Wednesday, October 22, 2014

What is happening?

I always feel safe here in Ottawa. But this afternoon a gunman killed a soldier then ran down the street and stormed our Parliament before getting killed himself. This is Canada. This just doesn't happen here.

Parliament Hill has always been open to the public. We as citizens can just walk in and wander those beautiful halls. It's what we are known for... an extension of that lovely and famous politeness we often get teased for, but are fiercely proud of. For that we are being punished. We may lose that openness because of this terrible act of violence. It sucks. There were so many chilling pictures. The paramedics working on the soldier where he fell... armed security running up the Parliament lawn toward the Centre Block... Parliamentarians piling up chairs in front of a door to barricade it... the shots ringing out sounding like a freaking Wild West shootout... It doesn't seem real.

Schools and businesses were (and some still are) on lockdown and we just wait. I love this city and country and when I woke up this morning I felt proud as I always do, to have been born in such an awesome country. I'm worried to see what I'll wake up to tomorrow morning. Will we be surrounded by armed guards? Will my kids have to walk through metal detectors at school? That isn't us, but I think we may be naive if we think that everything will get back to normal after this awful day. And that makes me sad.


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Blog post prompt...

Today's prompt is:

"What question do you hate to be asked? Explain."

I love to talk about myself. You know that and this whole blog proves it. I'm my own favourite subject. Not news.

What I hate is when I get asked where I'm from. On the surface it's an innocent question. But from the right (wrong) person, it becomes a loaded question full of assumptions. Yuck.

Picture it. Sicily 1945... Wait. I'm channelling Sophia Petrillo...

Picture it (and it happens like this all the time)... a cute little old lady strikes up a conversation with me. We are talking hair and food and shopping or something mundane. Then it comes:

Cute Little Old Lady: So where are you from?
Me: (knowing what she means but purposely being obtuse): Montreal.
CLOL: No, I mean where are your people from?

Look. Does it really matter? We've just had a nice conversation. Who cares if I'm Canadian, West Indian or Klingon? Why is this an important question? Will I be judged if answer "wrong"? What is the deal here?

I hate that question. I will always hate that question. Because it makes me feel like just being my sparkly wonderful self isn't enough for you. And it should be. I mean, really.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Photo Dump...

This was taken pretty close to 2:01. A swarm of them flew through the neighbourhood and the kids had a blast catching them. And quick aside... this is a red one. I took the photo because I realised when I saw it that I only see orange ones nowadays.

Thanksgiving dinner! There's nothing better than a cook-from-frozen turkey. Yes, it takes 3 hours longer but who cares when after 8 hours you get this...

Yummy, roasted juicy beast!

Rollin' with my homie. Okay, it was more of a visit with my elderly Auntie B. She came from Montreal to spend Thanksgiving with us.

Road trip! Going to pick her up.

The inside of my niece's Porsche. I'm not jealous...

A leaf. Nothing to say about it. It was just a red leaf in a yard full of yellow ones. 

That's it for the week. I'm going to try to write more in the coming weeks. It's just a matter of getting Henry off the computer before primetime when I don't want to do anything but lump out...


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

This is amazing.

Really. I have no words to describe the amazingness of this. And you know me. I rarely lack the capability to speak. But get this..


Oh my goodness, I don't even know where to start. I'll just copy part of the email I got this afternoon:


Hope you’re well!

So You Think You Can Dance, the 13-time Primetime Emmy® Award-winning show that sparked America’s fascination with dance, is set to captivate audiences iOttawa, ON as they make their stop on the live, nationwide 2014 So You Think You Can Dance Tour. We would love for you to share this news with your readers, and would like to offer you the opportunity to interview Season 11’s Top 10 finalists in advance of this show.

