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28 December 2009 @ 08:42 pm
Okay it's rare I find something DELICIOUS that won't make me sick. So, here's the latest:

SAFE PIZZA (safe as in it won't bother me even though I'm lactose intolerant, can't have tomato or cream sauce, and don't eat red meat):

Take one large flatbread from your nearest grocery store, and brush lightly with olive oil (it's lovely with garlic-infused oil!). Cut up veggies that you love...I just put a ton of mushrooms and red peppers, cut into chunks. Sprinkle with parmesan cheese, and crumble a good amount of goat cheese on top.

Cook in a 350 degree oven for 12 minutes, or until the crust begins to brown and the veggies are done.

You guys...this is SO good I'm salivating writing about it right now.


I can eat pizza again! The cheeses are very low in lactose so I take a couple lactose enzyme pills and I'm good to go.

If you try it, enjoy! It's wonderful, and I don't even miss the sauce. :)
Current Mood: happyhappy
24 December 2009 @ 04:11 pm
While standing in the Zellers checkout line with Jim and my brother today, the overhead speaker crackled and the store manager came on and introduced himself. Then he said something very similar to the following:

"Folks, this is not a Hallmark moment. We have an unethical person shopping with us in the store today. I have a lovely couple here with me who have just had their iPod Touch and their wallet (which, and I'm going to be honest with you here, folks, had $700 in it, which was their rent money) stolen. This is just freakin' awful, that's what it is, that this lovely young couple, who is standing next to me here, and the girl is crying, has had their money stolen on Christmas Eve.

So I'm making an appeal to everyone in the store - and to the person who took these things from these lovely people who are crying because their rent money has been stolen, which is just freakin' unbelievable, truth be told. We don't want to prosecute anybody; we just want these items returned on Christmas Eve."

Jim and I were staring at each other incredulously the entire time. The second time the guy said, "freakin'", we had to hold in our giggles. The rest of the people in line looked at us as though *we* had stolen the crying couple's things.

From the woman behind Jim (loudly): "WHAT'S AN iPOD?"


Jim and I talked quietly about how you'd only hear that type of announcement in Nova Scotia, and chuckled quietly to ourselves.

We were walking out of the store when the speaker crackled again, and the manager came on to give an update. Apparently, though the money and iPod had not been returned, many store customers and staff had come forward to offer money to the couple, so the store had set up a stocking for donations, and the manager put $20 in himself and encouraged everyone to come and give what they could.

Instead of chuckling this time, I wished silently that this type of behavior was more common.


Update: Mom told us later that night that in under half an hour, the shoppers and staff members of Zellers had donated more than the stolen $700 to the couple. Cool.
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
27 September 2009 @ 09:12 pm
Liam went to a friend's birthday party today; he's from his daycare and he turned four. Jim dropped him off and stayed a while to chat with the adults.

He called me later to tell me a cute story.

There was a clown at the party, and for the most part, Liam ignored him. He hid under the table, ate chips at the table, and busied himself quite contentedly. Finally the clown, who had been speaking entirely in French, tried to engage Liam, who continued to avoid eye contact and pretend the clown wasn't there.

The parents suggested the clown speak to Liam in English:

Clown: Liam! Do you speak English?

Liam: OUI!

The room burst into laughter.

Clown: OH! Wait...what language do you speak again?


He couldn't have been funnier if he'd been trying.

Current Mood: amusedamused
11 August 2009 @ 06:34 pm
Caleb was being his over-exuberant self at the dinner table, as per usual. I asked him to be quiet. He said, "okay", and started talking again.

So I said, "Caleb, let's SEE if you CAN be quiet!"

His eyes lit up. A challenge!

It was beautiful. He was quiet. It was like a miracle. Don't get me wrong, he still used gestures to express himself (somehow he managed to tell me he was eating unicorns and rainbows), but nary a sound escaped his lips.


Aidan and Liam were finishing up, and Caleb started gesturing wildly and trying not to giggle. No matter how much I begged him to SAY OUT LOUD what he needed to say, he insited on his wacky sign language. Here's how it went down, y'all:

(Caleb draws an "I" in the air)

Me: I?

