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10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1 HAPPY NEW YEAR..

Saturday, December 31, 2005

So we did the sparkler thing to top off our New Year's Eve at home celebration. Out on the patio in -10 degree weather with coats over our pajamas. I am ready for all the merry making to be over and regular life to get back in order again. Especially in terms of the food. OH, the food... We had Chinese Take-Out, as I had mentioned yesterday. I swear to you, this photo was not staged in any way. Notice how the sweet and sour sauce drips match the rice container and the egg roll sauce drips match the bbq pork container? I tell you, I knew I liked order, but even in the mess I see matching colours.And then I discovered that when you try and press the top down on a styrofoam cup, this is what can happen. It only took me thirty-four years and a PhD to figure this one out.
Right now, I just wish we had nothing in the fridge that had plastic wrap on it. We have leftovers to feed the Nation. It is really embarrassing. I am making a monetary donation to the Food Bank next week. In the meantime, please, somebody, come over and help us eat this food before it goes bad.
Have you ever taken a picture of the inside of your fridge? Scary.
So what are you up to this fresh first day of 2006?

Written by Cathy

Happy New Year's Eve Bah Humbug

Friday, December 30, 2005

New Year's Eve has never been a big deal for me. I have no desire to go out and wait for midnight with a raucous crowd with silly hats and noise makers. Maybe I'm a stick-in-the-mud. So we will do what we have done for the past (decade?)...order Chinese food and over-eat and watch movies at home. We'll let our son stay up later than usual and we'll go outside with sparklers and shout hurray to 2006 and then go to bed, usually before midnight even strikes. I find the whole countdown thing kind of syrupy and sappy. When I was still at home, my parents and I would stay up and my dad would go around giving everyone a New Year's kiss, and we'd hear the ships in the harbour all blaring their horns. The random fireworks would go off and my mother would say it was gunfire. Hotbed of crime we live in (drip drip drip, goes the sound of my sarcasm). I eagerly anticipated midnight on the turn of this century, because I thought the world was going to end as we knew it (did you?). We watched the New Year come and go in other parts of the world first, and after seeing they survived, I think I went to bed.

Tomorrow I will go shopping and then get home in time to play loads of games and have a fun family evening. Mr.C has the next four days off, so I intend to enjoy this extended weekend, before reality slaps me in the face by mid-week.

Good Night Friends. What fun will you be having this New Year's Eve?

Written by Cathy

Wishful Thinking

Well, that would be nice, wouldn't it. What will 2006 bring us all? I do not like New Year's Resolutions, because when they go unfulfilled, I feel badly. I prefer New Year's Wishes, and then when they come true we can act happy and surprised. 2005 was a great year for me and will be hard to top. I hope and wish that my family will remain happy, safe and healthy. A bonus would be that I am able to juggle it all (work, home etc.) and feel satisfied with the job I've done. What is your New Year's wish?

Written by Cathy

From Mr.C

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Only a few days after Christmas. Just because I felt blue.
This is the kind of man I am married to.
Thank You.

Written by Cathy

Dear God, are you out there, it's me, Cathy

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

I started blogging by accident. I wanted to post on Rosie O'Donnell's blog so I created one myself. Early on my blog was very silly and full of political digs. Katrina was in full force and I was full of my own fury.

And then people started to post comments. I was intrigued by this. Amused. I liked the back and forth banter with these make-believe people. Then I saw some weird comments and thought about stopping. This thought was fleeting, because it was then that I realised that this strange entity connected me somehow, to something, and I still didn't completely understand.

And now, I am connected to many people who I have gotten to know better than some of my own family. So connected that tonight, I can not shake my fear for a sweet baby boy who is so very sick. I rarely pray hard anymore. But here I go. Please pray with me. For Ira, who I have never met, whose parents I do not know, but for whom I have shed a thousand tears these past few days. I have never in my life put a prayer to paper, but blogging has brought me to it.

Our Heavenly Father.
Thank You for Ira.
Thank You for his wonderful parents.
Thank You for placing this sweet baby boy on the Earth to know them and be with them and with his little big sister.
I know that we must somehow understand that you must take us when our time has come.
But please, Dear God, I pray these words with all that is in me. Let Ira live a beautiful and long life on this Earth. His life will serve others in a way that is meaningful and holy. His life will uplift so many. Please God. In all your Mercy. Lay your healing hands on this baby boy and make him well, give him strength, let him feel joy and happiness, laughter and love.
In Your Name, I Pray.

