when mummy cleans the bathroom…
July 23, 2009
it’s time to suck on an ink pad!
Question o’ the day: what’s the grossest thing you ate as a small child? or, have you ever had your stomach pumped (alcohol poisoning doesn’t count)?
30-day trial
July 22, 2009
WARNING: THIS IS ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY, REFLECTIVE POSTS, SO IF YOU’RE NOT ENAMOURED OF THIS PART OF MY BLOG PERSONA, READ NO FURTHER.
that said, i have been thinking about facebook and twitter recently. actually, i’ve been thinking about facebook since i left, almost 2 (!) yrs. ago. i am considering a return to the Dark Side, but have, as yet, not made up my mind.
On the pros side, facebook allows me to connect with friends and fam whom i never get to see. i can find out what they’re up to, and send my good wishes, without a ton of effort on either side. on the down side, i have a somewhat addictive personality, which is why i gave it up in the first place. having a computer around basically 24/7 makes it difficult to resist checking in on all my ‘friends’ often. too often.
as for twitter, i do like the idea of micro-blogging, since twitter makes it easier for people to read my musings, and to reply. sometimes regular blogging feels a bit like shouting into a room where the lights have just been switched off. i can hear other people breathing and muttering, but few people call out so i can identify them. i’m just like that, too; i read other people’s blogs, but don’t comment all that often. in this way, it seems like twitter could be a win-win. BUT, will twitter kill my ability to write anything above 140 characters? will i stop blogging? will i become a twitter junkie, a sort of self-obsessed proclaimer of all things banal, addicted to the rush of people paying attention to my every verbalized thought? this last objection is the reason i’ve been holding out on the whole twitter phenomenon. i’m not accusing anyone of this, by the way, just subjecting myself to a bit of critical self-examination.
lastly, and perhaps most importantly, staying out of the facebook/twitter loop is making me feel, well, (and laugh out loud if you wish) OLD. maybe it’s that my birthday is just around the corner, or that summer always fills me with this bittersweet longing to be 21 forever, with all my possible destinies still ahead of me. i do realize, however, how essentialized and unrealistic that version of my youth is, and most of the time i’m able to shake off the nostalgia. but as i think through all these issues about connection, relationship, being ‘wired’, the omnipresence of the interwebs, i can’t help feeling like i’m shaking an upraised and impotent fist at an unfeeling sky. is there any point in decrying our absolute societal obsession with the internet? with broadcasting our personal lives? with being able to access EVERYTHING from EVERYWHERE at ANY TIME? i wonder.
and, as if to illustrate the wonderful and crazy world i’ve just been describing, the shoes i ordered online at 7 pm monday night were just delivered, and i’m now posting a picture of them.
quick, now…
July 14, 2009
name your favourite dessert.
(i just got to share some of mine at bacchus. the lovely ladies and i split some: white choc. creme brulee, triamisu, freshly churned espresso ice cream and a choc/hazelnut croquant–definitely a new fav. aren’t i a lucky girl?)
Breakin’ it down, facebook-style.
July 13, 2009
Jennifer is fascinated by the remains of the wasp nest her husband so valiantly destroyed last night. posted Jul 11 2009
Jennifer is with her family at her daughter’s teacher’s wedding. posted jul 11 2009
Jennifer is enjoying dinner, champagne, and great company at the Kochs’ new house. posted Jul 12 2009
clearly, i sometimes miss me the “facey bookey”. and what of you? what is your current ’status’?
Summer feet.
July 9, 2009
ever since i was a wee’un, i have been mildly obsessed with my feet. perhaps it is because they are freakishly skinny, often the only part of me able to lay claim to that descriptor. in any case, there is a moment, a moment that happens only once every few years, where my humble toesies become the perfect symbol for a perfect summer.
this year, it’s made even better by the addition of friendship anklets (or, “piglet anklets” as edmund calls them). agatha made mine herself.
A perfect summer, you say? What makes it a perfect summer? Well, this:
several hilarious and mostly successful rounds of scrabble,
baking and craft sessions just me and the kiddies,
down time,
day trips with cousins,
water fun of all kinds,
and Canada Day cuteness.
As a sidenote, i love how a gallery of photos distills the fun times, making them far outshine the regular bumps and hiccups of daily life.
Now, we’re back, and into the thick of our first summer of lessons. Just swimming and yoga, mind you, but the first sessions where both the children are occupied at the same time.
so, now that you’re overwhelmed with photos, a Question O’ the Day:
what makes a summer perfect?
