We Grahams, make the best snow forts in North America.
You should all come over for a snow fort party.
(bring beer)
And here is a little clip of the making of the snowy abode:
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Graham Family Fort
This blog was written March 6, 2007
We Grahams, make the best snow forts in North America.
You should all come over for a snow fort party.
(bring beer)
And here is a little clip of the making of the snowy abode:
We Grahams, make the best snow forts in North America.
You should all come over for a snow fort party.
(bring beer)
And here is a little clip of the making of the snowy abode:
In God we Trust, All Others, We Virus Scan
This blog was written April 3, 2006
My parents, who are older than Father Time himself, finally got themselves a computer. And let me tell you, they know NOTHING about them. Something as simple as hitting ENTER after a finished document, is completely foreign to them. So of course, I, being the sweet and darling daughter that they love the most, set it all up for them and got them going on the internet.
.*BIG MISTAKE*....
My Mom calls me the other day in a panic, "heather, we got one of those virus thingies!! The monitor went all black with a colored flag that says 'windows' floating all over the place!!!"
"Mom...calm yourself. That's the screen saver, now move your mouse and let me go back to bed."
My Dad can't figure out the whole email thing. I checked my own email on their computer other day. He says " WHOA....how did you get your e-mail into OUR computer?" I had no response.
I told them I was going to get them a free virus protection program and they looked at me like they needed protection from the Avian Flu.
Poor dear fools.
My parents, who are older than Father Time himself, finally got themselves a computer. And let me tell you, they know NOTHING about them. Something as simple as hitting ENTER after a finished document, is completely foreign to them. So of course, I, being the sweet and darling daughter that they love the most, set it all up for them and got them going on the internet.
.*BIG MISTAKE*....
My Mom calls me the other day in a panic, "heather, we got one of those virus thingies!! The monitor went all black with a colored flag that says 'windows' floating all over the place!!!"
"Mom...calm yourself. That's the screen saver, now move your mouse and let me go back to bed."
My Dad can't figure out the whole email thing. I checked my own email on their computer other day. He says " WHOA....how did you get your e-mail into OUR computer?" I had no response.
I told them I was going to get them a free virus protection program and they looked at me like they needed protection from the Avian Flu.
Poor dear fools.
When Streetheart happens to good calm people
This blog was written April 10 2007
After 5 days of pure hell, I have decided that I am never drinking again, exercising again,... or heck, even...leaving my house again, because THIS happens:
Thank god for my wonderful man-mate who has taken great care of me amidst the worst pain ever. He even took the legs off the old couch so I could be propped up in front of the TV. And thank god for the doctor who prescribed 4 different types of super powerful drugs and a cuddly neck support for me today. I can now see a blurry light at the end of this tunnel. (drugs are gooooood)
I think I might attempt a shower tonight. Skin's itchy and that can only mean one thing...GOOD OLE BED SORES!!
Streetheart was oh so good though.
After 5 days of pure hell, I have decided that I am never drinking again, exercising again,... or heck, even...leaving my house again, because THIS happens:
Thank god for my wonderful man-mate who has taken great care of me amidst the worst pain ever. He even took the legs off the old couch so I could be propped up in front of the TV. And thank god for the doctor who prescribed 4 different types of super powerful drugs and a cuddly neck support for me today. I can now see a blurry light at the end of this tunnel. (drugs are gooooood)
I think I might attempt a shower tonight. Skin's itchy and that can only mean one thing...GOOD OLE BED SORES!!
Streetheart was oh so good though.
Memory Lane
This blog was written October 16.2006
Who doesn't want to go the local care home and model their Grandmother's wedding dress from 1937? Seriously. It's great fun. You should all try it.
This is how I spent my afternoon. Oscar told me I looked like a pretty princess. WHAT A GOOD BOY!!
Who doesn't want to go the local care home and model their Grandmother's wedding dress from 1937? Seriously. It's great fun. You should all try it.
This is how I spent my afternoon. Oscar told me I looked like a pretty princess. WHAT A GOOD BOY!!
Here's the skinny on skinny jeans
This blog was written September 28, 2006
When skinny jeans hit the fashion scene awhile back, I thought they were pretty darn cute. And I figured that I would have to follow the trend because all the "cool" kids had them. So I went shopping, hoping to come home looking all slender and sexy like this.
Apparently it doesn't work for short, full-hipped Norwegians like me, as I came out looking like a sausage mcmuffin. Kinda more like this.
Some fashion trends should not be followed for the greater good of society. And I get that.
Here's to wearing what looks good and not what Nicole Ritchie says is cool.
Damn you to fashion icon heck, Nicole. You need a few Mars bars, you look like a bug-eyed baby ostrich.
When skinny jeans hit the fashion scene awhile back, I thought they were pretty darn cute. And I figured that I would have to follow the trend because all the "cool" kids had them. So I went shopping, hoping to come home looking all slender and sexy like this.
Apparently it doesn't work for short, full-hipped Norwegians like me, as I came out looking like a sausage mcmuffin. Kinda more like this.
Some fashion trends should not be followed for the greater good of society. And I get that.
Here's to wearing what looks good and not what Nicole Ritchie says is cool.
Damn you to fashion icon heck, Nicole. You need a few Mars bars, you look like a bug-eyed baby ostrich.
Hey gurlz, where's Beyonce at?
This blog was written August 21, 2006.
I am back from my lovely excursion to Minneapolis. I had a wonderful time at the waterslides, the zoo, and the amusement park at the mall. I did NOT go on the roller coaster but please congratulate me for riding the giant scary ferris wheel.
I did not however, shop much. Why? Because every freaking thing down there is expensive name brand garbage.
