Mr. Spidy Jim

R.I.P Jim Meyer



Your life was cut too short on Friday, 21, 2008 at the tender age of 22. You leave behind a dream of becoming a firefighter, broken hearts and a beautiful baby girl.

I'll always remember you as that crazy kid. I'll think of you everytime I see my Tinkerbell.

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Happy Bunny Day

Tagged, again

MOUTHOLOGY
Q: What is your salad dressing of choice?
A: Raspberry Viniagrette

Q: What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
A: Wendy's

Q: What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
A: Martini's (Ah, memories...and peanut butter and banada martinis)

Q: On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?
A: Enough

Q: What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
A: Can diet Pepsi or Coke Zero count?

Q: What are your pizza toppings of choice?
A: Pepperoni, bacon, pineapple and mushrooms

Q: What do you like to put on your toast?
A: Butter and chedder cheese (the real stuff, not that processed crap)

TECHNOLOGY
Q: What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A: Monkey man jumping on grandpa's waterbed. We were playing 5 little monkeys.

Q: How many televisions are in your house?
A: Steve and I have one TV.

BIOLOGY
Q: Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A: Righty. Steve's my lefty.

Q: Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A: All my wisdon teeth. And monkey (emerg. C-section after 12 hours of hard labour and at 10 cms.)

Q: When was the last time you had a cavity?
A: I dunno. It's been years since I've been to a denist. I don't like them.

Q: What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A: Big boxes at work.

Q: Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A: Not that I can remember.

BULL[CRAP]OLOGY
Q: If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A: Yep. I like to plan and to plan up to that day would be nice.

Q: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A: If I changed my name I would never know when someone is calling me. I'm too use to my own name.

Q: What color do you think looks best on you?
A: Green?

Q: Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A: Yep. I've swallowed many tongue rings.

Q: Have you ever saved someones life?
A: Nope.

Q: Has someone ever saved yours?
A: Nope.

DAREOLOGY
Q: Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A: Um...No. I don't think so.

Q: Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?
A: Hmm...Nah. I'm kinda attached to them.

Q: Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A: Do cows moo?

Q: Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
A: If I was more comfortable with myself, sure. But since I'm not, it's a no.

Q: Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000?
A. Make it $10,000 and you have a deal. Money upfront and in money order form, thank you.

Q: Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?
A: Not in this life time.

DUMBOLOGY
Q: What is in your left pocket?
A: Nada. I'm in comfy pants. No pockets.

Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A: Never watched it.

Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A: The house I'm in right now has carpet.

Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A: Both. Depends on mood and time. I used to love just sitting there, letting the water hit me while I thought. Very relaxing. No time for that now.

Q: Would you live with roommates?
A: I would only if that roommate was Steve.

Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
A: Two, I think.

Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A: Two years ago this coming July. I was speeding (130 in a 90 zone). I started crying and told the cop I just found out I was pregant (the truth) and I had to tell my boyfriend (not true, he knew already). And then I tried to get the cop to hold my pregancy test (which was in my purse because...well, because I still didn't quite believe it myself yet). He wouldn't take it, but he let me off with a warning.

Q: Who is number 1 on your top 8?
A: Top 8 of what?

LASTOLOGY
Q: Last Friend you talked to?
A: On phone, Missy.

Q: Last person who called you?
A: Work

Q: Last person you hugged?
A: Monkey

Q: Last person to stick their foot in your face?
A: Monkey. I was "eatting" his feet.

FAVORITOLOGY
Q: Number?
A: 10

Q: Season?
A: Toss up between spring and fall

CURRENTOLOGY
Q: Missing someone?
A: Always

Q: Mood?
A: Very tired. A little sick.

Q: Listening to?
A: The air being pushed through the vents. And the dog snoring.

Q: Watching?
A: Words appearing on the computer screen, right before my eyes! It's amazing.

Q: Worrying about?
A: This, that, nothing, everything...I'm a worrywart and I'm okay with that.

