tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184313582011-04-22T00:57:14.958-04:00Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-90375571494493120882007-04-24T18:55:00.000-04:002007-04-24T20:49:11.386-04:00

So uh it's been 23 days since I last blogged. No drama filled reason as to why, really, just kinda lost interest in it for a time. That's not to say bloggable things haven't happened, just that I haven't blogged 'em. Here's the rundown on why I've been feeling rundown.House for sale!Worked frantically with the help of my parents to get the house ready for sale. My jaw still drops when I

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Part of the fun of buying a new house is picking out all the finishes and upgrades. We did that last week.Some of the things on the upgrade list were unbelievable though. If you want a pullout garbage in your kitchen? The builder will charge you $600.00 to do it. That's right. Six hundred dollars. For just the garbage container (recycling and compost are EXTRA) The same ones you can buy

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Some of the fun (that's what we'll call it for now) that comes with owning an older home means that you have tons of work to do before it's ready to list. One of the most fun things we're doing is pitching/giving away stuff that we don't need, putting what we don't need right away in storage, chipping away loose paint and cement, filling the cracks, and re-painting the floor and walls with

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We're used to comments from strangers when we're out walking the dogs. They're tall, gangly, furry, and not exactly a common breed. It's not uncommon for someone to make a joke about us "getting saddles so we can ride them" or suggesting we "get a cart so they can pull us around." One lady along the riverfront came up and asked us if they were dogs. We haven't decided what else they could be

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My good friend Jamie traveled to the 'shwa this weekend for a visit. We hadn't seen each other since my wedding (almost 7 months ago) so a visit was long overdue.Jamie and I met in residence at university. We met the first week of school in her first year (my second year), but didn't really start to be close friends until the night of my 20th birthday a couple of weeks after that.The night of

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Sorry for the lack of posts lately - we've been swamped working every night after work, and on the days off we've had getting our house ready to sell. Given that our new house closes August 28, and we need to sell this house to buy the new house, we want everything to be in good shape before we list this one. Apart from that I haven't felt much like blogging of late.So, to say it's been a busy

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So here goes, finally a gushy post.My sister is right now in surgery that's completely elective. She chose to have it done. She's donating her bone marrow to someone who really needs it. We of course don't know the details because they're kept strictly confidential, but she's donating her bone marrow to someone else in this world who may need it to live.Bone marrow donations aren't exactly

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A furnace will break on the coldest day possible, when your housecoat is in the basement two floors away.We awoke this morning to an icy cold house. We spent last night paring down everything in the basement, which included carpeting and underpad that had seen better days. Fun, smelly times, lemme tell ya. There was a mound of garbage in front of our house for them to pick up this morning that

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What'd we do this weekend? We bought a new house, a brand freaking new house, closing Aug 28th (two days after our first anniversary).It ended up being more than we planned to spend, and things will be quite tight at first but we're so excited we're seeing stars. The stars could also be because I'm having trouble breathing, but you get the idea.In a post last weekend I thought we had the model

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Being the lazy bums we are, we're big fans of our roomba, the robotic vacuum who does the floors while we walk dogs, or waste time on the internet.Given our house is largely fur-laden, we named our roomba Hairy, since after the first time we used it, it was covered in hairs. We leave him alone, and come home to find either level of the house spotless.It's been awesome and we've been impressed at

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Maybe if I knew the sunrises were this pretty every morning I would get up every morning at 6am. This is just shot from our dining room window. Monday to Friday I stretch out in bed as long as I possibly can until the last possible second when I absolutely must get up. Dave gets up as soon as the alarm goes off at 6:40, goes downstairs to do ironing or read the paper or has a shower, while I

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So I haven't felt like posting much lately. Nothing's wrong - in fact things are great, I just haven't been too bloggy of late. I'm sure I'll be back soon enough to regale you with tales of my none-too-exciting life, but in the meantime, check out what the site meter dragged in. People actually found my blog using these keywords.______________________________________________________________

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I'm always up to hearing housekeeping tips, suggestions, and ways to keep organized. Mostly because my house is a mess and I'm completely disorganized.Today, though, I have one to share with my legions of readers. Yes, all two of you. (Hi mom, Hi dad!)My suggestion is simple, and, like many of the best solutions, comes from experience.Here goes:Your bathroom will smell minty fresh and clean if

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There are conspiracy theories swirling abound. Insipid tales of drug use! overdose! People talk of murder! suicide! and wild tales of trying to kill someone for their money. So many men in the picture (including Zsa Zsa Gabor's husband!), all saying different things about her death and what or who caused it. Jilted billionaires reaching from the grave to plot revenge! BabyDaddies everywhere