If I ever think it's cool to shop at Abercrombie and Fitch...PLEASE somebody shoot me. "OOOOOOOH, look at me, I'm like, so cool because I'm stupid enough to waste 40 bucks on a T-shirt that would have cost me 9 without that name! But hey, at least I look like every other cloned human with their bouncy pony tail and pink i-pod playing the latest Rihanna CD yelling 'omigawd, there's a sale at Tommy Hilfiger!'"
It's gonna really suck when my daughter starts acting like this. I better either get used to it or join the clone club myself.
I am back from my lovely excursion to Minneapolis. I had a wonderful time at the waterslides, the zoo, and the amusement park at the mall. I did NOT go on the roller coaster but please congratulate me for riding the giant scary ferris wheel.
I did not however, shop much. Why? Because every freaking thing down there is expensive name brand garbage.
If I ever think it's cool to shop at Abercrombie and Fitch...PLEASE somebody shoot me. "OOOOOOOH, look at me, I'm like, so cool because I'm stupid enough to waste 40 bucks on a T-shirt that would have cost me 9 without that name! But hey, at least I look like every other cloned human with their bouncy pony tail and pink i-pod playing the latest Rihanna CD yelling 'omigawd, there's a sale at Tommy Hilfiger!'"
It's gonna really suck when my daughter starts acting like this. I better either get used to it or join the clone club myself.
A royal state of pigdom
This blog was written January 6, 2007
What is it about vacations and poor eating habits? They seem to go hand in hand. We went to Grand Forks for a few days and stayed at the Holiday Inn (it was a rat-hole, don't go there.)
I craved salt the entire time. DAMN YOU SALT, you wicked yet beautiful mineral.
Yeah, and look what I can do.
Heehee, I ate that cheezie afterwards. I don't care. Tease me. Whatever.
Me and my jiggle belly are going to go lay on the couch now and only eat celery for a few days.
What is it about vacations and poor eating habits? They seem to go hand in hand. We went to Grand Forks for a few days and stayed at the Holiday Inn (it was a rat-hole, don't go there.)
I craved salt the entire time. DAMN YOU SALT, you wicked yet beautiful mineral.
Yeah, and look what I can do.
Heehee, I ate that cheezie afterwards. I don't care. Tease me. Whatever.
Me and my jiggle belly are going to go lay on the couch now and only eat celery for a few days.
And so it ends...
This blog was written April 18, 2007
Well, my poor little nine year old daughter is officially in mourning.
Over the weeks, I've watched her love for American Idol contestant, Sanjaya Malakar, blossom into a crazy obsession, and tonight, his journey ended. And with it....my Shelby's happiness.
When the announcement came, her face went into her hands, and her shoulders started shaking. Barry and I knew it was going to be bad, but we had no idea the horrible depression that would ensue.
She cried uncontrollably as she clutched her two stuffed dogs, San (short for Sanjaya) and Mally, (short for Malakar). She proclaimed that there was no way she could possibly go to school tomorrow as her "friends would be ALL talking about it constantly and like, totally asking her how she was."
I tried my best to comfort her (beneath my stifled giggles) and encouraged her that now she could pick another favorite contestant. To that, she viciously spat back " I am NEVER watching that stupid, (sob) dumb show again!"
It's as though she thinks it's my fault he's gone! Just because I wished for it SOOOO badly. I mean, really, he freaking sucked.
Anyways, my heart goes out to her. Thank you to my friends who called to see how she was. First loves are so....umm....CUTE?
Hopefully she'll feel better tomorrow because I am dragging her sorry little butt to school whether she's balling or not.
Well, my poor little nine year old daughter is officially in mourning.
Over the weeks, I've watched her love for American Idol contestant, Sanjaya Malakar, blossom into a crazy obsession, and tonight, his journey ended. And with it....my Shelby's happiness.
When the announcement came, her face went into her hands, and her shoulders started shaking. Barry and I knew it was going to be bad, but we had no idea the horrible depression that would ensue.
She cried uncontrollably as she clutched her two stuffed dogs, San (short for Sanjaya) and Mally, (short for Malakar). She proclaimed that there was no way she could possibly go to school tomorrow as her "friends would be ALL talking about it constantly and like, totally asking her how she was."
I tried my best to comfort her (beneath my stifled giggles) and encouraged her that now she could pick another favorite contestant. To that, she viciously spat back " I am NEVER watching that stupid, (sob) dumb show again!"
It's as though she thinks it's my fault he's gone! Just because I wished for it SOOOO badly. I mean, really, he freaking sucked.
Anyways, my heart goes out to her. Thank you to my friends who called to see how she was. First loves are so....umm....CUTE?
Hopefully she'll feel better tomorrow because I am dragging her sorry little butt to school whether she's balling or not.
My new son-in-law
This blog was written March 22, 2007
It seems that THIS isn't the only little girl that Sanjaya Malakar can make cry.
I have watched my poor, little brainwashed daughter over the weeks eat, sleep and breathe Sanjaya. 
She has dreams about him, ponders as she's eating her supper, if HE too hates rice? She named her latest little stuffed rottweiler Sanjaya. (San, for short). She changed her desktop background to a close up of him. Sometimes she'll randomly tell us a stupid useless fact about him that she's learned off his fansite. For instance,... if Barry and I are discussing the latest Bush scandal at dinner, she'll suddenly perk up from her daze and say something utterly ridiculous like...."Did you guys know that Sanjaya's hair is, like...naturally curly? But he can totally wear it both ways." Of course, if you tease her, she will go ballistic, turn 8 shades of red and vehemently deny it. SHE thinks he is AH-mazing at singing. She did however suggest that if he asked her, she MAY consider dating him. Last night, she sat on her chair, then the rocker, then the couch, in a 3 minute span as she waited to hear the results of who was getting voted off. Her bottom lip quivered in anticipation, and at times, she covered her eyes. Barry, Oscar and I giggled our hearts out as we watched this hilarious display of young puppy love/obsession. SHE would occassionally catch us grinning at her and bark out, "WHAT???!! He's just a good singer. RELAX, MOTHER!" And so it begins... I remember plastering posters of Kirk Cameron and Brett Michaels all over my walls. (I had a subscription to Tiger Beat, I'm sure). I can't imagine how my parents let me live. Little girls are such feeble-minded little dopes when it comes to boyz.
