September 30, 2008

An Extremely Frivolous Post

I was putting together this post and it was going to be about how I don't really go for the "leading man" type. So I was putting together some examples of characters that I dig and I noticed something...

I think I have a type.

Check these guys out... Don't you think they have a similar look?

TJ Thyne, who plays Dr. Jack Hodgins on Bones. I like his blue eyes (do you see how blue his eyes are?) and curly hair.

Josh Jackson who played Pacey Witter on Dawson's Creek back when I was a young, impressionable girl... And who now plays Peter Bishop on the new show Fringe.

Jensen Ackles, who plays Dean Winchester on Supernatural.

I find this to be a surprising development. Life changing, even. I hear heavenly singing. The world suddenly makes sense.

I have a type. Who knew?

So... Comments, please...

I'm not good at labeling this kind of thing. So help a girl out. What type is this?


I know they're not the top of most people's list of hotties. What do you think of these guys?


Do you have a type? Tell us what it is and give us an example of an actor who fits it.

Funtimes... funtimes. Nothing is better than having ridiculously silly conversations about which TV characters I like when the world is falling down around my ears, is there? Whee!

Okay... I'm off to hang with my kidlets. Buh-bye-bye, for now-now!

Edited to add: You called them "ruggedly handsome, young and boyishly handsome"... The young/boyish thing made me wonder how old these actors actually are... I turned to google and, much to my relief (I don't want to be accused of being a TV watching cradle robber) they're my age - TJ Thyne is 33 and the other two are 30. Seems appropriate. I think I can safely continue my silly TV crushing. Whew.


Just Some Words and Pictures





September 29, 2008

Crime Scene Investigation

Detective, we got a call this morning from this address reporting a class 3 coffee spill.

Right. Secure the area and check for clues.

Detective! I've found a clue.

It appears to be the outline of a foot.

If we can identify whose foot this is...
We'll know who spilled the coffee.

The only people in the house at the time the coffee was spilled were:



the Reluctant Housewife.

If we can secure photos of their feet we should be able to determine who's responsible. We'll need a warrant.

I'll get on it right away, Detective.

Some time later...

Detective! I have the foot photos you requested.

That's Monkey on the left and the Reluctant Housewife on the right.

What do you think, Detective?

I'm not sure... Let's compare these with the picture we took of the outline in the coffee.

Detective! We've had our team of image experts examine and juxtapose the photos of the feet with the photos of the outline in the coffee. We have a match!

Excellent. Who did it?

Well Detective, they sent us this:

Excellent. I'd say this evidence is definitive.

I absolutely agree, Detective! Obviously our culprit is... the Reluctant Housewife.

Yes. Bring her in and...

Yes, Detective?

Make her clean it up!

Nooo! Don't me clean up! Anything but that!

Another case solved!

Excellent work, Detective.

Remember. The moral of this case is clear:

No matter who you are...

Crime Does Not Pay


Inukshuk Sunday

This Sunday we went for a short drive to look at the autumn trees.

We found a park where someone had piled and balanced rocks. The resulting sculptures reminded me of inukshuks, the traditional inuit rock piles that are, according to Inukshuk, "monuments made of unworked stones that are used by the Inuit for communication and survival. The traditional meaning of the inukshuk is 'Someone was here' or 'You are on the right path.'" I found the shapes formed by these piles of rock quite figural, they looked like people gathered together to admire the river. A plaque said that the same person builds the rocks up every summer and that they get knocked back down every winter. It was really cool... Check out the pictures:

The rocks are not held together by anything, they're just stacked and balanced. Keeping that in mind, look at the round rock balanced on top of the diamond shaped rock in the background on the right. Amazing.

And check out the super-cute kids, too.

See what I mean? They almost look like figures, don't they?

There were TONS of them. Whoever is responsible is really dedicated. Okay. I just looked it up. These sculptures are by John Ceprano.

Love them!


September 26, 2008

Stay At Home Dad

This video is Canadian comedian Jon Lajoie's tribute to Stay at Home Dads.

I heard him interviewed on CBC this morning. He said that he wanted to reference Rage Against the Machine and he wanted to sing about a topic that would contrast in a humorous way with the music. He told the interviewer that he has some friends who are stay at home dads, that they love what they do, and he thought the topic would be funny in contrast with the style of music.

I think it's great.

What do you think?


September 25, 2008

I'm Feeling Whiny and Pathetic

Oh my gosh you guys!

I am so sick right now... I know, I know... I shouldn't complain. It's just a cold after all. But my nose is stuffed. I'm coughing and sneezing. My eyes are watering. I'm tired and lethargic. And every time I eat, I get diarrhea. (Sorry! I know that's too much information)

Everyday I've been dragging myself out of bed, making lunches, getting little boys dressed and off to school. Then going back and picking them up again - Monkey two hours later and Buddy four hours after that. I spend an average of 3 hours a day driving back and forth to the school and waiting outside it for the kids to go in or come out.

Not that I'd change that, because the chats I have while waiting with the other moms at the school make up the only social life I have right now. I don't know very many people here yet. Although, I've made in-roads with the mom of Buddy's best friend and we are going to a play (as in live theatre), just us grown-ups, next Friday (yay!).

