OK.
We are going to take it slow. I am back. It wasn't you, it was me. I just needed some space.
Not really, but I thought it would be funny to pretend like it was a break-up and I was coming crawling back. Not so funny if I have to explain though.
I was feeling distinctly un-bloggy for a while, but things seem to be brewing again. Brewing. That will be slightly funny later...in a very "poor girl" kind of way.
A few things that have happened recently.
We are making a Christmas video! Sorry. That was distinctly 90's of me. We are making a Christmas DVD! It is a compilation of all of the web videos that Michael has made this year and a bunch of special extras that have not been shown in cyberspace! It has taken Michael over one hundred hours to put together this two hour Sauers Extravaganza - Sauersganza if you will.
So, the other night I was in bed with Bella and Edward (that's just a little teaser, folks) when I hear a frustrated sigh and "That really sucks!" followed by the distinct thud of a slamming laptop lid. Knowing that this is not going to go away, I reluctantly glance at my "friends" and try to tell them with my eyes that I will be back soon.
"What's wrong, honey?" (that's really what I call him...gag)
"My computer is dead."
"How dead?"
"Dead, dead. I was just about to burn the first DVD. It is finally finished and now it is locked inside of this computer and it is DEAD!"
"Use mine. Everything is saved on your Portable hard drive isn't it?"
"Sort of. But the sdfwe sgwtgh akghr kahuergb nakje is on my computer." (I'm sure that what he said made sense to computer savvy people, but to me, that is what it sounded like. I think it was kinda like the difference in having cookies in the cupboard and having the INGREDIENTS for cookies in the cupboard. Let it sink in for a minute and you will get it..... or not. It makes perfect sense to me but my mind is a little left of normal. He had all of the ingredients for the cookies in the port-a-brain, but the cookie container was the computer and someone put a padlock on it so we could not package up the cookies and send them to our friends and family!)
"Well did you take out the batteries?"
"It is dead."
"How about control - alt - delete?"
Rolls eyes.
"Did you shake it? Maybe there is a loose connection."
He goes and gets the manual. This is never a good sign. He also has the receipt so I know he is preparing to send it back to Canada to the Future Shop. (We have made it to Desert Hot Springs, California now and it is really interesting here. Lots of cacti, palm trees, hot springs....but I digress.)
"I'm sorry your toy is broken."
"Hmph. You realize this means we can't send the DVD, right."
I do NOW! I make the conscious, and decidedly unselfish choice to play the supportive wife roll and not that of the whining brat.
"Oh...all your hard work. I am so sorry!" (Big hug that he silently endures.)
And back to Bella and Edward I go. "Who ARE these people?" you ask. Only the best fictional characters I have met in MONTHS!!!
I am reading the Twilight Saga! Normally, I am not that into vampire books. I mean, like any red blooded (haha) girl I read Ann Rice in the 90's, but i have not ventured into that world since then. But these....sigh.
I experience a unique sensation when I read or watch anything truly romantic. My left wrist aches. If it is truly, truly romantic then BOTH wrists ache. And with over the top crazy romantic my neck aches, too! Let me just tell you, I was a bundle of aches for the whole first book!
Twilight is so far my total favorite! New Moon was good too, but not like Twilight. I am now partway through Eclipse and am really liking it. I think I have to wait for Christmas for the last book, but that gives me time to reread the first three.
I think that the first reading is kind of like the Christmas Dinner. You are so excited to eat it and so hungry that you just Hoover it down. Then for the second helping, you savor it more and really enjoy the nuances of flavor. That is what the second reading will be like. I will savor. I will enjoy. I will remember to breath while I am reading and not try to navigate stairs out of hot tubs while still reading. I will cook without the book in my face and answer my family with words rather than sounds. I have to have something to do in the week before Breaking Dawn...I mean....Christmas.
So after I have been reading for about half an hour, Michael comes into our room and looks at me. I finish my paragraph and glance up.
"It was unplugged and the battery died."
"WHAT?"
"It looked like it was plugged in but the little plug that goes into the side was not making a full connection."
"Good grief. Well...I'm glad you got your toy back."
This morning, my coffee pot died. I can't help but wonder if we were given back one life only to have another, equally important one, snatched from us.
I miss you Mr. Coffee.
RIP.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Frozen Toes But No Snow?
So....
In case you were wondering, although extremely entertaining, it is probably not a good idea to spend two hours in the Oregon ocean in mid-October.
The kids all bought skim boards when we were staying in Cannon Beach, but it was too chilly there to take them out. This morning in Florence, Oregon, we awoke to blue skies and warm weather, so after school we suited up and headed for the beach.
Once there, we all stood around in the water and tried to skim. I think we need a Google tutorial as the only one even remotely successful was Andrew.
After giving up on that, we stood around in the waves and played. At one point a dark face behind Michael caught my eye and we all were totally impressed that a seal had been attracted by us and kept popping up in different locations. At times he was only about 15 meters away! He was totally curious and insanely cute. Of course, Michael was nervous about us getting that close to a wild animal, but then again, he was not thrilled with me picking up the bunny last week either. Anyways, after our family and the seal staring at each other for about five or ten minutes we all got bored and went our separate ways. Michael took Abby and Matt and changed them into some warmer clothes and Andrew and I body surfed.
Although it was shockingly cold at first, soon the waves felt nice and warm and we were actually chilled when they were not crashing into us. We made a few remarks about not being sure that there were still feet attached to the bottoms of our legs and the sharp pains in our fingers when we bent them, but in all, it was no different than a day in the Northern Saskatchewan Lakes. However... when you get out of a Northern Saskatchewan Lake it is usually into 25-30 degrees Celsius, because what fool would go swimming in that cold water on a blustery day? What fool indeed.
When we got out of the ocean it was about 18 degrees Celsius and windy. The burning in our digits began about halfway to the truck when we started to regain feeling. Michael held up a blanket so we could strip down and wrap up and then we headed for home. As soon as the truck stopped we beat a hasty path to the showers where we stood under the scalding steam for about half an hour each. It took about another hour after that to stop the chills. I think Andrew was actually a little shocky as his whole body was trembling and he did not freak out that I saw part of him naked while he was getting out of his trunks.
Good times!
Lots of the waves were over our heads!
People recover from hypothermia all the time!
Can't wait to go back tomorrow!
In case you were wondering, although extremely entertaining, it is probably not a good idea to spend two hours in the Oregon ocean in mid-October.
The kids all bought skim boards when we were staying in Cannon Beach, but it was too chilly there to take them out. This morning in Florence, Oregon, we awoke to blue skies and warm weather, so after school we suited up and headed for the beach.
Once there, we all stood around in the water and tried to skim. I think we need a Google tutorial as the only one even remotely successful was Andrew.
After giving up on that, we stood around in the waves and played. At one point a dark face behind Michael caught my eye and we all were totally impressed that a seal had been attracted by us and kept popping up in different locations. At times he was only about 15 meters away! He was totally curious and insanely cute. Of course, Michael was nervous about us getting that close to a wild animal, but then again, he was not thrilled with me picking up the bunny last week either. Anyways, after our family and the seal staring at each other for about five or ten minutes we all got bored and went our separate ways. Michael took Abby and Matt and changed them into some warmer clothes and Andrew and I body surfed.
Although it was shockingly cold at first, soon the waves felt nice and warm and we were actually chilled when they were not crashing into us. We made a few remarks about not being sure that there were still feet attached to the bottoms of our legs and the sharp pains in our fingers when we bent them, but in all, it was no different than a day in the Northern Saskatchewan Lakes. However... when you get out of a Northern Saskatchewan Lake it is usually into 25-30 degrees Celsius, because what fool would go swimming in that cold water on a blustery day? What fool indeed.
When we got out of the ocean it was about 18 degrees Celsius and windy. The burning in our digits began about halfway to the truck when we started to regain feeling. Michael held up a blanket so we could strip down and wrap up and then we headed for home. As soon as the truck stopped we beat a hasty path to the showers where we stood under the scalding steam for about half an hour each. It took about another hour after that to stop the chills. I think Andrew was actually a little shocky as his whole body was trembling and he did not freak out that I saw part of him naked while he was getting out of his trunks.
Good times!
Lots of the waves were over our heads!
People recover from hypothermia all the time!
Can't wait to go back tomorrow!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
A Love Story
It has been pointed out to me that I have not blogged recently...I think I was just waiting for this moment.
I had the great honour of watching my sister and Paul Bunyan get engaged today. It was wonderfully romantic and all is well in Lauraland. I was however concerned lest she inadvertently flash her new rock out to sea and cause a ship to become confused and head into the new lighthouse at Haystack Rock. I must say that it was a good thing that she started going to the gym or I don't know if her poor body would be able to bear the stress of the added carat weight!
Now on to my news.
Yesterday was possibly the best day of my life.
Let me just preface this story with a little background information. Last summer I was introduced to "Kathy" and I fell in love. My client's mom, Bonny, brought Kathy in to meet me and I was immediately drawn to her. Style, Charms, Colour....she is the whole bag....literally. Her full name is Kathy Van Zeeland and in my opinion, she designs the most beautiful handbags on the planet.
When you have a Kathy you do not carry it, you wear it. They are available in oh so many colours and they all have her signature silver filigree and crystal charms dangling and tinkling so enticingly off of their comfort padded straps. She adds a signature decal of bling to each one as well. Each sighting of a Kathy was enough to make my heart soar and my hand reach out of its own accord and wistfully caress her. This was often unappreciated by the general public, but who were they to deny me my pleasure?
Still, Kathy and I had only a passing fancy, for though I loved her, alas, I am cheap and Canadian. What do these things have to do with the other? Good question. Sit grasshopper and listen while Tina explains.
Kathy's are an American brand. When they cross over that imaginary line we call the border, they somehow jump in price. What costs $89 state side becomes 110 canuck coins. Fair? I think not, but this is life on the sunny side of the septic tank friends. Since there was no way on God's green earth that I could justify spending that much to bring her home, Kathy and I seemed doomed to our furtive encounters in the mall. I combed Ebay and still came up with the now familiar ache in my bosom. It seemed that Kathy and I would never be able to take our relationship to the next level.
Then a magnificent think happened. I became a Gypsy. Guess what? Gypsies cross borders!
Three weeks ago we entered the USA and my Kathy Quest renewed its intensity.
Fast Forward!
Yesterday my sister and PB were due to arrive in Portland at 7:45 pm. We set out bright and early from Cannon Beach. I had it in my mind that maybe today was the day, but like a nine and a half month pregnant woman I had nearly run out of hope that the day would ever come.
We entered a Portland mall and I cast a disappointed look around. There was nary an upscale department or shoe store to be found. I stumbled sadly into Dress Barn where a well meaning sales lady asked if she could be of assistance. Despondent, I sighed that I couldn't find my love.
She thought for a minute, scribbled something down on a Post It and wished me luck.
