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Yawn

I barely slept last night because of the gale force winds rattling the window. It sounded like a tornado and there were several moments when I clutched Shannon’s hand, convinced I would be covered in shattered glass from the window blowing in.

I actually speak from experience: when I was 7, I was in a tornado! I was born in Woodstock, Ontario, as we already know, but we’d moved away by the time I was a year old. My god parents were still there and in August 1979, my parents dropped my sister and I off at their house for the weekend. Now that I think about it, I wonder what my parents were up to? Doesn’t matter, I suppose, but there we were, playing outside on a hot summer day. Then the sky turned brown and we all just stood around gazing at it. This is my godparent’s kids, Laurie and Aiden, my sister and me. Then Auntie Linda was yelling at us, get in the house, in her crazy Yorkshire accent. We could tell something was about to happen, something big, and we all raced inside to watch out the dining room window. I remember seeing a funnel in the distance, and that was when Linda told us to all get into the basement, which we did. All the kids and Linda hid behind a La-Z-Boy chair, screaming, for what seemed like an hour (and I think even later, describing it to my parents, I told them a longer time than it actually was) while Uncle Brian raced around and tried to close all the windows. Open them? I don’t remember which. Anyway, crash, bang, boom, blow, and it was over. Their house wasn’t destroyed, but a lot of the windows were smashed and the big front bay window, in the master bedroom, was blown in, frame and all, with bricks all hanging about. Then we explored the neighbourhood to see the damage. It was scary and exciting.

That night we slept at someone else’s house, one not damaged in the storm. I don’t know who’s. Then the following night we all packed up and went home to our house, in Niagara-On-The-Lake. That was when I realized our house did not have a basement and I worried about more tornadoes coming, dreamed about being blown away forever for many years.

Last night’s storm brought me back to that place of terror and I am really zonked now. Of course, today’s my first day back to work in two weeks, so that will be fun…

The end is near

It’s a foggy evening, here in High Park. It keeps getting thicker and thicker and we can barely see our neighbouring apartment buildings. I have to say I love it, it’s spooky and romantic, sort of.

fog

Weeeee!

I love this picture that was taken by the auto-picture-taker on the Crazy Cat ride at the CNE. Across is Joan, Anika, Ari and me.

fun? wow!

Anika’s face is classic!

Woo!

I got my shirts in the mail, thanks Threadless!

shirts

They are both awesome. The skull one is super bright, with the glow in the dark fairies hidden on it. The vampire one is crazy, with the red flames and veins showing up in the sun and the eyes and teeth in the dark. Ari and I tested them both in the bathroom (I’d already tested once in my closet, where I took the pictures!) and they glow really well!

I can’t wait to wear them!

Also hung out with the babies today, they were a joy, as per usual. Didn’t take any new pictures but they didn’t mind!

All action, all the time

I sat with Em’s babies for about an hour and a half yesterday while she was in a doctor appointment. It was just me and the kids and we had fun, believe it or not. They never stop moving these days, it’s crazy, and by the time I go home I am ready for bed. I don’t know how she does it.

action

Not one picture was not blurry.

We went to the Fairview mall after, just to hang out, you know, and cause trouble. Plus I needed a new watch battery. Did you know that you can still get your baby shoes bronzed? I thought that went out with, ahem, the bronze age. My dad used to joke about getting a pair of his underwear bronzed, he’d had them so long. I loved the typo in the bronzing pamphlet. Footh? Just get one footh bronzed if you’re a total cheapskate.

ah ha

I don’t think anyone does this anymore. It’s pretty tacky, if you ask me. Of course now I am trying to think of something I own that would be funny to have bronzed.

They’re grape

I spent a couple days at my mom’s house, as you already know, and we went to the market early Saturday morning. The only thing I got there was a giant bag of grapes for $2. Oh, I got a quesadilla there too, but I ate that as we were walking. Anyway, the grapes are SO good. Real Niagara grapes, oh my, they really bring me back to my childhood. I think that was before they’d invented seedless globe grapes you get at the grocery store-which are nice too-but you can’t compare the flavour. These taste so intensely grape-y.

Mine all mine

I have no idea what kind of grapes they are, the purple ones are bigger and most likely juice grapes, maybe concords. Their flavour is so intense, and they have that texture, when they are squeezed and the middle pops out like an eyeball. The green ones might be champagne grapes, they are really small, tangier in taste and not as ’snotty’ texturally as we used to say a million years ago.

Ari tried one and spat it out. Which is good news for me!

I found my calling!

Whoop!

I think Blitzkrieg Bop may be the 15th song in, which means it’s the less than 20th time I have played drums on Rockband. I used to refuse to do it because it looks ridiculous but it’s SO fun, now I want to learn drums for real. It’s so dumb, I’ve dated musicians and even a really good jazz drummer, and never took them up on offers of lessons. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Speaking of music lessons, I visited my high school on Friday and had a chat with my music teacher/neighbour, Steve Fralick. He’s a super awesome guy and I loved seeing him for the first time in about 15 years. He didn’t even recognize me at first, which I think is more due to the tattoos (I think he saw them first and just thought, hey, I don’t know anyone with tattoos) than anything else. I mean, I used to babysit his older kids and I am not that different looking, I don’t think…

A guessing game!

Can any of you tell me what this is? Be specific, I know it’s  flowers!

flowers!

Consider them sat upon

Yesterday I got to visit the babes. They are turning into proper people, it’s so awesome to be a witness to that. Bea has 2 teeth, teeny tiny white chiclets front and centre. They went for a dip yesterday in a hilariously small pool, which they love, and then Bea got to lick the lid of a visiting baby’s food jar. Mmmm, sweet corn casserole!

De-lish!

She could make anything look good!

ps The new 90210 pwns!

What the hoo haw?

 

Liza Minelli is going to be doing a concert here in Toronto at Roy Thompson hall and until tonight, I was excited. Then I looked at ticket prices. Yeah, Liza, I am a life long fan, for sure, but you are not worth $600. You aren’t even worth $343. I still love you, and I am sad your ticket prices are not more affordable. One day I would love to hear you sing “Maybe This Time” live.

Rich benefactor who loves show tunes, where are you???

Wow.
Quite possibly the funniest picture ever. Awesome that Liza looks the best of all of them.