The life of wee

Oh for many moons we have tried....

2007-04-02T00:02:00.000-05:00

To do ANdrew G's face transformer. Oft times on a night filled with boredom, Jason and I would search out Andrew's blog for the face transformer. excitedly, we would search in our computer archives to find a fab face shot and press the transformer button....and NOTHING ....zip, diddleysquat, nada, rien, mas que nada, not a blip of luaghter would be shed upon our efforts. We would drag our dismal behinds off to another timewasting site, disappointed by our plight once more failed...that is......until tonight......EUREKA!yes tonight we are black, we're white, oooh (crotch grab, whose bad?), we're black we're white, yeah! and Asian, my fave - afro-carribean and BABY!! Jason's fave, ape man...look and puke :0)Oh and if you wanna do it yourself....http://morph.cs.st-andrews.ac.uk//Transformer/

2006-12-11T23:49:00.000-05:00

Dove

music, France and lovely juvely stuff in life

2006-12-02T18:52:00.000-05:00

OK so it has to be said LIFE IS GREAT!No at this moment admittedly I am knackered since we just had the 100th conference of 2006 but happily that's it for this year - hurrah! SO I changed my song becuase this great little diddy was recorded in Studio 55 by the Hottest man on earth....and he's MINE - all mine forever and ever (yes forever cause we already asked Mr God for a mansion in heaven together - none of this no hubbie in heaven crap!). Oh and yeah the fabU composer/performer is a pal of ours - you should add his songs to your myspace too cause, well the boy's got talent! You might think, hmm COldPlay...or Ben Harper or the coolness of Imogen - well here's the truth the boy's been playing sweet sounds like this long before Coldplay even made it to American ears - ya, he's that cool. So getting back to the title... i'm going to France in 2.5 weeks Agggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg I am so stinkin' excited.....pain au chocolat, yummy food cheap wine, my husband and the foreign land and language that I love!! 'm actually more excited to go to France than I am to go to Ireland apart from the obvious pleasure of all the fab people in Ireland - duh. Nothing in France can compare to that - it almost does, but nah. And the lovely juveley stuff. well this time 2 weeks my sister and b-i-l will be here - hurrah - life is stinkin' brilliant OK toodles, I'm off to write some Chrimbo cards (am sending only like 6 this year ...just cause!) hugs galore (if I know you..), oh OK, if you need a hug and I don't know you, you can have an appropriate and loving hug too :0 PS Dave, my mate left.....sorry for the delay in posting....oh that's right you haven't posted in a year!! I sya that not to be sarcastic (well maybe just a little) but mostly to say DAVE come BACK to bloggerville, either that or come to Jersey so we can have some of your craic!!! Let's have a cheeky pint! Gues I'll have to write a blog about the most fabulous time I had with my mate Roisin....maybe after I recover from the millionth conference of 2006

MY best Friend from home is here!!

2006-11-12T17:37:00.000-05:00

So cheerio - I'll be shopping and starbucksing for at least a week - don't expect to hear from moi!! toodles! G

Spell check anyone

2006-10-22T22:35:00.000-05:00

I'm suuuuuure you've noticed that my spelling is appalling ..... some of it is due to typos....yes tis true, others, well dang even thought my grammar is pretty decent, my spelling gosh dang it is simply horrific....and the thought of ahving to trail through my blog and re-read it to look for such errors (I mean have you seen the length of the blether I write sometimes? exactly, not exactly a 100m dash,, more like the longrun (but scenic... hopefully!)Anywas, simply said...how the heck do you do spell check on this blog thing. PS for all those who say "there's simply no excuse" You are right, and my mother did try to buy me a "learn spellings" book when I was 10 (oh the embarrassment - so I vehemently resisted (stubbornass, or proud peacock, one might suggest - oui, c'est vrai). Thankfully for moi, tis the modern era of computers and spell checks...if one actually was educated in how to find the damn thing! toodles people, time to go over to the other side....myspace hee hee Smooch Gillian PS 2 posts in 1 night..must've needed refelction or blether time!!

Can you say "Awoch"?

2006-10-22T22:04:00.000-05:00

Yes people, I am on a fitness kick again - you would've thought a fitness kick would have ideally fallen in Spring.....the preponderance of bikinis and all that jazz, but no, amid the entry of wooly jumpers and clothes that hide a multitude of sins...I am back, and by that I mean at the gym! yes week one started out with decent presence...there perhaps three times, but the classes were woosey. This past week was much more successful. Sunday I went for a nice wee self-motivated workout - reasonably leisurely - t'was the day of rest people - come on give me a break. Monday I risked a Step calss...not just a beginner's class but a pro-class - yes well let's just say that I didn't discover a once hidden talent...but I did get to look many people in the face when I failed to get the gay 80s move down and sadly I think the class worked by brain out more than my body - boo, aint goin' back to that one in a hurry 0) But hurrah, then came Thursday... a last minute "oh what the heck, let's get this body toned" whim took me to "Power pump". Now one might have been slightly enlightened by the rather weightlifter type...women in the class...and then all the funky gadgets and various weights piled beside their "area"...but all enthusiastic, I bastled ahead, seeking weight advice from my workout counterparts....oh my gosh people, let me cut to the chase and just say a 60+ year old teacher - Damn was she hardcore. I was literally trembling like a leaf towards the end of the class and yesterday - gagh! If Jason even lightly squeezed my arms or thighs I whinced and flopped in a pile of rag dollism. It was like being given the most horrendous dead arm/leg. But satisfied - oh my gosh yes, I am like on the top of the world - I am on my way to becoming Fitness Princess....Ok, so a little too enthusiastic - 4 gym days in one week, I am happy but must keep up the pace :0) Tomorrow it's kick-boxing and from what I hear, Mario puts you thru your paces, none of this airy fairy kick boxercise that I've all to often stumbled into, oh please oh please oh please let there be kick pads and gloves to punch with hurrah So long folks, when I return to visit you'll be accusing me of having had muscle scuplting surgery ..like about 40% of the other women in the class - I know totally NO FAIR - gagh!

What can u do with a drunkedn sailor, what can u do with a drunken sailor, what can u do withg a drunken sailor early in the morning

2006-10-18T21:32:00.000-05:00

humm, don't know how that random song arrived in my head-song-space but it did, but now it's out and hopefully there it shall stay :0) Well my husband is just fandabbydosey! He's away again tonight, sigh...do you know in the last two weeks Jason has been away from my side I think about as much as he has in our whole marriage previous to these last few trips! Golly gosh - but thankfully this is not a new pattern - en el nombre de Jesus - just a few adventures that could not be missed. First reason 1 why my husband is so fandabbydosey..... For absolutely NO reason at all, he buys me an anniversary card and a pressie (now the anniversary card I suspect may ahve been a random one at the store that had lost it's enveloppe - but heck , he was able to use the otherwise ready for the bin card and find a relevant tag line...."celebrating the 3rd anniversary of our adventure in ireland" Yup, that's right folks, this time three years ago, Jason and I went to my home town for the first tinme as a married couple...not that exciting but still, kudos to the boy for being creative...... Then along with the somewhat cheesy for old people but thoughtful card, came , yum, yummy, and yummalicious...beautiful beaded earings to adorn my lobes with - hurrah - a pressie for no apparent reason - happy days :0) Other resons of current relevance why my hooband is so flippin greta: With a keen eye for detail and a creative mind set loose, he's been delving into the world of film. Now Jason if you didn't know, once considered an education at NYU for film production.. Sadly at that time for various family reasons, it never quite took place. However, not one to let lapsed time get the better of him.. he's benn diving in head first tot he world of the creative eye. Fist starting with a bit of filming here and there for local events, then the more exciting current accurences..... my buddy (my answer to prayer!!) Melliena, who was recently imported from Holland as the bride of one of the yanks here at church. When I say imported, there was nothing dogy to the nature of the event, simply love ....anyways, that's beside the point (maybe I'm fraught with horrible immigration paranoia!!)....as I was saying, Melliena, who is an award winning documenary producer/director from Holland has noticed Jason's creative eye and involved him in a couple of projects - hurrah!! So a fortnight ago, Jason jetted off to Cincinatti with her and a camera guy to interview Nick (father of George) Clooney reagrding the recent occurences in Darfour. What an opportunity!! Well sadly the event was somewhat more eventful than Jason would have liked for after 4 hours of delays, he managed a small 5 hourws of sleep (after a week of overtime to be able to get away for this adventure).......a successful day of filming was to lead to a simple flight home and a sweet night in the arms of his lover (ahem,, yes of course that would be me - duh!!). Alas, it was not quite so....as the sleepy Jason sat in the gate lounge of the terminal building, his fellow passangers slipped onto the plane and homebound......Jason double alas was sound asleep. Hang on a minute, what about the "Could the last remaining passanger, Mr. Jason Schuler" please proceed to the boarding gate immediately" call. Ya, nope that didn't happen, nor did the attendants think to prod the one sleeping passanger sleeping on a chair in the very ickle departure lounge in case it should be the already checked in 20-something passanger they were expecting. Boo, so poor jason woke up (randomly...with no help of a voice seeking him out over the tanoy) and realized he was all but alone in the departure lounge....he ran to the departure gate.,..which was a mere 8 steps in front of him only to be told "sorry sir the gate's closed"... Jason: "but the door is still open, I could run" Air Hostess walking to the gate door, closes it, turns to jason "Actually sir the gate is now closed"....grrr@@ So my beloved stood in line at customer services for an hour only to be directed to a telephone to fight his battle over the phonw. Hurrah, he was kindly changed to the next flight out...the next morning....sigh.....more time away from his beloved. Anyways, he got home safe and sound, sleepy and tired but safe and sound and Melliena liked his shots and saw much more creativity in them than she did in the actual guys that was hired for the interview! Ha, Jason paid his own way and went along for the experience and voila - what a fandabbydozy husband he is. I love my husband....I also love my sleep, so I'm off, to sleep without my beloved husband, but sleep I shall and in the morn' he shall return to me :0) Cheerio folks, sleep well :0)

stuffed dilddly umscrumcious...

