First Snow

November 29th, 2005 we got our first snow. BITCHEN!

We live in the one little pocket of Canada where it doesn't snow much. In fact we're lucky if it snows once or twice a year, and if it sticks longer than a day. I don't want to get all excited about the fact that it snowed IN NOVEMBER, meaning hopefully we will get a good dump of it around Christmas.





The last time we had a good winter storm was right after I moved to Canada to live with Chad. It was January of 1996 and there was a good 4 feet of snow on the ground. At the time Chad only had a motorcycle license and I had no car, so we had to walk everywhere. We walked the few blocks to the grocery store and picked up some necessities, and on the way home I slipped on the VERY LAST STEP before our door and sprained the hell out of my ankle. (This is a common recurrence in my life). That night we thought we'd go in the hot tub, hoping it would help my ankle. Our hot tub was on the roof of the garage, and we had to go up some icy steps to get there. On our way back down I slip, yet again and sprain my other ankle. There's a reason they call me Grace.

On a sad note, Chad's grandmother passed away Monday evening after a short battle with cancer. He'll be leaving me home with the kids this weekend while he goes to 100 Mile for the services. Send him safe travel vibes as the roads are icy, and sanity vibes for me, being trapped at home, with no car, and 2 kids.

I think a trip to the liquor store may be necessary.

Somethings wrong with this picture.

Santa Claus Parade

Here's some shots of the kiddos:



Cman in his element, on the skytrain, coming home:


ZONK!

A million dollars* to whoever guesses the correct answer*

1. How many mornings will it be before I stop reaching for my glasses first thing?

2. Why aren't fish called swims?

*i won't really give you a million bucks, because, hey, i don't have it! i only said that in hopes that this would mean i'd win the lottery and have some idjit think they're entitled and try to sue my ass. BRRRING IT!

Craig Hogan, you are a schmoo!

This happened around the time of my lasik, and I've been meaning to post it when I could see to post it and remember to post it simultaneously. THE PLANETS HAVE ALIGNED!

My business line rang, and I answered it.

"Is Coralie there?"
"Speaking"
"Hi, um, uh, do you know a Craig?"
"Nooo, uh, wait, whats his last name?" Thinking I technically do know one Craig, my stepbrother, however we see each other like once a year and he lives up north so I doubt its the same Craig.
"Craig Hogan"
"Nope, sorry, I don't know him."
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh........." (she seems to be stammering and wants to say something)
"Can I help you with something?"
"Well, Craig is my boyfriend and I found your number in his wallet"

Aha! Now it all makes sense!

"Ah, was it a business card?"
"No, it was written on a piece of paper."
"Well..." and I tell her about my line of work "and when I go out with my girlfriends and we meet people my job inevitably comes up, and sometimes people take my number to call me later for orders or to book parties or for their spouses."
"Ooooh, ok..." She still seems unsure.
"Honey, I've been married for ten years and have two kids, sounds to me like you need a new man."
"Yeah, well, we've just been having some problems lately."
"Well, you know what I do for a living now, when you dump the loser call me and I'll hook you up."

She laughs, we hang up.

I'm still wondering whatever happened with that woman and with Craig Hogan. Of course, since I know my number was in there innocently, maybe he wasn't cheating with other women after all.

Buuuut, I doubt it.

I must have been on crack

Thats the only reason I can think of for signing up as a parent helper at Cmans school the day after Halloween.

Help me make it out alive....