Line please!

I'm in full rehearsal mode now...
Our show is Monday night. Today we hung lights, set up chairs and moved set.
Tomorrow is the big dress rehearsal.

It's kind of fun to direct plays. I like the process of watching the kids become their character. I like watching the words pop off the page and on to the stage. I love the stage high the kids get afterward. I love how proud they are of themselves.

I also love when it's over so I can have my life back again....

Sunbeams...

I love Easter holidays... no matter how early they may be.
Trevor and I hosted both sets of parents, my Grandma
and Jared for a tasty Easter dinner. (Our other
siblings were in exotic locales.)

The Wii just gets more and more fun!
One of my favorite things to do is to have
all my guests make Miis of themselves.

"It must be nice to be a teacher and get all this time off."
This is kind of funny. I'm spending most of
my holidays marking, prepping and
hanging out with my kids as they rehearse for our One Act Play.
All this "time off" is definitely unpaid.
Ah well...

Fergus loves sunbeams. He's a happy cat lazing
in the warm spring sun.

Dog Diary vs. Cat Diary

My friend Amanda sent this to me. It made me laugh hysterically. Makes me a wary of my little dictator cat.
( DOG DIARY )

8:00 am - Dog food! Myfavorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

(CAT DIARY) Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates
and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations
perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.The
only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again
vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am
capable of. However, they merely made condescending commentsabout what a 'good little hunter'
I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary
confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means,
and how to use it to my advantage.This morning I was almost successful in an attempt
to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as hewas walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now...The Cat

Open Letter to My Favorite TV Shows

To: My Favorite TV Shows,

Remember when you'd come into my living room every week and tell me tales that kept me entertained and amused. Remember when I based some evenings entirely around you. Thursday night was especially enjoyable. I loved the drama and the comedy you brought into my home.

Last fall, you went away. Something about your creators not getting paid well. Fair enough. People have a right to strike. However, I was left with a void. For a few weeks, I found myself lost. I wondered what in the world I could watch while correcting papers. Reality TV tried to fill the void but, I found it was a little too melodramatic. I tried watching re-runs of you, my favorite shows but I found myself getting bored. You left a gap.

Gradually, I moved on. I spent more time on the phone. I paid better attention to my marking and worked much quicker. I spent quality time with my husband. Fergus got extra play time. I discovered LOL cats on the internet. Trevor and I started watching all 5 seasons of The Wire (our guilty pleasure). You were no longer a part of my life and I was okay with that!

Now, you are appearing in commercials while I'm watching the news. You're trying to return and draw me in to your completely superfluous plot lines. I'm not sure what to do. Should I welcome you back with open arms or cautiously check you out, one at a time. It just depends...

a hodge-podge

1) Today, we said good-bye to Shiya. She was here on a whirlwind, wedding planning jaunt. Here's a new pic of her and her man Marshall.

2) I went to the dentist today. I found out I have a cavity. I've never had a cavity in my life. I'm a vigorous flosser. I'm very sad. I'm also very afraid. May 8th, I get my first filling. How afraid should I be?


3) I had my 5th weigh and measure day at Curves. I've gained weight and lost inches. I'm trying to remind myself about muscle weighing more then fat but, it's still psychologically daunting.

4) Fergus is taking little adventures outside on his leash. He likes his little adventures when I'm there but, he's a whiny baby when we leave him alone for a few minutes.

5) My One-Act is looming. Just 2 more weeks until we take the stage.

Have a Good Wii-kend

Last Saturday we bought a Wii. We'd been talking about it for a bit. I actually searched for one most of November and December to surprise Trevor with for Christmas. Alas, it was elusive.
Now, we are busy making Miis, bowling, racing cows and hanging out in Mario Galaxies.

Our Special Needs class at school just got a Wii. I walked by the room to see one of our wheelchair girls batting in a baseball game. She's probably never played ball before. It's awesome.

I love my Wii. I am NOT a gamer but, I love the Wii. Congrats Nintendo for making something that really is "E" for Everyone.

P.S. If you have a friend code and want to share Miis, contact me on Facebook.

Busy = Good???

Last night, Trevor and I were out a function and I ran into an old acquaintance. As we shook hands, his greeting of choice was "Busy?" to which I responded, "Busy, busy!". "Good!" He said.

Really? Is busy good?

I thought about that driving home from work today. All day, I talked with colleagues who compared levels of busy-ness with each other. Oh, we don't do it directly but, we still do it. It sounds like this:
"How's it goin'?"
"Busy, I got those papers to correct."
"Really, I've got a lot going on too with the play and all."
"Yeah, the play. Almost as busy as I was with basketball..."

Why do we think that the busier we are, the better we are? Is it the association of busy-ness with importance?
Why can't we just all slow it down and enjoy?

Earthlings

Today, I watched Earthlings with my Environmental Club. The reason our group chose to watch such a controversial and shocking video was based on an ongoing discussion we keep having about where our food comes from. As a group of young people, I find it fascinating to see them question the status quo and ask really big questions.
Watching the movie really made me think about the sacrifice that went into my Subway sandwich or my plate of BBQ. How was this meat raised and killed? Was there humane treatment of an animal or was it just feed, cage, slaughter and kill?
If you're interested, check it out on YouTube (the complete movie is there on three parts). Be aware that it is a little disturbing.
Earthlings

Another adventure without the Mrs.

A couple of weeks ago, Trevor and some good buddies took off in my little Mazda to Fernie for some powder.







They found their powder and had a good time playing.

They made good time and were home by 10 pm. Their wives weren't up late worrying.







Trevor and Fergus napped much of the next day.



A few days later, Trevor's toes started to turn colour. His boots were a little too small. We think he'll lose his nails.




(That's what he gets for leaving his wife to go and play... just kidding... poor baby!)