tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22582836227972699192024-03-13T11:18:13.329-07:00Trailer TrashedTrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-81821424907683413112008-06-08T15:55:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:06.958-08:00David Cassidy<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SFGkHf6llkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Xk0yXCxHoFk/s1600-h/DC1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211126692577646146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SFGkHf6llkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Xk0yXCxHoFk/s400/DC1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Just how could I say no to Joanne's suggestion to see the one & only David Cassidy???? After prepping ourselves with You-Tube Partridge Family tunes, we headed to the River Rock Casino for the big show!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SFBcenq9lpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_gqy3eDtiXU/s1600-h/Partridge+family.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210766449982674578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SFBcenq9lpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_gqy3eDtiXU/s400/Partridge+family.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <em><strong>(we are all 45-55 year old females!!!)</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210766303587924354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="94" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SFBcWGTu-YI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9Wu-XN3rzWo/s400/Les+DC+and+Jo.jpg" width="129" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I am seriously considering paying Joanne to drive with me during my commute to work and back. She completely settled me down as I was STRESSING (big time) over the Pitt River Bridge. Would you believe, the one night we have an "oh so important appointment", the Pitt bridge decides to close for a swing?????? I understand the rivers are a little high, but honestly, I'm sure the barge could have squeaked under the darn bridge...... At any rate, we made it to the River Rock with 2 minutes to spare - deciding that a trip to the washroom was more of a priority than a trip to the bar.<br /><br />The show was great - and he started with "I can feel your heartbeat". I was keeping my fingers crossed he would do my favorite "Point me in the Direction of Albuquerque" and he did - third song! It was awesome! He did Cherish, a few others, some Eric Clapton and John Lennon, and finished with "I think I love You". Needless to say, when the mass of middle aged women rushed down to the stage/dance floor, we were part of the pack! We had an awesome night! Great concert, even if he's a tad botoxed and balding.........</div><br /><br /><div></span></div></div></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-14721076534073853032008-06-06T06:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:07.884-08:00Checkin In!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SElBEN5mGSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5sYUizaDOw4/s1600-h/Me+DC+and+Jo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208765984737204514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/SElBEN5mGSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5sYUizaDOw4/s400/Me+DC+and+Jo.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am still alive! My friend JH has been gently urging me to blog again. It has been almost 9 months - and yes, I am still Trailer Trash. In the back of my little mind, I was hoping to blog once we were in the house. Although we are getting very close to finishing the house, I'm guessing we're still a month or so away.<br /><br /><div><div>JH and I are quite giddy about seeing the David Cassidy show tomorrow night! I was crazy about him in Elementary school and happened to hear him on a radio interview the other day. I must admit I haven't heard (or thought) much about him in the past 35 years or so - but it'll be a fun night of nostalgia! We do not have front-row seats; we are actually sitting about 16 rows back. I brought up this concern to JH (as we may not be able to see him well with our failing eyesight), but she pointed out we will STILL be able to hear him, and maybe it's better that we maintain our image of Keith Partridge, with his boyish looks and long hair, in our minds.</div></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-30480594367447212732007-09-24T22:24:00.000-07:002007-09-24T22:27:52.100-07:00Busy Busy BusyWell, I missed most of the summer - we were just crazy busy - and I hope to fill in some of the details later! R has done so much work on the house - it's really coming along! J is settled in grade 3 - and he seems to love his new teacher. The house is drywalled - our concrete has been poured in the carport and workshop, and we're working on paint colours now. Any input would be greatly appreciated!!!!TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-20078952578830682572007-08-07T14:52:00.000-07:002007-08-07T14:56:31.289-07:00Alive and WellI am still alive. I am mad at myself for being so negligent. The end of July was busy with school ending for J - and all of the extra activities which were scheduled. I picked J up on the last day of school and we headed to my in-laws' home up at Bridge Lake. I will add the photos for that weekend soon! Then last weekend my family (my parents, my sister D and her daughter, myself and my son) spent the weekend in Seattle - we had a great, but BUSY time! Anyway, we're back and J is at camp this week! He loves it! <br /><br />I will post the pictures soon!TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-36714748861238889872007-07-15T22:57:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:08.378-08:00A Great Weekend!<div align="justify">Another bright, sunny, weekend in the "great white north"! R & I went to a "work" BBQ at one of his friend's homes - it was a beautiful spread and there were a lot of laughs! I always learn a few new interesting tidbits of info about my husband and his trips on the road through his friends - especially as the night wears on! I actually went to high school with one of his work friends - and a few of them I'd met before. Anyway, I eventually had to drag R home (knowing that just 'one more brewski' for him, would mean one more day in the trailer for me....)<br /><br />J and I ran some errands on Saturday while R, Cousin B, and Doc continued to work on the siding. J was eventually dropped off at at a friend's birthday party at a local children's video game arcade. And, while he was "birthday partying", one of my work friends/golfing buddy (DL pictured in previous blog-post) stopped by to see our house construction as he was in the neighborhood - so we had a nice visit with him! R and my parents finally got to meet DL - they've heard me talk about him as I've become good friends with him since I began working in my current position (beginning in 2000).