Slowly, I unfolded the tiny scrap of hope and read "Burlington Coat Factory, Jantzen Lake Centre."
Quickly I rounded up Michael and the kids and loaded them into the truck. I punched the precious information into the GPS and prayed that she would be able to find her way.
Calculating Route.
Left turn in 300 meters.
She knew where to go and hope began to unfurl in me like a fern frond in the prairie spring.
Traffic seemed to magically part as Sylvie gracefully wove her way along the interstates. Maggie gently urged us on with her "Keep to the left" and "Exit in one kilometre" reminders. I slid into the parking lot, coasted to a stop and called back over my shoulder to meet me inside as I sprung from the truck and into the mall.
Smiling politely but not bothering to stop for chit chat, I breezed past the greeter/security guard and into the store. My barren shoulders seemed to sense which way to turn as I hurried past jewellery, clothes and shoes to the Handbag department. The overhead lighting focused all of its energy and shone down on the Kathy's like the sun breaking through an overcast Oregon sky as I rounded the final corner into a whole row of my favourite gleaming handbags!
There was black, bronze, green, silver, ruby, cobalt, mustard and gold. There was patent and flat, crinkle, smooth and quilted. I floated over on my cloud and turned over the price tag. $44.95! That is when the first tear slipped from my eye. Another soon followed when I remembered that Oregon is the Land of No Taxes!
I skipped down the aisle filling my arms with all my pretty babies. I swear I could hear their little voices saying "Me too!" and "Pick me!" Almost intoxicated, I stumbled out of the aisle and cornered several ladies to tell them about the best day of my life. One kind soul passed me a tissue for the tears and drool and another kindly pointed out that it was possible that I may not need two of the bronze belted shoppers.
I realized that my family would soon be catching up and I needed to spend some time narrowing the purchase field as I was almost positive that the budget nazi would not let me adopt eleven little Kathy's. I made my way to the lingerie department and lined them all up on the carpet before sitting down with them. One by one, I picked them up, had a little snuggle and let them down easy. We said our goodbyes until finally there were just three of them and me. I took the others back and lovingly placed them on their shelves.
Now for the three. By now I had an emotional bond with them. The Moss Patent Buckle Up Shopper; the Black Patent Buckle Up Crinkle Shopper and the Gold Patent Hobo bag. I held them all to me hearing the pleasant tinkle of their charms bouncing with glee at being off of the hangar and agonized at my choice. How do you choose between three loves? The gold was on clearance so it became an automatic winner. For $34.95 only a fool would say no. But the moss and the black...who could choose?
Michael.
Michael would choose for me.
Nervously, I introduced them all and he showed them the respect that Kathy's are due. OK....he may have been a little frightened. He has seen me watch QVC with tears dripping off of my chin with the sheer angst of want. He has listened to me describe the dreams that they have appeared in and has assured me time and time again that I would know the right one when I saw it.
"Pass them to me."
"What! Why! You can't put them back! They love me!"
"Tina, pass them to me."
"Why! I can't!"
"Pass them."
The green went, followed grudgingly by the black.
"The gold one, too."
"Nooooo! Honey... it's on sale! I can't leave without it!"
"The gold one, too."
I passed it over and after a short tug of war and gently peeling my fingers back, all three Kathy's rested in Michael's arms. I tried to inconspicuously wipe away my tears as I saw my hopes come crashing around me like the waves at Haystack Rock.
Then....
He held out the gold to me.
"Happy Birthday."
The black.
"Happy Anniversary."
The green.
"Merry Christmas"
Do I have a great husband or what? I am still a little light-headed thinking about how thankful I am. How fitting that this weekend it Canadian Thanksgiving, for I am indeed blessed.
As for the mustard...I hear my Mom is sending money for Christmas!
I had the great honour of watching my sister and Paul Bunyan get engaged today. It was wonderfully romantic and all is well in Lauraland. I was however concerned lest she inadvertently flash her new rock out to sea and cause a ship to become confused and head into the new lighthouse at Haystack Rock. I must say that it was a good thing that she started going to the gym or I don't know if her poor body would be able to bear the stress of the added carat weight!
Now on to my news.
Yesterday was possibly the best day of my life.
Let me just preface this story with a little background information. Last summer I was introduced to "Kathy" and I fell in love. My client's mom, Bonny, brought Kathy in to meet me and I was immediately drawn to her. Style, Charms, Colour....she is the whole bag....literally. Her full name is Kathy Van Zeeland and in my opinion, she designs the most beautiful handbags on the planet.
When you have a Kathy you do not carry it, you wear it. They are available in oh so many colours and they all have her signature silver filigree and crystal charms dangling and tinkling so enticingly off of their comfort padded straps. She adds a signature decal of bling to each one as well. Each sighting of a Kathy was enough to make my heart soar and my hand reach out of its own accord and wistfully caress her. This was often unappreciated by the general public, but who were they to deny me my pleasure?
Still, Kathy and I had only a passing fancy, for though I loved her, alas, I am cheap and Canadian. What do these things have to do with the other? Good question. Sit grasshopper and listen while Tina explains.
Kathy's are an American brand. When they cross over that imaginary line we call the border, they somehow jump in price. What costs $89 state side becomes 110 canuck coins. Fair? I think not, but this is life on the sunny side of the septic tank friends. Since there was no way on God's green earth that I could justify spending that much to bring her home, Kathy and I seemed doomed to our furtive encounters in the mall. I combed Ebay and still came up with the now familiar ache in my bosom. It seemed that Kathy and I would never be able to take our relationship to the next level.
Then a magnificent think happened. I became a Gypsy. Guess what? Gypsies cross borders!
Three weeks ago we entered the USA and my Kathy Quest renewed its intensity.
Fast Forward!
Yesterday my sister and PB were due to arrive in Portland at 7:45 pm. We set out bright and early from Cannon Beach. I had it in my mind that maybe today was the day, but like a nine and a half month pregnant woman I had nearly run out of hope that the day would ever come.
We entered a Portland mall and I cast a disappointed look around. There was nary an upscale department or shoe store to be found. I stumbled sadly into Dress Barn where a well meaning sales lady asked if she could be of assistance. Despondent, I sighed that I couldn't find my love.
She thought for a minute, scribbled something down on a Post It and wished me luck.
Slowly, I unfolded the tiny scrap of hope and read "Burlington Coat Factory, Jantzen Lake Centre."
Quickly I rounded up Michael and the kids and loaded them into the truck. I punched the precious information into the GPS and prayed that she would be able to find her way.
Calculating Route.
Left turn in 300 meters.
She knew where to go and hope began to unfurl in me like a fern frond in the prairie spring.
Traffic seemed to magically part as Sylvie gracefully wove her way along the interstates. Maggie gently urged us on with her "Keep to the left" and "Exit in one kilometre" reminders. I slid into the parking lot, coasted to a stop and called back over my shoulder to meet me inside as I sprung from the truck and into the mall.
Smiling politely but not bothering to stop for chit chat, I breezed past the greeter/security guard and into the store. My barren shoulders seemed to sense which way to turn as I hurried past jewellery, clothes and shoes to the Handbag department. The overhead lighting focused all of its energy and shone down on the Kathy's like the sun breaking through an overcast Oregon sky as I rounded the final corner into a whole row of my favourite gleaming handbags!
There was black, bronze, green, silver, ruby, cobalt, mustard and gold. There was patent and flat, crinkle, smooth and quilted. I floated over on my cloud and turned over the price tag. $44.95! That is when the first tear slipped from my eye. Another soon followed when I remembered that Oregon is the Land of No Taxes!
I skipped down the aisle filling my arms with all my pretty babies. I swear I could hear their little voices saying "Me too!" and "Pick me!" Almost intoxicated, I stumbled out of the aisle and cornered several ladies to tell them about the best day of my life. One kind soul passed me a tissue for the tears and drool and another kindly pointed out that it was possible that I may not need two of the bronze belted shoppers.
I realized that my family would soon be catching up and I needed to spend some time narrowing the purchase field as I was almost positive that the budget nazi would not let me adopt eleven little Kathy's. I made my way to the lingerie department and lined them all up on the carpet before sitting down with them. One by one, I picked them up, had a little snuggle and let them down easy. We said our goodbyes until finally there were just three of them and me. I took the others back and lovingly placed them on their shelves.
Now for the three. By now I had an emotional bond with them. The Moss Patent Buckle Up Shopper; the Black Patent Buckle Up Crinkle Shopper and the Gold Patent Hobo bag. I held them all to me hearing the pleasant tinkle of their charms bouncing with glee at being off of the hangar and agonized at my choice. How do you choose between three loves? The gold was on clearance so it became an automatic winner. For $34.95 only a fool would say no. But the moss and the black...who could choose?
Michael.
Michael would choose for me.
Nervously, I introduced them all and he showed them the respect that Kathy's are due. OK....he may have been a little frightened. He has seen me watch QVC with tears dripping off of my chin with the sheer angst of want. He has listened to me describe the dreams that they have appeared in and has assured me time and time again that I would know the right one when I saw it.
"Pass them to me."
"What! Why! You can't put them back! They love me!"
"Tina, pass them to me."
"Why! I can't!"
"Pass them."
The green went, followed grudgingly by the black.
"The gold one, too."
"Nooooo! Honey... it's on sale! I can't leave without it!"
"The gold one, too."
I passed it over and after a short tug of war and gently peeling my fingers back, all three Kathy's rested in Michael's arms. I tried to inconspicuously wipe away my tears as I saw my hopes come crashing around me like the waves at Haystack Rock.
Then....
He held out the gold to me.
"Happy Birthday."
The black.
"Happy Anniversary."
The green.
"Merry Christmas"
Do I have a great husband or what? I am still a little light-headed thinking about how thankful I am. How fitting that this weekend it Canadian Thanksgiving, for I am indeed blessed.
As for the mustard...I hear my Mom is sending money for Christmas!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Get Your Earrings Ready, Aunty!
We ventured out today and saw some amazing things!
-You can buy beer in WalMart. Weird. I really don't even have anything else to say about this. Oh wait...I always have something to say. I take my kids to WalMart. Everyone knows that WalMart is Tina's
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-My daughter is gorgeous. She and I went to a Bridal Boutique where she tried on tons of flower girl dresses. I seriously had a tear or two. She got all shy and could barely even talk. The funny thing is that she was not shy because of other people being around; she was just awed by the beauty of the gowns and the awesome privilege of being able to wear one. She has decided to be a singer when she grows up, but informed me that it will not be all soft and gentle songs, but that she wants to sing Rock Star songs like Miley/Hanna. Get your earrings ready Aunty!
