tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130377652009-07-05T19:33:53.928-03:00Tangled up in TwylaTwylatajboom@hotmail.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-91082275249854809502009-07-05T19:23:00.002-03:002009-07-05T19:33:53.938-03:00Keep on keeping onOur room is 99% finished!!!! Yay! Finally! There are a few places that I need to touch up with paint, the light fixture needs to be put up, and the floor needs a good scrubbing...and THEN it will be done like dinna! Hehe<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SlEovPQMxLI/AAAAAAAABH8/Jnx3gJoFk3w/s1600-h/Pics+646.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SlEovPQMxLI/AAAAAAAABH8/Jnx3gJoFk3w/s320/Pics+646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106223933670578" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah, and the closet needs to be finished too...but that's nothing. LOL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SlEovUfA5iI/AAAAAAAABIE/OvwDdtm8zcc/s1600-h/Pics+647.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SlEovUfA5iI/AAAAAAAABIE/OvwDdtm8zcc/s320/Pics+647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106225337984546" border="0" /></a><br />And then, there's the bane of our existence...the bathroom. Will it ever be finished??? This is the progess so far. All the gyproc is up (not finished though), the tub/shower is in, new toilet is in and fuctional...and I've painted it battleship grey. Hehe. I can't wait until everything is finished and I can clean up all the crackfill dust. It's EVERYWHERE. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SlEouqfqlZI/AAAAAAAABH0/rsM1_gmlvVs/s1600-h/Pics+643.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SlEouqfqlZI/AAAAAAAABH0/rsM1_gmlvVs/s320/Pics+643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106214066427282" border="0" /></a><br />Hopefully I'll have more pictures of completed rooms to post next week. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-9108227524985480950?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-928064265945626552009-06-11T09:11:00.006-03:002009-06-11T09:30:40.387-03:00The Suck ShackOMG. These renovations are killing us. KILLING US. We've named our house, 'The Suck Shack'. It's sucking the money and the life out of us. Did I mention we have to replace ALL of the electrical wiring and the plumbing?<br />Here is just some of the fun we are having.<br /><br />This is a picture of the UGLY ass bathroom before...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SjD3oTub_JI/AAAAAAAABG0/qehmg5HMOUw/s1600-h/Pics+584.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SjD3oTub_JI/AAAAAAAABG0/qehmg5HMOUw/s320/Pics+584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346045029550652562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And this is what it looked like, 2 hours after the house was officially ours...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SjD2pR2NNQI/AAAAAAAABGk/AK4tpdgZRy8/s1600-h/Pics+592.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/SjD2pR2NNQI/AAAAAAAABGk/AK4tpdgZRy8/s320/Pics+592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346043946714608898" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't taken anymore pictures of the progress of the bathroom, but so far we have gyproced and primed the walls and installed a new 3 piece tub/shower. We're also putting in a new toilet and double sink vanity and adding a linen closet. Yay. Someday....someday it will be finished.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-92806426594562655?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-53155757141820604502009-05-14T09:15:00.002-03:002009-05-14T09:19:28.962-03:00Home sweet homeWe have FINALLY bought a house. FINALLY!!!!!!<br />We're going to the lawyer's office today to sign all the papers and tomorrow we pick up the keys. <br />YAY!!!!!!!! We're finally going to have a place to call our own.<br />Then...the renovations begin tomorrow night, starting with completely gutting the bathroom. Oh my word. LOL Let the games begin. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-5315575714182060450?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-67669249668205130542009-04-17T09:23:00.000-03:002009-04-17T09:24:05.455-03:00I am *S*T*R*E*S*S*E*D* with a capital S.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-6766924966820513054?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-66502063413116035772009-04-03T01:28:00.003-03:002009-04-03T01:31:40.460-03:00ERI know that no one reads my blog anymore, but it's okay to talk to myself eh?<br /><br />I just watched the series finale of 'ER'. I have been watching this show since I was 14 years old. Yes, that's over half of my life. I thought the finale was very fitting. I can't believe that a show that has been on the air for half of my life, is finally over. So sad.<br /><br />I hate having to close a chapter in my life. :-(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-6650206341311603577?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-55332504035452726212009-03-27T23:13:00.005-03:002009-03-27T23:26:47.362-03:00Bookends<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahuU3QwWkdg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahuU3QwWkdg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Time it was and what a time it was it was,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >A time of innocence a time of confidences.