2006-10-14T20:13:00.000-05:00

Ahhhhh breathe...nope, I cannie, there's simply too much food in my tummy. we have a guest you see the fantabulous soon to be more famous than Brangelina (and jah, not for the same reasons duh!) Charlie Newell! we played a fun wee trick on my hot hubbie.....it's called 5 weeks of planning! Charlie popped off the train and I hustled him into the boot (trunk for the N.Americans among us..) and drove him a wee distance up the road to home. where I entered our wee house with two very empty grocery bags (with much puffing and panting...pretending they were exceedingly heavy) and coerced Jay-dawg to help me get the rest from the boot! hee hee Jason, (lost in Macville - quelle surprise!) let out some noise which I interpreted as "yeah, I'll go but my brain will still be sitting here on front of my mac, OK?" and I followed slightly behind. Upon opening the trunk a large and ugly bleeting lamb noise erupted and Jason just a bout fell over and ran and peed his pants all at the same time....desired effect reached :0) So C-dawg is here to play - they boys went off to beat downb supposedly dead trees in the forest while I went to the mall. We all ate delicious Talapia Bourgignon (spelt wrong - shame on me as a French Major!!) and brownies a la mode...yummy ! Tomorrow I shall send the two of them off to NY State for some camping delight...they have been trying to work out the best place to meet a bear....yeah, it's true, they are NOT normal ..or then again, maybe they are normal...for boys that is.....hummm, anyways. I think I shall quite miss my husband, for he has been away a lot recently and I really miss him, though I think the fun derived from camping will be a benfit for all and maybe Jesus will send me some money for the mall cause apparently as I miss Jason, the Mall misses me :0) So long sweeties, I shall post again some day....when I work up an appetite.. oh and did I mention that Wildgoose and MIP were here last weekend - yeah losts of friends fun..I miss my good old buddies - wah! huggle Gee

Especially for Adele (and all others with an appreciation for all things home decor!)

2006-09-18T22:20:00.000-05:00

For all those wondering just HOW delicious my new kitchen is and what colour actually made it to the walls.......Voila!! I am soooooooooooo elated...and will be even more delighted when the rest of the house returns to normal.....only then shall I post more pics of the rest of the house :0) Cheerio for now...Adele, any signs of wee Richards breaking out from hiding?

the madness derived from a patient man

2006-09-15T22:47:00.000-05:00

Heeeelllllloooooooooo dahlingzzzzzzzzz, how are you? Well I know, one has been somewhat absent ....again from Blogland. Why? Well 1st cause we've been doing up our kitchen ..and when I say doing up, I mean , rip the old crap outta there and begin again. Of course, I made a rather handy aquisition...whilst in Canada, I married myself a HOT American carpenter - ooo er and he's been sweating in my kitchen to brin me culinary pleasure...well, as of tomorrow that is, cause rthe kitchen's been unusable for 4 weeks! Yes my diet has consisted of rather weird and unwonderful things such as Frankfurters, cereal, (I am going to puke if I eat another ham sandwich), more cereal, popcorn and whatever is quick and easy...even tried a "TV dinner" I think they call it. well, it's tried, s I don't have to do that ever again. I managed to pursuade hot talented husband to let me paint the kitchen Fire engine red. The paint I chose was exterior red paint (high gloss) which apparently won't work, I reluctantly took it back and had them mix me a tres demure alternative...it's not quite what I had in mind, but I love my handsome husband too much to make him suffer the "Ghastly" yes I think the American actually used that word before catching himself and saying, but if you really like it.... ha ha. Yes I wanted retro red and he, he thought a nice taupe would be good.... we are so very different when it comes to colouring our house. I choose duck egg greeny blue or turquiose for living rooms, Pistachio green for bedrooms, and well He likes....Cream. Yes, well. Anywas back tot he reasons. Have you noticed that my blog has a layout mind of it's own? This annoys me immensely... so reason 3. I moved to myspce after being pestered by many of the 20-something and younger crowd. I like Mysoace, I am almost considered computer savvy there, but alas, it lacks the interesting novelists of Myspace...such as Dellerama and even though I really don't know her very well but laugh my ass off at her blog, Shannon Coates. So bloggers in closing, I will explain the title. My super (pronounced suooooopa) talented husband has been playing with the G4, no sorry, he corrected me, a Mac Book Pro, he thinks...2,16....with Final Cut...oh he just informed me it's actually, hang on a ....2gigahertz intel core duo? SOmething like that...aslo known as blah blah blah blah blah (with excited tones). Yes he's editing a little something something for Church on SUnday and he's been at it in every spare moment (which was most of today while I pondered the compromising of my fave paint colour)...the Madness comes in when one recognizes the same 2, yes 2 phrases that have been played over approxmately 100 times (I kid you not!) again...... So long farewell, I think I will lure him away from the MAC :0) Love to you all and advice is welcome on how to fix my blog layout! Otherwise find me on www.myspace.com/weechaichick_dirtbikeboy

Love langs

2006-08-20T17:14:00.000-05:00

No surprises here ...I followed AJ's blog who followed Sarah H's bog - thanks chicks.

Humm, I do have to say that some were really hard - sometimes both were equally appealing - definately depends on what mood I'm in - what can I say I'm a nice amount of high maintenance lady - keep him on his toes just a wee bit!

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably Quality Time with a secondary love language being Receiving Gifts.

Complete set of results

Quality Time:		9
Receiving Gifts:		8
Words of Affirmation:		7
Physical Touch:		5
Acts of Service:		1

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Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others. Take the quiz

Too long a stranger

2006-07-26T20:53:00.000-05:00

Well hello there Bloggers :0) I appologize but I had absolutely no desire to blog this last wee while - no reason, just no desire :0) I did spend time perusing the wonderful blogs of such amusing writers as www.randomaneous.blogspot or shannoncoates.blogspot... yes these two really know how to write , so I chose the other side of bloggerville, the reading pages, but bonjour, I find myself re-inspired, not so much as to tell you something fabulous or dynamic that has occurred but rather and dander thru my mind as it spills on keys and onto the screne. Jason and I are "off down the shore" tomorrow and we get to call it work...well, bringing 13 pre-teens and teenagers really is no day in the park, yes they're amusing but "engaging" when my sleepy mind sometimes just wants to....sleep :0) But I will stop right there as it's starting to sound like a complaint and I'd hecka rather be at the shore with fun teens than at my desk - who am I to complain!! Other than that, Jason and I have been running around like headless chickens. Two weeks ago we were like maniacs tring to prepare talks for a Good Neighbours WOrkcamp in PA - picture habitat for Humanity come christian youth camp....building houses that are falling down by day and building lives by night...very cool. Jason and I had the priveledge of being "spiritual coordinators" ...oooh grandiose title :0) So we wrote a bunch of teachings (for which we tried to lure the ever wonderful Wendles in for but alas, their university planning did not allow it ...would have loved to have ya there!!) - yes we offered opportunities to Main stream christian kiddies to hear God's voice...half waiting for the traditional leaders to jump up shouting Blasphemy!! but they didn't, seemed God wanted to speak to them too...way cool. We provided laxatives for spiritual constipation.....known as unforgiveness.....that seemed to be the biggest pill to swallow and digest...watch them groan and push...all week...and what do you know my painful childhood experiences with "Fionnuala" were actually a mirror image of the life situations of a couple of girls on camp - can anyone say Jehovah Sneaky???? Then came the "Handing in the Fake ID" Jason pummelled the boyz with His wild at heart, meant to live for so much more...and have a relationship with your Dad talk while I played Pink's "Stupid Girls" video (edited of course...but seriously check it out on her website, it is ABSOLUTELY FLIPPING HALARI-ASS!!www.pinkspage.com watch the video. Anyways, although the faces often looked blank....the tears came and for those who weren't used to "sharing about their feelings to anyone" (which was incidently...everyone (ahh TACF culture, how cool you are) they sought us out after the meetings and coiley (spely totally wrong - but do you understand??) began to pour out their hearts :00 T'was an excellent week and now we're back trying to cath up on 4 days out of the office by cramming it all into two so we can go to the beach....OK, running out of steam, need to go journal, for some reason (probably in part to working LONG hours, not sleeping and PMS) I feel easily irritated, best sort it out before being surrounded by 13 energetic hormonal teens that I love too much to take out my temporary moodiness on Love yaz all oodles Bye for now Wee gee

Stop the madness America....especially you Starbucks,,stop it I tell you!