<br /><br />After church today, J's friend T came for a playdate - we went exploring on the dikes with the dogs - and the boys had a great time together. Then, my good friend SM and her husband (SM too) came out to see our house and have dinner at my parents' home. My sister K and her boyfriend A were also there - and my mom made her famous mouth-watering cheese enchiladas for us! K's boyfriend A also made some homemade guacamole and salsa (which were also out of this world) - and I am now serously going to have to start a jogging regime before my high school reunion next month! Anyway, we had a great time and S and S gave us a very unique housewarming gift - a "mobile home" birdhouse!!! Too funny!!!! It's going to look great on our new porch! Anyway, I just love it - S always finds the most interesting things for people!!! I guess she doesn't want us ever to forget our trailer trash livin' when we get into our new house! Anyway, we had a great time visiting together tonight - we don't get to see them enough with our busy lives - and she just lost her dear dad this April.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpvhLcvfuaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SDY4-YQsfRM/s1600-h/TT+birdhouse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087907790855322018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpvhLcvfuaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SDY4-YQsfRM/s200/TT+birdhouse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpvhLsvfubI/AAAAAAAAAbA/92j2xt8hhkU/s1600-h/SM+and+TT+birdhouse.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087907795150289330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpvhLsvfubI/AAAAAAAAAbA/92j2xt8hhkU/s200/SM+and+TT+birdhouse.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-68756216213436186722007-07-11T22:05:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:08.915-08:00Grade 2 Camping Trip!<div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086052309775908130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpVJoPE_fSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mA3E9DB8kx4/s200/Camping+boys.jpg" border="0" />Today my son's 2nd grade class left for an overnight camping field trip! When I dropped J and A off at school this morning, I had never seen them this excited! All the kids had packed their sleeping bags, pillows, backpacks, sunscreen, bug spray, p.j.'s etc. and were ready for the big adventure! They will be camping at a classmate's place - the family lives out on acreage several miles east of the school (we've been invited to their lovely place before as each fall they've had a big bonfire - and chile! - party which is a lot of fun).<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">On the way to the school however, J informs me that everyone was to bring some food for the overnighter - and I was mad at myself for not offering sooner. Anyway, I picked up several bags of freshly picked cherries (in season) and some large bags of potato chips and dropped them off at the hosts' home - along with our slip-slider (it's going to be over 30 degrees C this afternoon). The kids are going to have so much fun - and J's teacher and her son will be spending the night in tents as well! Tomorrow, they are having breakfast at the campsite and will be returning to the school around noon. </div><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpY1fMvfuYI/AAAAAAAAAao/BMhFncw0ccA/s1600-h/Central+Park+golf.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpY1fMvfuYI/AAAAAAAAAao/BMhFncw0ccA/s200/Central+Park+golf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086311639274207618" /></a><div align="justify">As for me, I had a free night - and went golfing (in the sweltering heat) with some of my friends from work!!! We had originally planned to play at Burnaby Mountain, but with the heat we decided on Central Park (lots of tall trees and shade). I definitely need to get out on the golf course more often though!!!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpYzjMvfuWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IwqLfOUaRLY/s1600-h/Central+Park+3.JPG"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpY08MvfuXI/AAAAAAAAAag/adPycNQEOdQ/s1600-h/Central+Park+golf.JPG"></a>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-12416498893911643162007-07-10T22:03:00.000-07:002007-07-11T14:44:13.012-07:00The HEAT is on!It's a scorcher out there!!!!! Too hot to cook! Too hot to clean! <br /><br />J was picked up from school by my sister (and her daughter) and they headed straight for the swimming pool at my parents' home. The kids played in the pool for several hours until I came and picked up J. We went home and had dinner - which was a nice cold chef's salad. J had plans to see a movie with my dear friend Joanne and her husband Gord - they were taking him to see Ratatouille! Anyway, he really enjoyed himself at the movie - and I was able to run some errands while he was out (should I mention that a young clerk gave me the "Senior's Discount"?). It's nice to save 30%, but gee, I hoped I didn't really look 65! Anyway, after the movie, Joanne and Gord had a quick tour of the new house - as I had to go to bed early in the over-heated trailer. I'm <em>obviously</em> in dire need of some beauty rest - especially if this heat has succeeding in cooking me into a wrinkled old lady!TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-65668574885597309042007-07-08T21:13:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:09.298-08:00Separation Anxiety<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpMbbvE_fRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/4EwZEhPB9PA/s1600-h/pirateship.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085438567539244306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpMbbvE_fRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/4EwZEhPB9PA/s200/pirateship.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today I suffered from a mild case of separation anxiety. Okay, maybe it was more than a just little mild. My son, still 7 years old, attended a birthday party with one of his friends at Playland in Vancouver. JM, the birthday boy, was turning 9! He is a sweet boy from another school whom J has known for 6 years. So, while J was very excited about the party, he also expressed some concern himself about going when he learned that I wasn't going with them. Although J knows JM pretty well, he was worried about the fact that he didn't know the other kids - and that they would all be older than him. Because I know the parents well, I assured J that he would be just fine, and if he wanted, he could always hang out with J's sister, who is 6.<br /><br />Having said that, I was still a little anxious about him while he was gone. Paranoid mother, I guess. I kept thinking about the old, decrepid wooden roller coaster which was built in 1958. That thing always seemed like it was ready to fall apart when I was out seeking thrills on it myself as a teen! Today, it's almost 50 years old and I know it still reaches speeds of over 45 MPH! No, I could not stop thinking about all the train derailments I've heard about on the news over the years - most recently the one near Lytton. And these were trains chugging along on level terrain! With real engineers! Who maintains these rides? City staff? I know all about government cut-backs! I was also afraid that J would be pressured (or feel pressure) to go on rides he wasn't really comfortable with - because he would want to be a big kid too. Or, what if he got separated from the group???? Every possible scenario was entering my paranoid mind. Finally I broke down and called JM's mother on her cell phone. Once she assured me that my son was having a great time and was getting along fine with the other boys, I relaxed. He came back in one piece! He'd had a fantastic time! He was well-mannered and well-behaved! He didn't go on any rides (ie: the Zipper) that he didn't want to go on! But, he did choose to ride the famous rickety old wooden roller coaster after all - <em>in the very back car!!!!!!!!!!!