Royal Wedding Hangover

I am experiencing a Royal Wedding Hangover.
I feel like I sat on my sofa for 24 hours eating junk food, drinking...and feeling sorry for myself because I don't look like Princess Catherine.  I feel like I sat wide eyed for the entire day thinking life sucks because I didn't get to enjoy a wedding worth many millions of dollars, walk down a tree-lined aisle, and experience the sound of billions of people gasping at the sight of my dress.

Wait a second.
That is exactly what I did.

So instead of drowning myself in the toilet, I will instead take this time to bitch.
Gossip.  That is a better word.
So what if it was the most beautiful, perfect wedding I have ever witnessed.
Hmph.

{insert English accent here}

Kate...Catherine...HRH...Duchess of Cambridge...Luckiest Girl in the World totally copied my wedding dress.

Me. 
Lace.
Tiara.


Her.
Lace.
Tiara.


Whoever told Princess Eugenie that this was the perfect hat for her to wear should be fired.
Whoever made Princess Beatrice's dress/skirt/curtain should learn how to sew.
Since when did Prince Andrew turn 75?
Do you think he was embarrassed standing between his two daughters?
I totally think they dressed this way to take the attention away from the Bride and Groom.  They were pissed off that their Mom wasn't invited to the ceremony so had to make a statement.


Pippa.
The Bride's sister.
The Maid of Honour.
I would totally do her.


But my prediction is that she and Prince Harry will do the badonkadonk, run away together and make beautiful babies.

Have I gone too far?

Lets look at that picture again.

Hubba Hubba.

Considering the pomp and circumstance of the entire event, I would have liked to see a bigger bouquet.  Couldn't they have splurged for a few more flowers?
By the way, my bouquet was also white and green.
Hmmmmmmmmm.............

Dear Barbara Walters.  Please retire.

Church choirs always make me tear up.
And trumpets.

And knowing that Princess Diana wasn't there to share in this perfect day contributed to my high consumption of chocolate.

But I am sure she saw it all.
And was very proud of the man her boy has become.


{Thanks Google for the images}

Adjectives

kind
caring
loving
best cook in the Universe
strong
beautiful
positive
supportive
proud
intelligent
humourous
lover of books
shoes
olives
and fresh, homegrown tomatoes
perfection
daughter
sister
aunt
wife
grandmother

My Hero.

Today is my Mother's birthday.
I love her
truly
madly
deeply



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And I just have to do this............

Kate who?????

Hometown. In the Spring.

Ok, ok, I admit it.  I am cheating.  This is a post I wrote last year about my hometown.  It just happened to be in the Spring.
And Spring looks the same here every year.Annnnnnnnd, MamaKat asked us to post pics of our hometown.Sweeeeeet.

We still have17 donut shops and the 22 pizza places.
We still have our many parks, grocery stores and schools.
But every community has those.
Bor-ing.

We have a McDonalds.
A Home Depot.
Even a Walmart.

We have a new public library.
A recreation complex is {still} being built as I write this.
And we have a few arenas.
Because hockey is huge in this town.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned I live in Canada?Ontario to get more specific.
I am in a medium (but growing rapidly) town approximately 30 minutes north of Toronto.

My town is known for something special.
Something unique.
My town is smack dab in the middle of the Holland Marsh.
My town is the Heart of Canada's Vegetable Industry.
Onions, potatoes, carrots, lettuce, cabbage, radish, endive and even bok choy are grown in my backyard....and across the road.....up the street...around the corner and across town. 

I know.  You are jealous. 
I would be if I couldnt go across the street to pick carrots for dinner.

But I have never done that...nope...not me.

The town I live in is surrounded by marshland that has been drained and worked for agricultural purposes.  This is some of the most fertile soil in the entire, enormous, gigantic Universe.
Honest.