2006-07-03T10:19:00.000-05:00

So we all know the reasons we go to *$$ and pay rather exuberant prices for liquid delight is for some of the following reasons: * Stay as long as you like Atmosphere * Make the flippin' Best Chai Latte ever.....especially if u ask for it X-hot, no water no foam * Starbucks baristas are normally genuinely courteous if not nice even!! *The smell *The ambient but not intrusive music (apart from those ghastly Country CDs thrown into the speakers on the odd occasion... *Did I mention the Chai Lattes? * The chocolate Peanut Butter Bars (sadly not yet found by me in a *$$ outside of TO) * The fact (if in Toronto) that you may run into ummm, well let's say probably five of all of your favourite people in any one visit * The fact that if you don't want to run into anyone as much as you love them, you go to the "not so known one"....i.e. not Queensway and curl up on a big soft cushy chair and journal... STOP PRESS Well people, one of my life- delights has been vanquished from my local starbucks!! Given the fact that one is no longer in T.O and therefore already misses out on bumping into many wonderfully gorgeous friends AND not indulging in fantabulous perfectly proportioned Peanut: chocolate Chocolate Peanut Butter Bars......one has had a slightly more sacrificial Starbucks experience BUT they (being the big corporation whom I wish I had bought stocks with since alas, I practically pay their CEO's wages each year)have purged me of my favourite Starbucks experience (dramatic statement should include clause "excluding Grande X-Hot Chai lattes, no water no foam,skinny bien-sur")...yes the delight of curling up with one's gorgeous journal on a comfy, poofy chair sipping (OK, so gorging..) one's chai latte, X-.....ok ok so you get the way it should be made...... They flippin' ripped the chairs out of my local *$$ At first of course, I laughed nervously, assuming it was a mere decision to change out the "oh so heavy velvet-covered chairs which are SO not summer material don't you know", then with no new seasonal substitutes arriving, I swiftly came to the conclusion that they were having the chairs cleaned given the fact that this starbucks is near a local Children's Gymboree (I tell you people do not go to this *$$ on a Friday morning if you want peace and quiet, no only go if you want to watch a million little people who have just exited their kiddie gym, with rosy red checks and mothers stuffing cheerios into their grasping fists as the mothers try to take refuge in a little sugar-caffeine comfort!. Anyway, sadly the two wonderfully acceptable reasons I came up with are not "it" Nope, The Corporation as I shall venomously refer to for the remainder of my ranting post, decided the "Up keep and the space the oversized chairs required were not profitable" Not profitable??? What, Hello NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooo AMerica, quit it with the ridiculous mad-paced lifestyle you keep. Look back to your European roots (especially since most here are Italian :0) and remember the days of HOLIDAY, of Family time that doesn't consist of "the drive-thru at the local Dunkin Doughnuts!" Nooooooooooooooo my space of "where time is an endless stream, stay as long as your heart desires....almost is alas, no dare I say tragically raptured by the bottom line, time is money and money is time...in this case, too much time spent on comfy seat, means slower rotation of customers and lower ka-ching factor..... Do I sound resentful?? Well perhaps I am exaggerating just a tad cause I couldn't really be bothered to talk about things that REALLY matter in life ...but come on Corporation, where are your marketing values of home-from-home concept??? Since when does the average home offer a sanctuary of teeny-weeny tables with hard-assed chairs?? America, for the most part I love you but my two pet peeves are: 1. The ridiculous lack of REST, especially in the form of vacation days....think Europe for a healthier family, life and well-being! and 2. The conveyor belt that is your restaurants, even restaurants that have foreign names and dim lighting and unpronounceable dishes on offer...yes "Time is NOT a value in this country...or should I say, taking your time is NOT a valued quality....it's fast, it's furious and it's infuriating me..... Over and out, will stop ranting and raving now...but I apologize not for the truth :0)

addiction......I don't know the meaning of the word...!!

2006-06-20T21:57:00.000-05:00

However, the strangest thing is occuring in one's life. Arriving from, je ne sais pas ou is a sudden urge to be a permemnant resident in bloggerville. Of course, it would ever so helpful if I wasn't the worst speller in the world......alas, my mother always threatened me with making me return to spelling books LONG after, did I say long after and causing shame, the spelling book had become a thing of the past. In addition to the fact that I am a notoriuosly bad speller, whose bad habits are promoted by the computer generation, oh a chuck in a dash of move from country to country where they decide to override the Queen (who, just had her 80th birthday by the way...yes I called my Dad on Father's Day only to find my WHOLE family sitting round avidly watching a tribute to the Q.....I did make a woopsie, when I said, don't you mwan the Queen Mum Dad is 80 not the queen ....Dad reminded me that the QM had died several years ago at an age of much more than 80.....what can I say, no longer in Britain, no longer in the Royal loop)...anyways, back to point and away from bunny trail...almost....so in addition to the computer spelling cheater generation I live in, along with my basic bad spelling comes my excellent typing skills - the 1800 words per minute speed achieved with 4 fingers and two thumbs.....yes alas, in GB one was not taught typing as one would have had one grown up in the US of A, or Canada for that matter.....flip me, I know 6 year olds that are learning "the correct finger psoition for typing, and why did your teacher never teach you Gillian, did they not have computers back then in your country" smile....actually they didn't at least not when I was 6 :0)Well, perhaps they did but you would have had to rent a whole castle to house a computer in those days :0) My how life has moved on. Anyways, I am findin myself strangely drawn back to blog land, I've posted 4 times in as many days - what's with that :0) Especially since the blogs are not of great, just mild fascination if I do say so myself :-) By the way, after signing my name over 40 times, I am now the proud member of the real estate owning world - woo hoo! we did it...pictures to follow...at least I hope so, my blog blatently refused to post the delicious pics I had of Britney, Aaron and an apple that I had spied out for my last blog. And have you noticed that my blog refuses to climb to the top of the page? Humpf, mysteries, mysteries, mysteries! A toute a l'heure tout le monde, bisous G

life in an apple......

2006-06-20T13:48:00.000-05:00

Hee hee, that was fun, Jason and I just got back from "the city" as the locals say...to all us not quite yet/never will be peeps, that means....NYC - woo Hoo. I get such a thrill everytime I go there. I am a true city chick, my hubbie of course often feels the plague of superman and cryptonite (also referred to as male mall syndrome). But hurrah not today folks. No my husband and his tekkie buddy (Don't have the foggiest how to write that but you'll get the jist)....Nick were like kids on caffine...yet no starbucks had passed their lips....hummm curious the male brain......anyways, the reason for this trip was to go check out some recording equipment that one of the guys that frequents our coffee/music store was selling. Now this blockie is no ordinary Joe. No this is Mr John King (yeah the name was lost on me too.....BUT, having recorded the likes of Mary J. Blige, The fugees, Lauren Hill (sigh...my vocal idol....if only I had afican american ressoncance..), Erikah Badu, Aaron Carter (...ahem, Ok, so maybe Aaron Carter's not a reason to boast!), Smashing Pumkins, Moby, Tricky, Snoop POOP (dislike for this person is strong...he freaks me out as a womanizer to the nth degree - yuch!)...the list goes on John King is a King in the recording business www.chungkingstudios.com. Anyways, we got to his studios in NYC - VERY cool experience.....as I stood where Lauren (apparently she should be henceforth refeerred to as Ms. Hill and tread lightly on the eggshells) stood and made fabulous songs which I love, I smiled and thought.....hummmmmm I'd like to be on this side of the glass, whereas Techno boyz, google-eyed and drooling dared to touch buttons, check out the complicated journey of wires and cables and asked many questions such as "What about dhfhf isuda reely tottata fing, is that the route you would reccommend?" or "So the music cards on e-bay, are they shmulla sooby dotta ray?".......yes, obviously I am not computer chick but city chick :0) And happy to remain....with the only foreboding thought being having to learn some recording rhymes in order to sucessfully rescue my husband's attention back from Studio land :0) While we were there (oh, were so NOT part of the other half!! and cool with that!)Amy from Evanesence called about booking some studio time - pretty cool I thought or "dope" as the recording assistant guy with the mr Tumnis beard and fun humour said.......well just a few minutes later the phone goes again.....I discretely turned and tuned in my ear while the google-eyed twins slobbered and giggled their way into techieville........the phone conversation went something like this.... "Britney, yeah sure....umhum, totally, and which rooms does she want.....well, no its the least beautiful but the sound is famous of course.....yeah OK, well run that by her and let us know which studio room she wants, Ok, later"......... Mr Tumnis "Well that was Britney Spears, I thought the agent was joking at first but apparently not, that'll be an interesting one". I secretly wondered if Britney would have to obey NYC law and strap in baby spears in the back baby seat while riding to the studio, or whether they would charge her extra for having a baby diaper (nappy) changing mat available :0) hee heee, well that was a bit of fun and adventure for the day......hopefully to top it off we'll close on out condo. though mr Atourney still does not have all the papers he needs......doo doo doo, closing is meant to happen at 4.30 PRAY!!!!

Check this out this is HALARIOUS!!

2006-06-19T16:43:00.000-05:00

http://dsc.discovery.com/beyond/?bctab=deadliest%20catch&clik=dsc_leftnav Copy the link into the navagation bar and then click on "dirty jobs" , select Chicken sexer..... Can you guess which poop obsessed person showed me this??? It speaks for itself - halarious!!!!!!

Bloagarious

2006-06-16T23:18:00.000-05:00

Well, it's been quite the long time since I blogged, I even skipped out on reading blogs for a while. Yes it is called the life of moving houses, fixing up house to move into (i.e. converting from the grotty bachelor pad into the Scrumcious Schuler residence :0) yes, we're not wuite there yet. we close on Tuesday - woo hoo, but despite the nice painted walls, base board , crown moulding and very bleached kitchen, we're not quite there yet...Jason was banging out the old closets (also known as very important BUT lots of sawdust work)I was trying to learn to be a good cauker you know that stuff that you fill in the nail holes with - yeah it's a skill that I haven't quite mastered - it takes me WAY longer than it should. Anyways, it's kind of late at night and I don't think I'm quite making sense. But here's the scoop: Almost there on the house beconming a home ( can't wait to not live among boxes) VERY cool chick from Holland has just married one of the guys at the church - she is 30 and very European and very on a similar page to moi - woo hoo - finally prayers are answered :0) She dropped in today (as Europeans do - unplanned but just on the off chance sigh of happiness)to see if I wanted a cup of tea.....I was at that time of day where I ask Jason questions every few seconds cause I don't really want to do any of the long list of possibilities he could have me do in the condo......... yeah, I'm still not cut out for DIY...... yeah anyways, I am tired and this is kind of a boring blog, see ya bloggers with more coherence and more amusement Love ya :0)

Hard to wind down when you're so wound up......

