting to put up here for a while now...
I like her. Lots.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Opinions?

I got this pamphlet in the mail from Crossings book club... I'm wondering if I want to join up. I checked online and if you join now you get five books for only 99 cents. What do you guys think?

(I'm asking because I wish I'd asked for opinions before I joined Grollier Children's Book Club. What a horrbible company. I don't think even Star Choice had them beat for HORRIBLE customer service. If you ever get anything from Grollier books THROW IT AWAY! Or, better yet, BURN IT! Then bury the ashes off your property so your yard isn't soiled with any of the leftover evilness. Seriously. It's a long story and I've since learned others have stories just as bad about Grollier. Put that word in your mind... Grollier... and DON'T EVER buy ANYTHING from them. Seriously.)

(Seriously.)

Monday, January 09, 2006

Lost in the barrens... Again.

I have nothing to say. I wish I could say I had something to say, but no time to say it, but the truth is my mind is barren again. This blog was supposed to be about things you couldn't find out about me in regular conversation. Lately though, I haven't written anything that anyone couldn't find out EASILY. The sad fact is there really isn't much more going on with me. I'm not thinking anything interesting. I'm bored with myself so I can't imagine being interesting to other people. And yet... The blog rolls on. Why? Because I'm bored.

Sigh. So go ahead and keep reading, but don't expect much for the next while.

(Although... The leadership debate is on right now and I'm yelling at the screen already, so maybe I'll have something to say after all. OR maybe I'll save myself the frustration and raised blood pressure and just put on a movie. Paul Martin's "Who me?" look is INFURIATING! ... Rage... Building... Vision... Blurring... Losing control...)

The pukefest rages on...

Benjamin has transformed my life in many ways. One of the more surprising changes is my change in attitude towards pets. My cats used to make me so happy. I wanted them to sleep on my bed, under my covers even. I loved my pets with a burning passion and I loved everybody else's pets too... Now? Not so much. Now I love Ben, he's squeezed the cats out of my affections.

I often find myself thinking the same thing my dad used to say ALL THE TIME. It's ironic to me that a phrase that used to offend and upset me has now become my mantra... Filthy Animal.

This morning our STUPID cat Phoebe, pictured above, ONCE AGAIN puked all over the floor. (I think she's bulimic. She's all about the binge and purge. The thing is, I hate puke. Especially warm from a cat's stomach.) Anyways, I find myself down on the floor, sopping up warm, chunky, fresh from the cat vomit and I'm thinking, "Filthy animal." And I am wondering, when did I become my father? I have been cleaning up puke from this cat for years and thinking mostly "Poor kitty..." Suddenly, almost ANYTHING the cats do drives me nuts. The cat hair which was never a problem before is a HUGE problem now. The meowing used to be cute, now? Meh.

I've even toyed with the idea of getting rid of the stupid things. Don't get to excited Dad, I don't hate them or anything, but when I am kneeling on the floor in the morning, nauseated from being pregnant, gagging, cleaning up the vomit of a filthy animal that doesn't know when to stop eating, I can't help but think it. (Ben was gagging too, by the way, I was worried he'd puke on the puke...)

The real irony is that now Dad has a pet he loves and I think of as "filthy animal."


The circle is now complete. When I met you I was but the learner. Now, I am the master.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Happy Birthday Dad!

Ben already said it, but I'm gonna say it too!

Happy Birthday to the best Dad that a girl like me could have! I love you and I like you too! You're one of the funniest, nicest, smartest guys I know. I love that I have a dad that I like hanging around with... Even though you like to watch shows like Fishing Canada and The Router Workshop...

Whoops! I almost forgot to add a flattering photo of the birthday boy!


There ya go!

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Another one bites the dust.

Glen's down. The pukefest rages on!

Thursday, January 05, 2006

I'm sick.

Jonathan and his family went down first. They are still trying to recover at Mom and Dad's. Mom and Dad went down next, followed closely by Grandma Newson. I was sure I had it beat. I thought, "If I was going to get sick, I'd be sick by now... Noah put his germy little fingers in my mouth and I let him... But I got away with it!"

Last night I started puking at around 2am... I am no longer in denial... Just the depths of despair. Oh please God, don't let Ben get sick... Have mercy on me. (On the up side... All of us should manage to lose all of our Christmas pounds within a few days...)

(For those of you looking for Christmas stuff on Ben's blog, don't hold your breath.)