RANDOMOLOGY
Q: First place you went this morning?
A: Bathroom.

Q: What can you not wait to do?
A: Sleep.

Q: What's the last movie you saw in theater?
A: Ummm...Simpson Movie last year. I don't get out much.

Q: Do you smile often?
A: I try.

Q: Are you a friendly person?
A: I try.

Home

Steve's home.
For good.
He decided not to go back to Australia.

Birthday

Monkey enjoying his new recliner from Mommy and Daddy.

Birthday boy and balloons. The whole dinning room was full of balloons.

What happened to the cake? I see finger marks...

That's what happened to the cake! Mommy left the cake a little too close to monkey.

Opening presents with Daddy.

If you're on my facebook, there's a ton more photos there.

Until next time...

Monkey is one year old.
Monkey is 12 months old.
Monkey is 52 weeks old.
Monkey has lived one full year.

May I cry now?

I am so proud of my little monkey man. I can't remember what life was like without him. Even though I am still physically healing from having him and all the problems afterwards, I look at him today and am filled with love. He's smart, kind, curious and a bundle of energy.

**Blogger isn't letting me upload pictures, so I will try to post one later of Monkey and his birthday fun**
Until next time...

**This is an edited post. I had originally written monkey is 24 months old. I am a knob. What can I say? I was rushing through the post so I could go decorate the birthday cake. Lesson learned...Rushing leads to not thinking straight or proof-reading. Feel free to laugh at me. Really. Go ahead. I don't mind. I'm laughing at myself too.**

Seven Random Things

I've been tagged by the awesome Jeni (aka Pepsigirl at BG).
Here's seven random things about me:

1. I *heart* Degrassi. I think it steams back to when we were living in Quebec and one of the few English shows was Degrassi Jr High and Degrassi High. I like it best when the show is about one of the old characters (Snake, Spike, Joey, Catilin anybody?).

2. I am extremely clumsy! Know anyone else who managed to hole punch a finger? Thank goodness it didn't go all the way through. On Monday I had a run in with a door. See picture. I drop almost everything. Lucky for monkey I haven't dropped him.

3. Whenever I try some sort of food, candy, gum, etc, and I don't like it, I will pretend it's good to get someone else to try it too. It's like doing a favor. How is someone going to know just how bad it is just by my description? Plus it's no fun to be the only one with a bad taste in my mouth.

4. I have a weakness for fun panties, bras and socks. My dresser drawers are overflowing with them. I do not own a single pair of basic, one colour socks. Even my workout socks have designs (breast cancer socks...Fun, mostly pink and money gone to a good cause). My workout bras are either funky colours or have designs. Same with my everyday undergarments. Plain colours and no designs just don't make the cut.

5. I'm not sure if I ever want to get married. I've already spent thousands of dollars on a wedding that never happened. I don't want to waste that kind of money again. I love Steve with all my heart, mind and soul and I see us together for a very long time. I'd rather buy a house with him than spend money on a one day event. We're already out of sync with the norm; we have a child together. We look like a married couple, we act like a married couple, we talk like a married couple; we're just missing the little piece of dead tree saying we're married.

6. If Steve asks me to marry him, I'd probably say yes, dispite all I just wrote for #5, just for the pretty, new *princess-for-a-day* dress. My first (and only, so far) wedding gown was stolen by the steamtress. Good thing the shithead cheated on me or I would have had nothing to wear to my own wedding.

7. When I was little I *knew* I was going to be a rock star when I grew up. I practiced everyday. I would sing, I would dance, I would recite acceptance speeches, I would have practice interviews with myself and I would try to be just like my favourite stars. Reality set in when I realized I can't sing to save my life. I've been a lost soul since.

I'm suppost to tag seven people now. I don't know who to tag. Becca? Do you want to try? Jeni already tagged some of the BG bloggers. I'll tag Tiersa and Jeanette, Linda and Lori.
It's not seven but it'll have to do.
Until next time...