2006-05-25T19:57:00.000-05:00

Hello, it has been quite a while since I last bloged...I have not left Bloggerville altogether...nope, I have been regularly visiting your blog reading, on occassion even commenting. But alas, I have foundeth no inspiration to atually write myself a wee blog......but here I am....actually in for one night..Yup since Jay and I decided to buy our wee condo (which by the way will close June 16th - woo hoo) and since we returned with our fiery teens from Toronto...our free-time has well almost disappeared! Yup I have become a working by day, manifesibg by night, and somewhere in between one of Bruce Forsythe's** lovely assistant ladies to my carpenter husband chick :0) ACtually, I am doing quite well learning how to tear crappy crown moulding off the wall without actually tearing a hole out of the wall (ahem, Jason will be doing a little patching, who knew one so small and petite could be so strong??) Yup, shortly I'll have to down load some photos...when I get my butt in gear to get the 5 throw away cameras sitting in our kitchen developped. I think I am in master shaper mode to quote Jason "so um, do you think I can have any time off between now and next May?" I am like planning our weekends and days off 6-weeks in advance, trying to see how much of a superduper gorgeous home I can reconstruct in a few short weeks. Given the bags under my eyes, and Jason's comment might highlight the fact that my plans are somewhat adventurous and relying on the fact that my enthusiasim will increase as time goes on Anyway, peace out Napoleon....later :) ** for those of u who are unfamiliar with Bruce Forsythe, he was the UK's version of "the Price is right", yup that cheesy old bugger who had "ladies" in glamorous sparkley 80s evening gowns putting up points on a board and smiling beautifuul for the camera while modelling the brand new sports car top prize :0)

Waaaaahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !!! Home sweet we're getting a home!

2006-05-01T19:57:00.000-05:00

So what has our dream been for years??? To own our own house of course - yipee :0) Well God dropped a dream on our laps. A very kind friend has offered to sell us a condo they own - Yipee! Private sale at a good price and Jason and I are finally jumping head first into the equity market :0) We'll be cashing in on JAy's extreme makeover skills & my fabulous ability to shop for home things and fixing up that baby to later sell it so we can have a house by the time we have a BABY :0) Which will likely not be a couple of years yet (not planning on joining the Ricardo-Allan trend quite yet :0) So that's our Great news :0) A happier thought after recent sad times :0) Watch this spot for photos of the fabulous new adventure (of course, that would have to mean that I had worked out how to upload photos onto my blog.....help, anyone??? Muuah, love , love love to you all :0) Wee Gee

On to a better place

2006-04-30T21:00:00.000-05:00

Nope, Jay and I are not leaving B'ville after our great efforts and waiting to get here but one of our new yet dear friends did. This is a short and insufficient tribute to Leif Myhre, 83 years young and gone to the place he spent his life telling people about. When Jay and I moved to B'ville, we met a very wonderful old gentleman. Originally from Norway, came over in the late 20s with his family to seek life in the Land of dreams. well Leif truely became the American dream, a self made multimillionaire, but that's not how he'll be remembered. The first time I really met Leif, I was having a rough day - probably to do with missing Toronto life and not quite having found rythmn in my new life in NJ. well I said hello to a lovely old gentleman and ended up chatting for nearly an hour about Europe, Travelling, his wife, my husband, God, and much more. About 10 minutes after I left the coffee shop I realized that I was inexplicably radiating happiness, I was literally walking on cloud 9. It was then that I realized....my happiness was a result of the liquid Jesus seeping from this wonderful old man. After a nasty fall in our store in December, Jason accompanied Leif to the hospital, a bond and friendship developped at this point. A man with a passion for nature the outdoors, carpentry, Jesus and good food, it was like chatting to an older Jason-could-be. Jay and I began our funny little social circle adventures here in B'ville (which consists of hanging out with very cool people who are all 40+ right up to 83 years old!!) - we started popping by Leif's house weekly and listening to amazing stories of travel, war history, the time that he met Elizabeth Taylor (and yes her eyes were violet and she was radiant in the day), the times when Jonnie from the Carpenters used to come over to his house for parties, but better yet were the stories about amazing God-adventures that this man experienced, having the opportunity to share jesus with people too wealthy and caught up in businesss socailizing to ever tred in the door of a church. Leif brought Jesus to them. And then there was the simple sharing of food...............many nights, enjoying homemade soups and his favourite,costco chicken ( the best don't you know!). This man, this incredible old-timer struck me so often with his deep deep love for God, and a never ever bad attitude outlook on life. Leif had been on Dyalysis for years, he went three times a week for this painful and lengthy procedure, even though he was often drained he would answer me "oh I'm great, any better and I'd be in heaven, I'm swell". Even the day when his brother passed away and Satan tried to rip down Leif's spirits by sending in a pack of wild coyotes to mall his beloved Olaff the Norweign horse to death, Leif was always able to look on the bright side of life and be positive. I was continually shocked and impressed by his choice to be content and moreso, happy despite life's circumstances. Well, here's to Leif, a wonderful old gentleman, a man of courage and love, and a man that brought a deep, deep joy to my life, even for just a short while..........I am very thankful and will remember your impact always.......this day is the best for you, you are reunited with your wife and finally you are in heaven :0)

Scary Pants..........

2006-04-21T23:58:00.000-05:00

Tat's all - look at the pic - 'nuf said really!

Back and blasted!

2006-04-20T22:15:00.000-05:00

So woah - it was very cool being on the other side of Freshwind --> so relaxed :0) But I actually think the days were longer - getting up early to grab seats ...sorry floor space and then taking home the drunks to the hotel where there were tons of excited teenagers running round - note to self perhaps the Park Plaza ain't the best option !! So many people BUT FUN! well as you all know Jay and I have been working with the youth (more specifically the High Schoolers and some Young Adults here) and it's been going well but we've been so hungry for them to "Get God". we wanted to get the right balance of social and spiritual and certaily didn't want to just be an entertainment group but you know what we had to back track for a while cause none of themn knew each other and teens v=being teens they needed to feel safe with each other. So we road tripped it to TACF and BOOMSHA - yee ha - the bond was made! Surprisinglyu enough they weren't loving it 100% until Friday night when Holy SPirit turbned up like WILDFIRe in the fire tunnels! Break out (of the good sort) we had them begging us to be able to continue praying as we got "asked to leave TACF - being the last ones out of the building!!) Our guys were so hungry when they had a taste. On the way back asw soon as we hit NJ, the Holy Spirit whammed asgain - so cool cause it like confirmed to them that it wasn't about TO - it was about Him in them and so by the time we got back to B'ville and the parents came to grab them, we ended up blasted in the car park for 1 and a half hours! Parents in their Nice SUnday outfits rolling around the gravel howling with laughter! It was so funny people driving past were practically falling out of their car windows to see what was going on! SO tonight Jasona dn I organized a Prophetic training for them to help keep them learning how to tune into Holy Spirit! They had a blast - prphetic lot that they are! So we're ready to begin to step out into new ground and take it to the streets - they're so bold and God is so talking thru them! yee ha - what a dream adn prayer come true! Yeah God, life is so much more fun when He's around and letting loose! Mucho love to all you peeps and especially a huge thanks to the faithful TACFers who worked hard and gave their all to the conference!! You rock Oh and can I just say - ANdrew, Laura and J-LO - you are serioiusly annointed and talented song writers!! Loved it - sendme the sheet music please!!!

Dum de dum dum dum

2006-04-08T13:23:00.000-05:00

Where art thou oh shopping friends of fun? Tis a rather dismal British-styled spring day here in new jersey! The rain is lashing down and is verging on hail - hum, since when did hail and spring go together? Jason and I went on a new adventure (or at least for moi anyways) last night - an all night prayer meeting. And no, I actually copped out by 3am and got exceedingly bored and hence toddled off to my own bed for a nap - that lasted until 11.40 am - I feel just a tad out of sorts - nothing better to fix that than a bougt of shopping 'cept I have no forth coming friends for the trip and know much better than to co-erce my hubbie into a mind numbing 2 hours of foo fooing around with no intention other than to ooooo and aaaaah and maybe of course a little ka-ching when the right item comes along. OK the apple owner is back and I alas must give up the beautious computer to the man and off to the mall for me - you should check it out on line - it's quite the most ridiculous mall I've ever been to! Ok so the web site ain't much to look at but just check out the ritzy stores (yes the ones I will not go inbto for fear of snobs casting me looks of disgust as they recognize that I do not indeed have daddy's credit card nor a porsche outside waiting for me! http://www.shopshorthills.com/IM/index.html Love and smooches to all! tterr-rra as they'd say on Good ole Corrination street!

As if I didn't know already!!!

2006-03-30T22:18:00.000-05:00

You Belong in Paris

Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris. The art, the fashion, the wine, the men! Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park... You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.

What City Do You Belong In?