-Jesus Invented Pumpkin Spice Latte's. As I took my first sip Michael looked at me and said "You are singing it right now, aren't you?" Sure enough, the song "Heaven, I'm in Heaven" was floating through my mind. We discussed whether it was sacrilegious for me to say that they were invented by Jesus, but we decided that it was not and we have biblical proof in the form of the verse "Every good and perfect gift comes from you." I can not remember the verse address, but it really fits, and on today, a particularly lonely and gift needing day, it was indeed a perfect gift and I gave thanks!
A Goat Trail By Any Other Name
Today marks the beginning of our trip into "THE GREAT UNKNOWN". I am going to speak here like I actually have a following that does not already know everything that there is to know about me. (I love and miss you all by the way!)
My family is on a one year vacation. We are homeschooling and doing all the touristy things. We are having a blast...most days. Today was monumental! We have been on the road for almost three months now and have covered three provinces, but today we crossed The Big Border. That's right...we have crossed to the other side. We are now temporarily residing in the USA. The monumental part is that while we were doing lots of new and exciting things, they were all in places that we had been before. This is the first destination that we have never ever been to! It is so exciting. (and scary.)
We are in a little (and by little I mean huge in Saskatchewan terms but not so much here) city that is called Puyallup. As far as I can tell, it is pronounced similarly to tulip if you were giving tulip a really long "u" sound.
How is it that one can travel for under an hour and get out of one's vehicle and realize that one is now the one that has the accent and not the charming American that is at the checkout behind one. (I know the one's don't all work but once I had started I couldn't stop. That is the trouble with one....it never ends up being just one.) We crossed the border at the Peace Arch near Blaine, WA. I am not sure, but I think that the abbreviation for Washington is WA. In Tina Land it is anyway. (So there.) We had to wait eighty minutes to cross. By the time we got to the actual crossing, I had worked myself up into a state. Surprising, I know. I was picturing a meany crossing guard pointing us over to the side of the road, a team of snarling, drooling Dobermans holding us at bay, and a lady crossing guard with a bad set of hi lites and a too tight uniform doing the cavity search while the crossing guards in training spread all of our earthly belongings through the ditch on the side of the road. It didn't quite happen that way. We had a really nice Guard who told a little story about a guy with a really big RV having to unpack his luggage carrier to get it through the underpass dealy, watched a bit of the kids movie and sent us on our way. He was very interested in if we were bringing garlic across the border though. I had some packed in EVOO, but that stuff was OK. Apparently, garlic is only lethal to Washingtonians in its natural state. We have since hung our entire campsite with bunches of the stuff and plastered mirrors on every empty surface. The large crosses and wooden stakes go without saying. (or at least they would have if I had not mentioned them.) Seriously though...why is garlic a problem to bring across the border? I am so confused. Fortunately, this is not uncharted territory for me. I have been confused before and will be again. Life goes on.
After our non-eventful crossing we went to Jack in the Box for the first time ever. We needed drinks after our long wait in the border line-up. Just to let you know, a medium pop on this side of the border is WAY bigger than it is back home. Having said this, you will quickly see the problem presented by Abigail about an hour later while I was navigating fifty six feet of vehicle down the I5 in the middle of Seatle. Although we tried to convince her, the Jack in the Box cup was apparently a one way street as far as her liquids were concerned and she would not send them back from whence they came. After we got out of the downtownish area I illegally pulled over (what is with all the no parking on the side of the road signs anyway?) and we hustled back into the trailer to pee. It was TERRIFYING! The semi's rock that trailer like it's nobodies business! She had to go into her bedroom and change her pants and I was praying the whole time that the trailer would not flip over. Even Andrew was scared and he was still in the truck. (Abby almost was not the only one who needed dry pants!) Matt pee'd in the bushes on the side of the road, but since Michael was sporting a bright orange T-shirt, he elected to use the camper as well. I know I already said this, but let me reiterate: TERRIFYING! Keep in mind that this is coming from some very seasoned ditch pee-ers. This was like no pee ever taken before. Once we had regained our seats it took about 5 minutes of signalling before I was able to make a break for the driving lane. People really do not like to let others merge here. Eventually I just peeled off of the shoulder and into traffic with the attitude that of "I am bigger than you so MOVE!"and Michael and I hi-fived on my driving prowess. All that would soon change.
For Christmas last year, my Dad gave us a Magellan GPS system. We have nicknamed her "Maggie" and we love her dearly. Maggie, Sylvie (our 2002 Silverado) and the five of us make a good little team. Sometimes however, Maggie is an idiot. Today she thought it would be fun to take us down a goat trail. It was a goat trail cleverly disguised as a bridge, but a goat trail by any other name would still be too narrow! I actually had to roll down my window and fold in the mirror on my side so that the UPS truck could get past us and at the same time I was trying to get my hind end onto the bridge. I ended up having about an inch between the camper and the guard rail. It took up about forty five minutes to make the trip that the ever so kind lady at the desk of our campsite drawled "You coulda just stayed on the I5 and you woulda been here in five minutes! You never can trust the GPS systems or the mapquest."
Bad Maggie. Bad bad bad Maggie!
On a high note, fuel is REALLY cheap here! We have been spending between $110 and $120 to fill up. Tonight the fuel was $3.97 per gallon where we fuelled up and it only cost $87! We were sucking fumes and filled up all the way too! We had a little IKEA moment and screamed "START THE CAR! START THE CAR!" Sylvie was not offended at being called a car; she was just happy to be fed. We were a little sad when we got up the road a bit and found Diesel for $3.63 at Safeway though. Sigh.
I have spent way too much time blogging tonight and will surely be grouchy for school in the morning, so now it is time to say goodnight. Keep in touch. Gypsies get lonely!
Good night, Gracie.
My family is on a one year vacation. We are homeschooling and doing all the touristy things. We are having a blast...most days. Today was monumental! We have been on the road for almost three months now and have covered three provinces, but today we crossed The Big Border. That's right...we have crossed to the other side. We are now temporarily residing in the USA. The monumental part is that while we were doing lots of new and exciting things, they were all in places that we had been before. This is the first destination that we have never ever been to! It is so exciting. (and scary.)
We are in a little (and by little I mean huge in Saskatchewan terms but not so much here) city that is called Puyallup. As far as I can tell, it is pronounced similarly to tulip if you were giving tulip a really long "u" sound.
How is it that one can travel for under an hour and get out of one's vehicle and realize that one is now the one that has the accent and not the charming American that is at the checkout behind one. (I know the one's don't all work but once I had started I couldn't stop. That is the trouble with one....it never ends up being just one.) We crossed the border at the Peace Arch near Blaine, WA. I am not sure, but I think that the abbreviation for Washington is WA. In Tina Land it is anyway. (So there.) We had to wait eighty minutes to cross. By the time we got to the actual crossing, I had worked myself up into a state. Surprising, I know. I was picturing a meany crossing guard pointing us over to the side of the road, a team of snarling, drooling Dobermans holding us at bay, and a lady crossing guard with a bad set of hi lites and a too tight uniform doing the cavity search while the crossing guards in training spread all of our earthly belongings through the ditch on the side of the road. It didn't quite happen that way. We had a really nice Guard who told a little story about a guy with a really big RV having to unpack his luggage carrier to get it through the underpass dealy, watched a bit of the kids movie and sent us on our way. He was very interested in if we were bringing garlic across the border though. I had some packed in EVOO, but that stuff was OK. Apparently, garlic is only lethal to Washingtonians in its natural state. We have since hung our entire campsite with bunches of the stuff and plastered mirrors on every empty surface. The large crosses and wooden stakes go without saying. (or at least they would have if I had not mentioned them.) Seriously though...why is garlic a problem to bring across the border? I am so confused. Fortunately, this is not uncharted territory for me. I have been confused before and will be again. Life goes on.
After our non-eventful crossing we went to Jack in the Box for the first time ever. We needed drinks after our long wait in the border line-up. Just to let you know, a medium pop on this side of the border is WAY bigger than it is back home. Having said this, you will quickly see the problem presented by Abigail about an hour later while I was navigating fifty six feet of vehicle down the I5 in the middle of Seatle. Although we tried to convince her, the Jack in the Box cup was apparently a one way street as far as her liquids were concerned and she would not send them back from whence they came. After we got out of the downtownish area I illegally pulled over (what is with all the no parking on the side of the road signs anyway?) and we hustled back into the trailer to pee. It was TERRIFYING! The semi's rock that trailer like it's nobodies business! She had to go into her bedroom and change her pants and I was praying the whole time that the trailer would not flip over. Even Andrew was scared and he was still in the truck. (Abby almost was not the only one who needed dry pants!) Matt pee'd in the bushes on the side of the road, but since Michael was sporting a bright orange T-shirt, he elected to use the camper as well. I know I already said this, but let me reiterate: TERRIFYING! Keep in mind that this is coming from some very seasoned ditch pee-ers. This was like no pee ever taken before. Once we had regained our seats it took about 5 minutes of signalling before I was able to make a break for the driving lane. People really do not like to let others merge here. Eventually I just peeled off of the shoulder and into traffic with the attitude that of "I am bigger than you so MOVE!"and Michael and I hi-fived on my driving prowess. All that would soon change.
For Christmas last year, my Dad gave us a Magellan GPS system. We have nicknamed her "Maggie" and we love her dearly. Maggie, Sylvie (our 2002 Silverado) and the five of us make a good little team. Sometimes however, Maggie is an idiot. Today she thought it would be fun to take us down a goat trail. It was a goat trail cleverly disguised as a bridge, but a goat trail by any other name would still be too narrow! I actually had to roll down my window and fold in the mirror on my side so that the UPS truck could get past us and at the same time I was trying to get my hind end onto the bridge. I ended up having about an inch between the camper and the guard rail. It took up about forty five minutes to make the trip that the ever so kind lady at the desk of our campsite drawled "You coulda just stayed on the I5 and you woulda been here in five minutes! You never can trust the GPS systems or the mapquest."
Bad Maggie. Bad bad bad Maggie!
On a high note, fuel is REALLY cheap here! We have been spending between $110 and $120 to fill up. Tonight the fuel was $3.97 per gallon where we fuelled up and it only cost $87! We were sucking fumes and filled up all the way too! We had a little IKEA moment and screamed "START THE CAR! START THE CAR!" Sylvie was not offended at being called a car; she was just happy to be fed. We were a little sad when we got up the road a bit and found Diesel for $3.63 at Safeway though. Sigh.
I have spent way too much time blogging tonight and will surely be grouchy for school in the morning, so now it is time to say goodnight. Keep in touch. Gypsies get lonely!
Good night, Gracie.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Pretty Can't Hide Sketchy
Don't judge a book by its cover. Pretty is as pretty does. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. Crystal chandeliers don't hide the fact that it is a McDonald's in Scaryville. I think that last sentence will soon become a cliche as well used as the first three. Well...it would if everyone were eating at the McDonald's downtown Victoria on the corner of Douglas and View anyway.
The alarm went off this morning and I stretched, rolled over and cried myself back to sleep at the thought of facing another day of this:
-Eat your breakfast! You can't have school on an empty stomach!
