- For the first time since I've had my license I renewed my plates on time, before my birthday. In fact, for the first time ever I also didn't have to pay any overdue fines for parking tickets I forgot to pay. Who knew it would only cost $75 to do that?!?!?
- My hair is the longest it's ever been. I've always wanted to grow it, but I end up cutting it. My hairdresser now refuses to cut it because he wants to see it long
- I have a freckle in my belly button - my sister has a very bizarre theory about why.
- My idea of a great Sunday afternoon is watching movie re-runs on TBS SuperStation
- I cannot watch "My Girl" without crying. I've seen it at least 10 times
- When I used to tour guide the movie "Remember the Titans" always made the male teachers (usually the gym teachers) cry. If there was an especially testosteroney teacher on a trip I would go to almost any length to get this movie and play it on the bus.
- I went through an Amy Grant phase for a few years (in elementary school). The other day I found my old tapes, and still new all the words
- I own clothes in 10 different sizes and I own bras in 8 different sizes. I feel like if anyone ever needed clothing in a pinch they could come to my house and I could help.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Eight Random Things About Me
I love a good meme, and since Ruthie tagged me, how could I refuse. I love this one. It's 8 random things about me.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Why I'm Loving Being a Mom Right Now
It's been a long week. Very long.
But, through it all I've watched my son grow and change so much. It's pretty amazing to me.
I remember when he was little and I always hoped that he would be a sensitive and loving child. Someone told me the best way to help a child develop this is by modelling this behaviour. I'm not perfect at it - but I try.
Yesterday I realized that my son is really learning.
We came home from the funeral yesterday and I was exhausted. He had slept in the car, and was ready to play, but I really just needed a little break.
So, I asked him if he would mind sitting on the couch for awhile, watching treehouse, and having a bottle of chocolate milk while I had some quiet time.
We cuddled up on the couch. He shared his blanket. I drifted off (not completely since I was still aware he was awake).
At one point he got off the couch and said "I'll be right back." I heard him stomping up the stairs. A minute later he came back with his giant Eeyore.
He said to me "here. You need to cuddle Eeyore. He will make you feel better."
Then he got the blanket, covered Eeyore and I up, and played on the carpet.
It was the most loving gesture ever. I napped off and on, for about an hour. The entire time Matt watched tv right next to me, and played, quietly, with his cars.
When I woke up he went and got me some cheese, because "you need a snack after nap time" (at daycare they wake up and have a snack.)
We had to go to the grocery store after that, and he was so good. He kept giving me hugs and listening and not running away.
It was a pretty amazing day.
PS Here's a link to a blog that I've been enjoying immensly lately. It's sometimes funny, sometimes deep, and I love that she's turned the comments off. Enjoy!
But, through it all I've watched my son grow and change so much. It's pretty amazing to me.
I remember when he was little and I always hoped that he would be a sensitive and loving child. Someone told me the best way to help a child develop this is by modelling this behaviour. I'm not perfect at it - but I try.
Yesterday I realized that my son is really learning.
We came home from the funeral yesterday and I was exhausted. He had slept in the car, and was ready to play, but I really just needed a little break.
So, I asked him if he would mind sitting on the couch for awhile, watching treehouse, and having a bottle of chocolate milk while I had some quiet time.
We cuddled up on the couch. He shared his blanket. I drifted off (not completely since I was still aware he was awake).
At one point he got off the couch and said "I'll be right back." I heard him stomping up the stairs. A minute later he came back with his giant Eeyore.
He said to me "here. You need to cuddle Eeyore. He will make you feel better."
Then he got the blanket, covered Eeyore and I up, and played on the carpet.
It was the most loving gesture ever. I napped off and on, for about an hour. The entire time Matt watched tv right next to me, and played, quietly, with his cars.
When I woke up he went and got me some cheese, because "you need a snack after nap time" (at daycare they wake up and have a snack.)
We had to go to the grocery store after that, and he was so good. He kept giving me hugs and listening and not running away.
It was a pretty amazing day.
PS Here's a link to a blog that I've been enjoying immensly lately. It's sometimes funny, sometimes deep, and I love that she's turned the comments off. Enjoy!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Back to Regular Blogging Soon ...
It's been a bit of a crazy week around here.
But thanks to everyone for the kind comments, words of concern, etc.
There's so much I want to talk about and say and share, but sometimes it's hard to put the thoughts into words.
I want to talk about my conversation with Matthew about death, about how he has decided that Great Grandma is so much happier now that she is an angel.
I want to talk about the insanity of spending hours on end with people who you know don't like you all that much.
I want to talk about how much one kind word can make you feel so good. And about how one gesture can make you cry.
But, some of this is so hard to say right now because I'm tired and I'm sad. Really really sad. I feel guilty that I never got to say goodbye because the day I was going to go visit my grandma was the day she died.
But for now I'm not dwelling on that. What I'm most worried about is that I get through the eulougy I have to do tomorrow without bursting into tears. (and no, these tears are not for "dramatic effect").
I have to admit, I'm kind of hoping that there are no English professors in the room while I do this eulogy because I discuss, briefly, how my grandmother played the role of Fifth Business in my life. If there are any Robertson Davies aficionados out there you may not be impressed. It's a stretch, but I like it.
Wish me luck ...
And remind me to tell you about how my aunt and uncle live in a town overrun by 6 foot lizards. ick. I had an entire 20 minutes conversation about how wild boars like hogzilla are running wild in my aunt and uncles town (same town as the lizards) but I'm welcome to visit whenever I want. Seriously.
As I said - it's been a LOOOOONNNG week.