Something more legible

2006-03-30T21:03:00.000-05:00

ah well, now let me see, yesterday's blog was indeed somewhat incoherent, let's try again: COldplay. Jason and I went to Long Island to hear the marvels of Coldplay - can I just say "Inspired". Oh my gosh they POURED themselves (especially the drummer and Chris Martin) into the music - heart and sould and I thought - dang I wanna write music like that I soooooooo do!JESUS!!!!!! we were buzzing on the way home - it was so worth the 90 minute drive (and I even managed to stay awake...you see my parents trained me when little (perhaps it was like secret SD6 training..... .)by taking me out for a drive when I couldn't sleep - the motion of the car would help me drift off, now as an adult, when in a car for more than 40 minutes at a time my head starts bobbing around and ...I'm GONE - which as you can imagine is somewhat challenging now that one lives in the US of A and it takes at least 30 minutes to get anywhere decent - anyways, that's another story!!! K, so anyone that knows moi, knows that birthdays are a HUGE deal. I believe in the week long birthday (and not just for moi - everyone should have a birthday of min. 3 days - at least!!!!) So Saturday nite Mum and Dad arrived (translation from last blog - my aprents should have read PARENTS! sorry - was tired!!) So we had a ton of fun doing tea and walkers shortbread, and wee walks and then some more tea and then a wee dander round the shops and oh what about a wee cup of tea and something sweet?) tres cool - love my parents they're the bomb :0) Monday was NYC day (the official start of my birthday. We went shopping for my pressie (although admittedly there's not too much in the store yet - grr). So I got the cutest military-styled cardi from Zara and then a hot pair of Gold Steve Madden peep toe high heels and am now just waiting to find the right pair of tailored shorts to complete the outfit of cute hotness. we ate out, had Starbucks, and went to the concert - tres good first day of birthday celebrations. Day 2: Half day at work, then went shopping with Mum and a walk with M+D. Also very lovely since Spring has started to bloom. THEN we went to the most delicious restaurant for dinner - the Tewkesbury Inn. every mouthful was delicious - from the oil and bread, to the baby spinach salad with pear, honeyed walnuts and ble cheese to the Filet Mignon with a brandy cream sauce (die, in heaven) to the smooth delights of the creme brulee - ahhhhhhhhhhh, you know it's going to be a good meal when the oil and bread taste out of this world and not just cause you're hungry! Oh and to top it all off Dadsie got the best main course (why is that good you ask, well Dadsie was paying the bill and therefore it was tres important that he was satisfied with his purchase! We all sampled his monkfish au citron...several times - just to make sure his was indeed the best of course!!! Oh did I mentioned the wine :0) Smiling just thinkig of it - yes birthday day 2 was very happy Day 3: Woke up to the parents knocking gently (yes I'd already been awak for 30 minutes in childlike anticipation - what can I say MArch 29th and December 25th are still the two most exciting days of the year for me :0)and filling the room with notes of "Happy Birthday to you" to which my hubbie opened a sleepy eye and smiled a handsome yet smelly morning breathed Happy Birthday smile :0) Pressies :0) Yippee! Sad note: had to take Mum and Dad to the airport though :0( Pooey - only low point of the day!!!!Felt tres sad and thought how silly since I'll see them in 2 weeks - but then realized I am truely sad cause they're not around the corner anymore. Few tears. Then onto staff meeting bit of workypoos and a surprise lunch with the office chicks organized by very hot and wonderful husband : smelly french cheese, crackers, strawberries, smoked salmon, pate and chocolate cake - yummy! Then ministry - which was awesome - very cool session where lady got some real breakthrough and freedom :0) yipee. Then off to the coffee shop for some chat and banter and (Ok getting longwinded) - basically by 7pm we were so tired that we zoned out on front of Alias before going to bed :0) Day 4: something happened - whoever was responsible for organizing birthday day 4 didn't get the message - bummer but not to worry tomorrow is day 5 and it shall be a morning of English Tea and clotted cream (which is now becomin my officialy annual birthday party - sdaly this year without the likes of Mumsie, Wildgoose, Carolina, Chatty, Dalley woman, Dellerama and Shebabolamba :0( Nevertheless let the celebration continue! Day 6 might be a miscommunique too as it's our woman's conference (maybe Mr HS will do the honors and get me hammered - that'd be nice :0) and day 7 it's off to see the in-laws and finish with a bang - you see birthdays are important - and I obviously live like I believe it...you don;t think I'm high maintenance do you??? Perhaps I shall take the test: you can too http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouhighmaintenancequiz/ the results: You Are Medium Maintenance You aren't as hard to deal with as some girls But you aren't the most laid back chick either You're easy to deal with 90% of the time, but watch out for that 10%! (hee hee they forgot to ask the all important questions... 1. in what way do you expect your birthday to be celebrated? And what do you mean in what way???EVERY WAYthank you very much!! 2. How many specifications do you ask for when ordering a chai latte in *$$? And 4 adn I'm contemplating a 5th but am a little embarrassed to add it on! OK, I'm outta here - I think this somewhat lengthy blog perhaps makes up for the month of absence! Smooch bye for now!

The world of 27

2006-03-29T23:29:00.000-05:00

Hello, well tis my birthday today and I finally (somewhat briefly ) am returning to the land of BLOG! Sorry to all the avid blog readers from my lack of posts: In short an addiction to alias has taken over - Jason and I have just ordered season 3 --> we're in trouble! It's taking all time that's meant to be given to more meaningful things.....well such as blogging and playing the piano and such!! My birthday was brill as was the COLDPLAY concert on Monday night!! ARG ARG ARG! will right more, but must have sleep - waaaaaaaaayy too tired and no it's not cause I just got OLDER!!! It's called the aprents were in town and we had loads of fun - hence lack of sleep - talk to y'all soon! Huggle Wee gee

Ludacris lyrics

2006-02-22T17:00:00.000-05:00

OOpps, decided to tune into a wee bit of home and listen to the BBc radio 1 Chris Moyles show. I am , for the important setting of the scene ...sitting in the Church office........and so Usher comes on (I've got it fairly loud by the way!) and is singing that ever so catchy tune that I wish I could hum to you cause I caniie remember the name of the song...cause...I can never make out the words of the song...until today oops. So it's blastin and all I catch from the song is "cause you want a lady in the street but a (couldn't make out word, but t'was something like HO, something vulgar anyways)Ho in yer bed" Yeah, just another reminder of why radio isn't good to play too often and too loud in the church office! Reminds me of my 2nd week here at work when my good old pal David Seaton from my highskool daiz e-mailed me a funny about the cluelessness of AMericans. SHoulda known, shoulda known not to play it.......but I didn't think. SO there are all these not so clever americans being asked to hold a map of "Iraq" (which was sometimes, Europe, sometimes Russia, sometimes AUstralia...basically anywhere but Iraq) and explain where they though Saddam was hiding out and what they thought of The war with Iraq.......well I was chortelling and then alas, some "redneck" (still don;t really understand how to use that term correctly!) jumps up and grabs the map, scrumples it and kicks it and says "This is what I think of mailto:F#@&in Saddam Hu-%%$##@#$$%$# Sein" Go G-i-l-l-i-a-n ...............wisdom of the day! Bye for now...did I mention we're going on the cruz in 3 days - woo hoo - life is good! So I'lll finish my work to PINK...please don't swear Pink!!!

Lower Back Ministry

2006-02-20T23:42:00.000-05:00

You know those famous TACF firetunnels? Well Davey Jesus and I were paired up opposite each other on night in the fire tunnel. We were laying on hands and screaming fire and having a jooly good laugh as people went flying and flailing down the tunnel. Right good old times these were. Well, we learned a very valuable lesson as SoM students that night...watch out for unusually shaped bodies.

As the next innocent victim, ahem I mean hungry for God recievee came forward into our territory for prayer Dav placed his hand at what appeared to be the safe middle zone of this person's back. To my horror I realized that this creature, yes a woman, had unusually large legs and the shortest body ever, not to mention the flattest, non-existent bum. Perhaps you have guessed what I am about to reveal next...Davey Jesus in all innocence had placed his hand aquarely on the women's bum! and was pushing FIRE into it hee hee hee or as SHannon would say Ba Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! The women was filled with the spirit (or just plain old excited that spiritual Dave had given her a quick bum grab...several times) started whooping with joy as she shook under the "annointing" I was the first to realize and started cracking up, trying to pull myself togetehr enought to signal to Dave his misdemeanor! When he realized, we both fell out of the tunnel laughing.......there were no complaints lodged at Tacf that evening (phew) but so Dave embarked on his first personal ministry calling "Lower BAck Ministry"

Ah, I had forgotten that one, back in the good old days...when Marmac was a dripping warehouse to many from across the world, when the words AJ and Alyn did not go simultaneously together, when Mcschuler was only but a fantasy in Jason's mind.....when Adele was still in possession of the most fantastic Roxy jeans and cool turquoise tops from the UK...before the Marmac washers killed all her beautiful UK clothes....ah back in the good old days!

addictions and food pooh

2006-02-15T23:35:00.000-05:00

Hello hello hello :0) This is a blog way overdue with lots of wee bits to share : OK cool story. This amazingly successful business guy who also happens to be a CHristian and write a lot of bools (John Maxwell) is coming to do a seminar near here. My beloved has been dying to go but at $159 for a day-long seminar (splutter, cough choke, hymlich remover...recover..only slightly) we decided there was no $$ for that :0( Sad husband decides to pray and onlt tell moi. SO that was like um 6 weeks ago. ......today .....three days before said conference, our fab Pastor Peter comes up to Jason and offers him not just one people but TWO free tickets to go to said tremendously expensive but hopefully insightful and inspiring conference - sweet answer to prayer non? OK, sad story. So yesterday was the day of lovers (well evryday is if you ask me BUT this is one the shops cash in on). Well usually Jason hates all Valentine's tacky stuff. SO this year we decide to do a $10 gag present and I wanted to cook a fabulous dinner for my beloved. So TWO weeks ago one begins to search for recepies of deliciousness...having selected about thrice as many as I need I spend the next two weeks deliberating until the selection has been made. So yesterday I clean, I food shop and I cook and do you know what the meal was absolutely medicore - I was bummed, devistated (actually I was slightly PMSing and so I cried right there, course 2 at the dinner table, sniff sniff, this F-o-o-d does N-o-T reflect my time and effort, sob, sob. "Oh Gillian It's OK" EXACTLY it's only "OK"! So I was sad and we were both blah with the food. Thankfully it is the day of lovers and there's more to love than food so following in the footsteps of AJ and Alyn, we too played a great game of scrabble - fabulous game really, gets better the more you play it....ahem Other news.......well apart from the news of all news...Jesus Christ is Lord? No not that silly, although that is not silly news.....the Richards Munchkin - woo hoo - couldn't not mention it - so delighted are we......have tried to imagine a mini-davadele..... hee hee quite fun I imagine - non?

