Saturday, December 30, 2006

this one goes to eleven

On December 30th 1995, John and I were married in a lavish ceremony that included horse-drawn carriages, dozens of white doves released into the air, royalty, and way more glitz than all those Bachelor/Bachelorette TV weddings put together.

Ha - gotcha.

Actually it was a pretty simple ceremony, as ceremonies go. And there were no horses - hell, we barely even made it to the reception hall because we'd forgotten to organize a ride for our dumb selves. Luckily one of the groomsmen (not for the horses) happened to be hanging around the church so we got a lift with him in his rented Neon. Sweet ride for the newly established mr. and mrs.

I said it then, and I will say it until I draw my last breath. It's not about the dress, the ring, the doves or the champagne fountains, the favours or the linen. It doesn't have to be storybook, textbook, MarthaStewartLivingbook, none of that. It does have to be perfect in that the match is perfect. That the person you've promised to spend the rest of your life with is perfect - and not in a Cosmo-ten-ways-to-determine-if-he's-perfectly-into-you way - just perfect - for you, and you alone. And damn it if I didn't get me some near perfection all those years ago. On that day I figured I was about the luckiest girl in a white dress ever, and I stand by that today. Sure there have been some ups and downs, some shit has gone down. But all in all, it's perfect.

Happy Anniversary, John. I will always love you. (think Dolly, not Whitney...)

Monday, December 25, 2006

Peace on earth...

...can it be?

I absolutely love love love this...and yes, I saw it when it originally aired in 1977. I was ten years old, and I thought David Bowie was about the most delicious thing I'd ever seen. That bit pretty much set me up for a lifetime of rockstar and crooner adoration...the rest is history...

Merry Christmas blogfriends near and far...wishing you all the best of the season. Let's be good to each other.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

...and His Name Shall Be Called...

Wonderful, Counsellor!
The Mighty God,
The Everlasting Father,
The Prince of Peace!

But you can just call him Charles.

And he was born this day 9 years ago, on an afternoon very much like today; bright and sunny, no snow, and not too cold. Right around now, we were making the trip to the hospital just to get checked out. I was convinced they were going to send me home - so convinced, that I didn't even bother to bring my bag with me. Nah, they'll send me home and tell me to wait for hard labour. But they didn't, and about 3 hours later, Charles was born via emergency c-section. To this day I still get a lump in my throat and a feeling in the pit of my stomach thinking about what might have happened if they had sent me home, or if I hadn't decided to go get checked out at that particular time. All the what ifs...

Thankfully, 3:30 pm marked the start of our amazing new journey as parents, at the same time the scariest and most incredible day of my life.

Happy Birthday Charles, my shining star. I don't know what I'd do without you.

Monday, December 18, 2006

three vials of blood...

...two dozen forms to fill out,
and a first stage TB test!

That's how I spent my morning, running from employee health to HR in order to get all signed on for my new job. That's right - my new job. I had to fill out an extensive health questionnaire that included my family's health history and all that. Then came the TB test, the blood pressure and the blood work, followed by a woozy walk back to my car and the drive downtown where I met with HR. They had lots to tell me about, including benefits (!), pension plan, holidays and oh so much more. It was damned exciting, and for those of you who are all "been there done that" just know that for this girl, this "real" job is all that.

Then I went out for lunch with my mum and did some shopping.

The trophy wife lifestyle dies hard.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

it's the most kitschiest time of the year...

Which means it's time to revisit that holiest-of-holy-crap-can-you-believe-this-stuff websites, the Cavalcade of Bad Nativities!

I know I posted this at some point earlier this year (or late last year) and unfortunately it's not been updated lately. The site author done gone and had herself a baby, so yeah, I guess she's kind of got an excuse...

Anyway, enjoy. These things are truly, truly things of beauty...bad beauty....or something...

I know I'm feeling more festive already. And slightly creeped out...

