The Old and The New

The new hair do and the old(er) tattoo

Memory Lane

Will be travelled this weekend. It's a hockey weekend which is not unusual this time of year. Whats unusual is location. Drew has a tournament in Spencerville on Sunday. Spencerville is about an hour away and was also my 'home' ice as a teenager. I have plenty of memories, playing hockey at that rink when I was 16/17. I've tried hard not to pressure her, especially since she's between the pipes for this tournament but secretly, I want them to win this tournament. It'll be wonderfully symbolic.

A Valentines Day song

The Wedding Song

"Grace Too" by The Tragically Hip

He said I'm fabulously rich
C'mon just lets go
She kinda bit her lip
Geez, I don't know
But I can guarantee
There'll be no knock on the door
I'm total pro that's what I'm here for
I come from downtown
Born ready for you
Armed with will and determination
And grace too
The Secrets prove of engagement
Are hard to endorse
When the appearance of conflict
Meets the appearance of force
I'm total pro
what I'm here for
I come from downtown
Born ready for you
Armed with will and determination
And grace too

Why I chose it:

I interpret this song as your a bad ass, stubborn, sometimes difficult to be around , demanding
but I have will and determination. I was born ready for you and I'm not leaving.

Sombre Thoughts...

"Two Ottawa firefighters were in hospital last night with serious injuries after they and three others jumped from the top floor of a three-storey building when the townhouse fire they were battling raged out of control."

These guys were from Scott's station, it just happened to be a different shift. My heart is heavy today for the family's of these fire fighters. They no doubt received that visit we all secretly dread. I have vivid dreams about this visit. Its the middle of the night and the Chief's car pulls into the driveway. The Chief, along with a brother who was close to Scott will trudge up the sidewalk, eyes cast downwards and lost for words. I see them in horror. My thoughts are irrational. If I just don't answer the door, whatever they've come to tell me won't be true. If I turn around and go back to bed, that makes it not real. On some deep level I've prepared for this day, although it's much easier to go through life convincing myself that all he does at work is wash firetrucks and play poker. I'll turn the channel on the radio when I hear a fire is raging in our city. This is not how I want to find out. He has a one hour 'grace' period at the end of work.
This meaning he has one hour to be home or call to say he's not coming home before I freak out.
The protocol has deviated once or twice. The results are ugly. This is how we live. Ironically, I wouldn't have it any other way. I know most of the wives say the same thing. Its not my right to pick and choose what makes him happy and fullfilled. My responsibility is to support
his choices. I'd rather a happy partner for the short term than a miserable partner for the long term.

God bless the 3 of you in hospital right now. I know your brothers are on their way right now to sit with you and pray with you. Thank you for all you do, thank you for such selfless sacrifice.
Thank you for always being my heroes

Big hair night

It had been a long long time since I've been dancing so Sunday night I was ready to strike a pose and went with Miss Becka to the 80's retro night at Barrymores. We had so much fun with only one regret. We didn't bring the camera which was shameful considering the hilarious coulda/woulda/shoulda photo ops. This is what we observed;

We all remember highschool; some of us - raises my hand- painfully. In every Highschool there are the same cliques . If you don't belong to one of these cliques, you simply don't exist. Fast forward 20 years and this is what they've become today

1. We have the heavy metal rocker dude. He's gained 30 pounds but still believes he can fit into those skin tight jeans. Judging by the way these pants fit, I can almost guarentee he's sterile by now. The long hair is speckled grey and he's wearing a too short leather jacket that looks like a leather, ladies shrug. He carries himself like a bad boy but you just know he had to sell the motorcycle years ago to buy his kid braces and he'll be going home to get nagged at by wifey for forgetting to take out the poodle for a pee.

2. We have the Football player. Crew cut hair, an old Football shirt so tight it's showing off his man boobs and the biggest, roundest beer gut I've ever seen. His laugh is loud and very annoying and he spends the evening body slamming everyone and throwing an invisible football. You want to suffocate him with the bag of cheetos hanging from his coat pocket.

3. The beloved cheerleader has morphed into a cougar. This was particularily sad. I don't know whats worse. The muffin top, the camel toe, the burnt, permed hair or watching a mother of 5 gyrate to Samantha Fox's "Touch me" .

4. The nerd. The only difference is that the nerd now owns the building and all other commercial property on Bank, is the CEO and boss of the football player, heavy metal dude and wrinkled cheerleader. He still wears the 3 piece suit, just as he did at the highschool dance. He still looks like a bobblehead when he tries to dance and he still has really bad hair.

5. The stud. My personal favourite. I didn't think this bizarre, mating ritual still existed, but amusingly, it does. Its night at the Roxbury, complete with ever present roll of certs and gyrating hips that could impregnant any woman within a 75 foot radius. He has convinced himself that every rejection is actually a primal mating dance where she's challenging him to
drag her by the hair back to the cave. He never gives up. He doesn't even pick up on the lesbian routine.

The weekend in pictures...

Jade has a Sunday afternoon nap with the puppy

Friday night Hockey game. D has her first shut out. We had a big celebration

Saturday night. J and I having a girls night out. We went to see Anti-Flag and Billy Talent in concert

Friday, S and I take to the hills. Of course he's always the one at the bottem taking the pictures which tells you something

and the cool chick of the week award goes to...

Ms. Tyra Banks.

I never cared much for her modelling career, then again I've never cared much for anyone's modelling/acting career. I'm irked by most models and actors who have their jewel crowned head shoved so far up their ass, they can't see that their contribution to society is a big nil.
Their arrogance is profound and based on what? In a society where people would rather suck the fat from their ass or inject poisons in their lips rather than fund an inner city breakfast program , we've lost touch, completely. I degress...back to Tyra

They called her fat, they called her ugly...and she stood in front of the camera wearing her size 14 bathing suit and forced them to confront their cruel accusations. She spoke for every girl that stood in front of the mirror, filled with self loathing because her hips bones weren't protruding and she couldn't fit into those size double zero jeans all the starlets are wearing. She held her head high in that bathing suit and faced that scrutiny like a warrior. If just one little girl walks away thinking, if a supermodel has a body like mine, I must be beautiful too then Ms Tyra, you have contributed far more than most. You go girl!

Its early Friday morning and I'm enjoying a hot cup of java before leaving for the hill. Its a gorgeous day, mild and snowy. Perfect to test run my new Burton. We have to be back for 3 to get ready for Drew's game tonight. She has quite the cheering section this evening. All my family is coming to cheer her on in the net. I wonder if they realize just how much that means to her, how much their support and encouragment boosts her spirit sky high. Makes me love them more than ever.