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Imagine being a broke student who's just found out their student loans were way smaller than anticipated. Then imagine finding $10,000 at a bank machine.Would you turn it in? Would you do the right thing or abscond with it, never to be heard from?This guy did turn it in.While on campus, Jamie Hawkins found $10,000 (which is apparently the size of a loaf of bread if you were wondering ) that was

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Many moons ago, when Scarlett was my only cat, I decided she needed a big huge cat tree. For months she had been using my leg as a telephone pole to get a higher vantage point, and, having gotten a wee bit tired of daily doses tending to the resulting wounds on my legs, back and torso with peroxide, I decided she needed something tall that she could sit on that wasn't me.I figured a cat tree

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Like the new look? I'm still thinking it's a wee bit too girley for me, but when it was finally finished there was NO WAY I was going to start all over again.____________________________________________________I was tagged by the hilarous velocibadgergirl of Pardon the Egg Salad to do the 5 things about me meme.1. My birthday (September 23) falls between astrological signs - in some books I'm a

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I had another post planned for today, but something's come up.I remembered earlier this week that there was something special about this day, but I couldn't remember exactly what.The story goes way back. When I was 16 I will cop to being a little miss goody-two shoes in high school. The guidance office there got an ad for a job/volunteer position as a parent relief worker for an 8 year old boy

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There are so many stories that go along with my trips to ikea (oddly, I know), so after spending the weekend shopping for things to pull a look together for the house, I'm kinda pooped so here's just one of the things I needed (pronounced "gave in to commercialism full strength, unabashedly, and pitifully") to get was these hooks for the dog leashes. See? How could I say no? They MATCHED THEIR

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We had dinner plans that got changed, but had the ingredients already bought so we decided to make it for dinner anyway. I'm a bit of a crazy cook, never measure things, and usually just make things up as I go along.I saw some heirloom tomatoes at the grocery store the other week, and decided to make a pasta dish involving them, basil mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, brown button mushrooms, pesto,

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We had plans to host dinner tonight with friends, but plans changed and we had already bought the groceries so we decided to stick to the plan, save making soup and balsamic chicken.Behold my heirloom tomato, basil, zucchini and shittake mushroom pasta creation! Marvel at the white wine and pesto smell! (oh wait, you can't smell it, in which case you'll have to believe it smells DARN good in

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Who has ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST in American Idol? In. The. Least. It seems the hype and people taking about it just haven't got to me, even as Paula Abdul seems to top herself with more and more bizarre (dare I say drugged-out) interviews. Is it just me? This from someone who's played and a lot of music in my day (piano as a kid, flute and voice as well for good measure). I am likely one of

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The sound of one thing in particular has always reminded me of home, our home, here in the 'shwa. Surely there are sounds I associate with my parents' home, like the sound of rain hitting the sunroom windows in a storm, or the yahoos across the street living with their parents into their late twenties, playing with their souped up honda civics or screaming obscenities at their parents. There

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As per usual, I'm a wee bit late to the party, but given my innate curiosity (read snoopiness, prying nature, busy-bodyism, and nosiness) I was checking my piddley little sitemeter and thought to myself I should ask people to de-lurk, since evidently this is national de-lurking week and there are always more people stopping by than leaving comments. (maybe it's me?)So, if you're stopping by,

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We have this news article.Call me crazy, but if Tony Blair had an issue with the way Saddam Hussein was executed one might think he'd have voiced his opinion, oh, I dunno, say BEFORE it actually happened. Asshat.Also? I'll be the first one to say Saddam was a Very Bad Man. He along with the Bath party did a great number of Really Bad things. Why do we kill people to show people that killing

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-40295410004162791122007-01-07T22:08:00.000-05:002007-01-07T22:09:50.955-05:00

I went bridesmaid dress shopping yesterday, and now I have lots of stripping to do. I came home with three doors.My sister and another bridesmaid picked me up in the 'shwa to go dress shopping around 10am. The goal of the trip was simple: figure out what hideous taffeta number with puffed sleeves my sister would have me and her other two attendants wear for her wedding, leaving us resembling

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So this blog thing? I'm supposed to write in it eh? I can't just leave it to write posts on its own? Who knew!Here's life in the 'shwa over the last week in point form:I got my dad a really cool (if I do say so myself) aromatherapy heat pack you just microwave and it heats up and smells beautiful. Buying it was an odd experience where some dude with a heavy French (not Quebec) accent draped