It seems that THIS isn't the only little girl that Sanjaya Malakar can make cry.
I have watched my poor, little brainwashed daughter over the weeks eat, sleep and breathe Sanjaya. She has dreams about him, ponders as she's eating her supper, if HE too hates rice? She named her latest little stuffed rottweiler Sanjaya. (San, for short). She changed her desktop background to a close up of him. Sometimes she'll randomly tell us a stupid useless fact about him that she's learned off his fansite. For instance,... if Barry and I are discussing the latest Bush scandal at dinner, she'll suddenly perk up from her daze and say something utterly ridiculous like...."Did you guys know that Sanjaya's hair is, like...naturally curly? But he can totally wear it both ways." Of course, if you tease her, she will go ballistic, turn 8 shades of red and vehemently deny it. SHE thinks he is AH-mazing at singing. She did however suggest that if he asked her, she MAY consider dating him. Last night, she sat on her chair, then the rocker, then the couch, in a 3 minute span as she waited to hear the results of who was getting voted off. Her bottom lip quivered in anticipation, and at times, she covered her eyes. Barry, Oscar and I giggled our hearts out as we watched this hilarious display of young puppy love/obsession. SHE would occassionally catch us grinning at her and bark out, "WHAT???!! He's just a good singer. RELAX, MOTHER!" And so it begins... I remember plastering posters of Kirk Cameron and Brett Michaels all over my walls. (I had a subscription to Tiger Beat, I'm sure). I can't imagine how my parents let me live. Little girls are such feeble-minded little dopes when it comes to boyz.
The drama magnet leaves us.
This blog was written February 10. 2007
Yes, I am sure that it is tragic that Anna Nicole Smith died.
However, did CNN really have to have 4 continous hours of live coverage?
Was she really THAT newsworthy?
Okay, yes, she did star in Naked Gun 33 1/2, jumped on the PETA bandwagon, married a trillioniare/octogenarian, lost a crapload of weight with that Trimspa poison, but really??? 4 hours? CNN is just like FoxNews, and The National Enquirer. Pathetic.
Well, regardless, may she now rest in peace after an extraordinary life.
Yes, I am sure that it is tragic that Anna Nicole Smith died.
However, did CNN really have to have 4 continous hours of live coverage?
Was she really THAT newsworthy?
Okay, yes, she did star in Naked Gun 33 1/2, jumped on the PETA bandwagon, married a trillioniare/octogenarian, lost a crapload of weight with that Trimspa poison, but really??? 4 hours? CNN is just like FoxNews, and The National Enquirer. Pathetic.
Well, regardless, may she now rest in peace after an extraordinary life.
WooHoo, the famous babe appears!
This blog was written September 7, 2006.
YAY! It's official! Suri Cruise really DOES exist. We've all been sitting on the edge of our seats nervously awaiting her as though she is the next messiah.
I personally had my theories as to why no one had seen her yet:
a. she was deformed (such as a hairlip or one big nostril)
b. she was afraid of Tom so she crawled back in
c. she was a sea turtle
Tom and Katie did a 20 million page photo shoot for Vanity Fair and apparently the magazine is sold out everywhere. This can only mean one thing.
Suri has been sent to us as an ancient Siamesetology gift from David Koresh who currently is residing on the planet formerly known as Pluto.
YAY! It's official! Suri Cruise really DOES exist. We've all been sitting on the edge of our seats nervously awaiting her as though she is the next messiah.
I personally had my theories as to why no one had seen her yet:
a. she was deformed (such as a hairlip or one big nostril)
b. she was afraid of Tom so she crawled back in
c. she was a sea turtle
Tom and Katie did a 20 million page photo shoot for Vanity Fair and apparently the magazine is sold out everywhere. This can only mean one thing.
Suri has been sent to us as an ancient Siamesetology gift from David Koresh who currently is residing on the planet formerly known as Pluto.
Canada Day Guidelines
This blog was written July 5, 2006
Here are 7 basic guidelines one should follow when celebrating Canada Day.
1. Make sure your daughter's bike wins 1st prize in the Bike Decorating Contest for the parade.
2. Make sure you push all the short kids out of the way as the float people toss out cheap candy. (Luckily, there is no pic of this.)
3. After swimming in the park pool ALL afternoon, sit in the beer gardens with all your favorite locals.
4. Attempt to check on your children every so often so as to prevent giant wooden swings from attacking them.
5. After a formidable fireworks display, invite all your neighbours and friends over for waterfights and burgers. Try not to get thrown in the kiddie pool.
6. Do NOT... I repeat, DO NOT try riding your daughter's bike through your flower beds at 1 am. Especially after 1 or 7 beers.
7. Remember, that Canada Day is a huge and important event in your life and try to maintain composure, grace, and maturity for our nation's birthday.
You may need a couple days rest and a good deal of ibuprofen following your patriotic festivities. And that's OKAY.
Here are 7 basic guidelines one should follow when celebrating Canada Day.
