Breakfast - hotel
Hockey - Civic arena
Lunch - Montana's
Back to hotel
Swimming - aquatic centre
Dinner - Kelsey's
Karaoke - Rec centre
While the girls were singing karaoke, most of the parents were watching the last period of the Junior World Cup semi-final match between Canada and Russia.
WHAT A GAME! Canada ties it with 4 seconds left in the game. Thankfully the karaoke was finished and we headed back to the hotel to catch the shootout. And Canada scores twice. Even Ev was cheering.
Oh yeah - our girls won their game 2-0 this morning.
It's 11 pm and we have our last game at 11 tomorrow morning. Time for lights out.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Weekend in Woodstock
10:22 PM
It's past curfew and Leah's still awake! We have the alarm set for 7:00 AM and a wake-up call for 7:30. Game time is 10 and we have to be at the arena 1 hour before the game.
The girls played against Hamilton today - we dominated for the first 2 periods but lost steam by the third and lost 5-3. Lots of family at the game: Gramma and Grandpa Bailey, Uncle Don and Aunt Mary and Margaret Elaine Potter. It was great to see her again.
Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. Game, luncheon, bowling, swimming and maybe karaoke. Fun, fun, fun. Carson is going to be so jealous!
Everyone is finally in bed and the lights are out. Time to sign off.
It's past curfew and Leah's still awake! We have the alarm set for 7:00 AM and a wake-up call for 7:30. Game time is 10 and we have to be at the arena 1 hour before the game.
The girls played against Hamilton today - we dominated for the first 2 periods but lost steam by the third and lost 5-3. Lots of family at the game: Gramma and Grandpa Bailey, Uncle Don and Aunt Mary and Margaret Elaine Potter. It was great to see her again.
Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. Game, luncheon, bowling, swimming and maybe karaoke. Fun, fun, fun. Carson is going to be so jealous!
Everyone is finally in bed and the lights are out. Time to sign off.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We spent a fun evening with friends - eating, drinking, playing Rumoli & some Wii games. I'm not a very good jouster it seems.
The kids danced and a few of us parental units joined in - right in the middle of our card game. Crazy!
The craziest event was saved for today though. Our Ev joined hundreds of other loonies and splashed into Lake Ontario for the annual Polar Bear Dip.
That's her in the pink. Doesn't she look like she is having fun?
Thanks to the wonderful Bassan family for inviting Ev. She really did have a blast.
Can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring. . .
The kids danced and a few of us parental units joined in - right in the middle of our card game. Crazy!
The craziest event was saved for today though. Our Ev joined hundreds of other loonies and splashed into Lake Ontario for the annual Polar Bear Dip.
That's her in the pink. Doesn't she look like she is having fun?
Thanks to the wonderful Bassan family for inviting Ev. She really did have a blast.
Can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring. . .
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Cottage fun!
The kids have been having a great time at the cottage this summer - the rain doesn't seem to bother them as much as it does me. And when I'm not happy, Rob isn't happy. Thankfully, the kids manage to enjoy themselves despite me.
A few pix until I can figure out how to install Flickr on my site.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Work is fun when you have a TRACTOR!
A few more people on this earth learned to drive Rob's tractor - and got lots of work done at the same time. This weekend, we moved yards (cords?) of split wood from the front of the property to the middle of the property. About halfway done. Hope we can get the 3 grammas to come back and finish the job. (That's Yvonne Drektraan in the middle pix)
Everyone was put to work - here's Liam doing his favourite job - using my log-splitter - a Christmas present. (OK it was Rob's present too!)
Lots of drivers on the other favourite cottage vehicle too:
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Happy Pride
Two Sunday's ago was part of a long weekend for most folks. Rob and the two youngest headed to the cottage on Friday night and stayed til Tuesday evening. Carson and I stayed home that weekend. I had to work on the Monday, as did Carson.
I calculated that it was my first Canada Day weekend in 23 years not spent at the cottage.
I had a great time catching up with my "Hamilton Cousins" on Saturday - played my first 2 games of poker - and won the first one (with lots of coaching). Back home to catch a movie with Carson.
The next day we set out to Toronto after lunch. We were on our way to watch the Gay Pride parade. I had seen a bit of one in NYC when I was there with some girlfriends last summer. But that was just as we were walking to and from the Museum of Modern Art.
This time, I wanted to experience the whole thing. We met up with a friend from work, and a friend of hers joined up with us soon after. I had warned Carson to be prepared for lots of nudity and some weird sights. For almost 2 hours we cheered and laughed (and raised our eyebrows and diverted our gazes). There were politicians, church groups, protest groups, social support groups, businesses, special purpose clubs, bikers (motorized and not)and of course, the firefighters. People from every walk of life were there - I'd say the only group missing were the professional athletes. Hmm - I guess there aren't any pro athletes who are gay ...