Wake to see a thousand mornings, dear baby.

Written by Cathy

Babes and fairies

I received a beautiful book from Mr. C for Christmas, in addition to my nice new camera. It is called "The Little Big Book for Moms" Edited by Lena Tabori and Alice Wong. It includes Fairy Tales, Poetry, Nursery Rhymes, Songs, Stories, Activities, Finger Games and Recipes. The perfect book for me. I love it. The first quote is superb:
"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies." -J.M.Barrie
I am still thinking about you, baby Ira. I hope your head is filled with dreams of dancing fairies.

Written by Cathy

For Ira

Morning. New Day. Joy of birth.
For Ira. May you face a thousand mornings.

"All we need is the morning. As long as there is sunrise, then there is the possibility that we can face all our misfortunes, celebrate all our blessings, and live all our endeavors as human beings. Spirituality is something that has become necessary in these troubled times. Yet it is inherently superfluous. We need it to remind ourselves, to bolster ourselves, to integrate ourselves, to fulfill ourselves. If we could simply acknowledge the mystery of night and the glory of morning, we would need neither civilization nor spirituality.
At its simplest, life begins with dawn. That is blessing enough. That is happiness enough. All else becomes fullness immeasurable. At dawn, kneel down and give thanks to this wonderful event. We may think mornings are so common that they are unworthy of veneration, but how do you realize most places in the the cosmos do not have mornings? This daily event is our supreme goodness.
Greet the dawn. That is your miracle to witness. That is the ultimate beauty. That is sacredness. That is your gift from heaven. That is your omen of prophesy. That is knowledge that life is not futile. That is enlightenment. That is your meaning in life, That is your directive. That is your comfort. That is the solemnity of duty. That is inspiration for compassion. That is the light of the ultimate."

morning 365 Tao Deng Ming-Dao Daily Meditations

Written by Cathy

There is a baby boy...

I do not know.
He is not well.
His fate in God's hands.
His family the strongest,
People I do not know.
I know this.
Whatever problems
You think you may have.
Put them aside.
Thank God
Or whoever who thank.
Because as long as you have your health
And your beloved family.
There are no worries.
Please, for your loved ones and your bright future ahead.
Stay the course.
Life is beautiful.
You have so much to gain and so much to give.
This is my prayer for you.
I can not stop the tears from falling for you
Baby Boy
I've never met.
But there are only six degrees of separation.
I know this to be true.
We all love you.
Get well.
If you have read this, my hope is that you will go and say a get well wish to Ira and think positive thoughts for him and for his family. I would only hope that the world would be smiling and shining on me if I were in this position. You were brought into this world with love, let you remain in it with love and hopefulness.

Written by Cathy

A Visit From St. Nick

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Santa came and went again. His magic sprinkled everywhere. We basked in the glow, but it dims quickly. I got a new camera (thank you, Mr.C, you got the hints :). You will notice a drastic difference in the quality of my photographs. My two sons; the babes' first Christmas. I love you both, the first Christmas as a bigger family.
I thank you, blog friends, for all your Merry Christmas wishes. The collective warmth was felt. I especially want to thank Tim, who unbelievably, sent me a signed Rosie O'Donnell painting. Yellow wishes to you, my friend. Be safe in Miami.

Written by Cathy

Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I am signing out for Christmas. I'll be back again next week. I hope you all have a wonderful celebration of your holidays, and if it applies to you; MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Written by Cathy

Gaze into my crystal ball (I mean snowglobe)

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

And tell me what you see.
I see a path leading to a door.
There's light behind the windows.
Do you know who lives here? Will you knock on the door?
When you are welcomed, will you come in?
You do not know anyone.
Who are these strangers?
Merry Christmas everyone.

Written by Cathy

A Story for the Soul

I am feeling much better today. Thank you, friends. Really, I was just whining last night. But there you were anyway. My comfort book last night was the same Canadian Christmas story book I have been reading. I thought I'd share another story if you are in the mood. I chose this one because I am feeling like making things simple today.