***Did you read that like I did? Interview the top 10 finalists? I may die.***
The Season 11 tour lineup includes the following Top 10 finalists: Ricky UbedaValerie RockeyJessica RichensZack EverhartCasey AskewJacque LeWarne,Rudy AbreuTanisha BelnapBridget Whitman, and Emilio Dosal.
Either way, p​lease let me know if you’d be interested in sharing this news with your readers, and/or an interview with Season 11 Top 10 finalists. I look forward to hearing from you.

***"If I'd be interested"? IF??***

Thanks so much!


I got this email for signing up for something somewhere as a blogger. I've been offered tickets to fashion shows and store openings but never have I ever been given the opportunity to interview anyone I admire as much as these dancers. 

Audrey and I bought our tickets for this show (8th row thankyouverymuch) minutes after they went on sale, and we have been fans of this show since season 2 (season 1 wasn't broadcast in Canada). I can't believe I have this chance. 

Now all I have to do is make sure I'm not gushing and starstruck asking the same old questions. I can just see myself giggling and flop-sweating, asking them something dumb like "have you ever farted in the middle of a routine?" UGH.

Do you watch this show? What intelligent questions do you think I should ask?


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Photo Dump!

A leaf I found today. Kinda boring but it was nearly 2:01...

Back story: we caught this little guy at my school and I wanted to release him at a nearby park. I took this photo just before a seagull swooped down and nearly took him. I chased the bird away, scooped him up in the Tupperware I brought him in and put him in a rocky area where he could hide and stay out of trouble. What a pain. But looka dat face... 

There he is eating an apple after we caught him.

Audrey got most of her braces off. Just the top teeth. It would have been all but I messed up the appointment time and she showed up an hour late. I still haven't stopped apologizing. It'll be another 2 weeks before she can bite into an apple like she'd been looking forward to. I'll never live that one down...

My dragonboat coach gets an phone upgrade thanks to our end of the year gift. I think he was the only person under 30 to still be using a flip phone.

My 1950's Housewife Storm costume is nearly complete

I can always find the TARDIS at any con.

The Moment and the Ironside... it's a Doctor Who thing. nevermind...

Wedding dress shopping with my bestie... she made me swear not to publish any photos but I'm sure she'd be fine with this. Those shoes are to die for aren't they?

These pictures sure make me look like I have a life, don't they?


Thursday, October 2, 2014

My first CD

The 30th anniversary of the compact disc was yesterday and it made me wonder what my first CD was. That was a head scratcher. I can quickly remember my first record. The first one ever was a 45 of "Good Times" by Chic. I won it in a draw at my grade 6 grad (oh god, I'm old). The first LP I ever bought with my own money was Glass Houses by Billy Joel. Yes, I'm aware.

I was buying tapes concurrently with LPs (for my Walkman, you know) so I can't remember my first one of those but I do remember buying Green Day's Dookie tape (hee... that sounds like a K-Tel product) when it first came out because I was working at a record store at the time and I could get my grubby little hands on all kinds of excellent music before anyone else.

Anyway, back to my first CD. I don't remember which one I bought but I remember which one I got. It was On The Track by Leon Redbone. It was a gift from my nephew Jeremy. I loved the fact that it had Michigan J. Frog as cover art, but what I didn't love was the fact that I didn't own CD player at the time. And didn't for almost a year after. I'm a classic late adopter especially after the betamax and the laserdisc player incidents of my youth. Boy, was my dad errr... vocal about those purchases. Back to old Leon. When I finally played that CD, I found it so weird and folky and indescribably cool. Listen...

And that's my musical history. I love everything from classical to country, from disco to Bollywood. What do you like to listen to now and what was your first CD?


Tuesday, September 30, 2014

At 2:01 today I...

was realizing that I may have to think of something else to do on Tuesdays as preschool is very scheduled and every time the alarm goes off we are doing the same thing...

Circle time. My phone interrupts the goings on and my surreptitiously turning off the ringer to take a sneaky picture is going to get old fast. I didn't realize until now that I've rarely worked at 2:01 since I've started recording it. Too bad, too. It was my easiest post of the week and the quickest to write too.

Now I'll have to give you something insightful every Tuesday instead...