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Introducing the New Snuggie Crowbar

October 27, 2009 at 7:35 pm | In Miscellaneous Crap, TV Season | Leave a Comment
Tags: Funny Commercials, Snuggie, Subaru commercial, Subaru Outback

Have you seen this commercial? It’s hilarious.

The first time I saw it, I’m sure I was thinking “where’s the clicker?”, then it changed and became a Subaru commercial. I laughed so hard. I thought at first I was seeing things. The tag line is brilliant too. “Maybe you should get out more”. I couldn’t agree with you more.

I wonder how much Subaru had to pay to defile the Snuggie commercial – great job though

Does anyone know anything about this ad(s)?

Busy Day

September 8, 2009 at 9:17 pm | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, TV Season, Toeses and Noses | 1 Comment
Tags: Baby, birthday, Blake McGrath, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, kids, Natalie Dormer, So You Think You Can Dance Canada, The Tudors, Toddler, Voting

Today’s my 42nd Birthday. I feel old. I look at my hands and I see that they no longer have the youthful appearance they did in my 20’s and 30’s. They’re starting to look almost ‘alligator-skin-like’ in appearance.

My bones creak and ache, especially in the morning when I first get out of bed. It hurts to walk. It usually takes a few steps (like 20 or so) before I can walk properly.

The crows feet are creeping in, despite my best eye cream. I have laugh lines, although I haven’t laughed much lately.

I weigh the most I have ever in my life, a good 70 pounds or so above my high-school weight when I used to prance around in size 5 jeans and had a boyfriend who told me I was fat and should lose weight. That was the year I lost a few pounds before my high-school Hallowe’en Dance in Grade 11. I went as a french maid. A certain DB who was the cool guy in high school started looking me over from the tip of my very high heels, all the way up my fishnet stocking covered legs and up to a very revealing bust line. His only comment was … “nice…”. Believe me, a compliment like that from DB was like having James Dean check you out.

I said to my parents yesterday that I wish I had what I have now, but ten years ago. Lexy told me today that she’s very proud of me because I’m 42. Very sweet, I think.

Lexy started Grade One today and was so very proud. She was nervous, but we found her class and her new teacher and off she went. When she got home, she told Terri that she LOVED Grade One! It wasn’t hard, they didn’t do anything! She can’t wait until tomorrow. We didn’t want to burst her bubble and tell her that the real work will start tomorrow. At least she’s not scared of going now.

I took some pictures of Lexy pre-going to school this morning. Well, I tried to anyway ….

Caity insisted on being in the picture too

I wanted just a picture of Lexy, on her first day of school, like I had taken the previous two years. Not to be undermined, Caity insisted on smiling pretty for the camera.

Caity smiling "pretty" for the camera, Lexy patient as ever.

When I told Cait that I’d stop taking pictures if she didn’t smile nicely, we got this one:

... she was trying anyway

This is about as close as we were going to get. I gave up after this one:

The trials of being a big sister

This is Lexy on her first day last year. I think Cait must have been sleeping. Lexy really didn’t have a shiner, she got bit by a mosquito the day before and she was scratching so hard, she bruised her eyelid.

My sweet girl

Can you see how much she’s grown? Yes, she was a bit closer to the door in this last picture, but she stands just about as tall as the upper lock. In the pictures above, she’s a bit further away from the door, and is definitely higher than the upper lock. I just checked the wall markings where I have the girls’ height recorded. Last year, this time Lexy was a good three inches shorter. It’s crazy how much she’s grown … !

Blake McGrath is hot. Sorry, just thought I’d throw that one in. Must be a mid life fantasy or something. He reminds me of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (Henry VIII, the Tudors on CBC), who is so very hot. Yep, I’d hurt him.

The Tudors start up in 22 days on CBC . This season is amazing. I watched it earlier this year on the internet, can’t wait to watch it on the big screen.

We need new windows. We have those old, antiquated single paned glass kind that slide back and forth and keep absolutely nothing in or out. It will be nice to actually be warm in the winter and not feel any drafts when you walk past a window.

My husband brought me a beautiful bouquet of 12, count-em 12 long stem red roses to work. Gorgeous. It’s reasons like this that I keep him.

’nuff said.

