Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
This is my Christmas present, I am still in disbelief.
My Superman and I usually don't go overboard and buy each other extravagant Christmas gifts, after all it's all about the monkeys.
Well to my utter shock and disbelief Superman blew me away with this wonderful gift.
It's got me a little intimidated, it's beautiful, light weight, takes clean, crisp,vivid gorgeous shots.
I'm in love!!
I can't wait to use it to it's potential, that is after I read the manual(when are the girls going back to school? LOL), right now I'm shooting on auto(told you I was intimidated, LOL).
So to all my blogger ladies out there, any tips, hints and suggestions are most welcome, please...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
All ready to go, think it's hardened enough so it won't collapse like last year, LOL..
So far so good...
What happened to my helpers, eating on the job, LOL...
I laughed at this picture, it looks like Jillian is thinking about ripping off the roof and devouring it.
We have had another snowy, blustery day with frigid temperatures. We are starting to get cabin fever, I think it's a little too cold for playing outside. It is great for getting the skating rink started, we need to flood it again tonight, the girls are ready to skate!
We are making sugar dough tonight so it can be ready to go for Santa cookies, we'll bake them Christmas eve.
Hope your having a great day..
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Jennifer is allergic to Penicillin, she has an all over itchy rash.
Our Doctor is now off until the new year, we need different antibiotics!!
This means a trip to the walk in clinic, crap, if your not sick going in you will have all sorts of icky bugs upon departing!
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse....
Things seems to be improving a little today, the girls are fighting over their favourite spot on the couch, LOL. Jennifer is eating this morning and her eyes don't have that fevered, glassy look(that was making Mommy so scared). Thanks for all the good wishes, there working, wink...
As everyone starts their travels to family and friends, stay safe and enjoy.....
Thursday, December 18, 2008
My poor little Puddin' Pop has strep throat, I took her to the Doctor today and he prescribed antibiotics. He said she should return to her old self in about 48 hours.
This is good news, he also said to watch Jilly-bean for symptoms, sigh..
Just a note to myself, expect the unexpected and DON"T procrastinate!!
As a storm is approaching our area I still have some Christmas shopping and running around to do, with a sick child and Superman on nights.
When will I ever learn, ahhhhhh.....
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Superman and Jilly-bean inside our backyard igloo
Test driving for the big night..
We had a very!! busy weekend, the weather was horrible but we didn't let that stop us!
A Coalition Christmas Story
T’was three weeks before Christmas, when all through the house.
"Now Dion! now, Duceppe! Now Mays - you vixen!Let’s get together, It’s time to Listen!To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!Let’s unite! Let’s unite! Separatists and all!"And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of Canadians, not aloof.They drew in their heads, and turned around,And down the chimney St Harper came with a bound.He was dressed all in gold, from his head to his feet,Letting them know he wouldn’t be easy to defeat.A bundle of Tories he had flung on his back,And he looked like a King, with nothing to lack.His eyes-how they glared! his fists, how clenched!He stands for democracy, and won’t see it trenched!His droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer,For the governor-general soon would appear.
The promise of dissolving he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it caused encircled his head like a wreath.He had a stern face and a little round belly,And wanted to bury Dion in a bowlful of jelly!Harper was elected by Canadians, voted in fair,Not a Weasel, not a Separatist, not the guy with no hair!With them getting together, it will have to be said,Canadians will face the future with dread.Harper spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,Shook his head in disgust, then turned to the jerk.And laying his middle finger aside of his nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout,Trying to teach Canadians, what this is about.And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,"This is the end of democracy, C’mon lets fight!"
By Wendy Heuvel, with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, author of the original.
Posted by kerri at 8.12.08
Monday, December 1, 2008
Today is my Grandma's birthday, she would have been 89, all day I have thought of how she might be celebrating.
Dancing with my Grandpa, eating chocolate cake or date squares, did she know I was thinking of her all day. Would she be disappointed in me for crying because I missed her today just like the day I got the call saying she had passed away. I know she never wanted me to mourn her passing but celebrate her life.
So today as she would of celebrated 89 wonderful years I think of the times we shared, the laughs, the tender moments, our secrets and private jokes. I thought of what a life she led, one of joy, hardships and how she lived every minute to the fullest. I was so proud to be her Granddaughter.
Your love lives on in my heart, so today I wish you a happy birthday and send you all my love.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Lately the best conversations between Jennifer and I happen at the dinner table or in the car.
Last night driving to piano lessons Jennifer and I were immersed in conversation all the while Jillian listening intently.
"Mom, I have a meeting tomorrow with the boss"
"You do, who's the boss"
"Trevor Mom, he's the boss of the army"
"The boss of the army?" I asked in surprise
"Yes Mom, the army, were in the army and he is the boss, I am Hawk girl, you know why I'm hawk girl"
"Okay, why are you Hawk girl?"
"I can scream like a hawk" Jennifer is now screeching at a deafening pitch.
I am quite intrigued at her talk of the army so I continue to ask questions.
"What does your army do?"
"We protect the people and food from the bad men that blow things up"
I am now quiet in the car, there is silence.
I long for the innocence of my childhood for my daughters, when bad men didn't blow things up and we just played house....