Breasts and penises made appearances throughout. There was a group of men carrying a flag that simply read "Bears". By the look of the men marching under that banner, membership in the Bears group simply required one to be(male)over 40, at least 250 pounds and sporting a hairy chest!
My girlfriend and I drooled over the chiseled bodies sponsored by TD bank - only a buff, gay guy can pull off wearing a green speedo.
We were greeted with "Happy Pride" by all who passed us. We returned the greeting - "Happy Pride".
The crowd favourites were the fewer than a dozen military officers marching in uniform, and (I am getting choked up thinking about this), the parents that walked with their (adult) kids bearing signs that expressed their pride and support for their gay children.
There were some groups that made me a little uncomfortable - but I would have found those S&M and other intense displays of affection awkward to watch with heterosexual couples. But the parade, as I understand it, is many things to many people - a form of entertainment, a rite of passage, a political statement, and, a way to spend a fun time with family and friends.
The only thing I didn't get, was why the drag queens felt they had to walk the entire parade in heels. Honey, I only wear my heels for where I need to be - not to get me from points A to B. Get out the runners next year.
All in all, a memorable way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I might be back in another 23 years - maybe I'll see a hockey, baseball or football player then.
I calculated that it was my first Canada Day weekend in 23 years not spent at the cottage.
I had a great time catching up with my "Hamilton Cousins" on Saturday - played my first 2 games of poker - and won the first one (with lots of coaching). Back home to catch a movie with Carson.
The next day we set out to Toronto after lunch. We were on our way to watch the Gay Pride parade. I had seen a bit of one in NYC when I was there with some girlfriends last summer. But that was just as we were walking to and from the Museum of Modern Art.
This time, I wanted to experience the whole thing. We met up with a friend from work, and a friend of hers joined up with us soon after. I had warned Carson to be prepared for lots of nudity and some weird sights. For almost 2 hours we cheered and laughed (and raised our eyebrows and diverted our gazes). There were politicians, church groups, protest groups, social support groups, businesses, special purpose clubs, bikers (motorized and not)and of course, the firefighters. People from every walk of life were there - I'd say the only group missing were the professional athletes. Hmm - I guess there aren't any pro athletes who are gay ...
Breasts and penises made appearances throughout. There was a group of men carrying a flag that simply read "Bears". By the look of the men marching under that banner, membership in the Bears group simply required one to be(male)over 40, at least 250 pounds and sporting a hairy chest!
My girlfriend and I drooled over the chiseled bodies sponsored by TD bank - only a buff, gay guy can pull off wearing a green speedo.
We were greeted with "Happy Pride" by all who passed us. We returned the greeting - "Happy Pride".
The crowd favourites were the fewer than a dozen military officers marching in uniform, and (I am getting choked up thinking about this), the parents that walked with their (adult) kids bearing signs that expressed their pride and support for their gay children.
There were some groups that made me a little uncomfortable - but I would have found those S&M and other intense displays of affection awkward to watch with heterosexual couples. But the parade, as I understand it, is many things to many people - a form of entertainment, a rite of passage, a political statement, and, a way to spend a fun time with family and friends.
The only thing I didn't get, was why the drag queens felt they had to walk the entire parade in heels. Honey, I only wear my heels for where I need to be - not to get me from points A to B. Get out the runners next year.
All in all, a memorable way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I might be back in another 23 years - maybe I'll see a hockey, baseball or football player then.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Birthday story
The party at mom's was great. Uncle Wayne was there - he's in town for a week helping Uncle Leigh at the shop. Cousin Janice and hubby Larry dropped by - they said it was to say Happy Birthday - BUT I KNOW THAT IT WAS TO SEE BABY AVRY!
That baby is so good. So was so tired, but not a peep of discontent our of her. Adam and Yvonne are great parents. And of course, Avry is blessed with a wonderful extended family.
But I digress. Carson shared a story with us about a conversation with her teacher the day before my birthday. It went something like this:
C: "I'm so excited for my mom's birthday - I got her the best gift"
Teacher: "That's great. What did you get her?"
C: "I got knocked up!"
T: raised eyebrows
C: "I mean, I got her knocked up!"
T: jaw opening
C: "The movie! I got her the movie Knocked Up!"
Haven't even watched the movie yet, but am loving the enthusiasm that came with it.
Thanks everyone for a great birthday weekend.
That baby is so good. So was so tired, but not a peep of discontent our of her. Adam and Yvonne are great parents. And of course, Avry is blessed with a wonderful extended family.
But I digress. Carson shared a story with us about a conversation with her teacher the day before my birthday. It went something like this:
C: "I'm so excited for my mom's birthday - I got her the best gift"
Teacher: "That's great. What did you get her?"
C: "I got knocked up!"
T: raised eyebrows
C: "I mean, I got her knocked up!"
T: jaw opening
C: "The movie! I got her the movie Knocked Up!"
Haven't even watched the movie yet, but am loving the enthusiasm that came with it.
Thanks everyone for a great birthday weekend.
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