From "Sleds, Sleighs & Snow; A Canadian Christmas Carol" edited by Anne Tempelman-Kluit
"Christmas Orange" by David Weale
Morell, Prince Edward Island, Canada
"Perhaps the greatest difference between Christmas today and Christmas "them times" is that, "them times", people were poor. Not that there aren't any poor today, but back then everyone was poor-or almost everyone. It wasn't a grinding, end-of-the-rope kind of poverty. Most everyone had food enough to eat and warm clothes to wear. The woodshed was filled with wood, the cellar with potatoes and carrots, and the pickle barrel with herring and pork. In many ways it was an era of plenty, so you might say that rural Islanders weren't poor, they just didn't have much money.
What strikes me forcibly when I speak to old people is that the scarcity of money made it possible to receive great pleasure from simple, inexpensive things. I know, for example, that for many children an orange, a simple orange, was a Christmas miracle. It was the perfect golden ball of legend and fairy tale which appeared, as if by magic, on December 25th. In that drab world of gray and brown, it shone mightily like a small sun.
The orange was a kind of incarnation of Christmas itself, the very spirit and embodiment of the Christmas season. For many Islanders the most vivid, evocative memory of that blessed time is the memory of an orange in the toe of their stocking. One woman from a large family in Morell said that in her home you were fortunate if you received a whole orange for yourself. She recalled some lean years when she received half an orange, and was happy for it.
For children who ate oatmeal porridge for breakfast virtually every day of their lives, and had molasses on bread most days in their school lunch; for children who looked at fried potatoes almost every evening for supper and considered turnip scrapings a special evening snack; for those children an orange was a marvel, something almost too wonderful and prized to be eaten-an exotic, sensuous wonder.
One woman confessed that she kept her orange for a week after Christmas, kept it in a drawer. Several times a day she would go to her hiding place and take out the orange just to fondle it, and smell it, and to anticipate joyously the pleasure which was to come. Eventually it had to be eaten: deliberately, unhurriedly, ceremoniously, and gratefully. Piece by piece, and finally the peeling-it was all eaten, and it was good..."
What are you grateful that you will have this Christmas?

Written by Cathy

I feel like shit

Monday, December 19, 2005

No, Chloe, I am not pregnant, before you ask!
It is a combination of the fact that...
  • Today is Monday (plech)
  • I have been home all day with both children (yikes)
  • I think I ate bad meatballs last night (barf)
  • The weather is unpleasant (ho-hum)
  • My mother was harassing me with stupid phone calls today (argh)
  • and, well, you know...

When I have a day like this, I like to have a hot bath filled to the brim with bubbles (usually Fa), then put on my favourite pajamas (my tortoise and hare pjs I have had since grade 12; seriously...), have a comfort food (except not tonight due to the meatballs), which would typically be cookies or popcorn, wrap myself up on the couch in my favourite afghan (which is godawful ugly and which Mr.C refers to as the dirty old rag, but I don't know why because it is never ever dirty!), watch mindless television and then crawl into my flannel sheets and pull the cover up to my nose and read the perfect book. Usually the Tao. But tonight my Canadian Christmas book.

What do you do when you feel like shit?

Written by Cathy

It's all about me

My posts this week were going to be strictly other peoples' writing, from my new Canadian Christmas book. But since I was tagged, I'll post more information that any of you need or might want to know about me...

10 years ago...
I was living in Waterloo, Ontario, and just starting my PhD. I had been married for two years, did not have children and was a part-time nanny for 7 year old twins and a 4 year old.

5 years ago...
I was pregnant with my first son, and in my second year of my job as an assistant professor. I was not living in the house I live in now.

Last year...
I was pregnant with my second son and had just moved into the house I now live in. I was just getting over three horrific months of morning noon and night sickness and was taking a good long break over the Christmas holidays.

I spent the morning and early afternoon making crafts and baking with my 4 year old. Then we all went to my sister's house for a potluck dinner with her family and other members of my family. It was a really nice evening. Actually, the entire day was nice. I watched the Carol Burnett Princess and the Pea show last night.

5 Yummy things:

Chocolate brownies
Sugar cookies with frosting
Turkey dinners
French Onion Soup
Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting

5 things I know by heart:
(this is a hard one for me because my memory is shit)...