</em><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpMP3vE_fOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aHOsj81Of_Y/s1600-h/woodencoaster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425854436048098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpMP3vE_fOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aHOsj81Of_Y/s400/woodencoaster.jpg" border="0" /></a>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-26878046515856855812007-07-07T22:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:09.604-08:00A "New" Old Car<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085301038391459010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpKeWfE_fMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/C9XB_0FRRYw/s200/car-repair.jpg" border="0" />J and I spent the day running errands, paying bills. We had really intended on looking for a new car for me - and going to test drive a few, but my good buddy RM (who is an expert on cars) kind of talked some sense into me. He suggested that since I've just sunk thousands of dollars into the vehicle, why wouldn't I consider keeping it? Naturally, I have been worried that more big things were going to keep going - but he felt that most of the major work was done now. Yes a new car would be nice, but did I want to go even further into debt with another $22,000 expense??? It would take a lot of things to go wrong to justify that - especially since I do like driving my car. He also pointed out that I probably wouldn't get much on a trade-in, and that it would be better to sell it privately for more. Anyway, I have spent a lot of money on it this year - clutch, water-pump, timing belt, block heater, new tires, electrical system, steering column signals, etc. etc. So, today I've possibly saved close to $30,000 (factoring in the loss I'd have on all the money I've just sunk into it -- which would never be recovered in a trade)! So in fact, I have practically a "new" car - all I need now is that new hubcap.....<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpKf4_E_fNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/KMGwZC152PE/s1600-h/T%26J.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpKf4_E_fNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/KMGwZC152PE/s200/T%26J.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085302730608573650" /></a>When we returned, J had a call from T who wanted him to come over for a playdate. They have been in the same class for 2 years but, after being on the same soccer team and in the same daycare together (just one day a week), they've actually started playing more together this school year. So they spent a few hours together - which was a fun thing after a day of errands with mom!TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-50859202345210534802007-07-06T22:03:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:09.776-08:00Let's FACE it.....<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpKUOvE_fLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/U7H8QVgPLII/s1600-h/facebook.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085289910131195058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RpKUOvE_fLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/U7H8QVgPLII/s200/facebook.gif" border="0" /></a>I have been an unfaithful blogger. And I have a confession to make. The truth of the matter is that my lack of blogging is most likely due to my latest compulsion - and, for those of you who know me, you know what that is! Let's "FACE" it, it's been rather exciting finding old friends and connections with this other "hip and cool" application....<br /><br />It started off innocently enough. I was invited by several friends (which I ignored, thinking "it's not my thing", and "who has the time to bother with that?"). Then, about 3 weeks ago, curiousity finally got the best of me - I wanted to see the profile and pictures of my friend "Campellicious" and her daughter so I created my own account (you have to have an account to view somebody). Several of my friends who were already "hooked" soon appeared as my "Friends". They began writing on my wall. I have now been found by (or found) my primary school neighbors, my high school buddies, a bridesmaid, and on it goes. Now, less than a month later, I have over 130 friends! Yippee! I feel loved! By friendly FACES who will "poke" me, write on my wall, send me gifts or cute messages to my in-box. Very interactive (translated into time-consuming) - so much more than my blog has ever been (does anyone even read it, I often ask). But, I need to FACE the fact that I do need to curb this new addiction, so I will be back to blog more regularly again soon. I promise! Gotta run <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(can you guess where?)</span></em></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-64429769478441993332007-07-02T22:04:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:10.506-08:00Fun in the Sun!<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/Roncf_E_fJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YWcT4ViW414/s1600-h/Tree+Fort+J.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082836096530742418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/Roncf_E_fJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YWcT4ViW414/s200/Tree+Fort+J.JPG" border="0" /></a>J and his dad camped out last night in the tree fort! This seemed to help with our "over-crowded" sleeping arrangement in the trailer with houseguests; in fact, I had the bed <em>almost</em> all to myself (me, + 2 dogs & 1 cat). Anyway, the guys slept well & didn't get bitten by any mosquitos (me neither)!<br /><br />J and I ran a few errands this morning and then went to see Mr. M in the hospital - unfortunately he wasn't feeling too well so we had to keep the visit fairly short. He sure looks great but he has a nasty cough and a sore throat.<br /><br />This afternoon we had several friends pop by for a swim next door at Nona and Doc's. A and his sister M (with their dad S who is plumbing our new house) arrived first -- then T and his baby sister arrived with their mom K. The boys (J, A, and T) are all in the same class at school - they attend school through the month of July so they're still all together. Anyway, the kids just had a fantastic time in the pool, up in the tree fort, eating juice bars, fruit, chips and salsa, exploring in the fields, and picking rasperries! At last we've had a real summer weekend!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoncQvE_fGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_y-fQUTibXs/s1600-h/M,+S,+A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082835834537737314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoncQvE_fGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_y-fQUTibXs/s200/M,+S,+A.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoncQvE_fHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GWiWg5HAEC8/s1600-h/Picking+Raspberries.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082835834537737330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoncQvE_fHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GWiWg5HAEC8/s200/Picking+Raspberries.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoncQ_E_fII/AAAAAAAAAZA/IR7GNACxCaU/s1600-h/Kids+in+the+field!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082835838832704642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoncQ_E_fII/AAAAAAAAAZA/IR7GNACxCaU/s200/Kids+in+the+field!.