Surrounding this marshland is the Canal System. 
The Canal (which flows into Lake Simcoe) provides water for irrigation and a waterway for recreational activities such as fishing, snowmobiling, and picking seaweed if that is something you enjoy doing in your spare time.
Just sayin'.In 1942, my Grandfather-in-law moved to this small town to break the Marsh.  That means he was one of the first people on the land with horses after it had been drained.  The ground was so soft that they had to put paddles on the horses hooves to keep them from sinking in the muck.
Yes, really.
True story.
Today they use tractors without paddles because it isnt 1942.
Why do I love it here you may be wondering?
Because I enjoy living in the country but also being close to everything.
It takes me 3 minutes to get to the store or my children's school.
But.....my children can come home and dirt bike in our backyard, build bridges just for the fun of it, watch tractors across the road and pick onions for dinner.
Oops.....umm...no they dont do that.


So now that I have convinced you that my town is a gem and you have decided to move here, you can reward me with some bok choy.
I can tell you where to get some for cheap.

I bet MamaKat's hometown isnt this awesome.

Boys, money and Japan.

I have this weird comparison.
Have you ever seen the movie Terms of Endearment?  It is my favourite movie of all time.
In the movie, there are three children.  Two boys and a little girl.
The oldest boy is very "tough" and doesn't often show or express much emotion. He plays the part of "nothing can break through my shell" and "no one can hurt me". 
The middle child is very emotional and not afraid to express his feelings.  He lets you know when you have ticked him off.  He cries when something hurts his heart.
And the little girl likes dresses.

Those are my children.



But anyways....why am I talking about this?
Because my middle child came downstairs with his money jar recently.
He took out a Spiderman bag and filled it with change.  His change.
He wanted to donate money to people in Japan because he heard the news about the earthquake/tsunami.

He then told me that he thought it was sad that the kids didn't have bicycles to ride and scooters to "scoot on".
He told me that he wanted to give them money so they could do groceries and maybe buy some Pop Tarts.

He said that he has enough money and feels good giving some away.
And even gave me a nickel.
My big, strapping 7 year old boy is emotional.  He cares about others and is not too tough to help out.  He feels good helping...giving.

And if there is nothing else that I ever teach this child, I will feel good knowing that he is kind, caring and genuinely cares about others.

Oldest child stood back and watched as his brother gave away all of his money.  He then told me that he wasn't "ready" to give his money away.

If there is nothing else that I teach him, I will feel good knowing that he likes to save.
The End.



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Yo

I am taking a blog break this weekend.
but not before I wish y'all a Happy Easter.

I will be eating alot of these before they are off of the shelves for another year.

And I will also be remembering the reason for the season.

If my Mom blogged.....

If my Mother was a blogger, she would be world famous and make millions.
If my Mother was a blogger she would share her millions with her loving children.
Because she is nice that way.
And Mothers are supposed to do all that nicey nice stuff.

If my Mother was a blogger she would write about her wonderful, perfect daughter and how much she loves her.
Even after all the teen aged years crap.

If my Mother was a blogger today she would write about her son in law.
Because it is his birthday.

She would talk about the years when she couldn't use the telephone because her daughter spent hours talking to him.
She would write about how polite he was even as a teenager.
She would write about how happy she was when her daughter became engaged to the polite boy who always called her.

And how perfect their wedding day was.
And how ecstatic she was when she found out they were going to make her a Grandma even though she didn't want to feel old.
Because she wasn't.
And she would write about that too.

Then she would get all mushy and stuff writing about how much she loved him.  How lucky she is to have him in her life and how she couldn't imagine him not being a part of her everyday.

Wait.  That last part is something I would write.
In fact, I just did.
So there.

Happy Birthday to my {young-ish} hubby.

This post was very loosely inspired by Mama Kat.  She is nifty.

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Today my Princess is 3 years old.
Every year I ask the same questions.
How did this happen?
Where does time go?
And say the same stuff.
They grow up too fast.
I miss my babies.

But the truth is, they will always be my babies.
When they are 3, 7, 9, 25 and even 62.
I will always marvel at their beauty.  Their perfection.
I will always be amazed that I had a part in creating them.
And for the rest of my life I will brag about them every chance I get.
Because they are that special.

Princess had a party this weekend to celebrate her birth.
She chose a summer dress even though it was snowing outside.
She chose to have a pink butterfly "cwip" in her hair.
And told me many times throughout the day that she loves pink and Minnie Mouse.
Phew.

Because her party was bathed in pink.  And Minnie Mouse.
Here are the pictures to prove it.



I love this girl because she loves wearing dresses.
And nighties.
And always has her sleeves pulled up.