(he nods emphatically)

(he draws a W)

Me: W!

(he draws something else)

Me: e?

(he draws a D)

Me: WED?

(shakes his head, stifling a giggle, and draws the "W" again)

Me: What? Another W? The same? Are you starting over?

(he points at his eye)

Me: W, I???

(he sighs, frustrated, and draws an "I")

Me: Okay, you're starting over? I don't need you to start over! I know "I" and "W"!!!

(he smiles and draws an "I", and gestures for me to say it)

Me: I.

(he draws a "W")

Me: *sigh* W.

(he draws something)

Me: A?

(shakes his head no)

Me: O?

(nods and draws a D)

Me: WOD?

(throws his hands in the air and draws an N)


(tries not to laugh, gestures like he's cleaning the slate...and draws a freaking I)

Me: NOOOOOOOO! Don't start over!

(looks pleased with himself and draws an I)

(Liam wants me to feed him his last bite. So I do. And I miss a bunch of letters. I note that Caleb is waving wildly)

Me: CALEB! I can't look at your letters and feed Liam, too!

(this time he laughs out loud. Then he draws an I)

Me: I!!!


Me: W, already!


Me: O? O!!!!!


Me: N.


Me: Wond...wonder? WONDER?!? I wonder!

(looks very excited, nods, and points to all of us)

Me:...um...WHO? I wonder who...?

(rapidly spells out D, I, D)

Me: I wonder who did...?

(looks VERY excited and spelled, T, H, A, T)

Me: I wonder who did that? I wonder who did WHAT?

(by this time Aidan and Liam have left the table.

(Caleb looks sheepish and blows a raspberry)


(laughs loudly)

Me: You farted several minutes ago? At the dinner table? And this ENTIRE TIME HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL ME THAT?

(loses control and giggles himself out of his chair).

Yeah. So Caleb? He farted.

20 June 2009 @ 09:44 pm
25 May 2009 @ 08:43 am
It takes a special kind of love to write Happy Barfday on a cake for someone.
I guess my sister-in-law had a sorta rough time getting the store to write it on the cake.


Jeff's got great ideas, hm?
21 May 2009 @ 06:49 pm
17 March 2009 @ 10:29 pm
Okay for some reason I felt compelled to watch American Idol this season. I've loved Adam Lambert from the start. When they said tonight's episode was COUNTRY-focused, I was like, shiz. I thought he'd be lost.
I'll tell you what: his performance is the only one that's ever motivated me to VOTE, and it's been busy for half an hour.

I love that guy.
14 March 2009 @ 09:03 am
In a month and a bit I'll be 34.
I remember when I was a kid and 34 seemed so old. I remember feeling bad for my Mom. I thought her life was over - I mean, after 34, what is there?

I'm not going to lie to you and say I don't feel it. I need more sleep. I more easily fall victim to aches and pains. And once in a while, a quiet desperation comes over me as I wonder, am I doing this right? Could I be doing better? Is it getting too late?

But I will say I feel better than I have since I was a kid. Somehow, during the child-bearing years, my body thought it was right to weigh about 55 pounds more than I do now. Maybe I needed it to sustain that life growing inside of me, and to usher that life into this world. Maybe. Maybe I was depressed and had given up on myself. Maybe I sacrificed too much to be a good mother. I don't know. But now, despite the new lines in my face, and the increasingly significant effect gravity seems to be having on my person, I look better than ever. My body shows the efforts I put into taking care of it, and my spirit does too.

But most significantly, I continue to evolve as a person. Can you believe it's taken me nearly 34 years to realize that I do deserve to be loved? To be cherished, taken care of...to be HAPPY?

That realization has prompted change in me. First, internally...what a revalation! I need love! AND...I deserve it! Now, I'm going to work on reflecting that in my life. I want to surround myself with people who are kind. It sounds so simple, but it means so very much. I don't want to fight.

I don't want to continue to settle because something in me says it's all I deserve.

I think that's a good start. Took 34 years to get me here. I wonder how long it'll take to make the changes I seek to make?