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2010-11-10T22:38:12Z

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wow

2010-08-06T06:32:04Z

Four months. FOUR MONTHS have gone by since I last posted.

I used to be a blogger. What happened?

Do people even read blogs anymore?

If

2010-04-09T19:22:07Z

Via Sizzle:

If I were a month I'd be October

If I were a day I'd be Friday

If I were a time of day I'd be evening

If I were a font I'd be Myriad Pro

If I were a sea animal I'd be an dolphin

If I were a direction I'd be North-West

If I were a piece of furniture I'd be a bookshelf

If I were a liquid I'd be Dr Pepper

If I were a gemstone I'd be an opal

If I were a tree I'd be an apple tree

If I were a tool I'd be sandpaper

If I were a flower I'd be a gerber daisy

If I were an element of weather i'd be a spring breeze

If I were a musical instrument I'd be a cello

If I were a color I'd be green

If I were an emotion I'd be surprise

If I were a fruit I'd be a grape

If I were a sound I'd be the sound of a sprinkler system

If I were an element I'd be xenon

If I were a car I'd be a hybrid

If I were a food I'd be cherry pie

If I were a place I'd be my bed

If I were a material I'd be cotton

If I were a taste I'd be cherry

If I were a scent I'd be cookies

If I were a body part I'd be a bellybutton

If I were a song I'd be When You Wish Upon A Star

If I were a bird I'd be a duck

If I were a gift I'd be non refundable

If I were a city I'd be Seattle

If I were a door I'd be fingerprinty glass

If I were a pair of shoes I'd be Keen's

If I were a poem I'd be the one my friend Karyn wrote for me:

Roses are red
Butter is fatty
I love you
And your mom Pattie

or maybe something from Shel Silverstein. I'm not that much into poetry.

Generation gap

2010-04-09T19:04:40Z

Here is what I have been doing. Wil and I are playing the sims together. By together I mean each on our own computers. We are doing a legacy challenge.

Briefly, the legacy challenge is 10 generations, all created in one house. The game ends the day your 10th generation baby is born. There are certain conditions (you start on a huge lot which leaves you only $1300 and no house. All traits have to be randomly selected.) and rules. You get points for certain things and there is absolutely no cheating. Which is hard for me.

This has consumed our lives. It's not a quick game. It takes many many hours to raise ten generation. You get points for being successful in things, like fulfilling life wishes, so it behooves your to raise them well.

I might be ahead in points, but Wil's family is far more interesting and tragic. First, even though traits are randomly assigned, his sims have a strange proclivity towards Evil. His sims always seem doomed in some way. Insanity seems to pop up at least once a generation in mine.

I have made it to the 5th generation. I used to have a family plot of graves out back of my house, but after having 4 different ghosts takes up most of the beds in the house one night (you can't get them off of them either) I had to move them all to the local graveyard. My sims had bad days the next day due to extreme sleepiness. Stoopid ghosts.

I'm not kidding when I tell you it has consumed our lives. We've had a bunch dinners that have consisted of sandwiches, cereal or "whatever you can find." So not a lot to blog about unless you want Peabody family updates. If you are interested, you can read about the legacy challenge rules right here.

I did do a meme today, however, which I will post right after this.

All I wanted was a pepsi, and you wouldn't bring me one.

2010-03-24T20:27:35Z

I've been trying to get back on the water wagon for several weeks now. We even have water delivered and one of those cooler thingies. I call it a "bubbler." Because of the noise. But my hand keeps reaching for the delicious diet pepsi.

With that in mind, Wm and I decided to discontinue buying any soda pop for the house. No more soda in the house would mean we would have to drink water, or water with Crystal Lite. From past experience I remember that once you are drinking 8 glasses of water a day, you tend to prefer water to anything else. I am not yet at that point.

The mornings are the worst.

I am not giving up soda entirely. We can drink it when we go out. I have taken this rule to mean it is ok for me to go out and buy a soda and then bring it home with me. It gets me out of the house at least once a day. Which is good.

This short, rather dry post is brought to you buy the fact that I am trying flex my now atrophied blogging muscles.

2010 Winter Olympic Coverage

2010-02-28T10:58:29Z

I'm not all that into it. That's my coverage. I watched a little last week. I saw Shawn White, Lindsay Vonn and the guy who won the gold in Men's Figure Skating. I can't remember his name. I remember Johnny Weir, tho. I like that kid, he's entertaining.

