Monday, April 30, 2007

Red Handed

Well, the mouse saga continues. Minnie is likely there, and she's been in my trap, but I only caught her foot. Great, now I have a bloody three footed mouse hanging out.

We went to Superstore on Friday, my eldest and I to get some groceries. A man approached me about a PC MasterCard, to earn points, to redeem for free groceries. I denied and started to walk away, when he kept on explaining about the free groceries. I said no thanks again, and he said " So, you don't like free groceries? ". We walked away. My son said, " So what do you call him? A walkermarketer?" I thought that was cute.

The youngest made his first communion on Sunday and we had 20 plus people over for dinner. All went well and he was just like an angel there in church, no signs of his mischievous character.

My tulips are ready to bloom, all we need is some sunshine.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Blog update

Boy, It's been awhile.
The weather incredibly turned nicer lately. It's like we have gone from winter, right into summer... no Spring needed. My tulips are almost ready to open. It's been very nice.

The news from Virginia Tech last week astounded us all. After the madness and gunfire stopped, 33 people were dead. It was awful , and a surprize to hear that one of the victims' mother is a lady I know and see every summer. My heart goes out to her, and the family left behind.

Belinda Stonach is leaving politics. I read her interview a magazine. I never shed a tear.
I almost shed a tear when I discovered a nest of young mice? in my camper's bathroom vanity drawer. 5 nice and warm wiggling mice, all pink and hairless. Hmm? where is there mother? Of course the babies never even lived an hour without Minnie. We liked the nest, made of cotton balls, Q~ tips, and toilet paper. We liked it so much I brought it to school, dead mice and all, for a show and tell before classes started. It was cool. No signs of Minnie Mouse... yet...

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Christmas Story

~~ Film director Bob Clark, best known for the beloved holiday classic A Christmas Story, was killed with his son Wednesday in a car wreck, the filmmaker’s assistant and police said.

Clark, 67, and son Ariel Hanrath-Clark, 22, were killed in the accident in Pacific Palisades, Calif.

In Clark’s most famous film, all nine-year-old Ralphie Parker wants for Christmas is an official Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot range model air rifle.
His mother, teacher and Santa Claus all warn: "You’ll shoot your eye out, kid."
A school bully named Scut Farkus, a leg lamp, a freezing flagpole mishap and some four-letter defiance helped the movie — shot on location in Cleveland, Lindsay, Ont., St. Catharines, Ont., and in a Toronto studio — become a seasonal fixture. ~~

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

The Cook

Stopped in to see the Cook today. She's the female version of " The Galloping Gourmet". She always has something to either smell or sample, and today was no exception. Pasta with Ricotta cheese and Garlic. She was on fire. Dreaming of her next creation. She got into a spiel about Garlic, and made fun of the TV chefs and their crazy gadgets... such as a gadget to roast your clove of garlic, another to store your garlic, and even a stainless steel cube to remove the smell from your hands. " Cripes ! What are they thinking ? Are we are really gonna buy a cube of stainless steel ? Have they ever thought of using their stainless steel sink!!" The Cook has a point. And usually, she gets right to it.
She's the next Racheal Ray... and me, her biggest fan.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Start crocheting

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe-box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these yers, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe-box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.

"When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll." The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

Darling," he said, "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"

"Oh," she said, "That's the money I made from selling the dolls."

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Tetes a Claques

One of my favorites tetes a Claques video, part 2 of the story about a distress call from a plane over a can of grape juice.

The Bunny Tale is over

We needed to get new bikes for the kids as their old ones are simply too small. Found some nice ones for them at Canadian Tire on Saturday. Boy, the smiles on their faces were priceless.

The morning before, as I was making breakfast, I mentioned the bikes, and Easter, and the Easter Bunny. " Well, I am sure you both know there is no Easter Bunny, and therefore your Dad and I will bring you to pick out bicycles. They will be for Easter". The eldest replied ... "Well duh mom, I know there's no bunny. " But the youngest one, usually so talkative, just stood there with his mouth open.

" You're the one who... who... put the baskets out.... and ... and... the gifts .... and well, what about the eggs, on the stairs....???" he asked.

Yup, it was Mom and Dad the whole time. I felt a little bad confessing. But he seemed to take the news well. His brother reassured him with stuff like " come on, how do you think a bunny gets in a house, and carries stuff???"

So off to school they went, and as the bus pulled away, I had a dreadful thought ! Oh My God, I never thought to tell him not to tell the other kids ! Too late, I am sure... He's a talking machine.

Oh well, I just saved another mom a job ....... ending the far-fetched tale of an egg-laying bunny.