Addresses of my old house and Mr.C's parent's house
Birthdays of people in my immediate family
The prepositions in the English language
Twas the Night Before Christmas
My e-mail password

5 things I'd do if I had lots of money:

Give some to everyone in my family
Make huge donations to the Red Cross, World Wildlife Fund, and other worthy organizations
Travel, travel, travel
Invest in my children's education
Invest in Chloe's bookshop

5 Places I escape to:

My computer
The bookstore
The coffee shop

5 things I'd never wear:

Very high heeled shoes or boots
Low-cut shirts ( I am not the type to expose cleavage)
A sequined dress (sequined anything, for that matter)
Animal print
Short shorts

5 Favourite TV Shows:

Amazing Race
Regis & Kelly
Law & Order: SVU

5 Things I enjoy doing:

Crafty things, including scrapbooking and quilting
Going on vacations and travelling
Researching interesting topics
Most recently, of course, blogging....

Written by Cathy

"The Freeport Angel"

Sunday, December 18, 2005

From "Sleds, Sleighs & Snow; A Canadian Christmas Carol" Edited by Anne Tempelman-Kluit, "The Freeport Angel" by Rita Moir
(Freeport is a small fishing village on the southern shore of Nova Scotia)
"We have a dark spruce, cut from the hilltop over the bay, but we have no Freeport angel.
We have a painted goose egg and bits of seashell, Christmas tree lights and gold rivets on string, but our tree needs an angel.
Andy heads for his workshop, Chris for her sewing basket, and I tinker for trinkets.
We meet back at the kitchen table and on the blue checkered tablecloth make our own angel.
The Freeport angel is carved from white styrofoam, the kind discarded in the bay. Her eyes are green glass broken and rolled smooth on the tides below the fish plant, the skin drooping over her wizened right eye, her hair red yarn, shoulder-length, parted strictly down the middle, spraying out over earrings of yellow-breasted toucans perched on tropical leaves. The southern birds gaze along her rouged cheekbones up to her emerald eyes. Her face is flat, her eyebrows pencilled, lips a thin smile that has tasted the oceans from Buenos Aires to the Bay of Fundy, the old sea-trading routes, rum and fish and bolts of cloth-her dress a faded patchwork that still lifts some spark from her hair.
The Freeport angel is Pippi Longstocking gone to sea, her father long dead, she is middle-aged now, her chinline broad and flattened, we can still see her hair in pigtails, Pippi on the beach, Pippi lost, Pippi fighting pirates, Pippi finding home again.
The Freeport angel is not made of straw, she is not angelic, she does not glow or shine through fine-spun angel's hair, she is not pastel. She sits on a bow of dark island spruce, tough as the island wind, she is a lookout spar. She is red and green and black, framed by red lights like beacons saying you're almost home."

Written by Cathy

Which way to Amanwana ?

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Thanks to those who played a little game with me in yesterday's post. Stephanie randomly selected page 482 (Amanwana, Indonesia), which fits my mood perfectly. Unfortunately it does not fit my budget, so I will be going on a virtual excursion. I will be posting details about this nature destination soon.

Mr. C and I went out tonight without either child. This marked the first time we went out in the evening since the babe was born. We finished up our Christmas shopping and bought a few things for ourselves as well.

I had to buy this book because I loved the cover and it felt just right in my hands. It is also a wonderful read. "Sleds, Sleighs & Snow; A Canadian Christmas Carol" edited by Anne Tempelman-Kluit. From the back cover; "Canada's diversity is reflected in the variety of Christmas stories in this book. From horse-drawn sleigh rides in Montreal to dogsledding excursions in Labrador, and from musical feasts in British Columbia construction camps to bittersweet memories shared in a remote Yukon cabin, Christmas traditions in Canada are as varied as the cultures of her people." Would you like me to share a story?

Written by Cathy

Mele Kalikimaka

Friday, December 16, 2005

Some days there is too much going on.
Some days not enough. I like a nice balance. Who doesn't.
In addition to making nice crafty things, my son and I took the babe for his 6 month appointment with the doctor. He got his vaccinations, poor thing. We went for supper at Jack Astor's, which would have been delicious if I had been able to eat slow enough to taste it.
At one point my son asks out of the blue; Why didn't we go on vacation this year? Good grief. One week before Christmas and this pops into his head. He can sure pick his moments. Because we had a baby this year. And he launches into a but my friends all went on vacations... Is it possible for this to begin at 4 years old? We did take an overnight trip and a number of day trips. The plan was always to go somewhere next year. Mr.C and I are travel fiends and I think my son has the bug, too. So here I am amidst Christmas preparations, effected by my preschoolers question.