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Long ago it must be, I have a photograph</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-5533250403545272621?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-46982789461937913152009-03-06T01:29:00.002-04:002009-03-06T01:30:19.540-04:00Twyla.......has reached the end of the internet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-4698278946193791315?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-76135519844637612992009-03-06T00:03:00.002-04:002009-03-06T00:06:34.334-04:00OMGOMG... seriously.<br /><br />Jenna has pneumonia AGAIN!!! What the heck is wrong with us???<br />Two weeks ago, we ALL had the stomach flu.<br />Two months ago, Jenna had pneumonia and was hospitalized.<br />The month prior to that, we were all sick.<br /><br />I believe this house is cursed. Seriously. We've even done a cleansing ceremony. I don't care how crazy it sounds. We are desperate. If we get sick again this winter, I am running away.<br /><br />Seriously.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-7613551984463761299?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-70937339638711193842009-02-15T01:51:00.001-04:002009-02-15T01:52:31.456-04:0025I just posted this on facebook, so I suppose, I might as well post it here....<br /><br />25 things... I caved.<br /><br />1. I can't start my day without coffee. Seriously.<br />2. I'm pretty sure I will never find 25 things to list about myself.<br />3. I love books. I love reading. I have a 6 foot tall book shelf, filled with books.<br />4. My dream job would be, to be a librarian...like in the New York Public Library. Yes, I am a geek. LOL<br />5. I love 80's movies. Who doesn't?<br />6. I LOVE music, but I feel like it peaked in the late 90's. There hasn't been much worth listening to since.<br />7. I tried to learn to play guitar, but failed miserably. I believe you are either born with it, or you're not. I'm not.<br />8. I have two guitars sitting here, collecting dust. LOL<br />9. I am getting married in 174 days. Craziness!!!<br />10. My wedding colors are going to be... black, white and hot pink... RAWK!<br />11. My favourite band ever is Metallica (but everyone already knows that). I am going to incorporate them into my wedding...somehow.<br />12. I love the ocean, but never want to live next to it. I would rather live in the woods, surrounded by trees.<br />13. My favourite smell in the entire world, is clothes fresh off the line. I hang clothes, not to save money or save the environment, but to sniff them when I bring them inside. The winter makes that difficult.<br />14. I hate winter.<br />15. I am the baby in my family and the youngest grandchild on both sides.<br />16. I love my family and my friends. I don't know what I'd do without them. :-)<br />17. I also love game night and the ladies I've met because of it. Aww... LOLOL<br />18. I don't watch much TV anymore (expect for repeats of old shows), but my favourite show ever used to be 'My So-called Life'. Why did they have to cancel that???<br />19. I love watching old TV shows like, Roseanne, The Cosby Show, All in the Family, and Little House on the Prairie. You can blame my mother for that last one.<br />20. I've always wanted to go on a reality show. My first choice would be 'Big Brother', but no one would want to see me in a bikini. LOL My second choice would be 'The Amazing Race'. I've already picked Heather as my partner. :-) <br />21. I believe that cream cheese should be it's own food group.<br />22. I wear a size 10 shoe. Shocking, I know! I used to be a size 9, and then I had children. My feet grew an entire size.<br />23. When I was in high school, I used to do camera work for the local cable station...Seabreeze Cable. I somehow thought this would help me get into journalism. I was wrong.<br />24. I always wanted to name one of my daughters, Julia...but never did.<br />25. I believe that everything happens for a reason. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-7093733963871119384?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-86342496526988466932009-01-29T14:32:00.000-04:002009-01-29T14:33:04.226-04:00Oh, did I mention, I bought my WEDDING DRESS! Woo hoo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-8634249652698846693?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-14290614298455140132009-01-29T11:01:00.007-04:002009-01-29T11:29:15.199-04:00Lots of linksI was inspired to write today because of <a href="http://bondsbigleathercouch.blogspot.com/">Bond</a>. His post today was about Bruce Springsteen. I have to admit that I am not a fan of the 'Boss'. But then I began to wonder why. Why am I the only one on earth, who doesn't like the man. And then it came to me. It's because of the way I was raised. Let me explain.<br />People grow up loving the music they were exposed to as children. As a child, I didn't know who Bruce was. We didn't have MTV. We had the Canadian equivalent called Much Music...hosted by<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erica_Ehm"> Erica Ehm</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Anthony">Steve Anthony</a>. Oh, how I miss those two. I spent many hours of my youth, wishing I were them. MM played mostly Canadian music. Bands like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glass_Tiger">Glass Tiger</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haywire">Haywire</a>. Artists like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corey_Hart">Corey Hart</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Mitchell">Kim Mitchell</a> and of course <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bryan_adams">Bryan Adams</a>. Bryan was my Bruce.