Stuff and Such

August 13, 2009 at 9:33 am | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, TV Season, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a Comment
Tags: kids, Baby, Toddler, Swimming Lessons, Toddler Talk, Toddler meltdown, So You Think You Can Dance Canada, CKD, IgA, nephrophy, PD, PD Catheter

We started swimming lessons this past Sunday. Lexy loved it, Caity thought we were placing her in a pot of boiling oil and sharks were going to eat her toes. In other words, she wasn’t too pleased with the whole thing. She liked being in the water as long as I was holding her close to me. We couldn’t bounce. We definitely couldn’t put her on her back – don’t we understand that Toddlers simply don’t DO that?? Such indignities should not be thrust upon a youngling. The only way I could get her to do her ‘tricks’ was to promise to let her play with toys in the water if she was good. Usually at the end of the session when we go to the kiddie pool, they get to play a bit. Not this time. Cait did her tricks for nothing. Apparently her Mother lies. *sigh*. We’ll try again this week, maybe we’ll be more successful. Lexy started off the same way, the whole boiling oil approach and now she thinks she’s Ethel Merman. Mind you, it does produce some very nice naps. I guess there is some good that comes out of all that flailing around in your attempts to save yourself when your Mother is so clearly trying to let you drown…

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Caity’s growing up. Her vocabulary is expanding every day. She no longer says “backers” instead of “crackers”. She’s determined to put her own shoes on. She still thinks the potty is full of alligators. She’s determined to have he own way or she’ll throw a fit faster than anything I’ve seen … seriously it’s like “Caity, don’t do that …” three, two, one, meltdown!

She walks around saying she misses us all the time. Yesterday she said “I miss Daddy”. I pointed to the couch and said, Caity, he’s right there. “Oh.” she said and walked away. He picked her up from Daycare too yesterday, so it’s not like she didn’t know he was home.

Crazy kid.

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At least “So You Think You Can Dance Canada” is back on …

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I’ve been cleaning (read: decluttering) my house for the past two weeks. Donna comes tomorrow and I can’t wait! Thank you again Sarah and Carly! If Donna doesn’t mind posing, I’ll post some pictures of her up to her elbows in muck. Poor thing, I don’t think she knows what she’s in for… I just hope that she’s seen houses worse than mine. Thank you again everyone, this means so much to us.

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I’m ready to crack I think. I feel like Humpty Dumpty on that brick wall. I’m precariously perched and need to be very careful not to fall. Most days I feel like screaming until I’m hoarse. I can’t. Most days I feel like staying in bed all day. I can’t. It doesn’t help when you hear your husband talking about his own mortality and how he figures he’ll only live to be 49 when he will have used up all those borrowed organs. He’s scared, I know it. I’m scared, I know it. Some days I feel like running away. I know that if I did, I’d be back in an hour so it seems pointless. I need a break. I’m heading to Québec right after Labour Day for a work function. It is taking place at a spa hotel and oh-my-god the services look heavenly. The first day we’re there is my Birthday. I think I will treat myself to a massage and pedicure if I can get away from the boys long enough. They’ll be in meetings anyway. Then I think they should take me to dinner and get me drunk. I’ll see how successful I am. Alex is off that week looking after the kids. He just realized I’ll be away for my birthday and gave me shit about it last night. It’s also Lexy’s first day of Grade One(!!) and I may miss that too. I think that’s more important. I told him we never do anything for my birthday anyway, so what’s the big deal. He grumped. I told him we usually end up at Ribfest on my birthday and that’s something I’ve always hated doing – not exactly the way I wanted to spend my 40th birthday anyway. I don’t mind going on another day, but not then. Thankfully we have wonderful friends who went for dinner with us two years ago.

Just keep thinking … mud wrap … full body massage … spa-pedi …. and cocktails…. Now THAT’s what I call a birthday!

I’ll miss the girls though.

*sigh* I can’t win.

I think I’m going to get all my hair cut off tonight. I have an appointment at seven and I’m going to lose at least four inches (wish I could say that about my waistline) in a matter of minutes. My stylist always says when I sit down, “Jennifer Aniston called and she wants her haircut back”. I get the same cut time after time. Hint taken.

In two weeks I’m scheduled for the colouring. Might go pink, not sure yet.

I need a change…

That’s One Mystery Solved Anyway…

July 7, 2009 at 7:32 pm | In Caityisms, TV Season | 1 Comment
Tags: kids, Toddler, Toddler Talk, Toddler speak

For weeks now Caity has been running around the house singing (and I use the term loosely) the following:

“Chown Cown, Chown Cown. Here … Come”
“Chown Cown, Chown Cown … here. Come”
“Chown Cown, Chown Cown, here come!”

You have to remember, she’s just over two years old and remembering lyrics is not necessarily her strong suit.