I love this girl because she knows every Disney Princess without ever seeing the movies.
Has an obsession with shoes.
And jewellery.

I love this girl because she tells me she loves me.
And in the next breath lets me know that she "no need help".
She calls Babybel cheese, "circle cheese" and ketchup "dip dip sauce".


I love this girl because she dances and sings whenever she feels the urge.
And lets everyone know that she is "so pretty".
Or maybe that is me.
Because she is.


Happy Birthday to the most beautiful three year old Princess in the Universe.

And just to fit in with all of the other bloggers who go to extremes to plan their childrens birthdays.

*summer dress purchased at Costco
*gifts purchased at the Disney Store, Toys R Us and Mastermind Toys
*candles purchased at local dollar store
*cake made by my very talented friend Val.  I have all of her contact info if anyone is interested.  You should be because she did an amazing job and the cake tasted heavenly. 



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3 years ago, this is what I wrote about

I used to have a different blog.  I went back to this date exactly 3 years ago today....well tonight...early tomorrow morning if you want to get specific.  This is what I wrote just a few hours before we met our baby girl.  Man, am I ever glad we decided to have just one more baby.

She completes us.

It is almost 5am.


I have been awake since 3am.


There is a full moon.


It is birth day.


4 hours from now I will be in the hospital.


I am terrified.


I am hours away from experiencing pain I do not wish to experience.


I am hours away from meeting my baby girl.


Baby girl. Baby girl. Baby girl.



I need to say it out loud over and over again to wrap my head around the idea of having a (gulp) daughter.


My life as I know it will never be the same.


I will no longer be just a "mom of boys".


My boys are going to be big brothers. For some reason I get very emotional when thinking about that.


Baby girl, we can't wait to meet you.


xo

Randomness

Please be advised that this post may contain foul language which may be offensive to some viewers.
I am in the mood to speak in potty mouth language.
Because I am sick and tired of telling my kids to use the word "poop" instead of "shit"...and "penis" instead of "ball sac".
And many other interesting terms they learn when they head over to school to learn what I hope is valuable knowledge.
But apparently "ball sac" and "humping" is what their brains really take in.

Interesting.
Not.

**We had Princess' third birthday celebration this weekend.  I was informed by my loving, respectful, non-selfish sons that we buy her all of the good gifts and only buy them "crap".
I then informed them that they will receive nothing next birthday because they don't appreciate all that they have.
And they were then reminded that they have dirt bikes, horses, expensive bicycles and scooters that can all be given to kids who will appreciate them.
But now I am thinking I will buy them Disney Princess toys, Barbies and Cabbage Patch Dolls if they think they are "good gifts".
Brats.

Did I mention that those dirt bikes were recently stolen and my children didn't notice until the nice police officer showed up at our door to let us know they found them?

Hmph.

**I have tendinitis in my right shoulder for the gazillionth time.  What.The.Fuck is up with that?  I asked the doctor if they could do a shoulder transplant so I wouldn't have to live in pain all of the time.  He laughed.

I wasn't joking.

**Ike the Horse and Duke the Horse come to live at our house in a couple weeks.  My life as I know it will  never be the same.  My house will smell like horse shit for the next umpteen years.

Fun times.

**There are three men working here at the house right now.  I wish I could tell you they were wearing nothing and cleaning my house while I was sitting here eating bon bons, but nope.


They are doing stone work outside making a shit load of noise while Princess naps.

Jerks.

**My new favourite show

**I wish I thought of this


**Mr. Momma aka Busy just wrote the last exam of his university career.  For the last 6 years he has been going to school part time, as well as working, running a business, building fences, purchasing horses, selling a business and, oh yeah, building a house.
Now he is finished school.
What is he going to do with himself???

Weekly Winners

I have a problem.
I haven't been taking many pictures.
Why?
I don't know.
Just lots going on and haven't been feeling the itch.
And the weather sucks.
And our house is a disaster due to some work being done outside.
Soo....this is what I have for this week.....

Princess dressed up as a Princess. How appropriate.




Oldest child waiting for the school bus.
Wearing a cowboy hat.
Because he is unique like that.
I am trying to convince my husband that we need to move to Texas to fit in.