So I pull out one of my favourite books. Random page brings me to: Visby, Sweden. Supposedly an Island retreat rich in medieval history. No, no, no, this is all wrong. It sounds cold. I want warm. I guess I really don't want random at all. I want the warm weather edition of this book, with all the cold places removed. Next random page (this is the truth) brings me to Kauai, Hawaii. Now that's a vacation destination. The Garden (of Eden) Isle. I mean, the Gods are begging us to go. Random page draw number two brought me to it. Let's book it now, Mr. C :)

Written by Cathy

Six Degrees of Separation

Thursday, December 15, 2005

I was inspired by Meow to make this post. We just discovered that not only are we both first generation citizens (her in Australia and me here in Canada) but that our fathers hail from the same city in Germany. I sense there are only six degrees of separation between us. I sense the same thing with my other Aussie friend, Michelle. In the past few months, I can't tell you how many times we have commented that we absolutely must have the same mother. Perhaps they were related. I have been told that I have relatives on my mothers side that moved to Australia and who we have long since lost touch with. I have a feeling that if we were all put together in the same room, we would be fast and immediate friends. I am convinced that this theory holds true. Blogging has made me a believer.
(Six degrees of separation is the theory that anyone on earth can be connected to any other person on the planet through a chain of acquaintances that has no more than five intermediaries. The theory was first proposed in 1929 by the Hungarian writer Frigyes Karinthy in a short story called Chains.)

Written by Cathy

The house is clean, at least

I spent the day cleaning the house. Both of them. In the afternoon the friendly neighbourhood Jehovah's Witnesses dropped by. I was still wearing my flannel pajama bottoms, but at least the upper half of me was dressed. I am not Jehovah's Witness, nor will I ever be "converted". When I was a child, my mother used to holler, "shut the drapes and get down; we're pretending we're not home". She just couldn't say no thank you. We had to drop to the floor like the gestapo were knocking. Tonight I am off to go shopping. Bliss.

Written by Cathy

I Spy

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Have you ever read or looked through an I SPY book? One page is filled with clutter and the next, with objects you must find in the mess. But the mess and disarray are beautifully photographed, so you don't mind staring at the page for hours (well, hours is an exaggeration, but it feels like it when you just want the child to go to sleep already). I have started seeing things around the house as pages in an I SPY book; the basket of laundry, the kitchen counter, and the toys, oh the toys...so here is one for you to play. Would you like some time to waste away?

Can you Spy:

  • a blue saw
  • a tray of croissants
  • a music stand
  • a spatula
  • 3 grey cats
  • an angel
  • a red sled
  • 6 wrapped gifts
  • Santa Claus
  • an overturned basket
  • the image of the Virgin Mary with tears pouring down her cheek (just seeing if you were paying attention, but if you do, let me know because this could make me rich)

Written by Cathy

Thank You, Chloe.

I received some mail from my lovely friend Chloe today. Inside was a Christmas tree ornament for the babe that says Babys 1st Christmas, as well as a cd of music she compiled. What a nice package to find, mixed in with the bills. I will tell my little zouzounia that his Auntie Chloe sent this to him all the way from Greece. I only wish that my camera could zoom in with clarity, but this is why I am hoping for a new one!
Mr. C had the day off work today so we went out for lunch and Christmas shopping. It was disturbed by a pay day screw-up. The screw-up meaning not having been paid. But things have a way of turning around and we are having a cozy evening by the tree and the fire.

Written by Cathy

Are you here for awhile?

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

I've been reading through some blog archives and have found it very interesting to read why people started blogging in the first place. Some (like my own) provide no explanation. I am curious to know how long you intend to blog. Have you thought about this? If not, what do you think? I thought (very briefly) about shutting mine down. Now I can't imagine not having this place for me to speak relatively freely and openly. My blog is here for awhile, for better or worse. If and when you do shut your blog down, will you say goodbye, or simply close up shop, and let us see the File Not Found on our screen. And then we will know, you are gone into the atmosphere somewhere.

