Showing posts from January, 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 (O…

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…

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…

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 babi…

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.

Big Ad 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.

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%)
click here for info
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%)
click here for info
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 …

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 m…

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.


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.)


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..…

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 clea…

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!

Another one bites the dust.

Glen's down. The pukefest rages on!

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.)