Thursday, January 22, 2015

Back by popular demand

Well, back as per a single request from my oldest friend (Hi Kathy!), it's...

Haiku Movie Review!

For those who don't know (and where have you been, anyway?) Scott and I go see the Best Picture Oscar nominees. Not a really big explanation needed here, to be honest. And because I'm fascinated by haiku, I write a terrible poem about the movie. The challenge being that a haiku consists of 17 syllables and these movies are usually around 3 days hours long.

Those of you who know me or who have read these posts long enough know that my taste in movies run in the "lowest common denominator" range. Put in a couple of explosions, a spaceship or two, some superheroes, a few laughs, a bunch of monkeys shooting guns and/or riding horses and I'm so completely in. Over the summer, I watch at least one junky movie a week. I love them.

These Oscar movies are like medicine. In fact, I often wonder why I still do this. I frequently don't enjoy them, leaving the theatre feeling depressed, sad or just downright confused. Most of the time all three. I freely admit it... I'm not the intended audience for these movie "masterpieces".

That said, last night Scott and I went to see The Theory of Everything. It was a pleasant surprise that I thought it was excellent. I really enjoyed it.

So, after all that, here is my first Haiku Movie Review...

The Theory of Everything

Deserves every prize
For getting me to feel like
Stephen Hawking's hot.


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Photo Dump!

Here are some of the photos I took over the holiday. We had a lovely Christmas and New Year and getting back to work has been a real challenge. You kind of get used to eating whatever you want, whenever you want and napping at 2pm on Wednesday afternoons. Ahhhh....

Henry's birthday tree

The man himself

The cake I made. He's growing up. He didn't want a car like a few years ago or a peanut butter and jam cake of the past

The thank you cards I had made for the parents at my school

I love me some rum punch. My dad makes the BEST rum

My first selfie of 2015. Full to the brim with rum punch on NYE.

Too much excitement at my dad's

The man himself doing what he does best

Me and my brother Mikey

Another shot of the ukulele group on the ice

Coming off the ice

This is our classroom toolkit. Notice the eating utensils. I think the children's toy tools are more effective


This dress was on sale from $90 down to $15.99. How could I resist even without a place to wear it? "Oh Lucy, I'm hooooome!"

That's the last batch of photos I took.

Gird your loins, folks, it's Oscar season! Scott and I plan to see all 8 Best Picture nominees in the coming 4 weeks between now and the telecast at the end of February. Be prepared for my oft requested (okay, requested only once by by my best friend and shameless enabler, Kathy)  "Haiku movie reviews" posted here after I've seen each movie.

Stay tuned, everyone... first review comes tomorrow.


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Loving that I enjoy this so much

Being on the scary side of 40 has given me so much perspective. I feel like I've earned the right to do whatever I want and screw you if you don't like it. Which explains the fact that I do this at all.

I just need to play better. And sing better. I had to laugh... at one point I actually ran out of air. I didn't even realize that it was a thing. If it isn't, I just invented something. I wish you could learn how to sing on YouTube like I learned the uke and how to knit a hat. But whatever. I like to do this and I do what I want. I'm old, dagnabbit!


Monday, January 5, 2015

Happy 2015!

A few interesting things have come up already and we're less than a week in.

  • I'm finally getting to perform that ukulele tune on Wednesday. I may not have posted about it here, but I had been practicing the song "What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?" for about a month before the last ukulele night then on "game day" I got bumped. Not one to give up on a thing, I just kept on practicing it until the next one which is Wednesday. Let the fact that it's ages past New Year's Eve stop me? Never. Besides... I've practiced it so much over the last 6 weeks that if I don't play it, my family would have gone through all that damned plink-a-plinking for nothing.

  • This weekend, my ukulele gang will be playing the National Anthem before Sunday's Ottawa 67's hockey game. Have I practiced it even once? Well, d'uh, of course I have. I've played it through 3 times just now, I'll have you know. Heh, well, at least I know all the words. I'll fake it through the rest using what we call in the "biz" the zed chord. Which is where you wrap your whole meaty fist around the neck of the uke, deadening the strings. This will happen.

  • This next one is cool:
If you listen to CBC you may have heard the show Grownups Read Things They Wrote As Kids. It does what it says on the tin and is truly hilarious and if you haven't heard it, get thee to their Facebook page here and just click on one of the links. It's awesome. Anyway, I heard they were coming to town and signed up to read a couple of my grade 11 poetry. Awful stuff but sure to get a laugh. Unfortunately, IN MY READING IT, they won't be able to see the OVER-use of the ever-dramatic ALL CAPS!!!

If the first few weeks of the new year are anything to go by, This sure will be a fun year of putting myself out there and doing things I never EVER thought I'd do a couple of years ago. 

I know it's early but how's your new year shaping up?


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Dear Everyone,

I love you, but you aren't getting a Christmas card. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry. I hated buying a gross of the damned things, shoehorning the time between shopping and wrapping to write a personal message in each one. I was incapable of just writing "love, The Knoxes" 50 times because it was torture. Like lines at school. Back then, I'd get about 30 cards per season.

Then I moved on to sending a quick card after receiving one. Not such a great idea when 9 times out of 10 they'd arrive after the holiday. Those years I got 10-15 on average.

Today I opened my mailbox to a card. From the Mayor. Yesterday I got one from our real estate agent. These days I get 2 or three personal cards, tops.

I love getting Christmas cards. I really do. But for that you have to mail them out. What with the cost of postage nowadays, it can cost a fortune to do it, too. So it's not worth it for the tiny rush of joy that I get when I open my mailbox to something other than a bill. So don't worry about sending one to me and I won't feel guilty about shafting you. Oh, the spirit of Christmas is at work, isn't it?


Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Nothing that a fitful 5 hour "sleep" can't cure. Okay, I kid. But I do feel better after the public whine I had in yesterday's post. On to bigger and better things.

Tree is still up and naked, but I'm recruiting the kids to do it all. And not "let them put it up and change it to the way I want it later" but actually let them do it completely. I'm letting it go. I've got to remember I've got a houseful of practically adults who can help with things. And usually they're willing. And frankly, who cares if they aren't.

I was planning on a nice long informational post today, but you know what? I have no time. And I'm not going to stress about it. I'm off to make tonight's dinner (macaroni and cheese) and a cake for Friday. Fortunately, the dinner is actually to be consumed by the family... unfortunately the cake is not. Yup, still cooking for other people. This year has been bad for that. Remember the days when people had parties and did all the cooking themselves?