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It's been a gourmet Christmas for us in the 'shwa in that most of our gifts have been much needed (or coveted) things for the kitchen.My parents got us a wicked set of pots and pans, to replace the mish-mash of pots and pans we used before, most of which were wedding gifts from my parents wedding some 33 years ago, and the remainder were yard sale finds. Unfortunately with the new pots there

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At the risk of debasing this blog to that of a a grade four note passing session, I have to say it amazes me that people over the age of 20 cheat on their significant others.I guess I've always been of the theory that if I didn't like the person I was dating, I would end the relationship and have had to do just that. That way, even if I had to be mean and end the relationship I was at least

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We had our first of three turkey dinners today and hours later I'm still full. My mum made a full Christmas dinner for 44 people - my mum's extended family.I haven't been feeling too much holiday spirit lately and I blame the weather. Drizzly, grey rainy days with no snow just don't make it feel like Christmas.We're off to my parents' house early tomorrow, where we'll head to church for the

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I won't be dining at the Old Barber House in Streetsville.I just read an article about a new program about Peel Region encouraging restaurant owners to put stickers in their windows to let mothers know they can feed their children there.The owner of the Old Barber House in Streetsville, Victor Tetrovsky commented on the program, saying "I don't know how our (patrons) would react to that. They are

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Well we're officially into the Christmas insanity at work (criminal court). There hasn't been a day this week where I haven't been eating lunch around 5pm.1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?Hot chocolate, hands down. Eggs are good - in omelettes, scrambled eggs, fritatas, but are not meant to be part of any beverage. (but I will take just plain rum if you're offering)2. Does Santa wrap presents or

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Let's say you lived in a house that had wallpaper that looked like this all over the upstairs and downstairs hallway:So you take it down, only to find lathe & plaster walls that almost made the wallpaper look like it was a good idea.You also remove the paint from the stairs and the panel below them and baseboards, but the heat gun removal technique leaves it splotchy and tons of paint in crevices

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One thing about living in a small house (under 1000 square feet) means that you really have to be organized with your stuff and have a place for everything, or risk having an always-messy house. Since we moved in we've picked the "messy house" option but it's been really bothering me lately.Our basement, for more than a year now (but who's keeping track) has been the junk room. We each had

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On or about the 10th day of December, at the City of Oshawa, in the region of Durham the writer was investigating a mischief (well) under $5000 complaint.*Complainant is female, and reports hearing something smash on the floor in the middle of the night last night. Upon arriving on scene, writer found no evidence of fingerprints or forced entry to the residence.Upon entering living room writer

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The dogs love sleeping next to each other - sleeps like this are occasionally interrupted by the occasional dream with them growling at each other (I presume), and seconds later, after some big sighs, they fall asleep again as though it never happened.

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Last year we never found a perfect wreath for our door, and ended up using a bunch of winter wheat as our door decor.This year, though I think I've found THE prettiest wreath to adorn our door. I'm sure your wreath is pretty. I'm sure ours is prettier. Behold the beautiful apples and cherries and pomegranates! Covered in sparkles! I love it!The other red comes in a wine bottle. I've been

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I think Dave, by way of the internets has found what is perhaps the world's best invention. Sure, you may tout the best invention being some immunization from disease that saves hundreds of lives, or some device that brings quality of life to others and such good things.I, however, think this is one of the most genius inventions ever. It appeals to my devilish side. I am filled with regret

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The other day at work I came across someone with a relatively rare and decidedly aboriginal name that made me think back.It wasn't so much the name, but someone whose family I know has it.Back in public school I was friends with a girl named Ellie. She was smart, funny, and lived with her mum in an apartment above a convenience store and her mum worked at the IGA bakery in town. I couldn't

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Here in Ontarie-airie-airy-o the license plates are simple. It was always three lnumbers, then three letters (123 ABC), then that ran out, and for most of my life it's been three letters then three numbers. Not too many years ago they ran out of three letter license plates and moved to four letter license plates starting AAAA 123.(yes, I promise I'm trying to take this somewhere, no I don't

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Happy Birthday Sara! One of these days I'll actually make a list of all of our inside jokes. I think it's a good sign of a strong friendship when one (frequently nonsensical) phrase can cause the other person to burst out laughing and we have quite a few of them.I found out late yesterday afternoon my dad was in a cycling accident. We're not sure how it happened (and neither is he) but after an

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Last night we went to the Golden Griddle as a post-funeral meal, and it quickly became evident to everyone that this was a poor decision on our part. At 7:00pm on a Sunday we had the whole restaurant to ourselves, apart from a grandmother with teenage girls with her, one of whom never removed her ipod headphones the entire meal, and a older man, all of whom left shortly after we arrived.As an