I talked some smack about the US - Canada quarter finals game last week. Wil and I had a contest, loser had to make dinner. But the truth was, I was only keeping an eye on the score online. I was having a Harry Potter movie marathon and Wil was playing the Sims.

I'm so happy for Canada, not only have they won their first gold during hosted Winter Games, but they've won a ton of them. Which is wonderful. But today... today is the final show down, isn't it? The US vs. Canada. Gold Medal Hockey game. Do I root for my homeland? Or do I root for my adopted home, for Canada to have, what would have to be, their greatest triumph?

What are you nuts? I'm rooting for America, baby. I am what I am. We'll see who makes dinner tonight.

First Post in 2010. Seriously?

2010-02-25T12:13:36Z

I don'r know about you, but I am REALLY looking forward to Clash of the Titans next month.

Checking in

2009-12-29T00:46:12Z

And so that was Christmas. How was yours? Mine was AWESOME! Home for the first xmas since 2006. It was a thing of wonder. I admit to being a bit worried about Wil. He's not much for holidays. In my family, we are VERY MUCH for holidays. Especially Christmas. I think I've been warning him and preparing him for years for his first Christmas Eve get-together, aka: Stocking Madness. He did great! I think he really enjoyed it. Beer probably helped. And the fact that, for us, it was a smaller group. No orphans or close family friends, only people in the family.

I got some great Christmas presents, but for me the best present was just being there. No, really, I'm serious. Shut up. The biggest surprise present was a Wii from my mom and Bob. We were not expecting that! I also got the Biggest Loser game for the Wii. Now I am going to take advantage of the Boxing Week sales to pick up a Wii fit with board.

Additionally I got a Sony E-reader, all 6 Harry Potter movies in a box set of blu-ray and my "And then Buffy staked Edward. The End" t-shirt.

But Christmas is not about how much loot you got, it's about how much sugary goodness you stuffed in your belly. It was a very Merry Christmas indeed. My pants are tight.

Merry Christmas, baby

2009-12-25T09:25:24Z

Shhhhh.... It's 1:30 in the Christmas morning. I'm waiting up for Santa. There are some things I want for 2010 and I need to discuss it with him. Like my perm res visa for one. It would also be nice if he could come down the chimeny with a big sack of jobs. I know a lot of people, including myself, who would like one.

2009 has been tough for a lot of people I love, so I'd like to ask him to deliver more joy and good luck and peace in the new year for everyone.

And I would a two bedroom apt with den, w/d and dw please.

Here's to hoping you get everything you want for Christmas.

This makes me feel strangely optimistic.

2009-12-02T23:25:32Z

via Ze Frank

Wil eating lunch at Ruby's Diner.

2009-12-02T00:36:37Z

I can only take his picture if he doesn't know I am doing it.

Leftovers

2009-12-02T00:28:30Z

Well that was a lovely Thanksgiving Holiday, don't you think?

We left Thursday morning, at 8, because I was paranoid about the border. In fact, I did not sleep a wink that night. I tried and tried, but at 5 am, I gave up and took a shower. From then on, I paid close attention to the border cams. My goal was to avoid any holiday traffic. We had one car in front of us, that's it. I don't know if it got worse later. I do know it probably sucked on Black Friday. I read somewhere that Canadian shoppers start hitting the border about 3 am to make it to the stores down in Seattle that open at 5 am. I bet the border is a mess.

Came home Sunday night. It's bitter-sweet for me. I am a person who really does not like to spend too much time away from home. I can't think of a time I was not happy to arrive home from a trip. I like to be surrounded by my stuff. My tv, my couch, my kittens, my bed. But I like the way I feel when I am down there.

I like being close to my family, especially right now. And I love that every day I had something I wanted to do or somewhere I wanted to go. There were people there who wanted to spend time with me. I am surrounded by familiar things that I've known for the past 21 years. Things work the way I expect. Like Dr Pepper at am/pm and hulu.com. (I think Wil would like to live in the States simply for hulu.com.)

I feel more alive and vibrant down there. More, for lack of a better word, liked. I guess 19 years in one city will do that for you.

Nonetheless, the kittens were ecstatic to see us. (Pru has been following me every where I go, since we got home.) My bed is the most comfortable bed in the world and it's good to be home.

American Things, besides our Thanksgiving, that Wil got to see:

Downtown Seattle at night, decorated for Christmas.
West Seattle
Bellevue Square Mall, especially Macy's.
PF Chang's for lunch.
Ruby's Diner for lunch.
Beer for sale at the grocery store.
"The Road" at a matinée price of $8.
My family and friends, although technically Louise is Scottish.
Restoration Hardware
My uncle singing Christmas carols in the fake snow at Pacific Place with his Barbershop Quartet.