For the life of me, I had no idea what she was talking about. I’d ask Lexy but at first she didn’t know what song it was. Finally last week she said “Oh Mom! I know what that song is! It’s the Town Clown song from The Big Comfy Couch“. Then she sang the proper lyrics to me:

“Town Clown, Town Clown, Let’s go see Town Clown”

Finally. Mystery solved. Alert the Press.

Adam Lambert the “Cat”

May 12, 2009 at 10:04 pm | In American Idol Island, Miscellaneous Crap, TV Season | Leave a Comment
Tags: Adam Lambert, American Idol, American Idol Island, Can't Sing For Sh*t, Danny Gokey, Simon Cowell, Voting

I’ve been watching American Idol Island pretty religiously this season. I haven’t always agreed with the judges, in fact, I’ve rarely agreed with the judges. It seems like every time I think a song is awful (especially as ‘interpreted’ by Adam), they think it’s the most brilliant thing since sliced bread. Even tonight I was left shaking my head as I watched Adam ruin sing “One” by U2. I, along with Simon, agree that it’s one of my very favourite songs. Ever. When Adam took the stage and started singing, at first slow and soft (which seems to be his style), I thought “not bad”. Then he started screaming and I swear, the hackles at the back of my neck raised. I think Simon owes Bono an apology that begins like this: “Dear Bono. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry…”

As I watched Adam progress through the weeks, going from strength to strength, one thought had occurred to me. He would make a fabulous Rum-Tum-Tugger.

The Jellicle Cat

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

He has the voice. He has the stage presence. He has the Cattitude. He has the larger-than-life acting ability. He has the nice bod that would look great in those catty-tights, me-ow!

Seriously Adam, forget Idol and go straight to Broadway. They need you.

Next week they’ll again crown the King of American Idol Island. My money’s still on Danny. It would be a great disservice if he didn’t win. Go Danny go!

Critic…

May 1, 2009 at 11:07 pm | In Caityisms, Miscellaneous Crap, TV Season | 1 Comment
Tags: Baby, kids, Toddler, Toddler meltdown, Toddler speak, Toddler Talk, Toopy & Binoo, Treehouse

Lately when we’ve been watching TV, and a commercial comes on, Caity in all her wonderful toddlerness proclaims:

“No like it show, Momma, no like it.”

“Caity, it’s a commercial.”

“Oh.” She says knowingly. “Toopy Binoo Momma?” she asks hopefully.

“No Caity, we’re watching (insert name of current program here) right now.”

“Oh.”

The show comes back on. Caity looks pensive.

“No like it show, Momma!”, just in case I didn’t hear her the first two times.

“Caity, Mom’s watching TV right now.”

“NO. LIKE. IT. SHOW. MOMMA!”.

*sigh* Toopy & Binoo it is.

Since when do two year-olds get to control the TV remote?

Like it show, Momma!

Happy Anniversary to Me

April 29, 2009 at 8:21 pm | In American Idol Island, Miscellaneous Crap, TV Season, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a Comment

I was checking the stats on my blog’s dashboard when it occurred to me that it’s been about a year since I’ve started. When I check back, I see that it was exactly one year ago today that I wrote my first post.

The hits started off slowly, but eventually they grew. Any time I write about American Idol Island, I get a lot of hits. Especially now, with Adam Lambert leading the pack … So here I go into my second year, some 2,000+ people have viewed my blogsite. I’ve captured laughter and tears and a lot of everything in between. I’ve written countless posts about my kids, my life, my love. Some of the posts were written while angry and then deleted; some were written in the middle of a laugh attack because one of the kids did something especially funny. I’ve even reviewed movies, television, shampoo, and commercials.

I’m sure I’ll have more to write about later. Perhaps I’ll pen the story about ‘Super Bunny’ one day …

Thanks for reading. It’s been fun.

Is That His Head or an Egg on His Shoulders?

April 15, 2009 at 10:08 pm | In American Idol Island, TV Season | Leave a Comment
Tags: American Idol, American Idol Island, Can't Sing For Sh*t, Danny Gokey, David Archuleta, David Cook, Jennifer Hudson, Ryan Seacrest, Scott MacIntyre, Simon Cowell, Voting

O..K.. Is it just me or does Ryan Seacrest have a very small head?

I noticed this season that when he stands next to a lot of people, his head looks too small for his body.

On American Idol Island tonight, Jennifer Hudson was standing next to Ryan after her performance (which was great, by the way) and his head looked tiny! Jennifer’s head looked very proportional, but seriously, what’s up with Ryan?