<br />Just last month, at the age of 28, I finally added MTV to my list of channels. I just have one thing to say. What the hell? Where is the music? Apparently I haven't been missing anything in the last 28 years. But I have to say, that Much Music isn't much better. I'm telling you, once Steve left, it all started going down hill. I haven't watched MM in over 8 years.<br />I wish things could be like they used to be. I would love to turn on the TV and see the video for '<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGF4VBrkBrE">Diamond Sun</a>' ...or hear Kim Mitchell belting out the words...'<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuJqB4GTRB4">those patio lanterns, they were the stars in the sky</a>'. But I guess that's progress. Replacing music with cheesy reality shows. I'm actually thinking of canceling MTV and ordering HGTV and the Food network in it's place. Yes, that means I am officially old. Haha<br />So now I'm off to listen to some good old 80's tunes...and reminisce about what used to be. Ahh...good times. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-1429061429845514013?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-75008655008690748412009-01-23T01:47:00.001-04:002009-01-23T01:48:21.908-04:00I feel as though I may explode if I don't finally say this...<br /><br /><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Na na na na </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Na na na na </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hey hey hey </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Goodbye!</span><br /><br />You all know what I am talking about. :-)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-7500865500869074841?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-73600349377464868722009-01-17T02:16:00.002-04:002009-01-17T02:18:39.432-04:00And...just because these videos are extremely funny, if not a bit confusing..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbfs2lYM2sQ">Mustache</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nmia-CRJVOg&feature=related">Invisible shirt</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-7360034937746486872?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-74823087889870995642009-01-17T01:13:00.006-04:002009-01-17T01:40:03.460-04:00Well, I really don't like standing out here in the sne (snow)Oh winter, how I loathe thee.<br />I just came back from a friend's house...in a blizzardish type thingy. The usual 1/2 hour drive took me almost an hour. I barely exceeded speeds of 40km/hour. A few times, I couldn't see the road, didn't know which side I was on, or where the shoulder was. At one point, while driving about 20km/hour with snow pelting at my windshield, I actually felt like I was driving in reverse. Oh, and lets not forget slipping all over the roads. I gripped the steering wheel and prayed to God, at least 4 times, that I would make it home in one piece. I vow to never leave the house again when it is snowing. Freakin' snow. Who the hell thought that would be a good idea?<br />I forget what the ground looks like...I only see white. I forget what green grass looks like. I forget what birds sound like. I forget how it feels to have sand between my toes. I have no understanding of the word warm. COLD is the only word in my vocabulary. Today was -19, windchill of -28. I no longer believe in global warming. When I leave the house, my warm boots freeze to the rocks, like a tongue would freeze to a flagpole. Snot freezes in children's noses. The warm breath that escapes from my mouth, temporarily blinds me as it turns to steam. It's wonderful...the most magical time of the year, almost.<br />Toques are not longer enough. I must first wear earmuffs, then a toque, and then my hood. Don't forget knee high boots to trudge through the snow. And mittens. Oh my...NEVER forget your mittens. I keep an extra pair everywhere. In my glove compartment. In my coat pocket, in my purse. You just never know.<br />The kids aren't allowed to play outside during recess because of the cold temperatures. It takes me at least 10 minutes to bundle Jenna up, before sending her to school. Ralphie's mother has nothing on me.<br />Did I mention that under all of this glorious white stuff, there is a layer of ice about an inch thick? A few days ago, the temperatures got above freezing...everything melted, and then froze solid that night. I love when that happens.<br />But even after all of that...all of the complaints...I know that this will only last for another 3 months at most. What's 3 more months of this shit? I love living in Canada...I love living in Nova Scotia. I wouldn't change it for the world. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-7482308788987099564?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-7637779307950920352009-01-02T09:45:00.001-04:002009-01-02T09:46:47.761-04:00On a brighter note, here's a video of Kaylin playing Wii boxing. Haha...so funny.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TCs1mDn2VQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TCs1mDn2VQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-763777930795092035?