Sucks

Sometimes I just want to curl into a ball and never speak to another person outside of my little circle.
Why do I write this?
Well, remember my last post? Saying I have a job? Well, I don’t. The temp agency I’m signed up with at the moment sent me out to a job on Monday. I was told to call them at the end of the day to report back. When I called I was told the company loved me and offered me a job. I, obviously, was really excited. I reported back to the work place yesterday. I did work. I worked darn hard only to get sent home two hours early. Something wasn’t clicking to me and I called the temp agency. I was then told they mixed up my name with someone else’s. She has a job, I don’t.
Needless to say, I am really upset over this. It felt like a kick in the teeth.
I have so much to offer a company. I want to work and I will work hard. Why is it so hard to find a job? Why can’t I have a chance to prove myself?
It’s not fair.
Back to begging for a job and applying everywhere.
Until next time…

Working 9 to 5

Well, not really....
Whoo hoo! I have a job! And it’s not too bad either.
I’ve been with a temp agency for a few weeks now and they finally had work for me today. It was only supposed to be for the day, but the company liked me so much they offered me a job. For the next three weeks I’m working the day shift; Monday to Thursday, ten and a half hours a day. It’s factory work, so there’s not too much thinking involved. But the pay is half decent (a little more than I was getting at my last job) and I don’t have to send just over $1000 in gas every month like I was doing before.
Today, I put side airbags into car side panels for Toyota. My back hurts from standing all day, but it was very easy work.
I really missed being with Monkey today. I thought about him as I was working. I called home during one of my breaks to see how he was doing. He was coughing pretty badly when I left this morning. He’s so tired right now, but he won’t lie down. Thankfully my parents watched him while I ran around getting stuff ready for tomorrow morning. Packing a lunch, getting monkey and mine’s clothes ready and such. I was hoping to get in some scrapping time tonight, but I don’t think that is going to happen. I still need to shower and I have to go to bed early tonight. I’m used to going to bed around midnight, but monkey normally lets me sleep in until eight. I have to be out the door by 6:25 tomorrow morning. Yuck, waking up early.
Until next time…

Homebound

I know when Steve will be home! I know when Steve will be home!
I knew he couldn't surprise me.
He'll be home on Wednesday. I'll just have to keep telling myself I will not cry. I manged not to cry (in front of him) when he left. I will not cry now.
Okay, I might. But it would be out of shear exhaustion. Monkey is teething on top of being sick. He’s getting more molars! I guess I should at least be thankful he has almost all his teeth and soon we won’t have to go through this.
Monkey has also decided to start running. I knew it was only a matter of time before he figured out he can go faster. Unfortunately, the falls can be harder when one goes faster. He can now walk for about 15 minutes before he falls down, given he doesn’t trip on his pant legs or one of the dogs. He’s learned to lean down and push the dogs out of his way, if he’s not running over them and falling down.

Do you think monkey needs a haircut? I took that picture this morning. I had fun spiking his hair up in a little mohawk. He hated his first haircut so much, I don't want to make him go through the drama again. At least not until after his birthday. I don't want to risk a bad hair cut for all those pictures I'll be taking.

Hmm...Is that selfish of me? :)
Until next time…

Still Suspicious…

Steve wasn’t around for our weekly Saturday night chat. No emails from him today either. It makes me go hmmm….
I’m a little relived he wasn’t around tonight to chat. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him. I love talking to him! I really wasn’t around anyways. Monkey is still not feeling too great and he was fussy tonight. I just spent over two hours reading and re-reading to him. I think he’s finally down for the night. Whoo hoo, it’s happy scrappy time!
I’m off to work on my current project.
By the way…I’m in love with Glimmer Mist. If you’re a scrapper, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re a scrapper and you don’t know what I’m talking about…Buy some! You will fall in love with the elegant colours and the gorgeous shimmer of glitter. Once I have spending money again I am going to buy a truck load of this stuff!
Until next time…