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-3522658414321925932007-07-01T21:02:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:10.734-08:00Happy Canada Day<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Happy 140th Birthday Canada!</span> <div align="justify"></strong></div><br />J (who was fully decked in his Canada Day attire) had a playdate with his buddy JE at the barn today. The kids later came back for a swim in Nona and Doc's pool. I've actually known JE's mom C for over 30 years - so we had a nice visit while the kids swam. They are getting very excited about moving to acreage out in Whonnock this summer! We will miss having them so close to us at the barn on our street (where C boards her horses) though!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoiIV_E_fCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PQ_t7HRY5Qc/s1600-h/J+and+J+swimming.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RokFr_E_fEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LCAjjcKKWu8/s1600-h/J+and+J+swimming.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599907689200706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RokFr_E_fEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LCAjjcKKWu8/s320/J+and+J+swimming.JPG" border="0" /></a>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-25163889674857425122007-06-30T22:04:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:11.139-08:00Grandma and Pa come for a visit!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RonYcvE_fFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KxYRKwbyDjA/s1600-h/Pa+and+Grandma!.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RonYcvE_fFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KxYRKwbyDjA/s320/Pa+and+Grandma!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082831642649656402" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoiJGPE_fDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tIpg_sUHGno/s1600-h/Pa+and+Doc.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082462919707294770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoiJGPE_fDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tIpg_sUHGno/s200/Pa+and+Doc.JPG" border="0" /></a> Grandma & Pa are down from 100 Mile to help R finish the workshop wiring. It's sunny so it inspired us to barbecue two coho salmon outside at my parents' house (Pa had caught these beauties up at the lake!). All of us thoroughly enjoyed the meal and dessert (strawberries and ice cream cake in celebration of Canada Day tomorrow ) and J loved having dinner with both sets of grandparents!<br /><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Pa and Doc enjoying their near-wine and near-beer!</span></strong></em> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">xyxy</span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-14185668842058126472007-06-29T21:41:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:11.528-08:00Grade 2 Field Trip<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><em>SCIENCE WORLD!!!</em></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoiB5_E_fBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lJS5hBDvHuo/s1600-h/Our+group!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082455012672502802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoiB5_E_fBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lJS5hBDvHuo/s400/Our+group!.JPG" border="0" /></a>I discovered late on Wednesday afternoon that my dear son had volunteered me to be a parent supervisor on the upcoming Grade 2 (all 4 classes of 'em) field trip to Science World. So, I took a day off from work to ride a yellow school bus downtown with 40 or so hyperactive, excited children, two of whom were prone to travel sickness (and were doubled over with their faces in bags). Then there were a few other brave and/or super-committed parents, and the teachers. We did have fun and our soccer coach Bela and I supervised 4 boys - who were very excited but quite well-behaved. We participated in a program on insects - very hands-on - then went to the <strong>"Grossology"</strong> exhibit (and learned all about snot, farts, poo, pee, zits, barf, body odor etc. etc.). The kids had a blast but it went way too fast - and we had to meet at 12:45 to get on the 1:00 schoolbus for the trip home. It was a fun day!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/Roh_kPE_e_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/x0sQ8Acq8rc/s1600-h/Bus+Ride+home.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082452439987092466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/Roh_kPE_e_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/x0sQ8Acq8rc/s200/Bus+Ride+home.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-85724242054610854552007-06-26T23:25:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:12.645-08:00Happy Birthday Mom!!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoYAKvE_e8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/5dtMcDpsR2k/s1600-h/bedford+house.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoYAKvE_e8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/5dtMcDpsR2k/s200/bedford+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081749413970279362" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoYAufE_e9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/RuXvvlSmj1Q/s1600-h/Nona%27s+70.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoYAufE_e9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/RuXvvlSmj1Q/s200/Nona%27s+70.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081750028150602706" /></a><br /><strong> Happy Birthday Nona!</strong> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p>My beautiful mom had a Milestone birthday today!!!! The family took her out for dinner at the Bedford House in Fort Langley - it was really nice (despite the fact that J was a little restless after the very long road trip home from the Okanagan today....). The food was just great too - it had been years since any of us had been there. We actually couldn't believe the portion sizes - especially the schnitzel!. Our gift was announced as well - my sisters and I are taking Mom to Seattle for a weekend this summer - it will be so much fun!!!! Naturally, mom spoils us all back - she gave us all generous gifts on her birthday as well!</p><p><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoX6RfE_e7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/X9WiUsiBkJM/s1600-h/Albion+Ferry.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081742932864629682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoX6RfE_e7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/X9WiUsiBkJM/s200/Albion+Ferry.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><em>J and Nona on the Albion ferry.</em></p>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-37475135577307441882007-06-25T17:11:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:12.824-08:00Ogopogo<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoX2vvE_e4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pj_IUtMVXA0/s1600-h/LK+back+yard.