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-52523761262046913962009-01-02T01:12:00.003-04:002009-01-02T01:31:12.063-04:00Hmmm....Every year, the holiday season seems to get worse and worse. 2 years ago, Justin's father was in the hospital awaiting open heart surgery. Last year, Kaylin burnt her hand on the wood stove and spend Christmas wrapped in bandages. But this year was even worse. 3 days before Christmas, we had a huge blizzard, and we lost power. Our only heat source here is powered by electricity. The first day without power was SO cold. We spent the day at my cousin's house, who had a wood stove...but we were crazy enough to think that we could spend the night in our own house. It was so cold that we could literally see our breath. We all slept in the same bed that night...Justin, myself, and the 2 girls. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep. Bright and early the next morning, we moved to my sister's house, who had electricity and a wood stove. We stayed there until Christmas eve, when we FINALLY had power restored to our house. We thought for sure we were going to have to move all the presents to my sister's house. We stayed up half of the night finishing up everything for Christmas...putting together doll houses and puppet theatres. Oh my word! I am NEVER leaving anything until last minute again.<br />Anyways, Christmas day went over well. The girls got everything they wanted and more...and we got a Nintendo Wii. Yay! I was so excited.<br />None of us had really been feeling the greatest over the holidays...colds and what not. Then last Sunday evening, Jenna came on with a sudden fever. By Tuesday, she seemed fine again, but that night before bedtime, she crashed. She has a high temperature again and she was having trouble breathing. She was rushed to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with pnemonia in both lungs. The poor little thing. She spent 2 nights in there...which meant I spent New Year's eve sleeping in a chair in a hospital room. Yes, fun times. But today, thank God, we were able to bring her home.<br />I am honestly afraid of what will happen next year this time. Every holiday season seems to get worse and worse. But I try to look at the bright side of things. I believe that all of these experiences have taught me something. I have to learned to have extreme patience, and I now appreciate what's really important in life. Right now, Jenna is sleeping peacefully in her own bed. We are all safe and warm and on the mend...and that's all that really matters. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-5252376126204691396?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-8759653653714273322008-12-20T16:43:00.003-04:002008-12-20T16:49:29.309-04:00:-)Today I received the best gift ever...something that money can't buy. A day of complete solitude.<br /><br />The girls are with their grandparents, Justin is at work. I have regained my sanity.<br /><br />I slept in until 11am. I sat around in pajama's until 3pm, drinking coffee and reading my book while Christmas music played softly in the background.<br /><br />My Christmas shopping is finished and everything is wrapped.<br /><br />I had a 20 minute shower with NO interruptions.<br /><br />In a few minutes, I'm going to meet Justin for supper. Then we are coming home to make homemade ice cream and watch our favourite Christmas movie.<br /><br />All is right with the world. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-875965365371427332?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-60658879269462235592008-11-30T18:38:00.000-04:002008-11-30T18:39:41.022-04:00♥♥♥♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/STMWGtAsPfI/AAAAAAAAA_g/TFy45dG-vGU/s1600-h/edit2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYRtg-pIIr0/STMWGtAsPfI/AAAAAAAAA_g/TFy45dG-vGU/s320/edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583892998503922" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-6065887926946223559?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-57125022611997617242008-11-28T13:29:00.002-04:002008-11-28T13:48:28.446-04:00It's gone, all gone.Kaylin pulled off <a href="http://www.wunderkraut.com/art/christmas_story.jpg">Flick's</a> tongue. It is no where to be found, and can't be fixed anyways. I am distraught. Oh how I miss that little rubber tongue.<br />You may be wondering what the heck I am talking about. Well, I have <a href="http://www.redriderleglamps.com/productDetails.cfm?merchID=27&showDescription=yes">THIS</a> Christmas ornament that I love. It depicts the scene from 'A Christmas Story', when Flick sticks his tongue to the flagpole. When you push the button, you can hear the scene from the movie, and the ornament actually moves. The little Flick figurine has a rubber tongue that is stuck to the flagpole, and it kind of wiggles back and forth. Oh, it's hilarious. BUT without the tongue, it is worthless. The funny is gone. Kaylin ripped the tongue off without a single thought...and she shows absolutely no remorse. This single malicious act, may have destroyed Christmas. <br />I am off to bury the remains of my ornament in the backyard, just as Ralphie's father buried the leg lamp. I may never be the same.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-5712502261199761724?