Friday, November 28, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

She moved toward him lithely, soundlessly in her bare feet, and her face was full of wonder. Her small hand felt his arm, felt the soundness of his muscles. And then her fingers went up to his cheek as a blind man's fingers might. And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

NKOTB on American Music Awards!!!

I'm so proud of them! They did an amazing job. Yay!

Red carpet:


Performance:
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

Very Handsome Brothers

Donnie and Max were tight from the very moment they laid eyes on each other before the concert at our Meet and Greet. Do you think this could have anything to do with it?

My son Max:
Donnie's son Xavier:
I think Donnie might be Max's father after all. Holy crap.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Donnie being cute with Max during the concert.

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

My Donnie Wahlberg and Max

I meant to put this one up too. I love it!


My New Kids/Donnie Wahlberg week

So, the Meet and Greet is the thing I paid all the money for. That's a group of ten people who get to go in a curtained area to meet the guys. You get about five minutes with them. (There were about twenty groups of ten.) It's expensive, it's not much time, but it's worth it. And you're not allowed to bring a camera, so that sucks.

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.






Eating supper and watching movies on Donnie's bus...



I am suddenly living in a fairy tale. I have never been happier in my entire life.

Monday, November 17, 2008

NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!

Well dudes, tomorrow I head off to my NKOTB concerts in Edmonton and Calgary. Thanks to my 5* VIP package, I'll be backstage with my future husband Donnie (left) and my ex-husband Danny (right).
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

Homeless Christmas

My kids are going to be with their dad on Christmas Day this year, so I was trying to think of something worthwhile to do while they're gone. I drive by the homeless shelter all the time, and I really like staring at the homeless people. (They have such bad posture!)

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.

Corina's response?

A scared whisper: "But...then you'd smell like garbage!"



She makes me proud every single day.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Find Your Sores!

I was reading during commercials while watching House, and I heard a song. Women in a commercial were singing, "Find your sores, find your sores, find your sores!"

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

A Pretty Baby in a Pink Dress

I gave birth to one last night. She came out clothed, but even so it was a very realistic dream. I hadn't known I was pregnant. I didn't have a name ready, so I had to name her the next day. The name I decided on in my dream was Jane Emily. Mostly the dream was about naming her and holding her. Totally unfair to wake up and find out she doesn't exist. I MISS MY BABY!

Here's my other pretty baby in a pink dress. Look how tiny Corina used to be!

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Pizza Hut

Fuuuuuuuun day! We went to see Lethbridge Musical Theatre's weirdo version of Joseph. Our seats were great (4th row centre) and the show was...well...weird. It was good as well, but mostly just odd. Like - there was a country song. And there was a disco song and dance. Whaaa?? I guess they wanted to make it their own. And they did.

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.
Lately, Blogger keeps posting my pictures in the wrong order. This was supposed to be Corina first, me second. It brings out my RAGE.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Hemp - not just for Woody Harrelson anymore.

Meet my new shower curtain.

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.

Goodness!

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

A tooth comes out!

Brave Corina pulled out her own tooth this time.

She clearly wasn't enjoying the blood in her mouth, but money makes everything better.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Santa Story

One of the most horrible days of my life was the day I found out Santa wasn't real. True.

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?

Well…no, unfortunately.

So.

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

Fifth Disease...the pretty, lacy rash!

After the slapped cheeks comes the lacy rash. Look how lovely/scary it is!

This post will help mothers all over the world to diagnose their children. We are heroes!
This is called a sympathy rash.

These be my brothers

I have four brothers, but these two hide from me and I haven't seen them in years (!!).

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.




Hard to believe we're all growups now.