To all those with a love of laptops

2006-02-07T12:04:00.000-05:00

Hello, yes I have a problem, with much use of my laptop I am getting this achey neck from looking down. How does one solve the problem of level hands while typing without dipping one's neck to inconvenient and long-term sore position....as you can see by the illustration above, man is looking nowhere near the screen!......my poor husband is getting bored of offering those loving neck rubs.. boo hoo. help, I call on you dear bloggers of consistencey - answers on a blog-reply asap before my I turn into a stiff non-moving neck freak!! awoch...and yes I am at work and very bored, hence noticable neck pain is much more noticeable........maybe I need starbucks or chocolate...humm, yes..."jeeves, bring me my chai latte, you know the way One likes it, tally ho.....awoch oh!" Muwah! wee gee

tag-me-a tell-thee...taglietelle...was once my fave Marks and Sparks dish...

2006-02-02T23:19:00.000-05:00

I accept the challenge.... in part because my blogging addiction is fanned into flame by my husband's 18-7 (thank goodnes it's not stretched to 24-7 addiction to checking his work e-mails......since we have no tv, I have become a fan of following your lives - which and delighted at the fact that you are all such amusing writers, ho hum I am entertained by y'all :0) ANyways, back to the task in hand........ with the added twist of.........nah never, mind - it's too late at night for an added twist :0).: 4 jobs I have held: (in order of fav) 1. Small Group leeeeeeda' 2. Administrative assistant for the International Office of L'ecole International de commerce a Strasbourg (OK, so I hate administration but I got to speak French all day with the bestest woman who still wore an 80s styled Corporate short-cut hair do and galsses that just about let her chin peak out from underneath the rims. Oh and she called me her Little cauliflower..yes a strange French term of endearment !) Oh and not to mention getting to leave messages on people's answering machines and bursting out laughing in the middle when I completely messed up my French only to discover the next day that the "Girl" i was leaving a message for was very much a man....stupid French weird names....I loved that job...did I mention that me and my girlfriend used to take full advantage of the two hour lucnhes by jumping on our bikes with our Pain au choc (chocolate croissant) and cycling off to the pool to sunbathe...now that's what I call LUNCH :0) 3. Current job - although have been way too detailed on last job so will leave description for another time :0) 4. Monsoon Accessorize sales assistant...can you say 75% off the price of all those gorgeous earings and ball dresses..arg, wish I coud still get that :0( 4 movies I can watch over and over: 1. Gladiator --> oh my gosh Lurve that movie 2. How to losse a guy in 10 days...ha ha Princess Penelope...Krall the Warrior King - the funniest ever :0) 3. My Fair lady - love Audrey Hepburn -style queen love you..but sad that you were eventually anorexic..hummm 4. A perfect World --> if you haven't seen this movie --YOu HAVE to it's old (like 10 years maybe??But and oh so good Kevin Costner movie :0) 5. oh I could go on but it's called a list of 4 4 areason :0) 4 places I have lived: ooh, this is the exciting part of life..... 1. FRANCE - ohmygosh the best country ever...God gave me a love for a nation that many hate --> people the food alone makes it worth living there 2. Bonnie SCotland --> G'aen it Laldee (only ALyn and Laura will understand this I think--> a.j. draw upon your hubbie's Glasweigian insights) 3.Oh CAnada, my dry and ancient land, I don;t think I ever learn-ed the words but the tune is in my head, da da da da am Free, my King who died for me...oh wait that turned into some old presbyterian hymn.....guess 4years there wasn't enough ! 4. MAfia-ville US of A --> it's true my pastor's family are mafia people - he got saved shortly after his cousin and uncle got shot by a drive by mafia shooting on Christmas day when he was in his 20s! That's when he "opted out of the FAMILY-business!!!!! ANd I thought Andrew was Italian until I moved here ...hee.hee! 4b) cause I can't leave it out, my beloved homeland...N'oren Irelnd (as they say it) 4 TV shows I love to watch: Believe it or not......we don't have cable ($$reasons and time reasons) and we can't pick up any channels arg.....BUT when I go to the gym and because I am sometimes motivated to go to the gym CAUSE of the TVs there..I watch: 1. Felicity - love it, definately the new Dawson's creek except the thoughts of the 20-somethings are WAY more realistic than the deep philisophical thoughs of the 16-yr old now marrying Tom Cruise cast of DC! 2. What not to wear - love it love it, have often thought of setting up my husband for that but he'd kill me but it might be worth it........(oh and AJ you still totally remind me of Stacey)...maybe I should enter Jay...but only if I can get a new cute outfit to wear to the party, and of course you all must come down for the party and see my hot husband at his hottest...goodbye free t-shirts, may you burn in helllllllllllllll !!! 3.Um these are the only shows ion when I go to the gym.....but I dream of watching the apprentice and oh oh 4. The Amazing race...I so wanna do that show but Jason is scared that we'd kill each other due to the TV producers trying to make you look like a physco, due to lack of sleep and strbucks (me) and cave time (him)...I'm still interested...I mean think of all the cool countries...woooooo! fave 4 ^places I have been on vacation: 1.Costa Rica. ohmygosh love it love it love it - the 2nd most beautiful country to fly into after Ireland 2.Mayan Riviera, Mexico --> definately most luxurious vacation ever - nice job Jason - honeymoon delight :0) 3.France --> could the food BE any better, and the culture , and the architecture, and the language and the wine, and the cheese and the paysage, oh la la , ca me manque enormement - il faut que j'y aille..... 4. in Faith...(i've been to a ton of other countries but I reaelly am interested in.....Thailand, AUstralia and NZ and Barbados and la reunion Island (where they speak French but eat Indian styled food - nice huh!!??!! 4 of my favourite dishes: 1. Monkfish Bourginon - ummm deliscrumpcious! With British chocolate for dessert 2. Thai Royal Orchid Pannang - what can I say -it's the best with cookie dough ice-cream for desssert (Tip for you addicts --> buy the best vanialla ice-cream and THEN go buy a yummy roll of cookie dough and make your own CD balls --> way more cd then :0) 3. does wine and cheese (preferably smelly cheese like mostere) count, with creme brulee for dessert (sorry to hear of your negative DR experience AJ--> there desserts are decidely crap though) 4. My Mum's roast chicken with bread sauce...yummy yummy in my tummy....it's been too long with my Dad's heavy on the alkeehaul Tiramasu (he's far from Italian but makes the best I've ever tasted :0) 4 websites I like to visit daily: Gmail --> obviously Adele's blog (random one and fabulist :0) Aj's blog and despite not knowing SHannon to well --> shannon's cause she writes halariously --> esp like the yoghurt and red pooh chair 4 places I would rather be right now: 1.bed kinda...my husbands sill working - it's midnight......(Macs make work too enjoyable I think :0) 2.Well since I've been thinking about France......take me to Strasbourg, Paris and the beach 3. Toronto...duh.....oh and maybe we can all go out for dinner at the TRO (always prefered it to the QM - sorry adeler) followed by Starbucks at the Queensway, sniff sniff, maybe I need to leave and cleave somemore.... 4. Redding, CA 4 People I am tagging: Ade...no wait, she tagged AJ who tagged me, humpf, all the most dedicated bloggers are Tagged.... 1. Beckers 2. J-Lo - ha ha! 3. Moisha Jean Wildgoose - will she rise and blog again..oh I do hope so :0) 4. Niki.....the least poop-talking american ...apparently! Ok time to either grab husband like a caveman and take him to bed...or investigate the possibility of what not to wear nominations ...hee hee hee

visitors from afar :0)