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We're in Windsor this weekend unexpectedly for a funeral, so here's a quick post. I'm looking forward to blogging about the meal we just had at the golden griddle. I suspect they've been doing some genetic engineering.__________________________________________________________________I'm lucky to have had 4 grandparents and two great grandparents around for most of my life. I'm down to three

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It's a warm, bright November day, and if it weren't for the lack of leaves on the trees, and the ones strewn over the lawn, you'd swear it was a warm summers' day outside judging only with your eyes.Yesterday was my dad's birthday, and I'm fond of joking I'm the only boy in our family. As a kid I was a bit of a tomboy, and have tons of memories of dad and I going down to the lake to explore or

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-91086961964528627832006-11-24T22:37:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:47:02.998-05:00

I think I don't wanna be your friend anymore. I'm tired, having just come from visiting my parents and sister for my dad's birthday (I said nice things about him last year, which was not amidst this BloPo crap, and happy birthday dad)). They have a big fancy pants TV and wine that comes in reeallllly big bottles and this chocolate cheesecake thingy, with an espresso mousse top, and toasted

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-46818769662550675062006-11-23T22:54:00.001-05:002006-12-01T19:25:33.561-05:00

We may have hardwood floor in the kitchen! We won't know until we completely destroy the current flooring! If it's there it's buried under two layers of linoleum (which includes uber sticky glue), two layers of plywood, and lord knows what else. This may take some digging. Anyone want to have a tile party? Hardwood refinishing party? Any takers? No? Shucks.Not even the dog can feign

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-12178238140769883022006-11-22T17:38:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:27:18.173-05:00

I saw this commercial for the first time today (we don't have cable and don't watch much tv so you'll have to forgive me if I'm the last person on earth to see it) and LOVE it.(this from the kid who sold bunches of holly for the lung association when she was five)

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-76035910814366223322006-11-21T21:18:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:27:38.303-05:00

To the older guy I see en route to work at the bus stop:I love your outfits. I love that you're clearly in your late fifties or early sixties. I love that you're not afraid to wear big pink frilly skirts. I love that your legs are unshaven and clearly freezing waiting for the bus every morning. I love that this doesn't deter you from wearing them. I love that you've kept your big shaggy

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-29894802526615043232006-11-20T21:15:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:28:08.632-05:00

There is a four letter word in the 'shwa that is so heinous, so awful, so insulting that the most hardened criminals recoil at its ferocity. Using it here is like calling someone the most heinous, vile, despicable word imagined. None of the most vile "yo momma" statements, or swear word combinations can match its level of insult. I'm sure fist fights, broken beer bottles, and serious injury

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-25481559031230983982006-11-19T19:03:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:28:45.234-05:00

Take portobello and white mushrooms, chop coarsely, simmer in olive oil and sherry. Add milk, and if lazy, cream of mushroom soup mix. Add more sherry. Season with pepper, garlic, whatever your heart may fancy.Pour yourself a glass of wine, preferrably red. I chose a masi valpolicella but whatever you have on hand will do, and pour into a decanter to breathe, before pouring into red wine

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-73138713386961462602006-11-18T16:08:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:29:46.358-05:00

I'm just stopping home briefly between a wedding ceremony and reception for friends of ours, and thought of another wedding taking place today. It's our final wedding this calendar year, which is an accomplishment when you have 7 weddings you're invited to in 2006 (including our own).Today's the day that Katie Holmes officially marries the couch jumper (apparently Oprah wasn't invited, even

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-38309653267963210212006-11-17T22:54:00.001-05:002006-12-01T19:30:54.879-05:00

After several dreary days, I decided some retail therapy was in order.I don't think I've ever posted a picture of our kitchen, and since it's a wee bit messy right now, I'll just post a picture of it when we were house hunting.What you can't see is that you have to yank drawers ope (because they're plywood drawers on a plywood frame with no track) and slam them closed. It's a workout I'm really

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-85269682161190917102006-11-16T21:12:00.000-05:002007-02-09T18:56:23.743-05:00

It came into our lives as a four year old car. It had been owned by an elderly Welsh couple who came here after the war, had a family and built lives here and decided in their seventies to sell all their worldly possessions and move back "home" to Wales. They sold everything they had, and I think the car was one of the last things they had left to sell. Even though I met them only briefly they

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-73808805062859544862006-11-15T19:20:00.000-05:002006-12-05T17:42:16.761-05:00