1. Make sure your daughter's bike wins 1st prize in the Bike Decorating Contest for the parade.
2. Make sure you push all the short kids out of the way as the float people toss out cheap candy. (Luckily, there is no pic of this.)
3. After swimming in the park pool ALL afternoon, sit in the beer gardens with all your favorite locals.
4. Attempt to check on your children every so often so as to prevent giant wooden swings from attacking them.
5. After a formidable fireworks display, invite all your neighbours and friends over for waterfights and burgers. Try not to get thrown in the kiddie pool.
6. Do NOT... I repeat, DO NOT try riding your daughter's bike through your flower beds at 1 am. Especially after 1 or 7 beers.
7. Remember, that Canada Day is a huge and important event in your life and try to maintain composure, grace, and maturity for our nation's birthday.
You may need a couple days rest and a good deal of ibuprofen following your patriotic festivities. And that's OKAY.
Pool Party
This blog was written July 17, 2006
As most of you have probably figured out already, I rather enjoy summer. I spend my days lounging in the sun with family and friends drinking margaritas and/or beers. Yesterday was one of these days. Started off with a good time in our state of the art fancy pool.
Once we were dry and ready to start dinner, my horrid husband chucked Mary and I back in the pool, skirts and all. (this is really starting to happen WAY too often)
The girls walked back to Rehannon's place to rescue the lovely bird cooking in her oven. We brought it home to finish burning it on the BBQ. (Barry is not the best bbq'er. )
Rehannon is the supercook among us, but even she could not repair the poor burnt bird.
Although we had ordered a backup pizza, the chicken with the BBQ sauce from the gates of hell, was not totally bad.
In fact, the 2 meat lovers in the group, could not get enough of the saucy, scorched fowl.
The margaritas were too sugary, the chicken was TOO cajun, and the marshmallows were all stuck together, but I could certainly still say, it was a perfect day.
As most of you have probably figured out already, I rather enjoy summer. I spend my days lounging in the sun with family and friends drinking margaritas and/or beers. Yesterday was one of these days. Started off with a good time in our state of the art fancy pool.
Once we were dry and ready to start dinner, my horrid husband chucked Mary and I back in the pool, skirts and all. (this is really starting to happen WAY too often)
The girls walked back to Rehannon's place to rescue the lovely bird cooking in her oven. We brought it home to finish burning it on the BBQ. (Barry is not the best bbq'er. )
Rehannon is the supercook among us, but even she could not repair the poor burnt bird.
Although we had ordered a backup pizza, the chicken with the BBQ sauce from the gates of hell, was not totally bad.
In fact, the 2 meat lovers in the group, could not get enough of the saucy, scorched fowl.
The margaritas were too sugary, the chicken was TOO cajun, and the marshmallows were all stuck together, but I could certainly still say, it was a perfect day.
Fringe Festival
This blog was written August 1, 2006
I absolutely HAD to go to the Fringe Festival this year to see my favorite musician Serena Postel. She has such original and raw talent and so much character in her voice, that it gives me shivers. (Plus it was VERY cold at the Fringe on Friday)
If you have not seen her yet....DO IT!! Her CD is supposed to be coming out in August. I even got to meet her adorable children at the Port-A-Potties!
Pardon my over-excited crazy fan look in this picture!
Afterwards, my husband and I wandered around and purchased some beautiful handmade jewellery pieces, watched a few more free shows and ate some soggy east indian roti that was so gross it was almost good.
Pardon my greasy, rained-on, too many Brahma beers, exhausted appearance!
Those of you who know me are aware of the fact that I avoid crowds and usually hate these types of events, however, Friday night, I was perfectly fine and had a wonderful time, and I will definitely go back to the Fringe Festival next year. And buy those beautiful silk skirts I hummed and hahhhed over for nearly an hour.
I absolutely HAD to go to the Fringe Festival this year to see my favorite musician Serena Postel. She has such original and raw talent and so much character in her voice, that it gives me shivers. (Plus it was VERY cold at the Fringe on Friday)
If you have not seen her yet....DO IT!! Her CD is supposed to be coming out in August. I even got to meet her adorable children at the Port-A-Potties!
Pardon my over-excited crazy fan look in this picture!
Afterwards, my husband and I wandered around and purchased some beautiful handmade jewellery pieces, watched a few more free shows and ate some soggy east indian roti that was so gross it was almost good.
Pardon my greasy, rained-on, too many Brahma beers, exhausted appearance!
Those of you who know me are aware of the fact that I avoid crowds and usually hate these types of events, however, Friday night, I was perfectly fine and had a wonderful time, and I will definitely go back to the Fringe Festival next year. And buy those beautiful silk skirts I hummed and hahhhed over for nearly an hour.
Floored
This blog was written December 9, 2006
So, I was all bored and stuff on Thursday and wondering what I should do...
and then figured I would install myself a new dining and kitchen floor.
So I did.
I've got to say, I did a pretty good job. My kids love it. I love it. I will kill anyone who spills on it. Yep, kill them dead.
Okay, so obviously, I'm lying. I didn't install it all by myself. I had a couple helpers.
Oscar learned a lot during this project. He knows what a square, a chisel, a level and all those fancy compound mitre saw thingys are now. And so does my husband now, too!!
Home Improvement Hella is gonna sleep on her new floor tonight!!
So, I was all bored and stuff on Thursday and wondering what I should do...
and then figured I would install myself a new dining and kitchen floor.
So I did.
I've got to say, I did a pretty good job. My kids love it. I love it. I will kill anyone who spills on it. Yep, kill them dead.
Okay, so obviously, I'm lying. I didn't install it all by myself. I had a couple helpers.
Oscar learned a lot during this project. He knows what a square, a chisel, a level and all those fancy compound mitre saw thingys are now. And so does my husband now, too!!