He did not go to Target with me.

Happy American Thanksgiving

2009-11-26T13:25:11Z

I specify because I have two now.

It's a little early here. I didn't sleep at all last night, I figured if I made until 5, and I was still awake, I'd get up. We are heading down to my mom's this morning. I was hoping to leave by 8. I think I'll have no problem making that goal. As long as I can get Wil up and going in time.

Here is a list of just some of the things I am grateful for:

I'm able to go home for Thanksgiving this year.
Someone else is cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Yay mom!
pie
The cheap gas and the prevalence of Dr Pepper available via soda fountain that I will be enjoying for the next 4 days.
Christmas decorations.
My husband's passport, which allows him to travel with me.
The diet pepsi that is going to help me make it until I cross the border and have access to the afore mentioned Dr Pepper.
And of course friends and family... blah blah blah. Mooshy.

There is so much more. I could make a pretty long list because, for the most part, I am very thankful for my life.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving and that you eat too much pie. I know I plan to.

Take me home I-5.

2009-11-01T01:57:29Z

I wasn't back in the states more than 20 minutes before I was asking myself why I left in the first place. Oh yeah, fell in love with a boy. Man, I sure do love it here. I haven't even travelled across the bridge to Seattle proper yet. Been spending most of my time in the Woodinville - Bothell - Kirkland area. So gorgeous. All the evergreens mixed with fall foliage.

The one thing that would make it perfect is for a certain boy to be down here with me. And the kittens.

Going here helped.

I decided that the best way I could help my cousin Kirsten through this horrible time was to ease her spirit a bit. And make sure she has baby soft skin. So I am taking her to the naked lady spa on Tuesday. Where she has permission to cry all she wants to while she soaks in a hot pool for 45 minutes before someone spends another 45 minutes scrubbing the sadness and death off her. Even the sadness hiding in her butt crack. I don't know, maybe that's not what most people would do for a grieving widow. But it sounded appropriate to me.

Ok, yes, I get to go as well. But I might have some sadness hiding in my butt crack too.

We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound... our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music, in a flash of color... we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star!

2009-10-29T23:44:51Z

Wow. The blog has been silent awhile, hasn't it.

I'm leaving for Wa tomorrow. Not as expected. I'm going to be traveling down without Wil. There has been a death in my family, and it's important that I go and be with the people who need me right now. Death in the family is one of the emergencies that should allow me to travel alone, and still get back into Canada. Hopefully.

Wil does not have his passport yet, it should be arriving by registered mail on Friday the 6th. So he will be coming down on the 7th and we'll drive home together on the 8th. So I will be with my husband when I get back to Canada, however, not the entire time I travelled. Nonetheless, my lawyer said I have a good reason. Worst case scenario, I will not be let back in. At this point, I am very close to getting my VISA. It would suck, but not as much as if it were six months ago or last year.

I did receive my work permit. On my work permit it states "Application for PR status has received initial approval." PR = Permanent Residence. That works in my favor as well.

I don't feel quite as excited as you'd think I would feel. Well, one - it's a death in the family. And I am quite shocked and saddened right now. Two - I am paranoid. I think I will always be paranoid until I have my visa. I'm quite sure that Wil will get tired of all the strategizing I will do next week, via email, on his entrance into the states. "If they say this, answer that. Don't say this unless they ask. Carry X,Y and Z with you. Make a copy of that thing." And so on. Why I should worry about his entrance into the states is beyond me. Canadians come down to the states ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. Plus, he's a grown up. Maybe because things went all wonky for me coming into Canada two and a half years ago, I'm always going to be a freak about it. I hope not, because I have hopes for us going back and forth as we like many times. God forbid I turn into some kind of anal retentive freak about it.

Three, I will miss him. I always thought when I got married I would have to marry someone who is SUPER understanding because I would be FIERCELY independent. None of that mooshy stuff when one of us had to travel with the other. But it's been two and a half years of pretty much constant companionship. One time, Wil went to Victoria for a couple of nights without me. But other than that, not a day has gone by, you know? So, I'm really going to miss him. I'm already missing him and I haven't left yet. Turns out, I'm mooshy.

He, however, will probably beer drinking no pants boy parties with video games and cigarettes and no girls allowed.