I used to work at a place I like to call the 7th circle of hell. There are many former employees of that place now, and by coincidence I ran into a few of them to share the latest gossip earlier tonight over tea (aka scotch and water).The person (now formerly!) at the helm of said sinking ship bore a striking physical resemblance to Ichabod Crane (though he's entirely devoid of any of Ichabod's

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-26520524325630849292006-11-14T19:22:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:33:13.011-05:00

Dear Neighbours,I'm a big fan of the enthusiasm thing. I like happy neighbourhoods, and I like living in an established one (however sketchy some neighbours were and however happy I am that they moved!). It's so much better than the student ghettos / retirement apartments I've lived in. Even if some of you didn't bother so much with the hallowe'en thing (this year OR last).That being said, I

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-47542285185605218182006-11-13T21:13:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:34:16.270-05:00

As NaBloPoMo drains me and I have little to write about I thought back to my mental archives. This is the true story of a date I actually went on. I'm not proud of it, but there isn't any exaggeration here.I'll also confess that I met the guy online, and at that time, he seemed perfectly normal. I can't remember his name, but we'll call him Carl. We exchanged a few emails, he seemed capable

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-38650521424323195182006-11-12T23:34:00.001-05:002006-12-01T19:35:04.343-05:00

Much of this weekend was spent on some much-needed house work. Our place was/is in desperate need of organization, paring down our things, and finding homes for wedding gifts. We re-organized the living room, and that's made a nice difference already, and hopefully things will start coming together. I've finally called my parents' decorator for help with picking colours for our front hallway,

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-72325032030182665202006-11-11T15:00:00.002-05:002006-12-01T19:35:52.591-05:00

I've gone ever year to remembrance day services as far back as I remember, but it's become more important to me to go since losing my grandfather. Grandpa enlisted as a Rocky Mountain Ranger in his home town of Medicine Hat, Alberta shortly after WWII started in 1939, and spent the early part of the war on Alaska's Aleutian Islands to ward off the threat of a Japanese attack. I used to love

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-50980065796484427332006-11-10T23:01:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:36:54.103-05:00

I've often worried what would happen if we had a fire, and the thing I worry about the most isn't our worldly possessions, but getting the animals out safely. As much as the dogs drive me nuts on occasion, and the cats are fond of a wake-up routine that makes sleeping in practically impossible I'd be awful to lose them. I've been keeping an eye out for those "in case of fire save my ___ cats

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-12437709958040298722006-11-09T20:57:00.001-05:002006-12-01T19:37:44.728-05:00

I have one fear I have to regularly confront at work.It comes up almost every week, and I think it's the unpredictability of it that throws me off.It's also something that's getting worse.I used to be able to laugh it off, but I'm becoming less able to do so. It's less funny, more scary, more gross. My reaction to it is to recoil. I can't look. It's not paralyzing but I think it's fairly

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-75569828860304200312006-11-08T21:00:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:38:50.073-05:00

With the American thanksgiving just weeks around the corner, and Christmas short on its heels I've been reading blog posts that talk about how much people dread big family dinners.It seems to be a universal situation, varying only in degrees. Some family events end in fisticuffs, others hurt feelings, others great stories about how wacky things are.There's aways the debate of whether you stay in

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-87477738175683573262006-11-07T18:32:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:39:34.548-05:00

I don't really even like Britney Spears. She seems rather air-headed and vapid, overexposed, and perhaps past her career prime. Sure she had a few catchy tunes, but her fan base is more likely people younger than me - all the six year olds fixated on her popularity when she first emerged, memorizing every song, every over-sexed dance move. They've grown up, but I'd still say her popularity

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-18929575477130789892006-11-06T20:11:00.000-05:002006-12-05T17:42:40.614-05:00

I found the recent firing and scandal surrounding Rev. Ted Haggard rich, and worthy of comment. The headline read "I'm a deceiver and a liar" but left out the obvious end to that sentence "...smack me, you wicked, wicked boy!! Oooh harder! Pass the meth! OOooh!"All joking aside (Well, not all joking. You've gotta afford me a few more jokes.) I wonder how many other right-wing Christian

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-45807227854954556732006-11-05T20:10:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:41:27.521-05:00

Dear Costco Parking Lot Person who spilled a large quantity of oil,I'm pretty sure you must have realized that you made an oil slick when it happened. It'd be pretty hard to spill what looked like a litre of oil onto pavement without noticing. So I'm guessing you realized what you did.Thanks so much for not cleaning it up! That was truly something fantastic. It's not like there aren't giant

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-72867131809265988432006-11-04T10:41:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:42:36.436-05:00