Home Improvement Hella is gonna sleep on her new floor tonight!!
I support Child Labour
This blog was written March 2, 2007
If on a storm day, you really need groceries, but aren't sure if your car will make it out of your driveway, be sure to force your youngest child to make the long windy trek with you to the grocery store and do all the legwork.
If, and only if... he does a really good job and makes it back in time for the Ellen Degeneres show, let him have one of your Easter Cream Eggs.
If on a storm day, you really need groceries, but aren't sure if your car will make it out of your driveway, be sure to force your youngest child to make the long windy trek with you to the grocery store and do all the legwork.
If, and only if... he does a really good job and makes it back in time for the Ellen Degeneres show, let him have one of your Easter Cream Eggs.
Memoirs of a Handsome Prince
This blog was written January 10, 2007
When you were 5....
You told me that you wished your arms could be as hairy as mine so you could be tough and strong like me.
You came up to me when I was lying sideways on the couch in a lower cut shirt and told me in a giggly secretive voice that you could see my neck crack.
You ran into the bathroom after Daddy's shower and slapped his you know what and yelled "Spank the Weenis!" and then ran away laughing.
You asked me if I could teach you to make pudding and chicken wraps before I die of old age next year.
You begged me not to die ever because you wanted to marry me because I am a "supermodel princess prettiest mommy bumhead ever"
If only I could freeze time and you could be 5 forever. You are my world, baby boyo. I love you.
When you were 5....
You told me that you wished your arms could be as hairy as mine so you could be tough and strong like me.
You came up to me when I was lying sideways on the couch in a lower cut shirt and told me in a giggly secretive voice that you could see my neck crack.
You ran into the bathroom after Daddy's shower and slapped his you know what and yelled "Spank the Weenis!" and then ran away laughing.
You asked me if I could teach you to make pudding and chicken wraps before I die of old age next year.
You begged me not to die ever because you wanted to marry me because I am a "supermodel princess prettiest mommy bumhead ever"
If only I could freeze time and you could be 5 forever. You are my world, baby boyo. I love you.
Self Defense, Anyone??
This blog was written November 6. 2006.<br>
If anyone is interested in learning karate, let me know. My son Oscar has decided that he is a self-taught expert and is willing to give lessons for about one hundred dollars.
Or you can just copy the techniques in his how-to video. He intends to tackle WWE wrestling next. Stay tuned.
If anyone is interested in learning karate, let me know. My son Oscar has decided that he is a self-taught expert and is willing to give lessons for about one hundred dollars.
Or you can just copy the techniques in his how-to video. He intends to tackle WWE wrestling next. Stay tuned.
The Graham Christmas Holiday
This blog was written December 30.2006
Christmas came and went. I feel empty now. It's like planning a wedding, you get all the food prepared, the plates match the napkins, the decorations are immaculate, presents wrapped, blah blah blah barf blah, and then *POOF*.
It's gone. And you think, why did I lose my mind over this? Oh well. It's what I do.
Here are my obligatory clips of the holidays as promised.
MY SHOP VAC. EXCITING. REALLY.
My Mother drives everybody crazy. And I've NEVER seen her get excited over a gift before. UNTIL NOW! Yep. I rule.
Nobody appreciates stuff as much as my angel boy OSCAR.
Mommy needs holiday therapy. People apparently fear me during the holidays. I'm not crazy. I'M NOT.
And now that's it. Tomorrow, we go skating, then fondue and board games. Yeah, I know, I should go out. But really, you go to these crazy New Year's parties/dances, etc...and waste a bunch of money on a stupid sparkly halter dress with uncomfy shoes to match, wear those dumb lei thingys, tangly ribbons and cardboard stapled hats that get stuck in your hair, and then people spill their drinks all over you and barbaric men try to maul your face off at midnight.
I'm too old for that. OR frightened. Whichever.
I now await summer time.
Christmas came and went. I feel empty now. It's like planning a wedding, you get all the food prepared, the plates match the napkins, the decorations are immaculate, presents wrapped, blah blah blah barf blah, and then *POOF*.
It's gone. And you think, why did I lose my mind over this? Oh well. It's what I do.
Here are my obligatory clips of the holidays as promised.
MY SHOP VAC. EXCITING. REALLY.
My Mother drives everybody crazy. And I've NEVER seen her get excited over a gift before. UNTIL NOW! Yep. I rule.
Nobody appreciates stuff as much as my angel boy OSCAR.
Mommy needs holiday therapy. People apparently fear me during the holidays. I'm not crazy. I'M NOT.
And now that's it. Tomorrow, we go skating, then fondue and board games. Yeah, I know, I should go out. But really, you go to these crazy New Year's parties/dances, etc...and waste a bunch of money on a stupid sparkly halter dress with uncomfy shoes to match, wear those dumb lei thingys, tangly ribbons and cardboard stapled hats that get stuck in your hair, and then people spill their drinks all over you and barbaric men try to maul your face off at midnight.
I'm too old for that. OR frightened. Whichever.
I now await summer time.
Operation Christmas Child
This blog was written November 16, 2006
Christmas is coming! So this year, I wrote a letter to my 7 best friends telling them they would not be receiving presents from me. Sound awful? WELL....read the letter and then tell me what you think.
Dear best friends,
The holiday season is upon us already and I'm sure some of you are starting to think about Christmas shopping. I know I am.
Anyways, this year, I've decided to do something a little different from exchanging gifts with my dear friends. I have chosen to donate an undisclosed amount of money to a charity of my choice rather than buy individual gifts for each of you.