But thanks to everyone for the kind comments, words of concern, etc.
There's so much I want to talk about and say and share, but sometimes it's hard to put the thoughts into words.
I want to talk about my conversation with Matthew about death, about how he has decided that Great Grandma is so much happier now that she is an angel.
I want to talk about the insanity of spending hours on end with people who you know don't like you all that much.
I want to talk about how much one kind word can make you feel so good. And about how one gesture can make you cry.
But, some of this is so hard to say right now because I'm tired and I'm sad. Really really sad. I feel guilty that I never got to say goodbye because the day I was going to go visit my grandma was the day she died.
But for now I'm not dwelling on that. What I'm most worried about is that I get through the eulougy I have to do tomorrow without bursting into tears. (and no, these tears are not for "dramatic effect").
I have to admit, I'm kind of hoping that there are no English professors in the room while I do this eulogy because I discuss, briefly, how my grandmother played the role of Fifth Business in my life. If there are any Robertson Davies aficionados out there you may not be impressed. It's a stretch, but I like it.
Wish me luck ...
And remind me to tell you about how my aunt and uncle live in a town overrun by 6 foot lizards. ick. I had an entire 20 minutes conversation about how wild boars like hogzilla are running wild in my aunt and uncles town (same town as the lizards) but I'm welcome to visit whenever I want. Seriously.
As I said - it's been a LOOOOONNNG week.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Services
A few people have asked for details, so please see below.
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JONES, Betty Jane Passed away at Joseph Brant Memorial Hospital, Burlington, on Sunday, May 13, 2007, in her 85th year. Beloved wife of the late Russell (2002). Loving mother of Wayne and his wife Kate, Barry and his wife Bonnie and Nancy and her husband Brian. Cherished grandmother of Becky (Steve), Laural (Michael), Lisa (Richard) and Brent and great-grandmother of Kyla, Matthew, Paige and Kalysta. Predeceased by her sister Mabel. Cremation has taken place. Visitation at STONEHOUSE-WHITCOMB FUNERAL HOME, 11 Mountain Street, GRIMSBY (905-945-2755), on Wednesday from 3-5 and 7-9 p.m. Service of Remembrance will take place at Centennial Park Baptist Church, 11 Kennedy Road, Grimsby, on Thursday, May 17, 2007, at 11 a.m. If desired, memorial contributions to Doctors Without Borders, 720 Spadina Avenue, Suite 402, Toronto, M5S 2T9, would be sincerely appreciated by the family. www.smithsfh.com
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JONES, Betty Jane Passed away at Joseph Brant Memorial Hospital, Burlington, on Sunday, May 13, 2007, in her 85th year. Beloved wife of the late Russell (2002). Loving mother of Wayne and his wife Kate, Barry and his wife Bonnie and Nancy and her husband Brian. Cherished grandmother of Becky (Steve), Laural (Michael), Lisa (Richard) and Brent and great-grandmother of Kyla, Matthew, Paige and Kalysta. Predeceased by her sister Mabel. Cremation has taken place. Visitation at STONEHOUSE-WHITCOMB FUNERAL HOME, 11 Mountain Street, GRIMSBY (905-945-2755), on Wednesday from 3-5 and 7-9 p.m. Service of Remembrance will take place at Centennial Park Baptist Church, 11 Kennedy Road, Grimsby, on Thursday, May 17, 2007, at 11 a.m. If desired, memorial contributions to Doctors Without Borders, 720 Spadina Avenue, Suite 402, Toronto, M5S 2T9, would be sincerely appreciated by the family. www.smithsfh.com
Monday, May 14, 2007
Sad
Last night my grandmother passed away.
She hasn't been well for awhile. But, I was still surprised.
We had been planning to go visit her yesterday. My mom called first thing to tell us that they were in emergency with Grandma.
The day went on.
And, then in the evening my uncle called my parents to say that they were changing her medication and that she seemed to be improving. But, then not long after that we were called to the hospital. Before we even got there (I was picking my sister up) my dad called to say she had passed away.
It was a little surreal.
We ended up meeting my parents and aunt and uncle and cousins at the hospital. We said our goodbyes to Grandma. We talked to the doctor.
He said that it was likely a stroke. That she was very peaceful and it was very sudden. We declined an autopsy.
Part of me is really sad. But, I also know that she is happier now.
Her life was full. She loved us all and knew she was loved.
She met all of her great grandchildren.
The funny thing is that we were all sitting around last night, figuring out funeral plans, crying and laughing and chatting. And, I realized that this is what would have made Grandma happy. Her family being a family.
She will be missed, but I know she's in a better place.
She hasn't been well for awhile. But, I was still surprised.
We had been planning to go visit her yesterday. My mom called first thing to tell us that they were in emergency with Grandma.
The day went on.
And, then in the evening my uncle called my parents to say that they were changing her medication and that she seemed to be improving. But, then not long after that we were called to the hospital. Before we even got there (I was picking my sister up) my dad called to say she had passed away.
It was a little surreal.
We ended up meeting my parents and aunt and uncle and cousins at the hospital. We said our goodbyes to Grandma. We talked to the doctor.
He said that it was likely a stroke. That she was very peaceful and it was very sudden. We declined an autopsy.
Part of me is really sad. But, I also know that she is happier now.
Her life was full. She loved us all and knew she was loved.
She met all of her great grandchildren.
The funny thing is that we were all sitting around last night, figuring out funeral plans, crying and laughing and chatting. And, I realized that this is what would have made Grandma happy. Her family being a family.
She will be missed, but I know she's in a better place.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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