What is normally a four hour trip from the 'shwa to Windsor turned into a seven hour trip last night after driving 40 km took three hours.The whole time I spent snarking at other drivers for completely harmless reasons. Yes, Sir, that mustang definitely covers up your receding hairline! Thank you, giant SUV driver for blinding our retinas. I even snarked at company names I thought were stupid.We

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-64757238258266265632006-11-03T15:35:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:43:13.536-05:00

I've always found it fascinating how different media report a story. Different mediums present messages differently - the news on television often brings a story home by showing its events; radio lets you hear the participants, and The story you'll get on global TV, compared with the story on the CBC always interested me. I grew up in a house where the newspaper was always there to be read, and

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-56864583129124997492006-11-02T17:23:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:44:29.091-05:00

I thought about doing it earlier, but shrugged it off. Now, I've decided to do it, cause while I really couldn't care too much about peer pressure when I was a kid (I watched Street Legal anyway). Apparently at the ripe age of 28 it matters to me. Leslie's doing it, Sara and Scott are doing it, so I guess I'll do it too.NaBloPoMo here I come! (Late as always!) (National Blog Posting Month -

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-87455596595576988872006-11-01T22:42:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:45:30.902-05:00

Dave's away for a couple of days, and, I hate to admit it, but I'm kinda lonely. It's not that I've had nothing to do, or that I mind that he's away, it's that I'm sappy and apparently wimpy in ways I haven't been before.I hear a noise and am a bit edgy. The cats or dogs react to it, I'm even edgier. There's a knock at the door? Meh don't feel too much like answering. The dehumidifier

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-5613533844137873622006-10-31T19:08:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:45:59.504-05:00

I thought after last year's excitement I'd live blog this year's hallowe'en in the 'shwa:6:07: Teenage mutant ninja turtle and princess in a heavy coat - handed out most of a bag of candy (what I hadn't eaten already) while dad lovingly looks on.6:20: Switch loads of laundry in the basement, unload and re-load dishwasher. Peek out front porch, disappointedly go back inside. Looks like a

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-11675914954214685252006-10-29T07:51:00.000-05:002006-12-01T19:46:37.229-05:00

Dear Neighbour to the North,I'm yelling this because I know you have trouble hearing. Even though we've lived here for more than a year, we've only met a couple of times, both of them very briefly. I always say hello, and after the first few times you completely ignored me I make sure to yell extra loud and you usually acknowledge me.You seem to enjoy your golden years as you're very rarely home

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-33630703297896705602006-10-28T09:45:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:47:32.260-05:00

Such a tiny little virus could make me feel so miserable!I feel like someone's put that spray foam you use to insulate your house in my ear canals. My throat feels like I've dined on prickly thorns for a week.My tonsils feel like the big heavy bags at the gym, repeatedly punched into submission.My nose like a snot delivery chute. You see my head is so full of it, the nose has merely become

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-69817156562200953842006-10-25T21:32:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:48:13.321-05:00

I grew up in the small town of Cobourg. When I was a kid there were about 12,000 people living there. While it's pretty small, it's surrounded by lots of larger centers, and has, over the last years, become somewhat of a bedroom community for commuters.I grew up knowing I had to be home by the time the street lights came on at night, and knowing everyone else's business.Lately, though, there's

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-76898926458554011672006-10-24T22:42:00.001-04:002006-12-01T19:48:50.088-05:00

The three regular readers of this blog may or may not recall our earlier incident wherein another dog owner we've decided to name Toothless Mary, has the unendingly annoying habit of walking her dog on a 40 foot rope so that anyone around will be tripped by it or have their pants ruined. I happened to have been a victim a few weeks ago.So tonight, while I discussed the finer points of making

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-87375825527744536242006-10-23T18:47:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:49:13.372-05:00

On a whim I bought us a passionflower late this summer. My parents have had one for more than a year, and I'd always thought they were pretty so when I saw one on sale I scooped it up.Unfortunately I hadn't brought it inside until a couple of weeks ago, and it was damaged by the cool temperatures at night. It was also badly in need of being re-potted, which I finally did last night. Lucky for

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-86881152201736256272006-10-21T22:34:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:49:49.282-05:00

Apparently a dude in Detroit (well, Ferndale to be exact) was recently arrested and jailed earlier this month for breaking a window a cleaning supply company to steal a mannequin in a french maid's uniform.It gets better.He's got a number of similar antecedents just like it. Over the last 13 years he has had six convictions for breaking and entering to steal mannequins and apparently has quite

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-42379254456875550572006-10-20T07:50:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:50:23.421-05:00

