Bandwagon-ing - 10 Secrets

So - some SUPER cool bloggy friends of mine are doing this thing... it's a countdown of various subjects pertaining to moi.  My head is pretty much always buried up my own ass - and it's actually tricky to take inventory of who I am, what I love, and what all is bumping around in my damaged thinker...

Here's the 10 days:

10 secrets
9 loves
8 fears
7 wants
6 places
5 foods
4 books
3 films
2 songs
1 picture

1.  Romantic comedies ALWAYS make me teary.  Even the wretched ones - like Ashton Kutcher/Brittany Murphy wretched.  I would NEVER show it.

2. I think it's INSANELY fun to notice my toenails need clipping.  Don't ask.  Since childhood.  Newly trimmed nails feel like a fresh start in life - HELLO!  BEST. FOOT.  FORWARD.

3. I have not ironed in at LEAST 10 years.  Yet, In high school - i ironed my JEANS.  EVERY MORNING.

4.  In Grade 6, I wrote out the lyrics to a Madonna song on a piece of paper, changed a couple words, and showed it to a girl on the bus and asked her to read the song I wrote.

5.  I used to fantasize the Hulk Hogan would spot me in a crowd of fans and adopt me.

6.  I've had dirty dreams about KD Lang.

7.  I bawled 70% of the 5 days I was in the Grand Canyon.  Granted, I was 7 weeks in to an unplanned pregnancy - but I NEVER tell people MOST of my fears were faced during what should have been the most amazing trip of my life to date.  I was also with a pile of 20 year olds that REALLY didn't get it.  What doesn't kill you... right?

8. It makes me CRAZY when people type things for emphasis, but draw out the wrong letter.  Let me give an example: "CCCCCCCCCCRAZY!".  You can't POSSIBLY draw out the "c" in crazy.  If you need to emphasize, and you won't USE ALL CAPS, LIKE I DO (WAY, WAY too often)... it's either "CRRRRRRRRAZY!"  or "CRAAAAAAAAAAAZY!"


Got it?  Or did I just reveal my own crazy?  

Also, there is no LOLOLOLOL.  What you're looking for is LMFAO.  Or ROTFLMAO.  Not "laugh out loudoutloudoutloudoutloudoutloudoutloud.  


Got that?  

That was a secret - as you can likely tell, I've been bottling that one up.

Okay.  Let's go to 9.

9.  I've been thinking for 10 minutes on this.  Am I OUT?  I'm just not that secretive!  How can I match "dirty dreams about KD Lang"?  OH!  I once dreamed I was breast feeding an adult male I work with.  I wanted to BURN MY F*CKING BRAIN OUT in the morning.

10.  Aaaand.... I pee with my legs crossed.  That's right, I'm SUCH a lady, I even cross my legs on the CAN.  

Santa's Watching!

Shae is three.  This means, every request is made a minimum of three times... and usually five, at which point I sound like that mom that everyone loves to hate, snapping at her kid in the line up at Walmart... you know the sound...

SHAE!  LIN!  What did I JUST say?  TWELVE TIMES?  You MUST listen!

Its annoying... we both find communication a wee bit of a strain on our relationship...

So.

I pulled out, "Shaelin.  Santa is WATCHING you."

And presto!  Volume comes down, we spend a great deal less time negotiating.  Magic.  Bliss.  Heavenly.

Today, I'm trying to get her into the car to take Cod to the vet for shots and Shae is dragging her feet like she's the one getting a poke... so, after the 2339058945 request, I pull out the big guns.

Exasperated, I snip (this part is SO mature.  I warn you.) - "I'm telling SANTA!!!  Santa is ALWAYS watching you, Shaelin."

And she looks at me, gives me this flip glance and says, "Santa is watching YOU too."

I guess she's been reporting all my snippyness!

Santa, More Santa, and Ice Cream

We had a very busy weekend!

First, we had the company children's Christmas party at Springridge Farms on Saturday.  Shae had a total blast.

In past years, Shae has screamed her face of at the slightest glimpse of the jolly fat guy, er, Santa.  This year, I fully expected the same.  But, no sooner did Santa appear and Shae had launched herself off the bench and tackled ol' St. Nick at the knees for a hug.  It was one of those, "Oh my god, my kid is SO DAMN CUTE moments."

She went back to see Santa about 3 times before he left for the day.  She'd like a big Belle doll from Santa.  Let's hope he delivers.

Then, we drove like maniacs hurried home to park our butts on the curb to watch the Brampton Santa parade.  This was Shae's first parade - in the evening, no less - so I had no idea how she would fare in the cold.  She LOVED it.  Because it's at night, the floats are all lit up.  It was lovely.  Shae stuck her hand out for highfives to all the characters passing by.  Definitely a new tradition... we could even walk there from out new house.

Then, on Sunday, completely unrelated to the Santa theme... and only posting because I LOVED her loving this ice cream cone... the last of the summer stash of Chapman cones... going out with a bang.

Another Melter

Picture this:
My gal - all dressed up in her Ariel dress, and her plastic dressup high heels... throwing her arms out to me and asking, "Dance with me, my p'ince!"

Seriously - someday, my baby is going to fall in love... and I really only thought of it yesterday, watching her make believe a royal romantic ball.

Swimming Lesson - Week 3489738497

Since I know you're all wondering if Shae's mastered the swan dive yet...

She has.  Such GRACE!

Glenaura Farm

We are so blessed to have made amazing friends in the Pease family.  They own and operate Glenaura Farm, where they board horses and typically have something or other (currently mini pigs and chickens) they are keeping. 

Shae and Hanna are wonderful playmates, and Mandy and Andrea are too ;)  Chris takes a fair bit of ribbing without a pout.  So he's a'right.

So how have I NEVER blogged them?  Sheesh?

Here's a few pics from our latest visit... I should have photographed the food too - fajitas AND sticky buns... life is goooooooood on the farm!

Remembrance Day

Maybe coincidence - but it seems particularly fitting that today, on Remembrance Day, Shae is sitting in the tub singing a made up song over and over, "Thank you, thank you for everything.  Thank you, thank you for everything."

Indeed.