This is Studley the dog telling me to "Go take a hike" in nonverbal canine communication.


This is Studley saying "Help me out...please"


This is me saying.........Go see more Weekly Winners here.

This list might make me look like a weirdo, but I am not. Unless you count that time I wore two different shoes to the salon.

Confession time.
I don't read very much.

But I like to read.

Especially People magazine, because holding on to worthless information about Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan is about all my brain can take right now.

But...

I went to Cuba recently and had an entire week without television and Internet...and children to interrupt me.  I met up with the lawn chair and beach every day to read this book.

Columbine. 

I know what you're thinking.
Why on earth would you read such a horrific story while lying on the beach? 
Well, I will tell you.
Because true stories intrigue me.  Human behaviour intrigues me.
That's why.

I finished the book that week and loved every single page.  I highly recommend it.  If you are interested in learning about human behaviour and why sick people do unthinkable things, that is. If not, then that is A-OK with me.

At this very moment I am in the middle of this book.  Written by a fellow blogger {who experienced the tragic loss of his wife just one day after she gave birth to their daughter}, who I stalk daily, this book is touching, tragic, uplifting and I am loving every single word.
I am not just saying that because I stalk him.
But, like I said, I am intrigued by true stories and..well...I feel like I know him.
This book is his story about the loss of his wife and dealing with his grief while raising their daughter Maddy.

Read it.  Now.  Have tissues handy.  And then hug your spouse and kids.

*Books on my READ SOON list

Stiff.  Because this stuff fascinates me.  And I like the title. 

A New Kind of Monster.  Because I am fascinated by big wig military psychopathic serial killers who think they are above the law.  And I want to know how this sicko thought he could get away with it all.
Because looking at his face gives me the heebie jeebies and the fact that no one knew about his secret life just..well....I just dont get it.
Doesn't he scare you?


The Story of Edgar Sawtelle


Cinderella Ate My Daughter
My three old daughter is obsessed with princesses, high heel shoes, pwetty dresses and makeup.  She has two older brothers and a mother who lives in jeans, sweatshirts and running shoes.
Human behaviour.
Fascinating.

The Horse Boy


And just for fun and pure entertainment, I will definitely be reading this book when it is released in two years. I like to plan ahead.
Roses and Thorns


Check out what others are reading here. *I'm posting this early so check the link on Friday or just go say hi to Kelly and congratulate her on her new baby Hollis. k thanks bye

Me, myself and I.

This is what happens when you have children.
You lose sleep.
Your hormones go wild.
You cry alot.
You love madly.
You lose everything stored in your brain for the last 20 something years, and only store information relating to poop and lack of sleep.
Every bit of your life revolves around your lovely little family.
Then, as your children get older and take advantage of all you do for them, you realize there is more to life.
For years, you have doted on your perfect babies.
You have loved every inch of them and done everything they have needed.

And during that time you have lost yourself.
You forget the person you were before they swept you off of your feet.
You are unsure of what truly makes you happy.  JUST you.  Not with your children.  Just you.

Or maybe it is just me.

I am going to counselling to find myself again.
Crazy huh?
I know I love chocolate and I know that I hate coffee.
I know I love photography, gossip magazines and I know I hate emptying the dishwasher.

But I don't know who I am anymore because I have only been a Mother and a Wife.
Not just Momma.

Here is to another journey.

I Heart Faces- Shadows

I heart shadow pictures.


Especially when they are of people I love {on their wedding day} at places I love {Cuba}.

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I Have Entered the Gates of Three Year Old Hell

Let me give you younger folks a bit of advice.
When you see pictures of newborns and how squishy and adorable they are, I know it makes you want to have one.
The tiny fingers and toes.
The baby smells.
The silky soft hair.
It all sounds so tempting and perfect.

These adorable little creatures eventually grow up.
To the age of 2 years 11 months.


This, my friends, is the age when you wish you could send them back to the Heavenly place they came from.
This is the age when you wish you could send them to SuperNanny for awhile and have her send them back as well behaved, non moody young Angels.

I think I am living in Almost 3 Year Old Tantrum Throwing, Screaming, Screeching, Demanding Cookies for Breakfast, No Napping Hell.It is a scary, scary place.
I hope I make it out alive.