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Okay, I saw this on another blog....and I had to share. Can you guess what the sign is about??

My list of melters...

I was doing some lurking on my favorite site, and I came to a girls request for most memorable romantic quotes from movies. It got me on a roll...I was originally going to do my top ten...but...you just can't pick ONLY 10. It was hard enough narrowing it down to these:

My list of most Romantic Movie Quotes:

Dirty Dancing:
".....I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life... the way I feel when I'm with you!"

10 Things I Hate About You:
"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." (bawling)

Casablanca:
"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time."

City of Angels:
"I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One." & "When they ask me what I liked best, I'll say it was you."

When Harry met Sally:
"I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Forrest Gump:
"I'm not a smart man, but I know what love is."

As Good as it Gets:
"You make me wanna be a better man."

Lord of the Rings:
"I would rather spend one lifetime with you-than face all the Ages of this world alone."

Last of the Mohicans:
"No matter how long it takes, no matter how far...I will find you."

The Notebook:
“So it’s not gonna be easy...we’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want you, forever, and every day.”

Titanic:
"I'll never let go."

Notting Hill:
"I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her."

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon:
"I want to tell you, with my last breath, that I have always loved you." (I have the biggest crush on Chow Yun-Fat since he uttered this line!!)

Shakespeare in Love:
"You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die."

Bridget Jones' Diary:
"I like you very much. Just as you are." (Colin Firth stole my heart in this movie!)

Love Actually:
"I left Elton John's, where there were a hefty number of half-naked chicks with their mouths open, to hang out with you, at Christmas. It's a terrible mistake, Chubs, but you turn out to be the fucking love of my life. And to be honest, despite all my complaining, we have had a wonderful life."
&
"Beautiful Aurelia, I've come here with a view of asking you to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person - because I hardly knows you - but sometimes things are so transparency, they don't need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England"

Jerry Maguire:
"You complete me." & "You had me at hello."


*sigh* So there you go.....the moments in cinematic history that melt my lil dried walnut of a heart...

Say Crack again...

As the head of my own research team I realized I hadn't done any field work in a few weeks & it became imperitive I go out & do some research. I needed Guliano to come home early today so I could do some field work.

He is being unsupportive. He refused to come early & said I just have to wait until this evening when he gets home. Augh....by the time he gets home it will be to late to do my required research & studies.

You see....I need to go to the city to compare the differences between McDonalds breakfast McCrack-wich & Tim Hortens breakfast crack-wich. Both are equally addictive....and I felt it was time to do more research on this via taste-tests.

I live in a small town and while we do have an A & W.....they just don't compare.



What is it about these fast food places that make these sinfully delicious crack-like addictive breakfasts??? I mean....I'm going insane here. They are all I can think of. I even imagine I can smell them. If we lived in the city......I'd be pawning off our stuff just to have these every day. I'd be there paying for them in pennies I found & begged for.



Have you had these?? OMG......McDonalds has the sausage & egg Mc Muffin.....heaven in itself. Tim Hortens now has a tea bisquit with sausage & egg....*drool* such lil packages of delite...so different....yet so much alike.



Augh....I'm going crazy here. Its times like these where I think we REALLY need to discuss having a second vehicle.

Speaking of addictions.....when the hell is Starbucks going to bring out Pumpkin Spice Latte's again? I asked the kid serving me last week for one and he looked at me like I was stoned. I mean come on....YOU work there....surely you can check if one can be made. But I did get an answer, a different worker informed me that they won't be in until maybe October.

OMFG....OCTOBER. I have to wait until October for their version of crack?? I don't know how I am going to handle it. I already have a plan formed out.....I can drop off the kids at school by 9am, head into the city....grab a Latte....head to Timmies or McD's grab a crackwich & head home....all in time to pick up the kids again for lunch.

*sigh*.......I'm feeling bitter. My homemade crackwich...just tastes like ass. Which is not the same category as fastfood crackwiches.

All by myself.....

Well....I'm here...all alone. The kids are gone to visit grandparents for about 10 days and Guliano is at work all day. I'm sitting here....on the couch at 2:40pm in my PJs...with my glass of rootbeer and feeling all lonely. A la Bridget Jones.

I can't believe how quiet the house is. There is literally NO NOISE but the click of the keyboard as I type. To be honest, I had thought that perhaps we had a noiseless keyboard....as I had never heard it before. I guess we're just too noisy on a regular basis to even hear it.

I had big plans to clean the house, read my emails & play on the internet all day, sleep in....but on Monday.....I slept until 10am....and woke to find that Guliano had:
-gotten up, fed the pets
-took Bugzy for a walk
-went to the gym
-came home, ate
-did a load of laundry
-left for work...all before 7:30am.