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoX2vvE_e4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pj_IUtMVXA0/s200/LK+back+yard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081739054509161346" /></a>We have been enjoying our mini-vacation here in the beautiful Okanagan! My dear friend left the wet coast 8 years ago to raise her family up here in the sunshine..... Isn't it beautiful? (I forgot to take a lot of pictures - then my batteries died)TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-25664454123377317252007-06-24T07:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:13.033-08:00Small Fry Golfers<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoXyVfE_ezI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UCLbFb7gEYo/s1600-h/RW+Golf+Camp+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081734205491084082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoXyVfE_ezI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UCLbFb7gEYo/s200/RW+Golf+Camp+1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yesterday (Saturday), J and C participated in the McDonald's Small Fry Golf Clinic at the beautiful Riverway Golf Course. They had a blast - they practiced driving, chipping and putting - the Burnaby Golf instructional staff was great as usual, and that made it a lot of fun for all the kids. C won a mini radio and headseat - and everyone received McDonald's treats, and a t-shirt. J is already bugging Doc to take him to the driving range so he can practice his swing. This is a good thing because his mother likes to golf too (even though she's realllllllly bad) - and it would be fun to be able to do this together some day! They finished their evening at a kids "sports night/movie" party. So, it was another fun, busy day! When he wakes up, we are heading to the Okanagan to visit some friends!!!! <em>On the road again.....<br /></div></em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RoXxfvE_eyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_kpB9BJZrXk/s1600-h/RW+Golf+Camp+9.JPG"></a>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-65550125336250261282007-06-22T22:52:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:13.149-08:00Blogging Break<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/Rny2Dz4JctI/AAAAAAAAAVY/I8FOIsRJRfc/s1600-h/Computer+Addict.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079134656348648146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/Rny2Dz4JctI/AAAAAAAAAVY/I8FOIsRJRfc/s200/Computer+Addict.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After 58 days of non-stop blogging, the time has come to temporarily sever this invisible umbillical cord that has had me chained to my PC every night. It's probably a very healthy decision to take a brief blogging hiatus and make a concerted effort to recharge my own hard-drive. Work has been crazy busy - it's summer and I'm in the golf business after all. Enough excuses.... I will definitely write when I have progress to report on the house (or my kid) - for sure. Or, if anything else is particularly newsworthy. But, better to break than to be a bore! Oh, I can also use those extra few hours of sleep some nights too!.... Hasta luego! And, have a great weekend!</div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-10151974059273999132007-06-21T22:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:13.469-08:00The Longest Day of the YearToday is the longest day of the year! June 21st, or "Summer Solstice" is the day of the year that boasts the longest period of daylight and the shortest night, and marks the first day of the season of summer! It doesn't necessarily mean the most sun (our day started off pretty wet and rainy here), but it did clear up for us in the end! New studies have found that the vitamin D we receive naturally from the sun actually prevents many cancers! Welcome longer days and more summer sun!<br /><a class="contentColouredAnkerBox" title="Larger version (JPG, 305 KB)" onclick="'javascript:" href="http://www.blogger.com/Home/Basic/Magnify_Image/index.htm?imageUrl=groups/ops/documents/image/img_news_solstice_equinox.jpg&imageCaption=Larger+version+%28JPG%2C+305+KB%29" resizable="1" ww=" open(" width="300,height="><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntncT4JcrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MMesQwz-lxQ/s1600-h/solstice_scheme.gif"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078766740860138162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntncT4JcrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MMesQwz-lxQ/s400/solstice_scheme.gif" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntiNj4JcnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hJuBF7m6DRM/s1600-h/solstice.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntrIj4JcsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qZdfdWbAuf0/s1600-h/nachos+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078770799604232898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntrIj4JcsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qZdfdWbAuf0/s200/nachos+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">J and I celebrated by going out for nachos on the the patio of a local authentic Mexican restaurant - the food is good (fresh salsa bar) and the place is kind of quaint and cute, only the vroom vroom of the highway during rush hour took away from our tropical beachside ambiance!</span><br /></span>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-10154150973034974882007-06-20T23:08:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:13.614-08:00The Amnesiac & The Enabler<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntUAz4JcmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6rwMrmZTd9c/s1600-h/forgetting.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078745377692807778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RntUAz4JcmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6rwMrmZTd9c/s200/forgetting.jpg" border="0" /></a> My child is extremely forgetful. We have lost so many coats, so many shoes, so many baseball hats, so many lunch kits, so many bathing suits..... I am now just buying his coats at the Salvation Army and other thrift stores because he is sure to lose them long before they're outgrown. Last week I just happened to overhear another mom (MP) remind her son to turn in his permission slip for their upcoming field trip. Field Trip? This was news to me! MP goes on to tell me that they are going to Science World and that the permission slips are due in tomorrow! So, I remind J as I drop him off that he must bring home a form if he really wants to go!<br /><br />Fast forward to my arrival at his daycare that afternoon for pickup..... Yes, he has a stack of forms and notices - treat day announcements from back in February, school newsletters dated March. But no Permission Slip! Because I am now skating (or trying to skate) with his teacher, I decided to mention this to her - even though I purposely do not talk about school or my son at these practices. At any rate, the next morning SHE reminds J that he needs to bring me the form so this is how I finally got it.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Anyway, late tonight (after swimming with BP), his mother asks me if I knew it was our turn to bring baking to school for treat day tomorrow. It is now 9:40 p.m. and she is working away in her kitchen making fresh rice krispie squares because her son just happened to tell her that he needed to bring treats tomorrow - and this was just before I picked him up for swimming and just before she and her husband were leaving for their baseball game. But at least he told her!<br /><br />Needless to say, at 10:10 this evening (which is also a school night), J and I can be found up at the grocery store buying chocolate chip cookies (that actually look pretty darn homemade). But he never did tell me about my baking obligation tonight!