Written by Cathy

For Steve (aka Superman)

5 Things that Bloggers don’t know about me…

1. I have weird food fetishes. I drink prolific amounts of coffee, but only until 11:00 a.m. After that I am most likely to switch to other caffeinated beverages like Diet Coke. Most of my food habits are unhealthy. I love red licorice or any kind of jujube, jellybean or jelly candy (Swedish berries are a favourite). I eat microwave popcorn on a regular basis. Oddly enough, there are some junk foods which I do not like at all, such as ice cream and potato chips. My all time favourite lunch is either a beef and bean burrito (I know I know) or spinach dip on bread.

2. I am a shopaholic. I am certain that my name would appear somewhere in the definition, if there is in fact one. My most favourite things to shop for include shoes, jeans, things for my children, and did I mention shoes? I have my mother to thank for this disease or thrill, I don’t know which it is. Her love was manifested in things purchased. I am not going to delve into a psychoanalysis here, but I think you get the idea.

3. I have traveled to three other continents in addition to the one I reside on. I’ve traveled through much of Europe, been to North Africa and Vietnam and Thailand in Asia. I’ll be going to South America (Uruguay) in the upcoming year or two.

4. I have a PhD. In Geography. This does not mean that I know all the names to every capitol city in the world. And I suck at Trivial Pursuit. Especially the Geography Category. It’s embarrassing.

5. When I was 13 years old, my senile grandfather, who was living with us, asked me if I “wanted to go downstairs with him…” . The innuendo was obvious. Nothing happened. He went to a nursing home shortly thereafter. Our family never spoke of this incident again. I do not think it has “scarred” me in any way. But who knows?

I'd love for the following people, if they so chose, to do this:
Heidi, Meow, MomyBlogR, Erikku, and Angel....

Written by Cathy

Shut Up

I am not the kind of person to complain about how busy I am. I tend to not be a complainer. I stew over things, but don't whine about them. Correct me if I'm wrong Mr.C. Consequently it bugs me when other people complain and whine to me about how busy they are. I tend to just settle down and tackle what I can, and don't dwell on what I can't. Perhaps those who went on and on about the myriad things they had to do wouldn't be so overwhelmed if they actually did something productive with all that time they spent whining. This is a particularly female trait, I think, although I really do not like stereotypes.

I am just as busy as the next person. Most people don't know this, because they don't ask and I don't talk about it. They're too busy talking about everything they need to do, to bother asking me how I am doing. I'd probably just say fine, anyway.

Today, I could, and should, make a dozen phone calls, including arrangements for swimming lessons for January, work, publisher, granting agency, work....I have Christmas presents to wrap, and finish making, loads of cleaning to do, a babe to take care of, shopping to get done, there's more snow on the way, so constant updates on that. You get the idea. I'm not whining, just saying. If I get a little bit of all that done I'll be satisified, and carry the rest forward until tomorrow. This is the time of year to slow down. Slooooowwww Dooooowwwwwn. It takes choices. I make mine. Every day. I refuse to let my life slip through my fingers. And in the meantime, shut up. (not you; those I am speaking to do not come round here...).

Written by Cathy

Roast Beast

Monday, December 12, 2005

Guess what's on t.v. tonight? And in the spirit we had roast beef for dinner. I don't want to eat roast beast. My sons states. It's not roast beast, it's roast beef, and it's good. Typical mother talk. We sit in silence eating dinner; dry leather roast beef, not beast, but really tastes like some rotten beast meat....
You know what? I say...You do not have to eat this, because it really does not taste very good. My child bursts into tears (of relief?) and says Thank YOU, because this is the worst tasting thing I have ever eaten in my life. All 4 years of it. What a contrast to the heart-warming lunch. Highs and lows of a day in my life.

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Tomato Soup and Proverbs

"A nice warm tummy, makes a happy heart." Says my son to me while slurping his tomato soup for lunch. "Where did you hear that?" I ask. "I just made it up." He shrugs. My luv.

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Christmas Television

Sunday, December 11, 2005

We watched this tonight. We have the VHS from years ago, and wanted to share it with our son. He loved it, although obsessed about how Miss Piggy was able to get cleaned up before she got to the farmhouse. While looking for this photo, I came across this site, which provides a list of the top 100 Christmas shows. A Muppet Family Christmas ranks 6. What is your favourite? And who's your favourite muppet?