-Stop laying on the floor and pick up your pajama's.
-You know this is a classroom now, so get it cleaned up!
-No, you cannot bring three stuffies to school with you!
-Swallow! Swallow now! If you puke up that pill again....
-Quit looking at yourself in the window!
-No it is not recess!
After several minutes of rocking and moaning, we decided to be naughty and skip school today. I feel good about that decision.
We set out en famile to downtown Victoria, that quaint hubbub of history, buskers, and the like. We went there yesterday as well but when we got to the museum they said they were closing in an hour and we decided to go to the Wax Museum and save the Royal British Columbia Museum for another day. Today was that day! (Have to mention that the wax museum is CREEPY and I wish I had followed my gut and went shopping or sat with the buskers and pretended to have a talent instead of going there!)
We LOVE the RBCM! I am not a huge fan of museums. My moto is if you've seen some old crap you've seen it all. Not so at these digs though! WOW! There is a place there that if you stand in the middle it sounds like you are speaking into a microphone but the people close to you can't hear you! Also, you can hear a whisper from across the room! Now this got me to thinking, if I can hear Michael whispering that clearly from here, I wonder if we could hear a pin drop? I was fresh out of pins, so I of course took the next logical step. I removed my diamond stud that my Dad gave me from my earlobe, gathered the fam around and dropped the earring on the floor. Museums are dark. Have you ever noticed that? Not only did we not hear the earring drop, we lost the aforementioned earring. So there we were, among the deer and grizzly bears crawling around using our cell phones as flashlights looking for my earring! Fear not, it was eventually found, but that museum carpet really does hide everything and if you have toddlers you might want to look into putting it in wall to wall!
After exploring for what seemed like moments and was in fact 3.5 hours, we decided to go for a snack. The museum shop was hideously expensive so we hit the streets. Yesterday Abby, Matt and I walked past a neat little shop called Roger's Chocolates where they have a retro soda bar complete with servers with the little hats and a twirly straw dispenser so I thought we should go there. I soon thought differently when we popped in and saw that it would cost $40 for the 5 of us to have a milkshake.
Now, on our first day in Victoria we did some driving around. On our travels we saw the fanciest McChoke and Puke's we have ever seen. There is a 12 foot chandelier in the lobby (that's right...LOBBY!) There are several more crystal chandeliers throughout the restaurant. So when the parental veto of the soda shoppe came down it was followed by cries of "Fancy McDonald's! Fancy McDonald's!" and off we went! We decided to walk down Douglas for a change of scenery. We got one! There were all sorts of weird costumes including one girl whom I can only assume was going for a Christmas Village Staff interview as she was wearing a white fur lined red cape and red and white striped thigh high stockings with her ankle boots. We smelled the smells including lovely restaurants and some odd sweet smoke. At the sight of the odd sweet smoke we overheard the man with his cap in hand putting his order in for some weed in about half an hour once he had enough money. That reinforced our decision to never give out money, only meals. We hiked for what seemed like miles to finally get to "Fancy McDonald's". Once we arrived, the tables were filthy, the fries were cold, the nuggets were cold, the waiters were rude, and there were pickles stuck to the fancy art they had hung on the walls. Groups of what our Saskatchewan trained eyes immediately picked out as gangs inundated the space without ordering and got very loud. They were not speaking English so I have nothing to report, but it did sound menacing. They were asked to leave. We huddled in our little corner not wanting to let our eyes wander or any unclothed portion of our body touch any surfaces. When we felt somewhat safe enough to leave we huddled into a pack and shuffled to the back of the restaurant to relieve our nervous bladders and Abby and I had the treat of listening to the woman in the next stall strip down and shoot up while her cart waited outside.
Back at the Museum we took in a Charlie Chaplain flick. The tiny theatre was cute with a fake little ticket booth. It is a good thing they only charge five cents to see his flicks because they are really quite boring! The kids were very concerned about why the sound in the theatre was not working. Ahh the innocence of our Disney fed children! Apparently when you go to a silent movie you are supposed to remain silent as well. Michael did not think that the folks around us much enjoyed my narration of the film. I choose to think that they were craning around to catch a glimpse of the starlet that the witty monologue was issuing forth from and that they simply all had to use the facilities in tandem.
In conclusion:
-Keep your earrings in.
-Control your longings for the fancy things in life.
-Swallow your pills.
-Apply early for Christmas work.
-Keep your mouth shut at silent films.
-Give meals not money.
-Skip School.
-Pretty Can't Hide Sketchy.
The alarm went off this morning and I stretched, rolled over and cried myself back to sleep at the thought of facing another day of this:
-Eat your breakfast! You can't have school on an empty stomach!
-Stop laying on the floor and pick up your pajama's.
-You know this is a classroom now, so get it cleaned up!
-No, you cannot bring three stuffies to school with you!
-Swallow! Swallow now! If you puke up that pill again....
-Quit looking at yourself in the window!
-No it is not recess!
After several minutes of rocking and moaning, we decided to be naughty and skip school today. I feel good about that decision.
We set out en famile to downtown Victoria, that quaint hubbub of history, buskers, and the like. We went there yesterday as well but when we got to the museum they said they were closing in an hour and we decided to go to the Wax Museum and save the Royal British Columbia Museum for another day. Today was that day! (Have to mention that the wax museum is CREEPY and I wish I had followed my gut and went shopping or sat with the buskers and pretended to have a talent instead of going there!)
We LOVE the RBCM! I am not a huge fan of museums. My moto is if you've seen some old crap you've seen it all. Not so at these digs though! WOW! There is a place there that if you stand in the middle it sounds like you are speaking into a microphone but the people close to you can't hear you! Also, you can hear a whisper from across the room! Now this got me to thinking, if I can hear Michael whispering that clearly from here, I wonder if we could hear a pin drop? I was fresh out of pins, so I of course took the next logical step. I removed my diamond stud that my Dad gave me from my earlobe, gathered the fam around and dropped the earring on the floor. Museums are dark. Have you ever noticed that? Not only did we not hear the earring drop, we lost the aforementioned earring. So there we were, among the deer and grizzly bears crawling around using our cell phones as flashlights looking for my earring! Fear not, it was eventually found, but that museum carpet really does hide everything and if you have toddlers you might want to look into putting it in wall to wall!
After exploring for what seemed like moments and was in fact 3.5 hours, we decided to go for a snack. The museum shop was hideously expensive so we hit the streets. Yesterday Abby, Matt and I walked past a neat little shop called Roger's Chocolates where they have a retro soda bar complete with servers with the little hats and a twirly straw dispenser so I thought we should go there. I soon thought differently when we popped in and saw that it would cost $40 for the 5 of us to have a milkshake.
Now, on our first day in Victoria we did some driving around. On our travels we saw the fanciest McChoke and Puke's we have ever seen. There is a 12 foot chandelier in the lobby (that's right...LOBBY!) There are several more crystal chandeliers throughout the restaurant. So when the parental veto of the soda shoppe came down it was followed by cries of "Fancy McDonald's! Fancy McDonald's!" and off we went! We decided to walk down Douglas for a change of scenery. We got one! There were all sorts of weird costumes including one girl whom I can only assume was going for a Christmas Village Staff interview as she was wearing a white fur lined red cape and red and white striped thigh high stockings with her ankle boots. We smelled the smells including lovely restaurants and some odd sweet smoke. At the sight of the odd sweet smoke we overheard the man with his cap in hand putting his order in for some weed in about half an hour once he had enough money. That reinforced our decision to never give out money, only meals. We hiked for what seemed like miles to finally get to "Fancy McDonald's". Once we arrived, the tables were filthy, the fries were cold, the nuggets were cold, the waiters were rude, and there were pickles stuck to the fancy art they had hung on the walls. Groups of what our Saskatchewan trained eyes immediately picked out as gangs inundated the space without ordering and got very loud. They were not speaking English so I have nothing to report, but it did sound menacing. They were asked to leave. We huddled in our little corner not wanting to let our eyes wander or any unclothed portion of our body touch any surfaces. When we felt somewhat safe enough to leave we huddled into a pack and shuffled to the back of the restaurant to relieve our nervous bladders and Abby and I had the treat of listening to the woman in the next stall strip down and shoot up while her cart waited outside.
Back at the Museum we took in a Charlie Chaplain flick. The tiny theatre was cute with a fake little ticket booth. It is a good thing they only charge five cents to see his flicks because they are really quite boring! The kids were very concerned about why the sound in the theatre was not working. Ahh the innocence of our Disney fed children! Apparently when you go to a silent movie you are supposed to remain silent as well. Michael did not think that the folks around us much enjoyed my narration of the film. I choose to think that they were craning around to catch a glimpse of the starlet that the witty monologue was issuing forth from and that they simply all had to use the facilities in tandem.
In conclusion:
-Keep your earrings in.
-Control your longings for the fancy things in life.
-Swallow your pills.
-Apply early for Christmas work.
-Keep your mouth shut at silent films.
-Give meals not money.
-Skip School.
-Pretty Can't Hide Sketchy.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sickness, Solitude and Sore Butt Syndrome
It sucks to be sick in a camper. I don't know about you, but when I am sick I just want to hide away all alone and wallow in my own filth. Usually I am not a fan of filth, but when I am sick I feel no desire to beautify. Sometimes a nice hot bath or can be soothing, but usually it just makes the fever worse, increases dizziness and then you stumble, fall backwards out of the tub, pull the shower curtain down knock the rod loose, crack your head on the porcelain thrown... I'm sure it has happened to everyone, right!? And then to make matters worse, when you are still reeling from the head hitting the toilet bit the rod comes down on you too.
I think the fever made me lose my train of thought there for a bit. As I was saying, for me, sickness craves solitude. Have you any idea how difficult it is to be solitary in a tiny space with five people in it? Does anyone have air miles burning a hole in their pocket and want to spend them on a nice little B&B in Victoria for me?
Michael ended up teaching by himself today. Poor guy! Although I got out of teaching today (read: was sent to bed for extreme grouchiness) my day was far from a walk in the park. I have an unusual symptom with this cold. My butt hurts. It really really hurts. It hurts in the bones! It hurts to sit, to lay on my back, to lean on it when laying on my side. What, pray tell is wrong with my butt?
Is it as my dad has said all along? Could it be? Say it ain't so! Am I a pain in the butt?
I think the fever made me lose my train of thought there for a bit. As I was saying, for me, sickness craves solitude. Have you any idea how difficult it is to be solitary in a tiny space with five people in it? Does anyone have air miles burning a hole in their pocket and want to spend them on a nice little B&B in Victoria for me?
Michael ended up teaching by himself today. Poor guy! Although I got out of teaching today (read: was sent to bed for extreme grouchiness) my day was far from a walk in the park. I have an unusual symptom with this cold. My butt hurts. It really really hurts. It hurts in the bones! It hurts to sit, to lay on my back, to lean on it when laying on my side. What, pray tell is wrong with my butt?
