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Happy Birthday Dear Jean-Alexandre!

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It is Jean-Alexandre's 11th birthday today. Happy Birthday!! God bless. We have mallards in our pond. They don't come close, we can't feed them,... they're too nervous, but they don't fly off when we walk by, they just swim to the other side of the pond. Haven't seen any fish, don't know if any survived the winter. We put goldfish in the pond last year to help keep the algae down in the water. We also have frogs in there, although they don't seem to have come outof the mud yet. The first crocuses have been blooming for a week or so now and we have a couple of daffodils. The tulips are coming out, but no flowers there yet. Spring is definitely here! Lots of rain, not very warm yet, but not very cold either. April showers bring May flowers right? I'm looking forward to May. The Mallards in our pond

Some Pics...

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Maryssa and friends at her birthday party
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Maryssa and Gabriel enjoying spring weather, early April 
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backyard, early April 
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Our lake overflowing in early April 

Picture of Maryssa

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Maryssa's Birthday Party

Pregnant Again...

This comes as a bit of a shock for me. We were not planning on a fifth child. I thought I had already ovulated, I must have been wrong because here I am, pregnant again. I have been suspecting pregnancy for a few weeks now, and recently I have been certain of it, as I feel certain changes in my body. I finally took the test yesterday to confirm it. Wasn't sure how Marc would take the news but he seems to have taken it not too badly. Someone has offered to take him to lunch to explain to him how children are made so we can stop making them... (eyes rolling) not that that is any of THEIR business... THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Back from Moose Factory

Went up to Moose Factory for John Delaney's funeral. Left here on Thursday with Rose Anne, met up with Cecil and Jean Pierre in Ottawa and we took Cecil's car to Cochrane. We stayed overnight in New Liskard, and continued on to Cochrane the next morning. Took the train at 11:15 in Cochrane and arrived in Moosonee at about 5:30pm. We heard that ski-doo taxis were going across so we took those. There was a lot of water on the ice and I was in shoes, sitting behind the driver. Rose Anne and Jean Pierre were in the sled behind us. Cecil waited with Eli Chilton to take another taxi. I had to keep lifting up my feet so they wouldn't get wet. We kept joking about going through the ice and drowning but that didn't happen obviously. Found out on the other side that the family service for John was in half an hour so we took a regular taxi to Greta's to leave our luggage and hopped back in with Greta and her daughter to go back up to the school. The service and funera

Cry babies, Boo hoo

I came across a message over the internet when I did a search on Karol Wojtyla yesterday: It was from France (Where now only 10% of what used to be a Catholic nation practice) I will translate: Le serial killer Karol Wojtyla, dit Popaul-No-K-Pote, est mort aujourd'hui. (The serial killer Karol Wojtyla, aka Popaul-No-K-Pote, died today.) Alité depuis plusieurs jours, il aurait exprimé son désir de confesser ses crimes (notamment sa contribution majeure au développement de l'épidémie du sida) devant les cardinaux qui l'entouraient, avant d'être étouffé à l'aide d'un coussin par l'un d'entre eux. (In bed for a number of days, he apparently expressed his desire to confess his crimes (especially his major contribution to the development of the AIDS epidemy) in front of his cardinals who surrounded him, before being smothered by a cushion by one of them.) Radio Vatican dément l'information. (Radio Vatican denies this information.) D'après des sources

Guaranis on the warpath :)

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Jean-Alexandre and Dominic in December 2002

IL y en a qui font dur...

http://paris.indymedia.org/article.php3?id_article=34646 Ce message traite le pape de tueur en série. Aussi, dans La Presse de Montréal le samedi on pouvait lire ceci dans le forum: "Si triste soit la disparition de ce pape (pour tous ceux qui l'aiment et je ne fais pas partie de ce groupe), le fait est que le malheureux aurait dû prendre sa retraite et cultiver ses roses dans le jardin du Vatican depuis des années au lieu de donner au monde ce spectacle tragique et cruel. Mais l'ambition et un désir maladif de pouvoir ont fait qu'il a voulu continuer de se tenir sur une scène qui n'était plus faite pour lui. Il sera sans aucun doute beaucoup mieux au paradis, dans son pardis... non loin d'Hollywood. Là-haut il pourra poursuivre son spectacle. Et ses admirateurs ne manqueront pas." Je ne veux PLUS vivre au Québec, (et je n'irais pas en France non plus) En plus il y en avait plusieurs qui blâmait le pape parce qu'il souffrait à la télé au lieu de f

The passing of Pope John Paul II

I don't really have much to say right now... I just wanted to signal it on my blog. Feeling a loss spiritually, it just seems weird to think that he is no longer there for us. But he is still praying for us in Heaven I know. Good bye Karol Wojtyla, the people's pope. As we say in French,... "Ce n'est qu'un au revoir..."

It's 12:43 am and I can't sleep...

Went to bed just before 10:00, and I think I did manage to dose off, except I woke up and Now I can't sleep plus Dh was snoring beside me, so I got up to have a drink, (he he) and distract myself on the computer here... I will be heading off to bed again shortly... Maryssa's birthday was on the 30th, and this Saturday we are having a party for her. I am doing a Dora the explorer party, and I want to send them off on an adventure à la Dora, so I will have to try to invent some kind of story for them... like finding the pinata or something... Actually, Dora la exploradora has a new friend, (one I invented especially for the party), her name is Marisa la investigadora... The pinata this time is in the shape of a hot-air balloon. Some people just have too much imagination and too much time to waste... no, wait a minute, I have no time to waste, I just waste it doing things that aren't necessary instead of things that are... bad me... I just haven't grown up... maybe I neve