2006-01-29T23:36:00.000-05:00

Oh my gosh what a random (aneous) phone call that just was just a few hours ago. I am walking past Jason's phone (which is on silent ....the best position on a SUnday cause the boy gets like 15 calls a day --> no he had not all of a sudden become a mjor socialite, nope, B'ville has realized that when u want somthing done Jason is the man to call and so they do and so he's driven crazy and so he puts his phone on silent on Sunday and then cries Monday cause of all the answering machine messages....) ANYWAYS......so I walk past his phone which is lit up and I decide to answer it......."hello Jason's phone" "heeeeelo, Ason's phone what?" "Oh sorry, this is JAson's wife, he's not near the phone right now so how can I help you"...noticing a distinctly foreign accent "this is a long lost friends" My alias skills go into overdrive...hummm, hispanic, yup that could be 50% of the population here in B'ville....... "Oh really, and who are you long lost friend" "you no know who this is?" "ah Ezra (my Mexican brother-in-law)" I logically conclude "No Puerto-Rican"..................... hummm stumped, still think it's Ezra trying to pull one over on me..... "we are in AMerica!" "I'm sorry WHO is this?????" "Is Fransisco and Milca.........we're in NYC" Say what!!!! So for all of you who know Franco and Milca (I hear you Adeler sighing and saying ooohh Milca, Fransisco.." Yes they were there for some work training, managed to hook up with Charlie in the city who gave them our number and voila and hour later they come over for dinner! cool or what!! I definately absolutely MUST get myself a guest book - Jason and I have averaged 2 out-of-town guests a month since being here in NJ --> and I mean like guests from Ireland, SCotland, England, Canada...cool eh! Well at least I think so, made my night, actually my weekend cos I decided to do a Jason weekend and learn to stay in the house and relax rather than go out frequently to coffee shops when there's a perfectly good brew and sofa in my house......bunny trail:0) Adele...I am still kinda jealous that your surroundings are so gosh darnit gorgeous, but I feel the lack of people thing......that's why I go to starbucks and talk to strangers......well not really but I do go to STarbucks an awful lot and my journals are filling up even faster than they did in TO days! Goodnight peeps, must get beauty rest - just had my forst i-sight conversation with the parents and realized I had big bags under my eyes! Smooch! PS I googled Fransisco and Milca and the pics are what google gave me.......the butterfly and Milca..yes....the scary hitler looking one....ahem, goodnight

How to dream a dream...caught between realities

2006-01-27T09:30:00.000-05:00

How do you dream a dream that's so desirable yet so far? How do you stay focused on everything that's impossible when reality bites? How do you proceed when the first step makes you stumble? How do you learn patience when your heart's exploding....? Me thinks it's time........... time.......... to grow longer legs, time............. to shoot the dog, time........ to use a bigger shoulder...and what the heck why not just create a permemnant firework display :0) Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already got it perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.

The ultimate scoop on poop

2006-01-16T14:42:00.000-05:00

Well since I've made my largest blog yet and twas on this subject, I thought I'd provide a bit more insight for y'all...check it out. What can I say - none too lady like but it must be the side effect of being married to an AMerican and hanging out with his poop obsessed family! read and digest hee hee................ www.heptune.com/poop.html Pondering the Noble Turd Posted 01.12.2006 by Elliot Butters (62) Will it be brown or will it be yellow? Will it be a Guinness-induced black sticky fellow? Will it be delivered with but a single wipe? Or will you spend hours papering your pipe? Will it be freestyle or of uniform length? Will it pass freely or require all of your strength? Will there be pellets, logs, or p'raps both? (There are so many questions when pinching a loaf.) Will you glimpse sweet corn, carrot, or peas? When squirting a Bertie do you also squeeze cheese? Will you take pleasure in laying your pipe? Or will it turn out to be a lifelong gripe? Will you cough for cover or pretend to sneeze? Will you smile broadly or go weak at the knees? Will you be hovering above the toilet seat? Or tapping your feet while sucking on a sweet? Will you stain the pan or will it flush clean? Will it leave residue in a nasty shade of green? Will you regret eating that fateful plate of tripe? Will you tell all your friends -- or are they just not the type? Will you projectile vomit at the very smell of it -- that dark fecal mess in the porcelain pit? Will you name your prized logs after U.S. presidents? Then bag up and hurl them at local residents? Perhaps you might like to create a poo raft? Your lumber arranged neatly both fore and aft. You could then set sail at high tide and head forth, pointing you arse towards magnetic north. Would you pooh in a box and set it on fire? Then lay it next door for your neighbors t'admire? I have -- nay -- in fact, I've done worse: I've spent hours of my time depicting it in verse!

Caught by the coat tails.....

2006-01-14T11:49:00.000-05:00

LITERALLY! Yesterday I saw one of those things that makes you laugh out loud when you're all by yourself in a public place (my favourite public place I might add!) T'was a normal day in my new found favourite Starbucks (Yes it has free wireless connection , FREE I tell you, hurrah...I did try to post this wee blog yesterday but ran into "Errors" grr...anywyay, off topic...blah). Finding myself in a quandry whether to deviate from my dedication of Grande skim Chai Latte, no Foam, no H2O, extra Hot in order to begin a new venture in Cinnamon Dulce Latte (sorry only had a sample cup - have not learnt how to become a Star$zilla for this new delight ...yet... DO try it - 'tis absolutely gorgeous)...I turned my head to gaze out the window to make what was bound to be an important gastronimical life decision when I saw the most humorous worked sight. An old lady about in her late 70s was trying to escape her car......she had closed the door behind her only to catch her coat tails and was like a human on a bungee rope but in much confusion! Eventually (after a few snickers from moi) she worked out the somewhat embarrassing position she was in :0) She made a quick scan of the parking lot....anybody watching??? No, ('cept me of course but I guess her 70something eyesight didn't quite spot moi). So she pulled out her keys from her Momma purse and reached over her left shoulder........eeerrrghua, can't..... quite..... reach........ New tactic.......reach over rught shoulder.......eeerggggggggghua, can't...reach...either....'nother quick scan of the parking lot.....no-one watching (more giggles from me...).....as she started to move onto tactic three, the complicted removal of oneself from the coat she was struck by a thunderbolt of geniusness......central locking, she re-adjusted her glasses, looked squarely at he keys and pressed the magic button. ANother quick look around the parking lot, a swift door opening action and trapped Gran was free. Off she went to get her perscription from the pharmacy (Ok, so I'm assuming that's what she was doing, it could have of course been incontentcy adult diapers...but hey I was trying to offer her a little privacy after her public embarassment!).. Don't you love it when those odd moments happen to pass by your eyes and amuse you whole heartedly :0) For all of you that have been on the edge of your seat....I did decide to stick to my addiction...chai latte with all the zillas...guess I may need to re-read the Fabulist's Carosel story again:0)

What can you do when u need to go to the loo in an English country...garden

2006-01-12T22:21:00.000-05:00

Well not quite the English country garden, but as with all trips to 2nd and third world countries, pooing becomes an avid topic of conversation! Jay and I are just back from a glorious (yet altogether too short) 6 nights in DR. Sun, a little rain, a fir amount of cloud but about 60 old freckle friends back on my face a bod later we settle back into reality again....oh wait sorry I was talking about pooh wasn't I....... True to form my husband usually is the one that provides the pooh story of greatness. Let me dander back 11 months too our first trip to the DR. Dodgy food was indeed the key. We lived off rice and beans (which made for some interesting vapour in and of itself) as we sweated up a tan in the hot sun. Upon our return, it appeared as though Jason had brought back with him an none too friendly souvenir of the DR days. For as we settled into perhaps one of the sweetest pads around - Dave and Dellerama's sweet house in B'thorpe for a bit of house and Harrison sitting, so did a paracite settle into Jason's system. The pooh system that is. On our trip home, we heard irrate passangers giving off about the 7 day hell that their infested hotel trip had turned into. It appears that one after another the tourists in a near-by hotel got "ahem, Gastritous!" And many were admitted to hospital or bed rest for severe dehydration. WE smiled a sweet sigh of relief at our "favour" in avoiding that catastrophe. But alas, Jason sighed too soon, for soon his own ass was sighing, crying perhaps or even heaping large amounts of pooh into Deller and Dave's beautiful bathroom. It all started with me being rumbled from my sleep by a dramatically chattering teethed husband. Now if you've ever had the opportunity to share a room with me (Wildgoose, McFish to name but a few) you will know that I am a deep sleeper, known for providing much entertainment through talking and opera singing in my sleep. However, know this fact and ye shall also know that wake me and you will likely incur the wrath of a Momma bear brutally dragged from hibernation, only to be descended on by a swarm of angry bees and then snapped at by an alligator. Anyways, back to the plot. I grumpily turn over to my hubbie and gruffed "what's wrong..............honey". "so sssss oooo ccccc cccold ddddd" comes the reply. Now if any ladies out there are reading this, I am sure you will relate to my next generalizing comment. Men are the worst and most feeble patients of them all (which is why they don;t push a water melon out of a pea-sized hole, God knew that would be too much complaining and Drama to have to listen too :0) So in my very best loving wife nature, and skepticism, I reach out my hand , slap it gently on his forehead only to feel sweat dripping off in vast measures......"Cold, you're anything but, you're wringing babe!" Try and get back to sleep. But alas the chattering continued and became so violent that the whole bed started to shake. Drama Queen, I thought. So off I toddled to find a blanket to snuggly warm up my husband and maybe even weigh him down suffieciently so as not to shake the bed so violently. in such an unpleasurable manner :0) Well, nada, niente and nothing was to come of the layered trick. Jason eventually asked me to help him to the bathroom so he could take a piping hot shower and put some heat back into his body. I complied of course. The man had no concept of temperature.....as I turned on the tap and nearly scalded the newly tanned skin off my bones, Jason obliviously hopped into the shower. The steam was ferocious and lulled me back to la la land. I gently scuttled away to allow him to enjoy his shower in peace of course! ABout an hour later I woke bolt upright in bed.....where was my beloved?......he'd not returned and I had abandoned him quite desperately for my other love...sleep. Ooops, I jumped out of bed and off to the bathroom. The shower was off and the steam still filled the room...or was it another gas form???? For there on the floor in a huddled heap was Jay, still quivering, wearing nothing but my candyfloss baby pink dressing gown! T'was at that moment that I knew the man was sick. Dreadfully sick. I felt terrible! I reached down to help him back to bed when the gas I had previuosly mistaken as steam burst forth from his cheeks............hooougahuh...putrid, filthy, disgusting farts were errupting from his cute toosh. I nearly puked! Alas the horrendus stench did not end. The flow of ferocious farts was so torrent like that I nearly passed out! A literal Dutch oven began to engluf the bed clothes (sorry again Dav and Adele:0) "oh no" came a lame cry, help me to the bathroom. We were no sooner there with cutie tooshie hovering over the toilet bowl than the Tsunami sturck! and Stunk. I had to leave the bathroom (no, not terrible wife! It was so that I could stay concious enough to give reassssssuring (hee hee Bill Pun) loving words to keep husband sane! But the ass bursts continued and continued and continued. The somewhat soft pooh soon became known as "burning ass pee" followed by moans from Jason as his cheeks were set on fire. Several hours later, he dared not stray more than a meter from the loo. For after 15 shots, the bar tender was still serving sambucca from Jason's arse! I dazedly grabbed the bleach and began squirting everything my husband had come in contact with! Soon it was time to leave for work. My husband's butt was still a live explosive, SO I set him up with water to keep him hydrated and popped the phone and "Home" beside his bed (so he would feel daddy's love in his pain). But alas the story did not end there (although I shall tell it in less detail since you are likely loosing energy and stomach to read more...). On a morning where true T.O. snow had fallen, and the 4-wheel had broken on Gerald the Tonka Truck, I spun in the middle of the road and had to be rescued by two Knights in Shining Dodge ram and dragged back into the parking lot, only to be collected by Chatty and Grondon! We were making the great move of the bunk beds from Marmac to the Comfort Hotel that day in prep for the first non-Marmac school. without a car , I was unable to return home at lunch. That evening after work. I found my beloved dehydrated and delerious in bed. He couldn't talk - I freaked out. As it turns out, he was averaging flaming butt pee 3 or even 4 times an hour! There was nothing left to give, yet something kept giving! I did as all good wives do in a state of emergency...I called my Mummy to ask her what to do. urrah she came to the rescue with Gatorade, ingredients to make chicken broth (the healer for all illnesses) and of course a new bottle of bleach! I was set and ready to lead my husband back on the road to recovery. Jay lost 11 lbs in three days - possible?? Barely butt brutely true!!! Needless to say, I bleached the heck out of the DAve and deller house (of course not dropping any bleach spots on the carpet...as I know the devistation that caused int he past :0) and learned the art of "sick husband, healing wife" But wait a minute I never told you this DR story.......well perhaps another time, it's not nerly so interesting as last years! watch this space :0) Love ya bunches! Gee