Is it as my dad has said all along? Could it be? Say it ain't so! Am I a pain in the butt?
Friday, September 12, 2008
Job Opening- Start Immediately-No Pay-No Benefits!
So after nine days of home school, I have come to an important realization. It is a very good thing that I dropped out of University after a halfhearted attempt to become a teacher. I am a very good Hairstylist. Teacher...not so much.
Perhaps it comes from trying to teach my own children. Maybe I would do better with other people's children. This statement, although, raises the question: Who would want their children to be my guinea pigs?
People keep telling me that the first six weeks of home school are the hardest. SIX WEEKS! You have got to be kidding me! This is not going to get better for SIX WEEKS! The next person to tell me this MAY experience the violent side of Tina!
I wonder if it would be too disruptive for the kids to be enrolled in schools for two week time periods? Maybe.
All of these thoughts have led me to believe that it is time to post a job offer.
WANTED:
Person to Home School my Three Lovely Children
The successful applicant (hereafter known as Sucker) will:
- Be exceedingly patient. Sucker will not be prone to outbursts even after Sucker has said "The answer is "c". Say "c" and the child says "b".
-Be able to successfully school my three children in 3 hours or less every week day. Sucker will not come to me for help and will not need to assign homework because everything will be done in class. This frees up my afternoons to be able to have fun time with the kiddies.
-Not mind feeding the children their breakfast. This allows me to catch up on much needed sleep as I will be exhausted from all of the fun afternoons. Sucker will also provide a healthy and tasty lunch on days that end in "ay".
-Not live with us, travel with us, eat with us or interact much with us at all. Sucker will not be paid for this job but will do it willingly.
Interested applicants need not apply. You are hired! Just come and join us on the road and start your duties immediately...PLEASE!
Perhaps it comes from trying to teach my own children. Maybe I would do better with other people's children. This statement, although, raises the question: Who would want their children to be my guinea pigs?
People keep telling me that the first six weeks of home school are the hardest. SIX WEEKS! You have got to be kidding me! This is not going to get better for SIX WEEKS! The next person to tell me this MAY experience the violent side of Tina!
I wonder if it would be too disruptive for the kids to be enrolled in schools for two week time periods? Maybe.
All of these thoughts have led me to believe that it is time to post a job offer.
WANTED:
Person to Home School my Three Lovely Children
The successful applicant (hereafter known as Sucker) will:
- Be exceedingly patient. Sucker will not be prone to outbursts even after Sucker has said "The answer is "c". Say "c" and the child says "b".
-Be able to successfully school my three children in 3 hours or less every week day. Sucker will not come to me for help and will not need to assign homework because everything will be done in class. This frees up my afternoons to be able to have fun time with the kiddies.
-Not mind feeding the children their breakfast. This allows me to catch up on much needed sleep as I will be exhausted from all of the fun afternoons. Sucker will also provide a healthy and tasty lunch on days that end in "ay".
-Not live with us, travel with us, eat with us or interact much with us at all. Sucker will not be paid for this job but will do it willingly.
Interested applicants need not apply. You are hired! Just come and join us on the road and start your duties immediately...PLEASE!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Only In British Columbia
Strange things happen in BC. I don’t know if I should be shocked by this, but I kinda am. It started out in
Yesterday, we went to White Rock. It is near
A few days ago we went to Port Roberts for our first foray into the states. While there, we were enthusiastically welcomed by a large group of home schoolers who were camping there to celebrate not going back to school. They mistakenly thought that we were camping with them. They were very very friendly and we kinda wished we were camping there. While at that beach, Abby got very excited because she thought that she could see a sea turtle. Then she decided it must be a dog. When Matt and I finally figured out what she was looking at we realized that it was a seal hanging out on the dock. My poor
But the icing on the BC weirdness cake has to be the group that we are currently camped beside in Langford on
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Highs and Lows in Vancouver
Cool Things I Saw Today
1. Krispy Kreme Donuts. We had never been to one before and were very excited to see and try a famous Krispy Kreme Donut. Yeah....it's a donut. I enjoyed my Timmies cookie much more.
2. My Uncle Fred and Aunt Helen. He is my Grandma T's twin, or womb-mate as I like to call him. They are really interesting people with a great home in Boundary Bay about two blocks from the ocean. We went there for supper...sorry....dinner tonight and had a great time. Their house is filled with beautiful antiques and lots of little nik naks from their world travels.
3. The Ocean! I know it is probably not cool to be as impressed with the ocean as I am, but that's the way it is folks. I get a thrill whenever I see it!
4. A jelly fish! ok....so it was dead on the sand, but it was a first for me anyways! I totally
felt it too! It felt just like I have always thought it would. Like a huge gummy bear. I did not lick it, so I can't say if it tasted like one or not, but I would suspect not.
5. A Family of Raccoons! They ran across the road in front of the truck! I LOVE raccoons! One year when I was a kid, my Grandpa shot a raccoon that was hanging around his barn. About a week later, I was in the barn with the hired man's kids and we heard a noise and looked around and there was about five or six staggering little raccoons coming out of one of the abandoned stalls. It was so sad. I wanted to keep one as a pet and my mom later said that she would have let me, but Grandpa killed them all. I guess that being a farmer you don't want to encourage pests, but I have always found them to be fascinating creatures. My friends and I took the babies out into the back pasture and gave them a Christian Burial.
Not So Cool Things I Saw Today
1. The Photocopier At Staples. I stared at it for what felt like hours as we photocopied stacks and stacks of home school stuff. It was really boring and tedious and most of the kids hated it. Andrew had fun because he got to use a paper cutter.
2. The Jelly Fish Ripping in Half. Not so much a sight thing but a texture thing. I had it held up on a stick so that Andrew could take pictures and it just pulled apart from the weight. I could feel the flesh ripping apart. Still makes me queasy.
3. Blood Pouring Out of Abby's Mouth. She somehow smashed her face into a new stool that we bought while she was putting it away and put her teeth through her lip. It is terribly swollen and very difficult for her to talk. She tore the leather like top of the stool as well and I am pretty sure she will lose the tooth which is OK because it was one of the top baby ones that she would be losing soon anyway.
4. My Baby Getting Stitches in Her Mouth. OK...one stitch, but it was traumatic for me. She was a little trouper, and I may have promised her a new Hannah Montana outfit for being so brave. I hate it so much when the kids are hurt.. I wish it would just happen to me instead. I am so much more experienced at it.
1. Krispy Kreme Donuts. We had never been to one before and were very excited to see and try a famous Krispy Kreme Donut. Yeah....it's a donut. I enjoyed my Timmies cookie much more.
2. My Uncle Fred and Aunt Helen. He is my Grandma T's twin, or womb-mate as I like to call him. They are really interesting people with a great home in Boundary Bay about two blocks from the ocean. We went there for supper...sorry....dinner tonight and had a great time. Their house is filled with beautiful antiques and lots of little nik naks from their world travels.
3. The Ocean! I know it is probably not cool to be as impressed with the ocean as I am, but that's the way it is folks. I get a thrill whenever I see it!
4. A jelly fish! ok....so it was dead on the sand, but it was a first for me anyways! I totally
felt it too! It felt just like I have always thought it would. Like a huge gummy bear. I did not lick it, so I can't say if it tasted like one or not, but I would suspect not.
5. A Family of Raccoons! They ran across the road in front of the truck! I LOVE raccoons! One year when I was a kid, my Grandpa shot a raccoon that was hanging around his barn. About a week later, I was in the barn with the hired man's kids and we heard a noise and looked around and there was about five or six staggering little raccoons coming out of one of the abandoned stalls. It was so sad. I wanted to keep one as a pet and my mom later said that she would have let me, but Grandpa killed them all. I guess that being a farmer you don't want to encourage pests, but I have always found them to be fascinating creatures. My friends and I took the babies out into the back pasture and gave them a Christian Burial.
Not So Cool Things I Saw Today
1. The Photocopier At Staples. I stared at it for what felt like hours as we photocopied stacks and stacks of home school stuff. It was really boring and tedious and most of the kids hated it. Andrew had fun because he got to use a paper cutter.
2. The Jelly Fish Ripping in Half. Not so much a sight thing but a texture thing. I had it held up on a stick so that Andrew could take pictures and it just pulled apart from the weight. I could feel the flesh ripping apart. Still makes me queasy.
3. Blood Pouring Out of Abby's Mouth. She somehow smashed her face into a new stool that we bought while she was putting it away and put her teeth through her lip. It is terribly swollen and very difficult for her to talk. She tore the leather like top of the stool as well and I am pretty sure she will lose the tooth which is OK because it was one of the top baby ones that she would be losing soon anyway.
4. My Baby Getting Stitches in Her Mouth. OK...one stitch, but it was traumatic for me. She was a little trouper, and I may have promised her a new Hannah Montana outfit for being so brave. I hate it so much when the kids are hurt.. I wish it would just happen to me instead. I am so much more experienced at it.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Idiot Day Update
Apparently I am more of an Idiot Day participant than I had intended to be. We went to church on Sunday, settled in, turned around to see the lay of the land noticed that in the very back seat of the church was the guy that I fought with at the KOA. OOPS. I felt a wee bit sheepish.
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Day For Idiocy
Little did I realize, this morning, when I awoke in Cochrane that it was National Idiots Day. The only thing I can think of to excuse myself is that I have a
To start off, Michael wouldn’t let me take the scenic route from Cochrane to
Then the crawl through the zone began. And I do mean crawl. Except for those few that had remembered to celebrate Idiot Day. They zipped past everyone and then expected to cut in line way up ahead. Man, I hate it when people do that. So I started straddling the centre line so people couldn’t get past. Fixed their little red wagon. I then noticed that the semi in front of me had been doing this strange swerving thing ever since I had been in behind him. He would go all the way to the centre, all the way to the side, all the way to the centre, all the way to the….you get the picture. I actually laughed for a while, because I thought he was just bored and trying to entertain himself. Shortly after we got going highway speed again it began to scare me a bit because he wasn’t stopping, so I pulled out and passed. This is when we realized that we had been following the Grand Marshal of the Idiots Day Parade! He was writing in his log book while driving a SEMI!!!
At our next pee break we popped into the camper to survey the damages. When we travel, the kids toy chests go into the kitchen and get bungee chorded to the pantry doors. For small breaking experiences and little hills this works well. However, when trying to avoid hitting semi trucks, it does not. Bungee chord is really, really stretchy. In case you were wondering, it does stretch enough to allow two toy chests of massive proportions to fall over and spill the drawers and contents of said toy chest all over a fairly large kitchen while taking out an 18L water bottle, garbage can and ladies bicycle in the process and still remain bungeed to the pantry. Impressive! And again, in case you were wondering, half a cup of sugar, with the right momentum CAN sift right between the cracks in a cabinet and cover a surprising area of said kitchen. This is when I decided to get in the spirit of Idiot Day and dragged out my vacuum on the side of the road to vacuum up the sugar. If you can’t figure out why that was an exercise in idiocy, Happy Idiots Day to you too!