Thats not all this sick early bird did. He also came back from work, and left me a take out coffee on the counter sometime between 9-10am.

So, feeling like a lazy-ass...I got up, drank my coffee & cleaned the house. Without the kids here.....instead of an all-day job...this took 45 mins. OMFG.....45 mins. When the kids are home, it takes all day!!!!!!!!! So much for my big plan to clean the house all week. It was done in in less than an hour. I decided to do my computer time.....again....an all day mission with the kids home. But with no one interupting me, I read my emails, read my blogs, checked out my sites...i was done in 30 minutes.

This was MONDAY. I was done everything I had planned to do all week....all within 1 hour and 15 mins of my waking up. What the hell was I going to do with myself all freaking week????

So Tuesday came and went in painstaking slowness.....and its now Wednesday. I now understand why some housewives are closet alcoholics. If I wasn't pregnant, I'm sure I'd be drinking here by myself all day.

I know, I know.....I should get out and do something right?? Whatev....you don't live in Fort Qu'Appelle. Once you browsed the drug store.....there's nothing else to do and I already did that 4 years ago.

I guess I'll liven things up around here & turn on the radio & have a shower.

Protector of my family

I saved my family from imminent death. An intruder entered our home while I was in the basement doing laundry & I came up to find my kids running & screaming. It took me about 3 minutes to find the intruder. Thanks to the trusty help of our cat Joe. Joe had already assessed the situation and set out to kill the intruder.

When I saw it....I wanted to faint. I felt my blood run cold....I wanted to run & scream. It was the biggest scariest moth I had ever seen in a long time.

But being the only adult in the household, it was my duty to suck up my fear & do my best to kill this massive beast.

My adrenaline was pumping & I had the chills. Every nerve was twitching as I prowled the house slowly with my flyswatter. I saw the beast fluttering against the kitchen wall. He was prepping himself for attack. I just knew it.

I slowly inched my way into the kitchen and slid along the farther wall, all the while keeping the beast in view. Brave Joe was jumping up against the wall, ready to help with the kill. I got close enough to attempt a strike. I took a deep breath, set my nerves on edge & reached out with a swat.

OMFG....he knew it was coming, before I could even react, this demon started DIVE BOMBING at my head. I knew he was going to try to kill me by diving into my hair. A chill ran through my body and I let out a scream. I started hitting my head with the flyswatter & running around in circles screaming and shaking my head trying to dislodge this demon from my hair.

The kids opened the bedroom door, took one look at me and screamed then slammed the door shut again. It was too much for our cat Joe and he took off running down the stairs to hide in the basement. Bugzy, our dog, was barking up a storm......dying to be let in to lend a hand.

I could feel it trying to ensnare itself in my hair & doing its best to kill me by fluttering me to death. I kept on with the smacking myself on the head all over and shaking my hair as fast as I could, trying to save myself. If it got me....the kids would be next.

Finally I saw it fall to the floor. I let out another scream and ran to bathroom and did my heebie-jeebie dance. Since this was a near death experience.....one dance wouldn't do. This event required a 5 minute shudder & heebie jeebie dance. I pulled off my clothes......because we all know....moths like to hide in clothes....I knew I had seen it fall to the floor....but these suckers are sneaky....it could have come back to life & jumped on my back and crawled down my top as I ran for the safety of the bathroom. I stood there nekked, gave my hair one more shake just to be sure...and used the brush to lift my clothes and give them a quick shake out. After I reassured myself that the killer moth didn't hitch a ride into the bathroom with me, I put on a towel and slowly opened the door. I slowly walked back to the kitchen a took a deep breath & took a look around the fridge to see if it was still on the floor.

Thank gawd. Joe had got his bearings back and had come back up the stairs to help and was now feasting on the dead intruder. Bless his heart. I would not have to pick it now. He had saved me from that final torture.

I informed the kids that we were all now safe again & I felt the pride starting to fill me, the pride one feels after saving others. I smiled at them, waiting for them to exclaim their gratitude for me saving our lives....the only thing they said to me was: Mom, where are your clothes??

So much for the thanks for saving their lives.

Dear Non-Pregnant Person

We are pregnant with our fourth (yes, I said FOURTH) child. I've come to realize that sometimes, there are things that need to be told to the 'non-pregnant' friends & family members. Here is a letter to help them understand.

Dear Non-Pregnant Person, I hope you find these guidelines helpful in your interactions with pregnant women as failing to follow them may result in serious physical harm. If you are thinking, SURELY she doesn't mean me- then you NEED to read this. Twice.

1) The appropriate response to a couple telling you they are having a baby is "Congratulations!" with enthusiasm. Any other response makes you an a$$.