I've been forgiven of more....

2006-01-02T23:14:00.000-05:00

Than i could ever be angry for. Instead of judgement I choose mercy.....oooohhhh Laura Woodley - dang gina - My Mum and Dad got Jay and I her new CD "In Love" for Christmas and the lyrics of that song in particular keep on resonating in my head. DANG! I mean, we know by now that unforgiveness gets us diddly squat - we know that we're screwed if we don't forgive, cause then we tie Daddy G's hands on forgiving us but DANG whole new revelation comes in the words that I've heard before but somehow just heard differently the last couple of days. Makes you think, how many times have I screwed up.........and still it's going to be more than the amount of times that someone's screwed up and effected me. Instead of Judgement I choose mercy...trying to make it a life policy - isn't always easy. Sometimes justice feels like a good option for a while...but only for a while........ You saw broken, you saw me battered you saw me filthy,you saw me shattered, you saw mewicked you saw me lying, you saw mefailing you saw me trying, you saw meangry you saw me jealous, you saw meprideful you saw me selfish, you saw mewander, you saw me lustful, you saw me striving, worshipping idols....... you see my every part, my every thought, my every grief. How ugly I would look to you if your son had not chosen to be my Make-over King. Thank you Jesus that despite what we face in life, you make us strong, safe and beautiful... You are my rock, I am OK because of you............

What the monkey.....

2005-12-29T21:57:00.000-05:00

the world of technology has got me. Here I sit in my wee home with the McV and Fishes a visiting and we look like the technical era..................... there's wee Mac (known as the one belonging to the Mcveighs) there's the newly high tec supped up Tiger G4 that my hubbie owns and then there's my humble Dell - but it's got a kick ass screen Perhaps it's the presence of three laptops and a Play Station 2 that have re-launched my Blog that had siezed up for 10 days - yes just as one was getting into a dedsire to blog agin I was highjacked by technical madness....anyways this is a boring blog - I'm just in shock. I shall be back with much more interesting things to say .... watch this space Huggle

Poo Poo ca ca crappy dang dung

2005-12-29T21:55:00.000-05:00

My blog don't like me no mo' shore can't tell whys it's palyin' trixes wit me.... Iyes gonna try me one more blog afore calling in da calvary....

Superman and Criptonite, Men and Malls......

2005-12-17T01:09:00.000-05:00

I am still confused, how can something so wonderful, exhilerating and well let's face it .....using one's body as a canvas for creativity by donning various outfits be so alien, no worse , so repulsive to the creature we call man...or more specifically my man, Jason! Today after a little persuasion and a little love and probably a "I really love my wife so I'll make a crazy decision moment", Jason agreed to come to the mall with me. Not for an indefinate amount of time. No, no we decided 75 minutes, no more (Him) no Less (me!!). So we're driving along (can I just say the malls here are rather fantabulous and did I mention - no sales tax on clothing woo hoo (God reigns in New Jersey!) and Jason's mood becomes well smomething is up......we are chatting as we walk thru the parking lot yet within minutes of entering heaven, sorry I meant the Mall, Jason's pace becomes dramatically slower. Now let's face it we all know I am not graced with the legs of a super model (no they're not hideously fat, just ahem "short" in length!) and although I have learned to adapt and move my legs faster than most i order to walk alongside my pals, I found myself outrunning Jason at every step. T'was then that we disovered that Jason cannot think coherently in a mall. Every question posed by moi, "do you think Dad would like this?" or "Oooh isn't that a lovely shade of pink"...even "oh look the Apple store" seemed to vanish to mars and even after being repeated 3 times drew a dazed and somewhat muffled response 3 minutes after the said question was posed. T'was then my friends that we discovered Cryptonite... Yes - finally there's an answer to men and malls. A wise friend Ivan Allum once tried to con me into believeing the mall experience for a man was exactly like the Canadian Tyre experience for a female - I nearly believed him, but couldn't quite comprehend this hideous comparrison! But hurah , or perhaps alas, I have discovered that there is Cryptonite in malls - which seems to effect the males species into an almost dead state - most unenjoyable to shop with and on occasion when malled in excess has been known to throw a mall tantrum! Ladies, I have been trying to understand why the Mall Building people would attempt such an atrocious thing as to pant cryptonite, I can only come up with one answer.......it's a man fulfilling his fantasy of a world of only women by poisioning any man that should enter the space? Could I be correct,,,,the Mall manager must be overwhelmed with stress as to how to slove the Metrosexual and Gay problem....the men who appear to be imune to Mall Cryptonite.....your thoughts? xoxoxox Needless to say Christmas shoppping is complete and I shall be hiding from very overbusy malls for a while!

how to write a blog

2005-12-17T01:07:00.000-05:00

Well I've happily perused the sites of Fill Bish, Dellerama, Krista, Moisha (hey - you're worse than me - no blogs since MAY - what what!!, Sarah Nipling among others...and what can I say I am crap and a truely terrible blogger! I just never know what to say yet the idea is thrilling :0)

The curious life of wee

2005-11-03T20:57:00.000-05:00

Once upon a time, a wee gee had a blog, she didn;t really want a blog, but so inspired was she by the funness of her pal Charlie the next Brad Pitt (ok so maybe Brad's not the most popular gentleman in town these days.humm, Ok so let's say the fabulous Brad pre-Brangelina days when the crowd went yeah instead of boo hiss). Bunny trail.....so inspired was she by his blog that she went to write a "Comment" and was refused the pleasure without creating a blog of her own! Suckka - yep, I got sucked into the world of Blogspots. But I thought i'd use it this once and dump it. Well as it turns out our coffee connasiuer pal AJ "Blogspot Policed me" and slapped my knuckles for the blatent abandonment of my blog and so SUkka... I started writing in it again!. Well, a greencard, stolen truck, move to the states, new home, new job new life later, I somehow forgot my login....and admittedly was beginning to grow fond of this world called blogland (sounds like an old run down Irish farm..) But wait...I hear you cry with alarm - couldn'tt you just go into your e-mail and retrieve the password and stuff. Ah ha, yes clever you are, but so was I when I gave the blogspot people my old work address so I wouldn't get bugged. Well now with my fabbie new job, I no longer have access to my old work e-mail and all it's useful info. So voila - here's my new blog and hopefully I'll remember this address :0) I'm really meant to be disciplined and be looking up fun games to play at my sister's up and coming Bridal shower - woopie! Either that or looking inot Life Coaching which I will hopefully persue in the New Year, but this really was more fun. A somewhat boring first blog for you to read, but voila, the curious life of wee's new blog is henceforth clear! Much love to all my Torontonians - I miss you mega tons. Adeler - loved reading yours - you've been on my mind loads Hug hug