I went on a date with a guy from Fresh Prince years ago. Turns out he didn't have a good time.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
These are the presents from Nana and Papa, who live on the other side of the country and count on our blog to know that we're alive. These are new-fashioned cd players. They also play ipods. Who knew??
The only thing Corina asked for this Christmas was "something to help me remember Donnie". She liked this awfully much...
Nana and Papa...this video was taken for you, so you can see them opening their presents.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The kids were wrestling this afternoon. Corina usually ends up getting hurt, but she still likes to do it. This time was no different. She got hurt, but I liked it. That's because she yelled out, "OWWWW! My booty bone!"
Monday, December 15, 2008
Corina prepared a performance for me. Can you tell which ones are the real Lady Gaga?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Corina is in a children's choir, and they sang Christmas songs yesterday at City Hall. These two songs were my favourites. It's very impressive when such young kids can sing in parts. They did a great job!
Friday, December 12, 2008
These kids just picked up their instruments for the first time 3 months ago, so they're doing awfully well!
It's hard to see Max in this. Trumpets sit at the back, he was slumped in his seat, and his hair covers his face. If you're looking for him, he's pretty much centred, he's toward the back, and all you can see of him is hair. At the end I taped them as they got up to walk away, so that's the only proof he was there.
Good job Max!!
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Lady Gaga opened for New Kids, and I really loved her. Her show was very much like Alice Cooper's. Very vaudeville. It was a beautiful thing. Since then I've been listening to her music a lot, but I really like this one.
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
I'll be your girl
Backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah cause you're my rockstar
Iin between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Yes, I get that I'm a little...hmm...intense? I think it's poetic that I first heard this song at a New Kids concert.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
She was the first one to sing out of a very long program of 34 performers. It was quite a gong show really...kinda sad. But Corina did a great job.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
In the olden days, Donnie used to bring a little girl up on stage and sing to her for Cover Girl. This time around he has sexy grown up ladies on stage with him. I don't prefer it, but whatever.
This is from one of the shows in Mexico they just did. At this part, each of the girls comes up and dances for Donnie, trying to impress him. It's pretty cute. They changed it up a bit for this show, though.
If you don't want to watch the whole thing, start watching at 1:00
Yes, that was Joe. I love it.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
The picture is from 35 seconds into my video, right after he makes the cool guy face and then winks at Max. See for yourself. SEE IT!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Favourite parts -
1:00 when they transition from Single to Right Stuff...love it! In the concerts it's a transition from Single to My Favourite Girl. I don't know which one to love more.
2:05 - doesn't matter how old I get, I will always love watching Donnie grab his peen.
2:05 - the New Kids on the screen behind the real New Kids - I love that because I was THERE when they filmed that! Yeah I was.
3:20 - Brave Jordan...you did it!
4:29 - Donnie's microphone trick. Love him. I do.
Love love love it.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
My son Max:
Donnie's son Xavier:
Friday, November 21, 2008
During the show in Edmonton, Donnie sang to us and goofed around with us over and over again. Mostly I just watched the show, and I only took about 4 minutes of video total, so I didn't catch much of it with my camera.
At 30 seconds, you can see him looking just to my left. He's making that face at Max, and then he winks at him. He did that to him so many times during the show. Max loved every minute of it. Donnie made him feel very cool.
If you watch it on YouTube instead of my blog, you can click to watch it in high quality. That's my suggestion.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I'm not going to say much on my blog about my Donnie week, but I'll share some pictures. They're not from the M&G of course, because if I had pulled out a camera I would have been kicked out. The M&G was great, but everything else was much better.
Monday, November 17, 2008
We're going to have a lovely time together! Max is going to call Danny "Daddy" when he sees him, just to put a little fear into him. It's good for the heart.
Also, I need to say that I work with some of the best human beings on the planet, and I am so happy to have them in my life. That is a true story. I even hug them willingly now. They've turned me into a genuine hugger! That's quite a feat. This is a tricky and awkward time in my life, and they get that and are helping me like good people do. It's sweet.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I told Corina I was thinking that on Christmas Day I would work at the shelter and help with the dinner and such. I don't know if they do that here, but they always do it on tv and I think it's part of my new religion.
A scared whisper: "But...then you'd smell like garbage!"
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
That is slightly disgusting, so I looked over to see what disease they were talking about.
Source Yogurt. Find your source. It's actually the kind of yogurt I always buy, but now I'm only going to think of sores when I see it. I may have to switch brands. Who is the marketing genius...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Here's my other pretty baby in a pink dress. Look how tiny Corina used to be!
Sunday, November 09, 2008
We also went for pizza, where Max took many pictures. Want to know why I don't smile in pictures very often?
Because I look like my face is melting when I smile. That's my real smile, and I think that's unfair.