Written by Cathy

Mission Accomplished

This is just a sampling of what we baked today. We have enough to feed the Canadian Navy (Mr.C's words). Dibs on the green sugary one that my son used the entire bottle of green sprinkles on.
In the midst of the cookies, we trimmed the tree, and posed for photos (the worst kind!). But I wanted to show the babes's Santa hat, which matches his infamous Santa slippers, which have been lost under some piece of furniture, I'm sure.Awaiting the arrival of gifts. OK, enough Christmas for one day!
I am anxiously awaiting the season finale of Survivor.

Written by Cathy

Caution; Christmas in Progress

The tree is up, and decorating has begun. We've taken a nap break, because we overworked ourselves this morning...
Baking Cookies. Who knew it was such serious business?

Written by Cathy

Power and Powder

Saturday, December 10, 2005

The storm raged through late last night. Our power went out by 11:30 and it was an evening of hell. The smoke detectors and burglar alarms ringing for no aparent reason. The cold, creeping in. The boys, awake too early. Our son, whose clock had gone blank, I want to get up but I don't know what time it is.... To this we awoke:
Hello Powerless Saturday.
Hello Powder.

Hello Snow Candy.
Hello Tired Eyes.

Hello Winter.

We were out of power until 5pm today. That included telephone, and water. It was a rough day. Being without power is like camping in your house. Very frustrating. Actually, I don't feel much like talking about it, because it's over. We didn't get our night out tonight because the roads are too bad for my dad to come out and babysit. There is another storm coming tomorrow, but this one will supposedly be rain. Goodbye snow? We are putting up the tree and baking cookies tomorrow. We need a little relaxation.

Written by Cathy

A Tale of Two Christmas Slippers

Friday, December 09, 2005

I can be an impulse shopper. And it does me no good. Take the irresistible Santa slippers for the babe. On sale, yet still over-priced. But they will serve a function and be cute as a bonus; his little feet will stay warm and cosie. Gotta take a photo of those (even though they clash with the turquoise pants:).

But wait, what's this? What happened to one of the slippers? Where did it go?

Oh, there it is, in his hand, then in the mouth, poor teething babe. He grimaces at their furry taste and looks at me...
"No good, for nothin', mum".

So I turn my back and then look and oh, what's this. Where did the other one go?....

"I threw it away."

Next time I look back, the slippers are scatterd along with the babe. Hey, how'd you get over there? Seems like the babe has now become mobile. I should have bought myself some new shoes. Sigh....

Written by Cathy

Teeth, Bears and Coffee

Thursday, December 08, 2005

The babe says "When you are teething and your mouth hurts like hell, take this pointy finger here and stick it in your mouth and bite down as hard as you can. It doesn't help the pain in your gums any, but your finger hurts so bad, that you forget about your mouth." My smart babe.

Angel asked whether the bear my son was holding in my last post was one from the "Build-a-Bear Workshop". Indeed it is, perceptive Angel Jr. We just got this store here and it is amazing. My son loves the place. Excellent American import (We may have to re-mortgage our house to pay for the stuff from there, but it's fun). In fact most of our commercial, edible and consumable products in general are imported from the U.S. We just got Linens N' Things and the first Applebees in this region. I haven't been to either. I am not sure if I am missing much. One place that is fundamental to a comprehensive understanding of the Canadian citizen is, of course, Tim Horton's (other than Swiss Chalet, which is a Canadian chain, so why the "Swiss" because chicken is really not particularly Swiss at all, but I digress..). I mentioned Timmies in my last post as well, and Heidi, fellow Canuck, picked up on this. I think we could possibly substitute the maple leaf in the middle of our Nation's flag for the Tim Horton's disposable cup. I rarely venture out without going through the drive-thru. See:

And now they have the fine holiday version of the disposable cup; second only to the Roll-up-the-Rim and Win cup. In very polite Canadian terms (in both French and English, of course), the people of Tim Horton's kindly request that you be Environmentally Friendly and dispose of the cup properly. Why don't they make the extra effort and make a cup that can be recycled!

So, you see, there is nothing particularly useful on my mind, other than teething, spending money and coffee....

Written by Cathy

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