2) Through the wonders of science, we now know that babies are made ONLY by the mother and father- not grandparents. Unless the baby is in your uterus or you are the man that helped put it there, you may not ever use the phrase "my baby".

3) On the same note, unless you made the baby as defined in #2, the pregnancy, birth and raising of the child are not about you. You do not have input. No one wants to hear your opinion unless they ask for it.

4) The body of a pregnant women should be treated the same as any other body. You would not randomly touch someone's stomach if they were not pregnant, nor would you inquire into the condition of their uterus, cervix or how they plan to use their breasts. Pregnancy does not remove all traces of privacy from a woman.

5) Likewise, no women wants to hear comments on her weight- ever. A pregnant woman does not find it flattering that you think she is about is pop, must be having twins, looks swollen or has gained weight in her face. Telling her she looks too small only makes her worry that she is somehow starving her baby. Making such comments invite her to critique your physical appearance and you may not act offended. The only acceptable comment on appearance is "You look fabulous!".

6) By the time we are 20-30 years old, most of us have picked up on the fact that the summer is hot. We are hot every summer when we are not pregnant. We don't need you to point out that we will be miserably hot before the baby comes.

7) There is a reason that tickets to L&D are not yet sold on Ticketmaster. Childbirth is actually not a public event. It may sound crazy, but some women really do not relish the idea of their mother, mother-in-law or a host of other family members seeing their bare butt and genitals. Also, some people simply feel like the birth of their child is a private and emotional moment to be shared only by the parents.

8) Like everything else is life, unless you receive an invitation, you are NOT invited. This includes doctor appointments, ultrasounds, labor, delivery, the hospital and the parents home. You do not decide if you will be there for the birth or if you will move in with the new parents to "help out". If your assistance is desired, rest assured that you will be asked for it.

9) If you are asked to help after the birth, this means you should clean up the house, help with cooking meals, help out with our other children and generally stay out of the way. Holding the baby more than the parents, interfering with breastfeeding and sleeping schedules, trying to take over all newborn care and making a woman who is still leaking fluid from multiple locations lift a finger in housework is NOT helping.

10) The only people entitled to time with the baby are the parents & any of their other children. Whether they choose to have you at the hospital for the birth or ask for you to wait three weeks to visit, appreciate that you are are being given the privilege of seeing their child. Complaining or showing disappointment only encourages the parents to include you less.

Signed,

The Pregnant One

Being Scottish & Elton John

We found out last Friday that Elton John was coming to our nearest city for 2 shows. Can you believe that?? 2 SHOWS!!

I almost had a spazz attack. I LOVE Elton John. The day the tickets went on-sale J (hubs) went online and managed to get us tickets. Both shows sold out in 4 minutes. (jaw drop) 4 minutes!!!!! Holy Crap!! In my pregnant state, I probably would have fell to the floor and cried for a week if we didn't get tickets. Mind you...dropping an egg make me cry..sooo.....*rolls eyes* anywhooo...for a couple days now J has been randomly singing various bits of Elton John's songs. No biggie right? Well....he sings in a horrible fake Scottish accent. He also randomly spouts off quotes ( in this fake accent) from 'So I Married an Axe Murderer'.

It was this Scottish accent that actually had our eldest daughter believing we were half Scottish when she was 8.

Sierra was in Brownies a few years ago and her group was having 'Culture Days'. Everyone was to bring a dish of thier favorite cultural food & talk about thier various cultural backgrounds. Sierra brought Chili. (We're not even going there).

Sierra took my mother-in-law as her guest, and they went around the circle talking about thier cultural backgrounds. Okay....we are Plains Cree, Metis & Italian. No Scottish anywhere. So Sierra's turn comes up, everyone turns to look at her and the Brownie leader asks Sierra about her background. I should mention here that Sierra tends to panick when everyone is looking at her expectantly. So she says she is a mixture of Cree & Scottish background & talks a bit of cultural things we eat & do. I don't even know what she could have talked about.

She comes home and we ask her how it went & she says she told everyone about her being Cree & Scottish. We all burst out laughing and tell her she's not Scottish and she laughs and rolls around on the couch. After everyone catches thier breath, we ask her what made her think she's half Scottish. She tells us that when she was asked she said Cree & drew a blank at the rest of her background.....but she heard her dad's voice in her head saying in a fake Scottish accent: "Scottish...say Scottish".

So she blurted out Scottish.

For 2 years after that (Until I became a Brownie leader) everyone involved in Brownies thought we were half Scottish.

Yup. Makes sense to me. I can just hear the town locals: "You know....that Scottish girl.....Sierra Tupone.....her dad is that big Scottish looking guy.....name of Mr Gugliano Tupone, you know him."