Six Of One, Half Dozen Of The Other
Date: Thursday May 15, 2008Posted in: Blogging, Family, Random thoughts, Sundry, domestic bliss
I did not mean to leave the poop post up for so long, but what do you know? My life has been busy outside of the Internet. The long weekend is coming and I have a lot to do to prepare for company. I’m also working (DEADLINES!), had Boot Camp last night, and am trying to get outside as much as possible. SUMMER HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!
The lovely Ali (Who also has a Miss Emily) from Cheaper Than Therapy tagged me with a “six random things” meme. I normally shun the memes (I have done a TON of them!), but I was having a hard time deciding how to follow in the footsteps of poop. Miss Ali to the rescue!
Here goes:
1. I love to bake. I really, really do. Honey loves chocolate. He really, really does. I bake copious amounts of sweet treats for him. For many women trying to keep their weight in check this might be a problem, but it’s not for me. I prefer cookie dough/brownie batter to the finished product, and while fresh baking is lovely, I can take it or leave it. Come the next day? I like it even less.
Chips, however, are a totally different story…
2. My middle name is Dian, which is Diane without the “e”. I share it with my Momma. For the first twenty-eight or so years of my life, I thought it was pronounced “Dee-Anne”. BOY WAS I SHOCKED when I found out that was not the case. How smart am I? I did not even know MY OWN NAME. And they let me teach University graduates…
3. I don’t like beer. It tastes like urine. Not that I have ever tasted urine, but beer is what I imagine urine would taste like.
4. Even though I am Canadian, I have to consciously add the letter “u” to words such as “favourite”, “colour”, and “favour”. I hesitate every. single. time. I would ditch it, but us Canadians are a proud folk. Plus, my fellow Canucks would probably hold a lynching. That would suck.
5. As for the whole pound vs. kilo, inches vs. centimetres, Celsius vs. Fahrenheit, mile vs. kilometre differences, I am a mixed bag. I don’t get Fahrenheit. At all. Zero is Freezing, 100 is boiling. Celsuis makes sense to me. As does the kilometre. When it comes to weight, however, kilos confuse me. I need to Google the conversion every time. I know my weight in pounds, but have NO IDEA what I weigh in kilos. I also uses inches instead of centimetres when it comes to measuring. Except when giving birth. I am pretty happy that we do not dilate ten inches. COULD YOU IMAGINE?
6. Speaking of child birth…Before ever having kids, I was convinced that I wanted FOUR of them. After having Nathan a mere twenty months after Graham, I was sure that TWO was the magic number. A little over a year later, Matthew and I knew we wanted one more. Just one. For a total of three. I think it is the perfect number for us right now. Together we have created three perfectly healthy, happy, and gorgeous children. See?
If we ever do want a fourth, we can always adopt. I am DONE being pregnant. And in case you were wondering if an “oops” would ever happen, it is now medically impossible for us to get pregnant. Huzzah!
That’s six things. I am going to tag six people who I *think* would like to play. If not, no worries. I also think they are a pretty neat group of peeps. Check ‘em out.
Kami, Hannah, Kristabella, The Over Thinker, Hillary (with 2 l’s!) and Mrs. Wilson.
This weekend is a busy one. In laws and siblings and a day away, oh my! I doubt I will be posting, though stranger things have happened. Let me get an early start on wishing you a super May long weekend (in Canada, at least). Doing anything fun?
We are getting all “environmental” over here.
It is not that we have ignored our part in the past to be “green”. Matthew and I have big bins that we put all of our recycling in. Once they become an eyesore for our neighbours (2 acres away), we (meaning he) head off to the recycling depot. If I told you how much money we make from recycling our pop bottles and cans, you would probably organize an intervention for me. There is no need to do so, as I think that my Diet Coke consumption is entirely within acceptable limits.
*twitches*
Extreme Makeover: Emily’s Room
Date: Sunday March 16, 2008Posted in: Emily, Faith, Family, Graham, Nathan, domestic bliss
Those of you who have been around for awhile know that we have been renovating this house since we moved into this house. Seven years ago.
Our house is 95% done. What that means in English is that each room is 95% done. It looks good, and is livable, but is missing that final 5%. You know, light switch covers, the occasional baseboard or light fixture.
Sigh.
There are TWO rooms that are 100% complete. My craft room (I love it) and our ensuite bathroom (I love it, as well). Oh yeah! We also redid the siding (Flickr set here) on our house two summers ago.
I have gotten tired of feeling almost complete in our home. Our house did not looked like anyone actually lived here, save for the toys scattered everywhere and the Goldfish crackers strewn about the floor.
Happy Love Day
Date: Wednesday February 13, 2008Posted in: Emily, Family, Graham, Nathan, domestic bliss
My original post title and intro sounded grumpy, which was not my intent. I am changing it because, well, I can. Hooray for the “edit” option!
Honey and I have never been ones to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Who needs a special holiday when we are all about the romance every single day of the year?
Riiiight.
My new found love of flower photography inspired Honey (after some hinting on my part) to buy me these on Tuesday.
Pretty orange and yellow tulips, hey?
Bits And Bites
Date: Sunday February 10, 2008Posted in: Blogging, Emily, Family, Friends, Graham, Nathan, domestic bliss
Brace yourselves. I have completely unrelated topics on my mind today.
Privacy
I have received some sweet comments and emails from people who are concerned on my behalf about privacy issues. They think that I should not be using my last name.
I hear you on this. I do. Trying to keep my last name private was one of the reasons that I switched to a self-hosted site almost two years ago. My old site on Blogger (That I deleted! I’m not as smart as I would like to think!) had my last name in the URL.
I have since realized that keeping my name a secret is a futile attempt for a wide array of reasons. Here are a few of them. In list form. Of course.