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

everybody loves peter

I never watched Everybody Loves Raymond, I found it annoying. I did, however, like the character that Peter Boyle played, and in more general terms, I really liked Peter Boyle.

He died today, at the age of 71. A young man, really.

And to me, he will always be the monster from Young Frankenstein - classic.

Friday, December 08, 2006

where to begin?

A good question. Should I start with "the job"? Or The Who? Or, should I start with the uber-sickness? Hmmm.... Well, since "the job" came first, let's start there...

I got the job! I am finally once again gainfully employed! Or, rather, I will be, come January 2nd. It's a very happy thing, to have a fulltime job, complete with benefits, and sick days and - dare I say it - holidays! I feel very grown up after all these years of working part-time, contract, suck-blood-from-me-and-make-me-happy-to-give-it, jobs. Oh happy day!

Now, next? Well next would have to come the sickness, followed in quick succession by The Who concert. Intrigued? Read on blogfriends...

So Saturday night Max started throwing up. Ah yes, the typical mid-December illness in our home. Usually it's much closer to Christmas, so the fact that it all went down within the first week of the month is pretty great. Except.... Well, except that I got it. Carly arrived on Sunday, the lucky girl, and I greeted her at the airport with the news that I was not planning to eat or drink until such time as I figured the virus had left the building. Really, how nice is it to serve your guest soup and bread and ginger ale, "just in case"? Not very, I agree. But that's what happened.

So all went well with me just feeling mildly yuck - until late Monday afternoon. The plan was to meet other Who fans at a bar in Toronto and then after some pints and revelry, head to the ACC. Always fun to hang with other fans prior to a show, catch up and get pumped for the concert. And I was doing ok - really. Sipping club soda and trying not to look too closely at the burgers and nachos and fries that were being passed around, chatting to my friends. Then it hit and it was downhill from there. Now when you're sick, the last place you want to be sick is in a public place. Particularly in a bar and particularly in this particular bar which is, well, not the classiest establishment in the city. Anyway, I did compose myself, excused myself to get some air and went outside, leaving Carly with my hefty bar tab of approximately $2.85. So Carly joined me and we headed toward the ACC where, upon arrival, she checked out the merch tables and I checked out the proximity of the washrooms to our seats - which was pretty good actually, fortuitous for me - and then I made use of said facilities - twice.

By this time I'm thinking, well I've barely eaten anything since Sunday morning, so hey, maybe this just won't go anywhere, which were famous last words. I did manage to make it through the opening act - The Pretenders, who were freaking awesome - then I left to puke. I came back and made it through the first 3 songs from The Who and had to leave again. And I was never really able to come back until the last 2 songs of the encore.

So what did I do? Well, I managed to befriend a very nice usherman named Norman, who told me he would let me stand in the aisle if I wanted to - a very sweet gesture, because normally they make you go to your seat for fire hazard reasons or something - but he said he'd let me stand (or lean, which was more likely by this time) as long as I liked. So I did that for awhile, but then just couldn't stand anymore so I found myself a chair near one of the concessions and sat down. This is where I spent the rest of the show - in between running to the bathroom - where I'm sure I was an example of what not to do before a concert for parents of teenagers. If only they could know that I wasn't stoned, that I was actually just rocking the norwalk/avian flu/bubonic plague combo platter, they'd have patted my head and told me how sorry they were that I was missing the show. So if any of y'all were there and saw a very pale dark haired girl in a black t-shirt and jeans leaning against a table, please know that no alcohol was involved in my making. And oh, it was so sad; I was so sad, and while I did manage to make it back to my seat to hear Listening to You and Tea and Theatre, it was still so sad to know that an incredible show was unfolding while I was sitting outside.

So the good news? Well yes, there is some. Carly and I managed to make the drive to Grand Rapids the next day to see the show there. We were both well enough to attend (although it was touch and go with Carly until just about an hour beforehand), we were in the 2nd row, it was an amazing show...

...and we all lived happily ever after.
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