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-91976852637446687632008-11-21T23:55:00.005-04:002008-11-22T09:24:59.177-04:00Oh, for the love of God, it's a snow storm here. A couple of inches on the ground already...and the snow plow has passed by 3 times. Screw it. The tree goes up tomorrow. That's my new rule. As soon as I see snow, that means it's okay to put up the Christmas tree. I've been waiting for an excuse anyways. :-)<br />But do you know what really sucks? I lost my <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wintersong">Wintersong</a> album. And I lost the disc I made of all our favourite Christmas tunes. How are we supposed to decorate for Christmas without this song?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7noNoxAfks&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7noNoxAfks&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-9197685263744668763?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-77797178632754716692008-11-16T00:07:00.001-04:002008-11-16T00:09:01.721-04:00Sleeping SicknessAnd this...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9Bt_Ajm3fM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9Bt_Ajm3fM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />...is pure <span style="font-weight:bold;">BRILLIANCE</span>. <br />I know I posted this video a few months ago, but it was removed, and I felt that it deserved to be shown again. It's honestly one of my favourite songs EVER. Those Canadian buoys kick ass. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-7779717863275471669?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-41819629793798408012008-11-16T00:00:00.002-04:002008-11-16T00:02:17.692-04:00Dead Letter & the Infinite YesIt has been a year since I was front row to see these guys perform...but I still love their music as much as I did that night. It's soothing for the soul.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40aHqhd8xPY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40aHqhd8xPY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-4181962979379840801?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-52408984940504716792008-11-15T23:38:00.004-04:002008-11-16T10:29:02.974-04:00Truth be told...I haven't written a truth be told, for a LONG, LONG time.<br />...I am home alone tonight. Justin has gone in the woods...hunting. It's kind of lonely and I really miss him. :-(<br />...Men get to have way more fun than us women. Seriously. Men around here, spend the entire month of November, hunting...in the woods in a hunting camp with a bunch of guy friends...drinking, shooting animals and doing whatever the heck they want. When do us women EVER get a chance to take a month off to spend with our girl friends...shopping and gossiping and having sleepovers? NEVER.<br />...I wish that men realized how good they have it.<br />...Even after that rant...I still love Justin.<br />...I live in Canada...the land of ice and snow. The land of hockey. Yet, I can't skate. Ironic, eh?<br />...Seriously, I can hardly stand up on skates. What kind of a Canadian does that make me?<br />...My daughters can't skate either, and I take all the blame for that. But how can I teach them something that I can't do?<br />...I use ellipses way too much, but I don't really care.<br />...Tonight I watched the movie, 'The Notebook' and I cried until my head hurt. Every single time I watch it, I bawl like a baby.<br />...I always watch it when Justin is away, and as crazy as it sounds, it reminds me of us.<br />...I should start writing in my blog more often.<br />...I LOVE music. It has been my saviour.<br />...I think it is time for bed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-5240898494050471679?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-25105931252464033892008-11-11T19:23:00.001-04:002008-11-11T19:23:14.229-04:00I hate ex-husbands.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-2510593125246403389?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037765.post-20740549245377606352008-11-06T16:45:00.005-04:002008-11-06T17:04:47.252-04:00How I love thee...Junie BEvery week, Jenna has required reading for school. She has to bring a book home and read it to me. Then I have to write a comment about the book and how she read and send it back to school. This week the book was Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook. <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kids/junieb/"> Junie B. Jones</a> kicks ass by the way, and this is why...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Glee is when you run. And jump. And skip. And laugh. And clap. And dance on the top of the dining room table.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Then your mother takes you down from the table. And she carries you to your room for a time-out.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Time-outs kill the glee. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Junie B. Jones</span><br /><br />Isn't that hilarious? Or is it just me? Either way, when Jenna read that part of the book to me, I burst out laughing, and then she did, and we laughed together for 5 minutes. I love childrens books that make you laugh. I've already bought Jenna a boxed set of Junie B. Jones books for Christmas. Shhh...don't tell. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13037765-2074054924537760635?l=holysweetfudge.blogspot.com'/></div>Twylatajboom@hotmail.com2