Before we set out we had decided to stop in Golden for lunch, but on pulling into the town we saw a FasGas so we decided to pull in and fill up. Or rather, Michael decided and I pulled in. He is all about the Litre Log at the moment. So I pulled in and immediately started having trailer issues so Michael hopped out to direct me in. This was after waiting the ten minutes for the two diesels in front of us to get filled. As I started to pull forward, a guy pulled in to the other side, not close enough that he could actually get to the pump that he needed, but far enough in that I could not move without crunching him. Let me just say, the temptation was great. Michael went over and kindly asked him to move so that we could get through, but he refused, twice, because he didn’t want to lose his spot in line. Really? Neither did we! So there was a dude with a Harley in front of him whose wife was on the other side of the pumps. The guy in the car asked Harley to move because he was just standing there discussing things with his wife, and the wife went up one side and down the other about just waiting and they would be out when they were ready. So he put on his chaps and he snapped up his jacket, and he fiddled around in his trunk thingy and he put on his Harley bandana, and he unsnapped his jacket and he cleaned his sunglasses and he re-snapped his jacket with bandanna inside and finally was ready to go. The whole performance took at least fifteen minutes. Just as we were thinking the guy was about to get on his bike, a van whips around and backs in in front of us. Everyone layed on their horns, the van squealed out, and the Harley driver left.
By now we were all a little stressed and decided that we should call and make a reservation at a campsite so that there would be no surprises once we got to Revelstoke. I called the KOA since we have stayed there before and really liked it. Their reservation system was down but the guy answering phones assured me that he had hi-lighted me on their map and that I would get a 30 amp full service site. He didn’t want to write down my name or take my credit card info, but I finally convinced him to at least write my name down. It did no good. We got to Revelstoke, wound our way down, down, down into the campsite and went in to register. They had no record of our call and did not even believe that I had called. There was a very long and angry confrontation before we stormed out…and by stormed out I of course mean slowly drove out…of the KOA. The lady at the Lamplighter had no room but told us to go to the Canada West RV PARK where “he doesn’t answer the phone but almost always has room.” So we went there and found a sign that said “We’re open but not in the office. I’m out back working so come and find me.” You know what’s “out back”? Mountains. Mountains and bears. Well, we looked, but we did not find, and then another camper said that the owner would want us to just find a place and then let him know later. There was a huge gong show with tying to back the trailer in between the pines, but we are now settled in, pizza’d up, and climbing into bed. We also have a pool at this campground, so the kids are very happy.
I will however be making a recommendation to my Member of Parliament that they issue a travel advisory next year if this whole Idiot Day thing goes national.
Monday, August 4, 2008
You can take the girl out of PA....
Today we moved again. We have left Red Deer and our good friends the Relkov's behind and our new address is the Hoodoo RV Resort in Drumheller. It was great to see Bob and Ali again and really hard to leave. We did leave them some blue bunnies to remember us by, so it's all good. Five years melted away and we caught right back up and had a great time. About half of the time, Abby and Becca were best friends, and the other half of the time they were youngest sibling six year olds which translates into screaming banshees.
Michael and I fought the whole way to Drumheller over stupid stuff. I guess it is bound to happen, but it still sucks. We are almost at six weeks full time on the road now. This is our first stop where we are not visiting friends or family and it actually feels like a bit of a vacation. We went wading in the river today. Tomorrow we will explore some more. We plan to go to the Dinosaur Museum at some point this week. After here we head back to the Red Deer area to Erskine to visit with the Hall's. Why the backtracking? I don't remember. It made sense at the time, but not so much anymore. I think I am just bitter about the crappy drive here today.
Michael is setting up the projector outside for our first open air movie of the year. Abby has a couple of friends coming to watch with her and hopefully there will be more that show up. The girls that she is playing with were being super nasty to her a while ago and she came home sobbing. Silly girls....you don't mess with the mama bear's baby! I lost it and stomped over to the playground. They quickly came over apologizing. Michael looked at me quizzically and said "Did you go over there and open up a can or what?" I just smiled and said "Well, you can take the girl out of PA, but you can't take the PA out of the girl!"
Michael and I fought the whole way to Drumheller over stupid stuff. I guess it is bound to happen, but it still sucks. We are almost at six weeks full time on the road now. This is our first stop where we are not visiting friends or family and it actually feels like a bit of a vacation. We went wading in the river today. Tomorrow we will explore some more. We plan to go to the Dinosaur Museum at some point this week. After here we head back to the Red Deer area to Erskine to visit with the Hall's. Why the backtracking? I don't remember. It made sense at the time, but not so much anymore. I think I am just bitter about the crappy drive here today.
Michael is setting up the projector outside for our first open air movie of the year. Abby has a couple of friends coming to watch with her and hopefully there will be more that show up. The girls that she is playing with were being super nasty to her a while ago and she came home sobbing. Silly girls....you don't mess with the mama bear's baby! I lost it and stomped over to the playground. They quickly came over apologizing. Michael looked at me quizzically and said "Did you go over there and open up a can or what?" I just smiled and said "Well, you can take the girl out of PA, but you can't take the PA out of the girl!"
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
BFF Y'all!
Hey y'all!
That's right...been hanging out with Americans again. Did you know that y'all is a singular usage and all y'all is the plural. I'm not sure about the grammatical ramifications here, but that's the way it is!
We are in Edmonton in a postage stamp sized lot in an RV park here. It is INSANELY small. I actually cried when I looked at it. Thank God for great neighbours who stepped up to the plate and backed the camper in for us. We were supposed to have a pull through spot but I was informed when we got here that they do not give pull through's to rigs as small as ours. That's right...32 feet is considered small here. OK. There were a host of other problems as well. I am pretty proud of myself for not actually going over the counter. It was close.
We are hanging out at Dover Court Baptist Church this week doing a VBS. Michael is in the Kindergarten class, and I am in crafts. We are so blessed to be able to work in the areas that we like the best and we did not even plan it that way...we just filled in where there was a need. I'm sure that God just knew where we needed to be and kept those classes short handed so we could help there. It is going really well.
There are actually four other couples that we have been able to visit with that we went to Seminary with: Tina and Guido; Ralph and Donna; Nathan and DinDin, and James and Betty. We have not actually seen Betty yet, but we are hoping to on Sunday. They own an African kiosk in WEM now! It is great to reconnect with some old friends and look forward to seeing others. We know for sure that we will be seeing Bob and Ali next week and my heart is leaping for joy over that. I have really missed Ali. She is one of those people that really "get" me....sad but true and I have woken up with tears on my face after dreaming of her and missing her several times over the last few years. We are also hoping to hook up with Jason and Leigh and Kelly and Jodi.
Speaking of people who "get" me... can't wait for this weekend when we get to be with Ruth and Kevin. Ruth is one of my BFF from high school and beyond! We can fight and make up faster than any other relationship I have I think and I love her love her love her! We have some special shopping to do, too!
All of this friend talk really reminds me of how much I love all of my girls! There are so many different friendships and different times in a girls life and I think that each one plays such a significant part. All the BFF's....sister, mom, high school, PA early years, PA later years, seminary, Slave Lake, hairstylist, church, and others, too! I can't wait till heaven when all of the BFF's in my life can get together and hang out for a millennium or two! We can do hair, laugh, drink coffee, laugh, cry, laugh.....I really love you and miss you all! I raise my mug to all my BFF's out there! You know who you are!
That's right...been hanging out with Americans again. Did you know that y'all is a singular usage and all y'all is the plural. I'm not sure about the grammatical ramifications here, but that's the way it is!
We are in Edmonton in a postage stamp sized lot in an RV park here. It is INSANELY small. I actually cried when I looked at it. Thank God for great neighbours who stepped up to the plate and backed the camper in for us. We were supposed to have a pull through spot but I was informed when we got here that they do not give pull through's to rigs as small as ours. That's right...32 feet is considered small here. OK. There were a host of other problems as well. I am pretty proud of myself for not actually going over the counter. It was close.
We are hanging out at Dover Court Baptist Church this week doing a VBS. Michael is in the Kindergarten class, and I am in crafts. We are so blessed to be able to work in the areas that we like the best and we did not even plan it that way...we just filled in where there was a need. I'm sure that God just knew where we needed to be and kept those classes short handed so we could help there. It is going really well.
There are actually four other couples that we have been able to visit with that we went to Seminary with: Tina and Guido; Ralph and Donna; Nathan and DinDin, and James and Betty. We have not actually seen Betty yet, but we are hoping to on Sunday. They own an African kiosk in WEM now! It is great to reconnect with some old friends and look forward to seeing others. We know for sure that we will be seeing Bob and Ali next week and my heart is leaping for joy over that. I have really missed Ali. She is one of those people that really "get" me....sad but true and I have woken up with tears on my face after dreaming of her and missing her several times over the last few years. We are also hoping to hook up with Jason and Leigh and Kelly and Jodi.
Speaking of people who "get" me... can't wait for this weekend when we get to be with Ruth and Kevin. Ruth is one of my BFF from high school and beyond! We can fight and make up faster than any other relationship I have I think and I love her love her love her! We have some special shopping to do, too!
All of this friend talk really reminds me of how much I love all of my girls! There are so many different friendships and different times in a girls life and I think that each one plays such a significant part. All the BFF's....sister, mom, high school, PA early years, PA later years, seminary, Slave Lake, hairstylist, church, and others, too! I can't wait till heaven when all of the BFF's in my life can get together and hang out for a millennium or two! We can do hair, laugh, drink coffee, laugh, cry, laugh.....I really love you and miss you all! I raise my mug to all my BFF's out there! You know who you are!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Lycra: Modern Day Miracle or Medieval Torture Device
I just blogged about 30 minutes ago, but I got dressed and now I need to add to it. I am utterly physically exhausted! Reason: SPANX. What are Spanx you ask? Well, since you must have been buried under a roc for the last two years or so, I will explain. Spanx = modern day girdle. They are a wonderful slimming invention that smash the muffin tops into submission and are pretty much guaranteed to take off a full size. However…it is a full workout to get into them.
I bought the Spanx yesterday for the wedding. I figured I should break them in today at the rehearsal. I was totally excited and woke up several times in the night thinking about how nice my new brown dress was going to look with my fancy new undergarment. They had a bucketful of “try on Spanx” in the store yesterday and it was love at first squeeze. The saleslady raved about how trim and smooth I looked. I asked her if there were any special laundering instructions and she said to hand wash but not to worry because there would be a booklet of instructions including the proper way to put them on in my package. For $45 I should hope so. However…when I got them out of the package, there was no handy booklet. Whatever…”how hard could it be” flitted through my mind. I thought back to the helpful sales lady….just roll them on, ease them up, and tuck it under your bra strap all around. That last part actually made a lot of sense to me. As a veteran control top hose wearer, I am all to familiar with the feeling akin to a roll top blind taking off uncontrollably down my belly and the blubber spillage that accompanies it, so you don’t have to tell me twice to tuck it into my bra…hats off to the woman that thought of that!