I'm finding the isolation, combined with the head cold a bit hard to take right now.

Hubby, who is off at work everyday and at the gym most evenings, doesn't seem to understand my need for company. I want someone to hang out with me in my misery. I want someone to sit with me and watch TV. I want someone to make me some tea and feel sorry for me. Hubby wants to go to gym because he's been sitting at a desk all day. His position is a reasonable one. I understand where he's coming from. My position is an unreasonable 'oh-boo-hoo-woe-is-me-I-don't-feel-good-and-nobody-loves-me' one... But mine should win, if only for having more words... Right?

On the bright side, tomorrow's Friday, which means I only need to survive one more day because on Saturday, if I'm still sick, I can go to bed for the day and hopefully sleep it off.

I have to go now... I really need a kleenex.

Send me hugs and mugs of hot tea.


September 24, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Absentee Birthday Party

We recently moved half way across the country from our families.

My family got together to celebrate Monkey's birthday party anyway with cake and balloons.

Here they are, minus sister-in-law who took the picture.
My grandmother, my dad, my mom, my niece, my nephew and my brother.

The fabulous miss J and BAM! at Monkey's NB absentee b-day party.

And here's a group shot with sister-in-law, but minus my Dad.

Thanks guys! Monkey loved the pictures and, especially, the video of Miss J and BAM! singing happy birthday.

For more Wordless Wednesday, visit 5 Minutes for Mom.


September 21, 2008

Where the Hell is Matt?

Where the Hell is Matt?

Click here to find out!

Seriously, you do not want to miss this video... It's wonderful.

Thanks to Amanda for pointing it out.


Why So Glum, Chum?

Oh no!

I can tell you've been crying...

Oh... You poor thing.

Is that a single tear on your cheek?

Why are you so sad?

Is it because your hair is such a mess?

Or is it because Monkey just had a birthday?

Are you sad because your kids are growing up so fast?

Seriously... What can I do to help? I hate to see you cry.

Okay, okay... If you'd really like to keep me from crying...

Next time you chop the onions.


Monkey's Birthday

Monkey is four!

I can't believe it.

On the other hand, I can't believe he's only been around for four years. Can you imagine a world without Monkey? I know I can't.

Monkey had a very nice birthday.

Monkey had a gummi-worm chocolate cake which he picked out himself.

Monkey went to a giant indoor playground with his friends.
And played wack-a-gator with his big brother.

Monkey got big boxes of presents in the mail!

He got stick presents.

And Hot Wheels presents.

And a bunch of other presents, too.

And now many gratuitous pictures of Monkey because it's his birthday and he's just so damn cute.

Happy birthday sweetheart.


September 18, 2008

Just Some Stuff I Want to Get Off My Chest

1. To the guy in the grocery store parking lot:

If you are waiting behind a car that's signaling to turn left into a parking spot and there is another car coming, don't try to pass on the left. You could have been hit by the car in front of you when it turned left into the parking spot it was waiting for or you could have hit the car coming towards you, MY car, head on. Neither of these options are ideal. You need to WAIT. Just like everybody else. Where did you learn to drive, anyway? Idiot school?

2. To the guy behind the window at the farm museum:

Hasn't anyone told you that the farm museum does not need a diva?

Me: I'm sorry, but I don't have my membership card with me.

Guy: Do you have I.D.?

Me: Yes.

Guy: Keep your membership card in your wallet from now on. My boss might tell me to stop checking for memberships in the computer for the people who don't have their cards. Then you'll be sorry.

Me: Yeah. I didn't really come here for a lecture...

Guy: Of course not. Here are your member stickers.

Me: Thanks.

Guy's window: SLAM!

3. To the radio station I was listening to today:

What is up with that ad for the afternoon drive-home show? "We're not vanilla we're wild cherry ice cream with whip cream on top... Dripping down the sides... Mmmm.... Ohhhh... And with chocolate covered cherries on top. Mmmm... When our lives go vanilla we like to crank up the flavour!" Someone needs to get this person a sandwich, because they are obviously really hungry. Or am I the only one hearing the warning signs?

4. To the gym:

It was more than a week since my last visit and I was tired and full of junk food... but you still let me in. Thanks. I feel better now. Who knew that exercise was the road to happiness? ... It certainly works better than an overdose of coffee, ice cream and Veronica Mars.

And, added bonus, I have to point out that the coffee, ice cream and Veronica Mars feel much more justified after my work-out.

5. To Monkey:

I'm glad you're not screaming my name and having hysterics every time I drop you off at school, like that other kid. He gets dropped off by his Dad, who I overheard explaining to another parent this morning, "It's a good thing I'm dropping him off. This would break his mother's heart... But I'm a rock." He dropped his little boy off and walked away without looking back while the poor little boy screamed, "Daddy! NO! I want to go home! Daddy! Daddyyyyy!" I could not do that, I admire his calm.

So thanks for being such a confident, independent little guy.

It's hard enough letting you go. You look so grown up waving goodbye to me as you follow the other kids into the school.