This decision has come to me for 2 reasons: 1. As you all know, I am now unemployed and money is pretty scarce at the Graham household right now. So we're cutting back on our Christmas spending as much as we possibly can. One donation will be alot easier for us than 6 gifts. 2. I've always wanted to do something for those less fortunate at this time of year and I'm going to stop finding excuses not to.
I am not certain which charity it will be yet, but I am leaning toward the Ronald McDonald House or Winnipeg Harvest. Our family is also going to look into volunteering at a soup kitchen during the Christmas Break. I think this would be an excellent experience for our kids.
So, my friends, let me know what you think! I challenge you all to do the same! And please respect my wishes and do not purchase me a gift as I will then feel like an imbecile for not having one for you.
I love you all so much and wish you the best of the holiday season and hope we all get to have some spirited beverages together!!
Love and Kisses and Hugs,
Hella Graham
So, that's the letter. I've got a really positive response so far, THANKS BEST FRIENDS!! Anyways, we started the charity process a couple days ago. My kids each did up a box of new items (mostly toys, clothes, shoes, socks, school supplies...etc.) specific to a girl and boy of their ages. It was overwhelming to me how excited they are. They each included a letter(Oscar can't write so it's more of a pictorial) and a picture of themselves. In an age where kids are so selfish and materialistic, I'm hoping to really shed some light on reality with my own two.
We're dropping them off at safeway on Saturday, and I'm going to have each one of them take their box to the desk people themselves.
Here's a little cropped clip of their boxes and letters. I wish you could see the whole thing but my videos take up so much more than 100MB's. DAMN YOUTUBE!!
If every middle class kid in Canada would do this, there would be a whole lot of happy and grateful children this holiday season!
Christmas is coming! So this year, I wrote a letter to my 7 best friends telling them they would not be receiving presents from me. Sound awful? WELL....read the letter and then tell me what you think.
Dear best friends,
The holiday season is upon us already and I'm sure some of you are starting to think about Christmas shopping. I know I am.
Anyways, this year, I've decided to do something a little different from exchanging gifts with my dear friends. I have chosen to donate an undisclosed amount of money to a charity of my choice rather than buy individual gifts for each of you.
This decision has come to me for 2 reasons: 1. As you all know, I am now unemployed and money is pretty scarce at the Graham household right now. So we're cutting back on our Christmas spending as much as we possibly can. One donation will be alot easier for us than 6 gifts. 2. I've always wanted to do something for those less fortunate at this time of year and I'm going to stop finding excuses not to.
I am not certain which charity it will be yet, but I am leaning toward the Ronald McDonald House or Winnipeg Harvest. Our family is also going to look into volunteering at a soup kitchen during the Christmas Break. I think this would be an excellent experience for our kids.
So, my friends, let me know what you think! I challenge you all to do the same! And please respect my wishes and do not purchase me a gift as I will then feel like an imbecile for not having one for you.
I love you all so much and wish you the best of the holiday season and hope we all get to have some spirited beverages together!!
Love and Kisses and Hugs,
Hella Graham
So, that's the letter. I've got a really positive response so far, THANKS BEST FRIENDS!! Anyways, we started the charity process a couple days ago. My kids each did up a box of new items (mostly toys, clothes, shoes, socks, school supplies...etc.) specific to a girl and boy of their ages. It was overwhelming to me how excited they are. They each included a letter(Oscar can't write so it's more of a pictorial) and a picture of themselves. In an age where kids are so selfish and materialistic, I'm hoping to really shed some light on reality with my own two.
We're dropping them off at safeway on Saturday, and I'm going to have each one of them take their box to the desk people themselves.
Here's a little cropped clip of their boxes and letters. I wish you could see the whole thing but my videos take up so much more than 100MB's. DAMN YOUTUBE!!
If every middle class kid in Canada would do this, there would be a whole lot of happy and grateful children this holiday season!
Halloween at the Grahams
This blog was written November 1, 2006
I was SOOOOOO excited all day yesterday. Halloween makes me breathe fast.
I started off the day serving smokie dogs and mac and cheese to all the kids at the school. My helper and I dressed up as spaghetti and meatballs. I LOVED seeing all the little kids in their costumes! I even snuck into the haunted house in the gymnasium and creeped myself out a little.
In the afternoon the kids went to the Carehome to sing to the old folks and show off their costumes.
Then....home to get their faces painted by MOMMY...a.k.a. BATGIRL.
This was the first year my husband was home for Halloween so I got to stay home and hand out treats. I had 51 trick or treaters and afterwards, I entered a royal state of pigdom laying on the couch stuffing myself full of chocolate, sugar, pop, salt, etc....
Here are some pictures and video of HALLOWEEN at our house! Hope everyone else had as much fun as we did!
SHELBY AS A VAMPIRE
OSCAR AS A PIRATE
AND MOMMY AS BATGIRL
MY KIDS PREPARING TO GO OUT INTO THE SCARY NIGHT
AND MOMMY GETTING READY TO GIVE OUT CANDY
I was SOOOOOO excited all day yesterday. Halloween makes me breathe fast.
I started off the day serving smokie dogs and mac and cheese to all the kids at the school. My helper and I dressed up as spaghetti and meatballs. I LOVED seeing all the little kids in their costumes! I even snuck into the haunted house in the gymnasium and creeped myself out a little.
In the afternoon the kids went to the Carehome to sing to the old folks and show off their costumes.
Then....home to get their faces painted by MOMMY...a.k.a. BATGIRL.
This was the first year my husband was home for Halloween so I got to stay home and hand out treats. I had 51 trick or treaters and afterwards, I entered a royal state of pigdom laying on the couch stuffing myself full of chocolate, sugar, pop, salt, etc....