I make it a point to NEVER blog about work. While it gives me some fantastic stories I'd love to share, I usually can't (or just plain don't) share them.The other day something happened that I think is worthy of breaking the above rule.You see, when you go to court, you line up at a wanding station just inside the door. It's like airport security. You empty your pockets, they search the things

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-72388716062595984512006-10-19T07:47:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:51:12.494-05:00

If it doesn't stop raining long enough for us to cut the grass really soon I'm pretty sure our back yard will start growing a camaro, just as our neighbours' did. It really just needs one more cut before spring (hah! Take that you nice-weather-year round people! I finally found an advantage to living in the deep freeze! While you're sipping drinks on the beach at Christmas WE won't have to be

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-50056714731677311282006-10-17T17:13:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:51:55.200-05:00

But first, an ode to farmers' markets. This weekend we decided to be cutesy and go apple picking at a local orchard.It's a fairly big operation, and while it's late in the season we were able to find some fantastic empire apples and picked a peck (or maybe two).This particular place also has a market store selling apples, cutesy stuff, bread, and other locally produced goods.We walked out with a

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-40134715430053451732006-10-15T21:29:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:52:30.900-05:00

*EDITED - see below*My first year political science prof keenly pointed out that in politics, we should "follow the money" to understand a policy or perspective - why one group or another adopted the views it did was largely influenced by the trail of green. That sort of thinking - the "get to the root of it" is useful in many situations, not just politics.Virtually all of the blogosphere has

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-37470928260664134112006-10-10T07:55:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:53:31.313-05:00

I was in a car accident in August of 2000, a backseat passenger in a car that rear-ended one car, then was rear-ended by another one. Before the accident I was fairly fit and healthy - after the accident I gained a good deal of weight. The pre-accident, post-accident change may have been more subtle, but the way I perceive it, I went from fit and healthy to overweight, and it felt like it

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-71379421119153915752006-10-09T09:32:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:54:33.426-05:00

If you were to design perfect thanksgiving weekend weather, I'd say it's safe to say we have it right now. It's 20 degrees outside, the sun is strong and bright, there are no clouds in the sky, just a light breeze, and the air is crisp.That meant perfect weather for the wedding we went to on Saturday, which included a fantastic Chinese buffet dinner. We were seated at what we ended up calling

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-41510831931827848132006-10-05T21:38:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:55:21.743-05:00

Ok that was WAY too cheesy, but I thought I'd share a cutesy story. Others are writing about feminism, womens' rights, politics, and important issues of the day. I'm telling you about a little old lady who won the lottery.Eighty-five years old, widowed, and having lost her daughter to cancer, Mary Wollens had a dream she won the lottery. Having already bought a ticket, she went out to buy a

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-36572833850790694762006-10-03T09:34:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:57:03.216-05:00

I know I really shouldn't say anything too soon.But I've always been a wee bit impulsive, and that's overridden any superstitions I may have.And Dave? He barely had my birthday present in the house 10 minutes last week before he was dying for me to open it. (are you gonna open it? c'mon, open it! who cares if your birthday isn't until tomorrow! open it! it's so cool! I can't wait! you gotta

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-35185414403612341222006-09-30T19:45:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:58:07.041-05:00

With the promise of new! great! features! I decided to sign up for Blogger Beta. I had no idea that would completely prevent me from commenting on ANY blogs now, despite numerous attempts to do so. If you have a blog with blogger rest assured, I've tried a gagillion times to try to comment without success. I'd even like to say I think some of the comments were witty and funny. But now, you'll

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-52882461595035798812006-09-27T21:54:00.000-04:002006-12-01T19:59:08.467-05:00

Dear Toothless Mary (of dog park fame),I'm really sorry I don't know your real name, and I'm also a little bit sorry I picked such a mean-spirited moniker to apply to you, but it's really stuck since we first saw you at the dog park and neither Dave nor I can call you anything else at this point, even if we did know your real name.First, I love the way I can usually smell you before I see you.

