When in Rome

I would like to take this opportunity to show you where I lived for 4 days and 3 nights last week:
Pretty sweet, huh?

This is where I slept, ate, played and laughed.

It is also where I pooped. Lots. For some reason my bowels decided to go into overdrive the moment we set foot in the woods. And while every one else on the trip agonized about their movements - most would rather keep it tight for 4 days until they got back into to civilization, you see- I, like Brother Bear, couldn't get out of my canoe fast enough each day so I could leave my mark on the wilderness. Insane.

Now watch: I'm gonna go to Paris in a month and be constipated for a week.

Where the Wild Things Are - New [HD] Trailer

I. Can't. Wait.

Vacay

Hey Interweb Peeps!

I'm heading off to camp in the wilderness for a few days. Post ya when I get back.

Mad Woman

Don Draper
Originally uploaded by RotiAjaib

Last Sunday, there was only one thing I should have been doing: watching the season premier of Mad Men. The only thing. What was I doing instead? Watching a re-run episode of X-Weighted on the Slice channel.

This is wrong. On so many levels.

Now comes the real bitching.

I cannot get the show of Mad Men. Why, you may ask? How has this complete injustice occured? Why must Laura be denied? Because CTV decided not to carry it and my satellite provider does not host its American host channel, AMC. Sigh.

Who do I have to sleep with at Bell Express Vu to make this, I ask you? Who?!

I expect names to be provided in the comments section.

Birthday Boy

How can this boy be nine? Damn!

Happy 9th Birthday, Beautiful Benoit! Be fierce!

Missing in Action

Hide & Seek
Originally uploaded by Glockoma

Last night as I was pondering the death of John Hughes, I was thinking how many of the peeps who appeared in his films seem to be MIA, of late. Where for art thou Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy, hot guy from Sixteen Candles?

Seems that alot of celebrities from my youth have disappeared and maybe for good reason: most were, at best, Teen Beat ciphers with a penchant for partying, at their worse, talentless hacks who went on to rob dry cleaning establishments. My generation did not really get a Leonardo DiCaprio, you know what I'm sayin. Yet another instance of the eighties failing us, yet again.

Riddle me this, interweb, who else is MIA?

Countdown to Paris

Hey y'all-

I'm going to Paris in a month.

The Urge

Chinese Writing/Painting Brush 1
Originally uploaded by Frances Fu

Every 6 months or so, I get the overwhelming urge to paint a room in my house. Usually, it is a symptom of a larger issue that I don't really figure out until I am halfway through my painting project and by then it is too late to address it with mindless pillow shopping or creative eating.

This time it is my kids' playroom. Presently, it is a light purple - a delightful colour! - but the room is seriously crying out to be yellow. Mellow Yellow by Debbie Travis Paints, to be precise. Which is why after this post, I am heading to the pain store - did I just write that! I meant "paint" -to start this Projet Follie.

The last time I did an insane and badly-timed project was when I painted my porch at my old house in Toronto. I had just given birth to my daughter six weeks before and even though I was leaking through my shirts and peeing everytime I bent over or coughed, I just knew it was the right time to paint that damned porch. It took me two weeks. I did a little bit every nap time. Silly.

But, HOT DAMN! It looked good.

Let's hope that this one is not nearly as ill-inspired. I'll keep you posted.

I Heart Ron Sexsmith

Ron Sexsmith at Glastonbury 2008
Originally uploaded by Chris Boland

Today, my in-laws took my kids to the movies and I did one of my favorite things: loafing and listening to Ron Sexsmith.

I love Ron Sexsmith. Love. Him.

This year I was lucky enough to see him in concert. My heart and soul soared. Tears were shed. He sang all my faves (except Lebanon, Tennessee. I've gotten over it.) and afterwards, my friend Jenn and I sailed off to our homes on a unicorn with a saddle made entirely of chocolate. Sigh.

In short, his music makes me happy.

My Special Boy

Me: Benoit, do you know how special you are?

Benoit: (incredulous) No!

Me: Well, you are.

Benoit: (pause) Even my body?

Me: From your head down to your toes.

Benoit: What about my arms and fingernails?

Me: Those, too.

Benoit: Don't forget my feet....

Me: Now you're pushing it!