<br /><br />I do realize that my "covering" or "rescuing" him out of these predicaments is just enabling his forgetfulness and is really not helping him any - so why is it that I just don't feel right about having him show up at school empty handed or missing out on things?.... </div>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-12107523571208234262007-06-19T23:18:00.000-07:002007-06-20T06:39:18.230-07:00A Flash (from the Past)<div align="justify">Well, it came today.... The official "invite" arrived in my in-box with details of my <strong>30</strong> year high school reunion. <strong>THIRTY</strong> years!!!! What happened???? I can hardly believe it, really! Can we <em>really</em> be that old? Can it really be 30 years since we were in High School? I still actually think of myself as a young person!!! Delusional????? Perhaps! </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">d</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">What seems particularly bizarre to me is that several of my son's friends parents are actually quite worked up about turning the big "3-0" this year! These people weren't even BORN when I graduated from high school! Unbelievable, actually. Do they see me as an really OLD person? Am I fooling myself? </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">d</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Twice in the past two years I have been asked if I was the "grandmother". My friend PT thought this was a hoot! I, on the other hand, was mortified. I thought that Miss Clairol had everyone fooled.... But the truth of the matter is that I actually like myself better now - at this age - regardless of what I look like. I honestly do not even resemble that girl in my yearbook. And, I think that most of the others from my class probably look (and feel) better now too! </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">d</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So I am excited and looking forward to the reunion - it's always fun to re-connect with people from our past! I've found I've also had a great time at previous reunions just talking to the people I didn't really chum around with in high school. So what if we're a little grayer, a little chubbier, a little more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">follicly-</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">challenged</span>? I think we all are probably better people now! Sure, there's a few people who have had some tough miles under their belts, but most people are now at the point where they are less guarded, more open, more accepting, more interesting. I really hope that the people who "couldn't be bothered" to attend at our past reunions have a change of heart. Isn't this part of their journey? Or are they "above" us, or worse, feel as though no one cares? </div><span style="color:#ffffff;">dd</span><br />Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing the old gang again - and I'm wholeheartedly trying to pass the info about our reunion on! Even if it doesn't seem like it could really be 30 whole years.....TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-35814596345443394672007-06-18T20:26:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:14.042-08:00My Sick Child : (<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RndKrz4JcjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fNcN_wOTy_s/s1600-h/sickie+J.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077609221404062258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RndKrz4JcjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fNcN_wOTy_s/s200/sickie+J.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify">J and I were up and were just about ready to fly out the door for school when he made another mad dash to the bathroom. Sick again! I honestly thought he was better because he hadn't thrown up since the middle of the night Sat/Sun -- and had been saying he felt just fine. At any rate, I decided to take him to the clinic because this has now been going on (and off) since June 8th. He gets sick, then feels better, and the only complaint is that he's a little tired. So, we're off to the doctor on my little spare donut tire, but stopping en route to drop my car off at the tire shop. Joanne, bless her heart, drove us to and from the clinic, where after a 2 1/2 hour wait and a diagnosis of "it's just one of those kid stomach things - make sure he gets plenty of water", we were back at the tire store looking at 4 brand spankin' new tires. Apparently 2 of them had a "little life" left in them, but with my track record of flat tires/breaking down, I'm no longer prepared to risk it. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Anyway, because it was noon by the time we'd been to the doctor and paid for the new wheels, I decided it was pointless to go to work. This was confirmed when I checked in again with my boss (who seemed more than a tad grumpy). C'est la vie, I normally always go in (sick or otherwise) - and last year I took only half a day off when I was really ill and diagnosed with pneumonia. It was only when one of my co-workers suggested I go home and then reminded me that none of our tombstones were going to say that we had a perfect track record at work anyway.</div><br /><br />Anyway, J is rested and was feeling much better this afternoon - which is great! Back to school and work tomorrow! P.S. I think being a stay-at-home mom is far more exhausting - especially with a whining kid!!!TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-15582764427496214622007-06-17T22:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:14.777-08:00Happy Father's Day!Today is Father's Day! And, I know I am just incredibly blessed to have three very special fathers to honour on this day!<br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnYuKz4JchI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yqrEfoIYUJw/s1600-h/Doc,+J+and+Daddy+-+basketball.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnYuKz4JchI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yqrEfoIYUJw/s320/Doc,+J+and+Daddy+-+basketball.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077296393166090770" /></a><br /><strong>Doc, J and R - Basketball practice</strong><br /><br />My husband R is a great dad to our son and he has always spent a lot of quality time with J. Together they do many special "father and son" things. While this past year has been tough (with respect to "time" due to the house building project), R still makes sure he is available to do things with J at every opportunity. Every Friday night they would go skating, usually just the two of them, and R never missed any of J's recreational hockey Wednedsay night sessions. Even when R is dead tired from working (and he is an incredibly hard worker), he still takes the time to play games with J at night, or read him a story, or make special ice cream concoctions, or just cuddle with J and watch an entire kid's movie. R is very patient with our son, and gives him "big kid" jobs around the construction site whenever he can. If R is in town, he is always out cheering J on at his basketball or baseball games - and before he leaves town, he always gives J the big "father and son" chat and reminds J that he has to take care of me, and be the man of the house while he's away. And, even in his longer out-of-town stints, R is sure to call home daily and ask J how his day has been. J just adores his dad - and naturally wants to do all the things his father does. I remember one of my friends asking J who his favorite hockey player was, and J said, "my DAD!". We just laughed - and it was not long after that when J decided he wanted to be a hockey player too!