One of the defining features of the Spanx is that it gets rid of VPL (visible panty line) so I have already figured out that you don’t wear underwear with it. Fortunately, they build in a trapdoor so that when nature calls without all of the rigmarole associated with putting the crazy things on. I do feel slightly breezy and a bit like my sister at the moment though. I just know that I will end up peeing on them, too!
Back to the getting dressed. I started with my left leg as per normal. Then I started looking for the right leg. It was pressed up tight against the right. I managed to pry it away and get my leg up high enough to get it in the hole only to realize that the handy trapdoor is a tricky beast and can look amazingly like a leg hole. When I did manage to get my legs heading through the right holes I then had to manage to get the Spanx up my torso. I quickly deduced that the ones in the store had obviously been tried on by numerous other women before me. They were relatively easy to get on. These however were not. They got stuck. Really stuck. In trying to get my fingers under the un-band I think that I poked right through my tender belly skin. Eventually, I did get them up partway, but the crotch was still down around my knees and the un-band barely reached my navel. So I started inching them up. I managed to get them all the way up but they were all twisted and that was really awkward. Picture me, in my
Anyway, by the time I got them tucked into my bra band I could barely breathe and was so sweaty I should have headed back to the shower. Not gonna happen. Now that I am in this modern day lycra miracle I’m not sure I’m ever coming out. Cause lemme tell ya…totally smooth, at least one size smaller, no VPL and worth every grunt and dime!
Gypsies LOVE Free Internet at Campsites
What a treat! Our Saskatoon campsite has FREE WI-FI!! (What does the FI mean anyways? Mike McDonald...I know you have the answer for me!) Unfortunately, this means that Michael is totally involved with his mistress, Ms. Web again, but all in all I am happy. It is great to be able to connect again.
Speaking of our new campsite, we have learned a valuable lesson. Campsites built on major highways should be avoided! Yikes! They might as well just put them in between the lanes for all the quiet and solitude they offer. Those big trucks sound like they are going right through our living room. Trust me when I say there is not room for them to do that!
We have spent alot of time with Laura and Paul Bunyan since we got here. It has been really nice. It was good to get out of Tisdale. There is a reason that God has not sent us there to live. I am pretty sure that we would not be married anymore if we had to live that close to the in-laws. It is a real strain on a marriage...that much family togetherness! I had thought about taking the kids to the Forestry Centre today to see the Bengal Tiger, but time is getting away on us and I still need to do some more practicing. Practicing...that's a whole other ball of wax too! On Wednesday morning, my sister called me and said that the only time she could get together with the piano player for Cassie and Jerrod's wedding to practice the two songs that she is singing was at the rehearsal on Friday and she works! Then she says, "I plan to tell her that Gypsies don't work and that you can sing instead." So, long story short, the Gypsy has graduated from funeral singer to wedding singer. One song I have no problem with: Inside Your Heaven by Carrie Underwood, but the other one is "Lost In The Moment" by Big and Rich. I had never even heard the song before, but am well acquainted now! I hope that it goes OK. After the rehearsal this afternoon there is a family vs family ball game. Should be interesting. I'm not yet sure if Gypsies play ball or cheer from the sidelines. One thing I AM sure of though is that Gypsies need to avoid injury! Laura bought us a tambourine to take on The Amazing Adventure with us. Now all I need is a long flowy skirt and the hoop earrings. I guess some bells for my ankles wouldn't hurt either.
Michael thinks the fuel injectors on the truck are acting up again, so it looks like we need to go and spend some time at SMP. This is very very frustrating. It is not easy for me to hold my temper in check at moments like those. I do not enjoy being Lost In The Moment with mechanics that have already had 18 tries at fixing our truck!
So...I guess it's time to get to work. I should probably go and wash the stink off me too. The showers in this place look really nice. Especially compared to some that we have seen so far...but that is a whole other blog! Leave me a message! Gypsies miss their friends!
Speaking of our new campsite, we have learned a valuable lesson. Campsites built on major highways should be avoided! Yikes! They might as well just put them in between the lanes for all the quiet and solitude they offer. Those big trucks sound like they are going right through our living room. Trust me when I say there is not room for them to do that!
We have spent alot of time with Laura and Paul Bunyan since we got here. It has been really nice. It was good to get out of Tisdale. There is a reason that God has not sent us there to live. I am pretty sure that we would not be married anymore if we had to live that close to the in-laws. It is a real strain on a marriage...that much family togetherness! I had thought about taking the kids to the Forestry Centre today to see the Bengal Tiger, but time is getting away on us and I still need to do some more practicing. Practicing...that's a whole other ball of wax too! On Wednesday morning, my sister called me and said that the only time she could get together with the piano player for Cassie and Jerrod's wedding to practice the two songs that she is singing was at the rehearsal on Friday and she works! Then she says, "I plan to tell her that Gypsies don't work and that you can sing instead." So, long story short, the Gypsy has graduated from funeral singer to wedding singer. One song I have no problem with: Inside Your Heaven by Carrie Underwood, but the other one is "Lost In The Moment" by Big and Rich. I had never even heard the song before, but am well acquainted now! I hope that it goes OK. After the rehearsal this afternoon there is a family vs family ball game. Should be interesting. I'm not yet sure if Gypsies play ball or cheer from the sidelines. One thing I AM sure of though is that Gypsies need to avoid injury! Laura bought us a tambourine to take on The Amazing Adventure with us. Now all I need is a long flowy skirt and the hoop earrings. I guess some bells for my ankles wouldn't hurt either.
Michael thinks the fuel injectors on the truck are acting up again, so it looks like we need to go and spend some time at SMP. This is very very frustrating. It is not easy for me to hold my temper in check at moments like those. I do not enjoy being Lost In The Moment with mechanics that have already had 18 tries at fixing our truck!
So...I guess it's time to get to work. I should probably go and wash the stink off me too. The showers in this place look really nice. Especially compared to some that we have seen so far...but that is a whole other blog! Leave me a message! Gypsies miss their friends!
Monday, July 7, 2008
Tina's Private Internet Cafe
How does one injure both the front and back of their heads at the same time?
I am so glad you asked. I, of course, have an answer. While I was lying in bed this morning, listening to the rain and contemplating life, Michael made some type of smart alecky comment. Normally, being that I am so even tempered and calm, I would just let it slide, but this morning I felt particularly feisty, and I sprang into action. I should preface this by saying that about two and a half feet above our bed, there is an overhanging storage compartment, and you will begin to see why “springing” is a poor choice. Anyways, I sprang, Michael tickled me, I sat up really quickly and cracked the backside of my noggin on the overhang and then the force drove me back down to smash my forehead into one of the corners on his thick German skull. I don’t remember putting stars on the ceiling of the camper, but I sure saw them a few minutes ago. The moral of this story is that people should not pick on me before I am out of bed and have some coffee into me. I bet you thought it was something about controlling my temper and not reacting violently. You thought wrong.
Michael preached at my parents’ church yesterday. It was good. He gets better every time. He is off to speak at the Day Camp again today. The kids are going with him. He had planned to rake his mother’s yard today, but the rain is putting a bit of a damper on that. Get it….damper!
We have one week left in Tisdale. I was telling a group of people yesterday about my experience with the internet café. I did not realize that it is the place for rendezvousing after committing crime in Tisdale! Apparently, after the smarty robbed the bank a couple of years ago, that is where he met up with the getaway car. Had I known that, I would have taken a photo. If ever Tisdale comes up with a town tour, I would suggest that it be put on the list; maybe right after the giant honeybee and billboard of Brent Butt’s face. This bank robber was not actually one of the sharpest cookies in the jar. He waited till he was right in front of the security cameras in the bank and then he put on his mask. So much for anonymity.
I think that I am going to create my own internet café now. With careful deduction we have cracked the wireless internet password for a place that is close to our campground. I think that if I go to 7-11, I might be close enough to it to log on. (it won’t work from the camper.) Follow my thought process now… sev sells coffee and has a “dining in” section... I may be able to establish a network there… we are super sleuths and have cracked the elusive five character password… INTERNET CAFÉ a la Tina!
Well…that didn’t work, but I am now parked on the side of a street with a takeout coffee and a bagle… so what… my internet café is in my truck!
Friday, July 4, 2008
The internet cafe.....?
Here I sit in the internet café in Tisdale. I did not capitalize that because I use the term very loosely. I came in and asked for a hook-up and a cuppa and he pointed me to a desk facing a wall and said he had no coffee. Strangely, he did not offer to make any either. I guess by bottomless cup for $1 is topless as well.
We are nicely settled in the campground now. We did our first septic dump yesterday and there were no “RV” moments, so WHEW! We did switch campsites though. We kept blowing the breaker because we did not have an rv extension cord and the run of the mill cord does not carry enough juice to power our rig. Nice use of the camping terminology, eh!
Laura and Paul Bunyan were up here for a couple of days. He is very huggy. Grrr. And to add insult to injury, my loving sister mentioned how much I LOVE to be touched. Now I seem to have him draped on me fairly often. Oh well…I still like him.
We had some drama on our first day here. There were some people with their truck in our spot. The campground lady asked them to move and they went all early teen on her, the air was blue with cursing and they ended up leaving. They peeled out of the campsite with rocks flying and in a cloud of dust. They were also “waving” vigorously. It was nice. I felt all warm and cosy inside.
Well…as much as the wonderful coffee is tempting me to stay, I think that it is time for myself and the tisdale internet café to part ways. Keep in touch!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Goodbye Prince Albert!
Today was a very busy day. I am sitting in the camper typing this. I have no internet connection, which is weird, because I had one yesterday in this same spot. As a result, I don’t know if I will get this posted tonight or not. I suppose that I could run into the house and connect, but I am totally pooped and don’t know if I will be able to summon the energy.
Everything is now out of the house. In one hour and sixteen minutes, we will no longer own a home that cannot be connected to a truck and driven away. We have a list of things a mile long to do in the morning, but thankfully, packing is not one of them! After going to the dollar store, city hall, the lawyers, SaskTel and Tim Horton’s, we will be on the road to Tisdale. The van has still not sold, so I will be driving it and Michael will be driving the truck. We will both be towing and it has been a long, long time since I have towed anything so I am a little nervous. Dad will come into Tisdale with us and get us set up for the first time with water and a working toilet. Maybe tomorrow will be the day that something other than coffee gets cooked in here!