Here are some pictures and video of HALLOWEEN at our house! Hope everyone else had as much fun as we did!
SHELBY AS A VAMPIRE
OSCAR AS A PIRATE
AND MOMMY AS BATGIRL
MY KIDS PREPARING TO GO OUT INTO THE SCARY NIGHT
AND MOMMY GETTING READY TO GIVE OUT CANDY
Spooky Scary Party
This blog was written October 15, 2006
I'm a holiday junkie. We all know this. And Halloween makes me nuts. LOVE IT. I decorate like a mad woman, and carve wonderful jack-o-lanterns.
Lucky for my daughter, her birthday occurs close to Halloween, and I threw her a splendid Friday the 13th spooky party the other night. It was so great, I tried freaking the girls out all night, even had spooky sound effects playing in the background. (yeah, it didn't work, they were on to me immediately)
Here's a couple clips of the festivities.
I'm a holiday junkie. We all know this. And Halloween makes me nuts. LOVE IT. I decorate like a mad woman, and carve wonderful jack-o-lanterns.
Lucky for my daughter, her birthday occurs close to Halloween, and I threw her a splendid Friday the 13th spooky party the other night. It was so great, I tried freaking the girls out all night, even had spooky sound effects playing in the background. (yeah, it didn't work, they were on to me immediately)
Here's a couple clips of the festivities.
I am SOOO fun these days
This blog was written July 9, 2006
I am a firm believer that summer days should be spent in the sun playing with children. So I am spending all my days at the pool or running through my sprinkler. When I tire of the small humans, I like to crack a cold one and sit around a fire. I believe that I am all finished planting flowers and shrubs now
, so I guess my newest hobbies will be bonfires, picnics, and waterfights. I am LIVING THE LIFE!!!
I am a firm believer that summer days should be spent in the sun playing with children. So I am spending all my days at the pool or running through my sprinkler. When I tire of the small humans, I like to crack a cold one and sit around a fire. I believe that I am all finished planting flowers and shrubs now
, so I guess my newest hobbies will be bonfires, picnics, and waterfights. I am LIVING THE LIFE!!!Pray for my Children
This blog was written June 23. 2006
Feeling restless and bored today, I decided to alter my childrens appearances.
First, I decided that Oscar needed a new hairdo. I figured that every cool 5 year old boy needs a mohawk. He agreed.
He asked me if he looked tougher now. I said of course.
Still not completely satisfied, I got a sneaky look in my eye when Shelby walked by me. I figured she ought to look cooler as well.
Pink is better than blonde anyways. So what if she's 8?
Good thing I don't have any more kids.
Feeling restless and bored today, I decided to alter my childrens appearances.
First, I decided that Oscar needed a new hairdo. I figured that every cool 5 year old boy needs a mohawk. He agreed.
He asked me if he looked tougher now. I said of course.
Still not completely satisfied, I got a sneaky look in my eye when Shelby walked by me. I figured she ought to look cooler as well.
Pink is better than blonde anyways. So what if she's 8?
Good thing I don't have any more kids.
No More Little Baby. *sniff sniff...*
This blog was written May 12, 2006.
Oscar said "Mommy, I don't want no more baby room. I want outer space room!".
So we went to Home Depot and picked out the most magnificent blue ever.
Oscar even helped me paint the moldings and baseboards.
He loves his new Buzz Light Year Space room. I miss the baby nursery with the teddy bears. *sigh*
Babies should NOT grow up so freakin fast.
Oscar said "Mommy, I don't want no more baby room. I want outer space room!".
So we went to Home Depot and picked out the most magnificent blue ever.
Oscar even helped me paint the moldings and baseboards.
He loves his new Buzz Light Year Space room. I miss the baby nursery with the teddy bears. *sigh*
Babies should NOT grow up so freakin fast.
Small Humans Crack Me Up
This blog was written February 9. 2006
Most people are picky eaters when they're kids, but my son deserves an award for it. I don't know what to do!!
He dips his carrots in mustard and his grapes in ketchup. He demands hotdogs for weeks on end. My idiot brother suggested "well, just give him hotdogs everyday, he's bound to get sick of em..."
AHAHAHAHA.....heh...hmm.
He WILL eat that alphaghetti stuff. If it's shaped like Scooby-Doo or Bob the Builder. (this changes weekly as he likes to shake things up now and then).
I tried to convince him that chocolate pudding would do JUST fine when he wanted his vanilla pluddingggg sooooooo bad. Then the big sad tears came and he looked at me like I told him his teddy bear was going to hell.
He will eat nothing of the green variety no matter how big and strong I tell him he will become. He then defiantly tells me he doesn't care to EVER be big and strong.
Ahh well, the child has his own personality, there's no doubt about it. He chose to take Polly Pocket dolls to pre-school for show and tell today because he figured Kayla and Delilah would like them. PLAYER!
HAHA...he just walked by me nonchalantly and said "hey mommy, I'm batman."
I know baby. I know. giggle giggle. Oh to be 4 again.
He dips his carrots in mustard and his grapes in ketchup. He demands hotdogs for weeks on end. My idiot brother suggested "well, just give him hotdogs everyday, he's bound to get sick of em..."
AHAHAHAHA.....heh...hmm.
He WILL eat that alphaghetti stuff. If it's shaped like Scooby-Doo or Bob the Builder. (this changes weekly as he likes to shake things up now and then).
I tried to convince him that chocolate pudding would do JUST fine when he wanted his vanilla pluddingggg sooooooo bad. Then the big sad tears came and he looked at me like I told him his teddy bear was going to hell.
He will eat nothing of the green variety no matter how big and strong I tell him he will become. He then defiantly tells me he doesn't care to EVER be big and strong.