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-21094066085711058502006-09-24T18:17:00.000-04:002006-12-01T20:00:27.890-05:00

You and your husband decide to take the dogs for an extra long walk on a beautiful Sunday afternoon down never before explored trails.Once you are miles from the car, it starts raining as though the monsoon season has just hit. Your glasses become useless, your hair drips, your jeans are so wet they weigh 20 lbs more than they did when you put them on, and with every step you hear and feel

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-1159109684613279042006-09-24T10:29:00.000-04:002006-12-01T20:01:17.416-05:00

We're regulars at Harmony Valley Conservation Area, the unofficial off-leash park in Oshawa. The dogs absolutely love it there, and so do we. It has fantastic trails, streams, and beautiful forests and fields to walk through and there are always lots of other dogs and their owners. Dogs their size need lots of room to run and it provides just that. The other night I went sans Dave and decided

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-1158720456792626302006-09-19T22:41:00.000-04:002006-12-01T21:06:52.735-05:00

My grandmother is strictly a "mince and tatties" woman who admonishes anything spicy or new. I remember as a kid being treated to pizza while we were there and her sampling it for the first time. She didn't get past the first bite, finding it "too spicy" and telling my dad she didn't eat ethnic foods while she ran for the Tums because what we'd fed her was sure to cause heartburn. I have

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04887803142491240945noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431358.post-1158376982317324072006-09-15T21:11:00.000-04:002006-12-01T21:07:18.042-05:00

We started to notice some, well, issues in the morning with some pretty yucky water backing up into our laundry tubs. I of course immediately figured "oh great, just what we need, a super expensive problem that will likely require us calling some plumber dude who walks around with his ass hanging out his pants, digging up the front yard and replacing all the pipe in the house, and writing him a

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The light at the end of the tunnel no longer feels like it is most certainly an oncoming train. It's been a busy few weeks. Here's the last of the wedding/honeymoon posts (Promise!).Friday afternoon when our plane landed we scurried home, took Dave's brother (who is the best dog/cat/house sitter ever to grace the earth) out for lunch (yay Thai food), took some dirty clothes out of the suitcase

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After what can only be described as a whirlwind wedding and a fabulous reception we walked to the hotel room my parents got us for the night, had a shower, slept for about an hour, then got up to leave for the airport. After the honeymoon I can officially announce that we will not be naming any kids (yet to be conceived in case you were worried) Ernesto. Our honeymoon was a blast, even without

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you go upstairs to get ready for bed after falling asleep on the couch, and go to take your contact lenses out, but the only contact lens case you can find has liquid and lenses in it already, so you get all frustrated, look through the entire bathroom (which is admittedly the size of 2 high school lockers), and check the bedrooms swearing about the stupid lenses the whole time and just wanting

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(Ok this post contains tons-o-wedding crap so if you're not so into the wedding stuff I'd suggest you skip it.)Our wedding was really a phenomenal day - better than I'd expected, than we'd planned, and better than we'd hoped for. Even the freaking weather cooperated!For now we're completely exhausted. From last Friday until today we really haven't had much of a break. We went from the

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There will be lots more to come but for now blogger just isn't cooperating. This one was taken by our photographer (who also has a blog) of the two of us kissing at the top of the aisle just after the ceremony. Her blog has other pictures of our big day.Reflecting afterward we were both really calm the whole day, and anything that didn't go smoothly right away (and most things did) ended up

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I would consider it an essential component of your job and continued success as a business to NOT lose components of a person's dress.Say like heavily beaded straps to someone's wedding that is three days away.And, should you fail in that basic component of your job, then blaming the customer for you losing the straps because they did not give you the dress in a zipped garmet bag to enclose

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I still have some afterglow after last night's date.Up until the very end Dave wouldn't tell me were we were going, just that I should dress up.When we got on the highway I had narrowed it down to two places.I had first thought we might be going to the little Italian restaurant on Danforth where he had planned to propose. As it turned out that night we were given a table in the corner, and there

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(because my brain is too mushy to write only one coherent posts, here are the things that have been bouncing around in my brian of late)Today was my last day of work before the wedding! Yay vacation!Most of the wedding crap is organized, we just have a few details left to get done between now and Saturday.I love this time of year. Listening to the songs of the crickets in the fields at the dog

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Cause we booked our honeymoon! We were planning something super small in Quebec City, which I hear is gorgeous, fabulous, and wonderful, but we decided to go for broke and take a cruise in the Bahamas!We still need to book airfare (still shopping around for the best deals) but it looks like we're leaving bright and VERY early the morning after the wedding to Florida, then off to the

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Ah weddings. The happiest day of your life. What people fail to tell you is you'll be pulled a million different directions, and learn more about family politics than you ever wanted. And? People will do things to hurt your feelings! And be irrational! And need some rum punchey punchey!So, you're guessing there's a story there? Funny enough you'd be right. Actually there are so many

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What with getting married in, oh, 17 days or so now (insert appropriate freakout about the number of things that have to be done and the short period of time that we actually have to GET them done) so I figured it would be a good idea to figure out how I want my hair to look. I have uber fine hair, but lots of it so wearing it down really isn't an option. It'd become a kinky, frizzy mess in no

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