</div><div align="justify"> <br /><br /></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />R also grew up with a great father, and like J, he wanted to do the things his father did as well. From an early age, R would help his dad on his big construction projects, go on fishing and hunting (camping) trips with him, watch and play sports. R's dad coached him in hockey - and for a while, they even played on the same hockey team. R is still very close to his dad - he consults him about our building project - and his dad (and mom) are happy to come down to help us whenever they can.</div><div align="justify"> <br /><br /></div><div align="justify">My own dad is, in my opinion, the best dad I could have asked for! He has taught me so much about life, about work and working hard (I worked with him in his dental practice for over 20 years), about education, about families, people, about having a sense of humor, about respect, and about enjoying the little things in life. He has always been there for us - and he's certainly still always there for us (and our kids now!). It is so heart-warming seeing the relationship between our child and his grandparents - I never did have a grandfather because both my dad's and my mom's fathers had passed away at very young ages. My dad will be turning 77 this year - it's so hard to believe! He still is so young at heart! He still bikes, and golfs, and works hard around the property. When my dad turned 75, by youngest sister D had a surprise party for him - and I wrote this little poem:</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Well Dad, you’ve hit this milestone,<br />A special day it is,<br />You’re celebrating 75,<br />Although no one would know it!<br /><br />With three daughters you stood by<br />We knew you’d be always be there<br />You watched our sports, and coached our teams<br />There’s no doubt that you cared!<br /><br />As we grew, you stayed involved<br />You shared in our successes<br />You helped us out - and guided us<br />Through all those teenage messes!<br /><br />For many years I worked with you<br />you had a unique style!<br />I saw how patients worshiped you<br />Some travelling for miles.<br /><br />Almost daily, I still hear<br />“ Your dad, he was the best “<br />Requests are plenty from them all<br />to start a backyard practice!<br /><br />And though retired – you’re still so busy<br />with projects on the go<br />With all these women in your life<br />You never could say no!<br /><br />You directed us to take the “high road”<br />And helped to pave our ways<br />Without your guidance and support<br />We’d not be here today.<br /><br />The biggest thing that you had taught<br />Was how to treat all others<br />You’ve lived your life consistently,<br />showing kindness was what mattered.<br /><br />The past few years have been just great<br />To watch you with our kids<br />You are a special granddad Doc<br />They treasure every minute.<br /><br />So happy birthday dear ole Dad<br />We’re thrilled that we are here<br />To share with you this special day<br />and to many more great years!<br /><br />Thank you Dad, we love you!</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br />Here's to a very Happy Father's Day to all the great dads out there. I'd also like to honor and remember all of the wonderful dads who have passed away -- but still live so vividly in our great memories!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnYtLj4JcfI/AAAAAAAAATo/njdFErslQxc/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnYtLj4JcfI/AAAAAAAAATo/njdFErslQxc/s200/Mom+%26+Dad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077295306539364850" /></a><br /><strong>Nona & Doc (my parents)</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnYxKD4JciI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2MaRizx6YEA/s1600-h/Grandma.Pa.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnYxKD4JciI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2MaRizx6YEA/s200/Grandma.Pa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077299678816072226" /></a><br /><strong>Grandma & Pa (R's parents)</strong>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-74364135556157296402007-06-16T22:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:15.977-08:00Crazy Day!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTRdT4JcdI/AAAAAAAAATY/wUUROB74pCc/s1600-h/stressed+out.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076912981435576786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTRdT4JcdI/AAAAAAAAATY/wUUROB74pCc/s200/stressed+out.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today was just <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">n</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">s</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a</span><span style="color:#996633;">n</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">e</span><span style="color:#993300;">l</span></em></span></strong><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>y</em></span></strong> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">n</span><strong>busy</strong>:<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">n </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">mmmmmm</span></div></span><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">5:30</span> - woke up, showered, and finished laundry (J needs to have a clean baseball uniform)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">6:30</span> - woke J up, then dressed him for baseball<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">7:00</span> - arrived at the M.R. Hotel for Synchro Skating Garage Sale (setting-up for our 8:00 opening)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:45</span> - Urgently left for Tim Horton's as J had a very bad tummy ache and needed a bathroom -<strong><em> NOW!</em></strong><br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">9:00</span> - J throws up in parking lot of Timmy's (after the mad dash to bathroom)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">9:15</span> - deliver coffee & tea to garage sale but inform them all I need to take J home (had also bought a dozen donuts just like several other people had - so they tell us to take them home)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">9:30</span> - J returns to bed and I begin re-washing his baseball uniform<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">10:35</span> - uniform is freshly laundered (and <em>almost</em> dry) - wake J up<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">10:45</span> - J is back in damp uniform and in car headed to tournament<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">10:56</span> - arrive only 4 minutes prior to game (coach wants us there 45 minutes prior but uniform was still on spin cycle and child was still recouperating from illness which has now been put on back burner)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">11:00</span> - Game begins in pouring rain (J is playing catcher, strikes out once, gets on base once, walks once - not bad, considering he is likely sick and we are now ignoring this fact)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">12:30</span> - Game ends in pouring rain (we've lost, 7 - 0)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">1:00</span> - Drop donuts off at Salvation Army shelter, run errands, fill up tank<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">1:45</span> - arrive at home but remember we needed to stop at another friend's house (our 95 year old friend who still lives on her own)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2:10</span> - arrive at friends house but now realize we have a very low tire and therefore will need to cut visit very short<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2:30</span> - leave our friend's house to fill up tire<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2:45</span> - arrive at grocery store with full tire and buy fresh fruit and veggies<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">3:45</span> - arrive back home - put J down for another nap, unload groceries, wash ball uniform for 3rd time today (yes, we need it first thing tomorrow).