I love this funny picture of my Corina though. She's hilarious.
Friday, November 07, 2008
I've been looking for a hemp shower curtain for 6 months now, and finally last week we found one. Of course you can always buy one online, but I wanted to find one in a real store. And I even found it for $30 cheaper than the cheapest one I had found online, so....yay!
Here's why I wanted it.
You know your plastic, ugly shower liner that hides behind your pretty shower curtain? Other than being gross, those things are not good for you. The Centre for Health, Environment, and Justice says, "The study found that these shower curtains contained high concentrations of phthalates and varying concentrations of organotins and that they released as many as 108 volatile organic chemicals into the air, some of which persisted for nearly a month.”
Seven of these chemicals, which include toluene, ethylbenzene, phenol, MIBK, xylene, acetophenone, and cumene, were identified by the EPA as hazardous air pollutants.
Potential health effects included developmental damage as well as damage to the liver and central nervous, respiratory and reproductive systems.
My hemp shower curtain is naturally anti-fungal and anti-bacterial. It's free of pesticides and chemical fertilizers. Water does not leak through it. It will get wet during your shower, and then it will dry. No big deal. Apparently 95% of the world's ships are made of hemp, so that convinces me it's okay to get it wet. And I heard that if I lick it, I can get high.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
I was in grade three. The kids at school were talking about the fact that Santa wasn't real, and it hurt my heart. How could they talk so horribly about him? I defended him as best I could, but no one believed my testimony when I told them I KNEW Santa was real.
When I came home I talked to my mom about it. She had a funny look on her face, and I said, "He IS real, right???"
I still remember this as if it was yesterday. As if it was right now, even. She pulled me onto her lap at the kitchen table at the chair closest to the window, with my body angled to the southeast (see how well I remember?) and said, "Well….I like to think he's real."
GAH!!! She tore my heart out right then. I was absolutely devastated. You may think I'm kidding, but it was one of the most traumatic moments of my life. I believed in Santa just as strongly as I believed in Jesus. I loved him just as much as I loved Jesus. The effect wouldn't have been any different had she told me she made up the whole plan of salvation.
I told her then that I would NEVER be so cruel as to teach my children about Santa. She was sure I would outgrow it, but guess what - I DIDN'T! I never taught my children that Santa was real. We talk about the idea of Santa, but they've always known he's just a fun story we talk about at Christmas time. I believe there are more important things than a fake guy to focus on at Christmas, and I also don't really enjoy telling lies to the two little people I love most in the world. And so Santa has never been part of our life.
I also told my mom that Christmas was ruined. And it kind of was. Every year since then, and I'm talking about 25 years now, I've had a little to mid-sized ache in my heart at Christmas. I think I'm still mourning Santa. I believed in him, I loved him, I KNEW he was true, but yet he wasn't. I just really wanted it to be true. I still do. I want Santa to be real, but he isn't. That makes me sad.
So is my inability to ever fully get over it, or my sadness, or my mourning actually a spiritual confirmation that Santa is real after all?
I'm thinking then that when someone leaves their church because they've found for themselves that it isn't true either, but they feel sad about it and miss the time they believed, and they mourn the loss, it's a lot like how I feel about Santa. It's not the spirit telling them anything at all. It's just the normal feelings of loss.
If those feelings of loss made a grown adult who knows better still go around claiming to believe in Santa, that would be a mental illness of some sort. I'd have to get my DSM to figure it out, but it's definitely not a sign of a stable mind. Nor is claiming to believe in a church just because you enjoyed the time when you actually did believe. A person would have to stop thinking to do that, and that's one of the worst things a human being can do. I bet God doesn't like when we do that.
Can you imagine raising your kids to believe in something and then trying to find a way to tell them that now you don't believe in it? I mean other than Santa. I bet that would be really hard. I bet you'd feel like such an asshole.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
This post will help mothers all over the world to diagnose their children. We are heroes!
That's Jake in the red shirt. He's the youngest of 8, and so will always be 5 years old in my mind.
The other one is Barry. He the 4th kid and I'm the 5th, so that means he used to tease me ALL THE TIME. (I teased the 6th kid, she teased the 7th...except she didn't. I think we all teased the 6th and she teased no one.) Anyway - Barry used to call me a Loodydoo, and I would cry and cry. Don't even get me started on the Loodydoo in the 'Fridgerator song. I still get upset.
I stole these pictures from Barry's girlfriend's Facebook. Look how funny my brothers are! I'm pretty sure they're playing Magic Cards, Scrabble, and Chess here. Kind of all at the same time.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Max was a goth kid. He looks so obnoxious! I'm ever so grateful he is nothing like this in real life. Oh, and he told me a bunch of the girls at school kept telling him he looked hot today. Noooooooo!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The bad news is she was contagious for a full week before she got the rash.