So, this afternoon we went over to Andrea’s house. We promised her AGES ago that before we left town, Michael would put baseboards in her salon. While Michael and Lanny cut and pasted…I mean nailed, Andrea and I played in the yard with the kids. There were two pools and a big sprinkler going and we all had a lot of fun. Then, as we were sitting around on the deck in walk the Stenske’s…and then the Banman’s and Charity, and Jeri,
Last night Laura and Paul Bunyan came up to visit and say goodbye to the house. OK…so it was hello for Ryan since he had never been before, but goodbye for Laura. She and I transferred our growth chart that we had on the wall onto a 1X2 that I had sanded and stained earlier. I think that is going to be my new baby shower gift. I love to have a nice growth chart on the wall, but paper gets ripped, so I always mark right on the wall. The unfortunate thing is that we end up moving and it gets left behind. So now, I am going to have one that I can take everywhere. I made it the same height as a door frame, so it will blend in. It was truly the one thing that was bothering me to leave behind. (Paul Bunyan is Laura’s new squeeze. His real name is Ryan, but he is a powerhouse, so I have dubbed him Paul Bunyan. For some reason, although I HATE shortening people’s names, I occasionally really like a person directly on meeting them and they get a nickname that sticks in my mind. We really like Ryan!)
I think the kids are finally starting to understand that we are leaving here and not coming back. The boys were getting it before, but it really sunk in for Abby in the last two days. She cried a lot of the way home tonight because she wasn’t going to get to see Hanna for a long time. My poor babies. I wanted so badly to move from my hometown when I was a kid, and now I am scared that my kids will resent being moved around so much. Maybe the next town will be the last for a good long while. We’ll see.
Sorry to disappoint on the entertainment end of things tonight. I am feeling rather melancholy and just wanted to chat, not entertain. The next blog will be fun…I promise!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Last days, Spaghetti Cat and Defeatist Fire Pits
Today, we had a birthday party for Matthew. We met out at the park and had a wiener roast, played games, and just fooled around really. Matt got some great gifts and had a wonderful time. I stink like campfire. That is what happens when you end up roasting 12 hotdogs all at the same time while the smoke clogs around your head! We remembered AFTER we started trying to make fire that this particular type of fire pit (the round deep ones) hates to have fire made in it and will violently protest any attempts. It spewed smoke with great passion and I think maybe even had underground sprinklers imbedded in it to thwart our efforts. Eventually, we just wadded up a bunch of paper and roasted hot dogs over it. As soon as we were done with the roasting portion of the party, the fire caught nicely and was still going along when we left. We had, of course, not brought any water, so we were unable to douse it. None of the boys would pee on it for me, and I learned the hard way last time I tried, that it does not work for girls to pee on fires. Just kidding, but it does make the story much funnier to say that. My Grandpa always said you can tell a story a hundred different ways before you ever tell a lie.
After we got home, I got a call from Bonnie saying that she was just about ready to come and pick up Nessee. So, we gathered her up, took our last photos, and said our goodbyes and tried to get her into the cat carrier. I think this was her third ride in it, so picture trying to put cooked spaghetti into a straw and that’s about how it went. Maybe add squirming to the mix…yup…squirming cooked spaghetti pretty much sums it up. Oh! And biting and scratching and hissing. So think squirming, biting, scratching, hissing cooked spaghetti being pushed through a bendy juice box straw. It was interesting. It would have been funnier if not for the melting down children. Matt cried and cried and cried! He thinks he will have nightmares now because he can’t sleep without 
On the upside, I got my new ring this weekend! It is sooooo pretty! They gave it to me along with a three year protection plan. Michael says I should take a pic and post it. We will see. I don’t know if I’m ready to take this blog to the photo level yet.
Obviously, I have decided that I am ready!
I had my busiest day ever at my salon on Friday, which was my last day. It was Carleton’s grad, so there were a few updo’s, which I love love love doing. It was a good last day. The whole starting at
Our panic inducing news for the week is that we might not be able to get a U-Haul truck. Michael tells me to stop thinking about it, but that is easier said than done. He might as well tell me to stop growing hair or producing saliva. It seems to just come naturally for me. Please pray that we get a truck. We can do it with trucks and trailers, but what a lot of trips that will have to be. I REALLY do not want to move the whole house with trailers.
We are off to the Stenske’s for supper tonight. MMM…stir-fry!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Glitter Part Deux, Pocket Knives, and the Magic of KFC
On Thursday night I got a call from Ben Moss saying that my unfixable ring was back in the store and that I could come and pick it up anytime. I was not terribly excited about this because I was choked that no-one would even try to fix the ring. Worst case scenario I figured was that it would break and I would be out a ring. Not really an issue since I can’t wear it the way it is anyway.
On Friday, Abby and I went into the store to pick it up and they handed me a crushed and mangled tangle of white gold and diamonds. My immediate response was “What the @$%% happened to my ring?!” The brainwave behind the counter had the poor sense to say “Oh, it wasn’t like this when you brought it in?” Since I hadn’t taken it out to the farm and run over it with the harrow bars, no, indeed it wasn’t. But, since you can’t fix stupid and it is rarely worth the effort to try, I gritted my teeth and said “No, it was fine when I dropped it off.” She called in the manager and his jaw literally dropped. He claims to have never seen anything come back from shipping looking like that.
He pulled out his loupe and started examining the ring and came to the same conclusion that I had already reached: the ring is irreparably compromised. He said “I just don’t know what we are going to do, but suffice it to say that you are not getting the ring back today.”
So I said to him, “You could just trade me for the blue and green one that I was admiring.”
He said he would make a call.
Later that afternoon, he called me back and informed me that the ring is now mine along with a free sizing and three year protection plan. YAY!! You remember this is the white gold with marquis blue topaz and peridot stones that I started my love affair with last week? So now, instead of a beautiful but un-wearable and un-sizable ring that was totally bumming me out, I have a pretty, sparkly, new bit of bling! Double yay!
This year’s street fair was great! It made me sad to be leaving though, when I realized how many people in PA that I actually know now. When we first got there it seemed like I couldn’t go two steps without hugging someone. Same kind of thing happened last night when we went to ask Ray across the street a question and he dragged us inside and we sat and had a great visit with him and Shirley. Why were we not out visiting with our neighbours years ago? Dang cable! I think it is the downfall of society. There is something wrong when you spend more time looking at the face of Horatio Cane that you do at that of your neighbours!
The boys went with Paula out to Living Waters camp for their GAT (God’s Agents in Training) program windup today. For some reason, they were given pocket knives. Now, I’m not casting any blame here, just mentioning that given MY track record with knives it MAY not have been the best idea to give my kids knives of their own. Matthew promptly cut up his thumb. Who’s surprised? Anyone? And his concern was not that he had cut himself. Nope, he just didn’t want anybody to tell ME that he had cut himself because he thought I would take the knife away. I didn’t. I was sorely tempted, but he still has it. He would really like to make some marshmallow roasting sticks, so keep him in your prayers and be ready for an update including stitches!
Abby also had her year end Dance recital today. Wow! When I look at how far she has come in a year, I am totally amazed. She is tickled pink that she got her first bouquet of flowers too! Thanks Andrea and family! We went out with Grandma T and Aunty Barb for supper after. KFC, so you know what that means! I don’t know how Exlax stays in business. Given t the choice of a chalky chocolate-like substance and the crispy goodness of 11 herbs and spices, I always let the Colonel work his magic!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Dumping Friends and Finally Passing Grade Five (at 32!)
Apparently, just talking about the Street Fair put me back in klutz mode! Andrea came out with her oh so cute girlies this morning bearing coffee and other essential gifts. (Thanks so much!) We made plans to go to the Street Fair on Saturday, which prompted me to show her my first ever Facebook album called “Klutz Goes to the Street Fair”, an informative photo documentary of me punching Abby in the face. (I won’t say anymore, because it is just way better to view it for yourself!)
We hung around the house for awhile trying in vain to figure out how to hang the bunk bed curtains in the camper and then I remembered that I was supposed to have Andrew’s school project at Red Wing by
I will now offer up some of my sage 32 year old wisdom.
***When trying to load one Mommy and a baby on one end of a teeter totter and a six year old and an almost three year old on the other end, communication between the Mommies is key. ****
It also makes sense to load the kiddie end of the apparatus first! Andrea had her leg looped over the teeter totter and I had my back to her while holding Hanna on the seat and trying to get Abby on as well. To me (or Olga, my bush woman alter ego who tends to come out when physical strength is required in any situation) it seemed like a good idea to push my end down to the ground and hold Andrea and Sadie up in the air while Abby climbed on. For some reason Andrea was unable to read my mind and she thought that she would try to keep her leg just hooked over while I got Abby on. So, Olga was pushing down with all of her strength and I hear from behind, “Tina, just wait!”
As I turned around I saw Andrea’s fancy dismount from the teeter totter and then her tumbling “ass over tea-kettle” with an impressive twist at the end so that Sadie landed on top and all Andrea hit was the aforementioned body part. Needless to say, I felt horrible! (Sorry again!)
Now I will use this blog to say the things that I am too chicken to say in person. Andrea, I am sorry, not only for dumping you on your hiney, but for everything that went on at that unmentionable place where we used to be slaves. Your friendship in the last year has been invaluable to me and has gotten me through a lot of tough times. Just in case you don’t realize, you mean a lot to me and I will miss you. This is the hardest part about moving; saying goodbye to good friends. I will miss you all (you know who you are) sooooo much, and for those that I am already separated from by the miles, I miss you too! Sniff. Now let us never speak of this again!
Back to Andrew’s school project now. If any of you out there are teachers, maybe you could explain this to me. He has had four dioramas to do this year. FOUR! And my question is WHY! You know that the kids aren’t doing them! Assigning this means that PARENTS are doing four dioramas. At least send us home a reading list at the beginning of the year so that we can read the stinking books and get our ideas together!
It never fails that Andrew comes home and says “Mom…I have a project due tomorrow and I was wondering if you could help me with it?” (READ: Mom’s gonna be up late cutting and gluing tonite, so better get out the coffee pot!) So far this year I have glued sand down to make a beach, constructed a forest, burned out the inside of a construction paper tree, and rocked an ocean and a stream. (I passed the buck to Michael last night with the castle and went to the movies instead! HeeHee!)
When I walked into Andrew’s classroom this morning I was truly impressed with what quality dioramas the over 30 set had come up with this time. There were some very impressive castles with windows and turrets. The one that really blew my skirt up was entirely constructed of rice krispy cake and candy! I guess that when I was a kid my parents were “helping” me with my projects too, so now when my kids do them it’s like I am finally truly passing grade five. My 1985 dioramas fulfilled Doug and Diane’s grade five requirements, and the 2008 ones now fulfill mine. In my estimation Andrew will get to pass grade five sometime around 2030. Tina logic!
By the way, shoeboxes will NOT be a part of the curriculum at “School of the Big Rolling Turd”. (Watch the movie RV and think of me if you don’t get that last part!)
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