<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">4:40</span> - start dinner<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">5:00</span> - wake J up, feed him dinner (still not very hungry), and dress him<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">5:30</span> - leave for church (leave food on stove for R, leave dishes on table)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">5:50</span> - Greet at church until 6:30 service starts<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">6:30</span> - check J into Sunday school and head to nursery<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">7:45</span> - leave nursery shift to finish "un-greeting"<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:00</span> - J comes out of Sunday school signed out by George (oops, I hadn't had the time yet to get him myself and sign him out)<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:15</span> - leave church only to discover that tire is now completely flat. Call husband as most people have left church already<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:20</span> - group of Youth leave church and graciously offer to help change tire!<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:30</span> - tire is now changed when R arrives. Thank everyone for their help!!!!!!<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:45</span> - see bear on our street!!!!!<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">8:55</span> - at home finally - J wants to play "Clue"<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">9:30</span> - Dad wins at Clue, everybody gets ready for bed<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">9:45</span> - Everybody is finally in bed (except me!) who remembers to feed dogs and cat, do dishes and finish that laundry<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">10:20</span> - Remember to blog, but do not feel terribly inspired.<br /></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">10:45</span> - Good night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTMUD4JcbI/AAAAAAAAATI/0eoV_fOsjc0/s1600-h/Gearing+up.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076907324963647922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTMUD4JcbI/AAAAAAAAATI/0eoV_fOsjc0/s200/Gearing+up.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTMTz4JcaI/AAAAAAAAATA/S4THWC0Z4K0/s1600-h/fixing+flat.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076907320668680610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTMTz4JcaI/AAAAAAAAATA/S4THWC0Z4K0/s200/fixing+flat.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTNcz4JccI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8HlFzwwEfbY/s1600-h/BEAR.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076908574799131074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnTNcz4JccI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8HlFzwwEfbY/s200/BEAR.JPG" border="0" /></a></li>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258283622797269919.post-41632871809863461652007-06-15T22:41:00.000-07:002008-12-11T22:05:16.522-08:00Fanatical Focus on Father's Day<div align="justify">For those who know J, he is a very bright child - full of beans - but who can have a <strong>lot</strong> of trouble staying focused (for even short periods of time) when he is not <em>completely</em> interested in something. He can easily tune out/slip out - and this is fairly obvious to anyone who sees him! Yes, he is the child in the outfield who struggles to maintain focus on the game. He is often out in "la la land", rolling on the ground, rolling his eyes, or looking over to see what he is missing on the sidelines. Or, he's waving and making faces at me rather than watching the play. It drives me crazy and I'm forever reminiding him to focus and pay attention!</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">On the other hand, when J is "into" something, he is <strong>REALLY, REALLY</strong> into something! No problem with focus - it's tunnel vision all the way (he comes by this naturally - both his dad & I can be accused of this sometimes as well). He doesn't just give it his best shot, he gives it absolutely everything he's got - which is often 200%! </div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Anyway, this week his second grade class was working hard on their Father's Day project, and it was quite apparent that J was putting his entire heart and soul into it. He did not go out to play at recess! He did not go out to play at lunch! Even his daycare provider told me that she had to wait a full 20 extra minutes after school for him because he was still working away on his project. This week he did not talk about his little classroom economy, nor did he talk about his friends. All he could talk about was his "project". You see, he was making a <em>wallet</em> for his dad! He was working very very hard on this creation -- ensuring it was absolutely perfect! He told me he was sewing it together, making slots for credit cards, a section for bills, and change, and that it would have a velcro fastener etc. etc. I told him that it sounded absolutely amazing! Then, he mentioned to me that he was making this wallet out of recycled juice boxes! You heard me! Juice boxes! For some reason, I just couldn't envision it!?! <br /><br />But alas, today I have actually seen the "final production" - and his father is going to absolutely love it, I know! He even made a membership card for unlimited hugs / no expiry date (and he delegated the task of laminating it to me at work). It is all very amazing (we'd best keep it for "good" though - I'm worried that this beautiful treasure could become completely ruined at his dad's work). So what do you think of it?</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnOC3j4JcXI/AAAAAAAAASo/-_vlJNNOPgg/s1600-h/father%27s+day+wallet1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnOC3j4JcXI/AAAAAAAAASo/-_vlJNNOPgg/s200/father%27s+day+wallet1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076545096011837810" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnOC3j4JcYI/AAAAAAAAASw/gZvODz1eE1E/s1600-h/father%27s+day+wallet2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej0PY3QvZO8/RnOC3j4JcYI/AAAAAAAAASw/gZvODz1eE1E/s200/father%27s+day+wallet2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076545096011837826" /></a>TrailerTrashedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831554628765149314noreply@blogger.com3