Ahh well, the child has his own personality, there's no doubt about it. He chose to take Polly Pocket dolls to pre-school for show and tell today because he figured Kayla and Delilah would like them. PLAYER!
HAHA...he just walked by me nonchalantly and said "hey mommy, I'm batman."
I know baby. I know. giggle giggle. Oh to be 4 again.
Sleepovers are for LUNATICS
This blog was written January 29. 2006
My 8 yr old daughter Shelby, had 2 friends sleepover this weekend. I know that I was probably a little ridiculous at that age...but MY GOD... did I smoke too much crack while I was pregnant?? I swear, the girl's sensical thought processes have either left, or were never really there to begin with.
A few examples of overheard Shelby and friends talk:
"I would marry Derek, except he likes cheese WAY to much, and like, I can totally NOT handle that."
"My Dad is like a body builder. Seriously, he would lift cars if he had to, but so far, he hasn't really had to all that much."
"When I turn 13, I get to do whatever I want. Go on dates, or like, hang out at the store, and probably even go to the bank to get out money to buy whatever I want."
"If I would have gone to Hillary Duff, I would have like totally booed her cuz I know that I can sing ALL her songs better and I even have a microphone as proof. And besides, her teeth are so fake."
I am so glad that Oscar, my 4 yr old son still has a grip on reality. Every night when I kiss him goodnight, he looks up at me with the most beautiful big brown eyes, and say "goodnight mommy, you're a beautiful princess". Smart little boy.
A few examples of overheard Shelby and friends talk:
"I would marry Derek, except he likes cheese WAY to much, and like, I can totally NOT handle that."
"My Dad is like a body builder. Seriously, he would lift cars if he had to, but so far, he hasn't really had to all that much."
"When I turn 13, I get to do whatever I want. Go on dates, or like, hang out at the store, and probably even go to the bank to get out money to buy whatever I want."
"If I would have gone to Hillary Duff, I would have like totally booed her cuz I know that I can sing ALL her songs better and I even have a microphone as proof. And besides, her teeth are so fake."
I am so glad that Oscar, my 4 yr old son still has a grip on reality. Every night when I kiss him goodnight, he looks up at me with the most beautiful big brown eyes, and say "goodnight mommy, you're a beautiful princess". Smart little boy.
(Disclaimer : For those who do not get my sarcasm, I would NOT ever smoke crack or do any type of drugs EVER.)
Our New Baby
This blog was written August 30, 2006
Yesterday, after months of begging from my offspring, I went to the Humane Society. A tiny beautiful baby named Deelia picked me out instantly (I didn't even keep looking at the other cats) and it's been insane love ever since.
She sleeps all afternoon and plays all evening. She is, by far, the best of all my babies to date. I can't believe I let a stupid allergy get in the way of my love for cats for the past 10 years. I intend to be a very good mommy to my Deelia.
So her full name is Deelia Aurora (Shelby's pick) Whiskers (Oscar's pick) Graham. Even my own Mother couldn't resist her as you can see in this little video..
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So, yeah, congratulate me. I'm so thrilled! And now, I'm going to go eat a Mars bar and watch Octopussy with my new baby.
Yesterday, after months of begging from my offspring, I went to the Humane Society. A tiny beautiful baby named Deelia picked me out instantly (I didn't even keep looking at the other cats) and it's been insane love ever since.
She sleeps all afternoon and plays all evening. She is, by far, the best of all my babies to date. I can't believe I let a stupid allergy get in the way of my love for cats for the past 10 years. I intend to be a very good mommy to my Deelia.
So her full name is Deelia Aurora (Shelby's pick) Whiskers (Oscar's pick) Graham. Even my own Mother couldn't resist her as you can see in this little video..
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So, yeah, congratulate me. I'm so thrilled! And now, I'm going to go eat a Mars bar and watch Octopussy with my new baby.
Take a Walk with Heather
This blog was written September 23 2006
As you all know how I love to brag about the beauty of the area I live in. Fall is no exception to this, so tonight I decided to take a stroll down to the end of my street to another sort of street/path that borders a bushy, overgrown little forest that edges the river. It is one of my favorite places to walk when I need to de-stress or just feel at peace. And, as I said, it is especially beautiful in autumn.
About halfway along this cute little wooded area, if you walk in a little ways, you come to a clearing where lies an old (probably haunted), abandoned mansion. The story is, it was left in a hurry, never sold and everything inside is as it was the day the occupants took off. Creepy. And cool at the same time.
If I had any sense of adventure or didn't have irrational fears of bears, monsters and Emily Rose, I'd love to go late night exploring with a flashlight and of course, my camera!
So, while it's still daylight, I continue on my trek down the end of the steet, and I pause at a home and wonder, what kind of people live in a yard where they dangle or put all sorts of weird things on their trees? Including a ceiling fan. I'd like to meet them. Maybe.
I continue "across the tracks" a.k.a. "the Emerson ghetto". Here I spy all kinds of lawn ornaments or human facsimiles. I love those fat one-dimensional bent over farmer people.
I bravely move forward, as this yard intrigued me alot and I was so glad I had my camera along or I would not have gotten this shot of cardboard Santa, some elf dude, some baking chic, and little troll guy. I would have gotten more of the interesting home-made, metal, cardboard animals and odd tire-art in the rest of the eccentric, oddball yard, but I suddenly heard someone lurking in the workshop and figured I better get the hell out of there before they weld me into one of their one-dimensional farmer ladies.
I raced back home from my exciting little excursion, and back to reality to the sight of my own backyard and wondered....WHO IN THE BLUE HECK IS GONNA HELP ME RAKE ALL THESE LEAVES???!!!
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