When Mugs and I ventured out for an afternoon stroll the sun was in the sky, the birds were singing, and it was neither too hot, nor too cold. Perfect weather to spend some time outdoors. Needless to say, our luck didn't last. These images were taken under overcast conditions, but I'm still pretty happy with the way they turned out. I really enjoyed my first trip ever to see Ottawa's beautiful tulips!
The nicest part was the relatively few people there today, as the festival has officially ended. We were able to get most of our images without strange people and their various body parts gracing our photos! Enjoy!
"The Air Poo is a toilet, with a built in iPod dock and a MacBook Air docking slot. It features integrated speakers, a heated seat for extra comfort and a multi touch flusher.
This device also doubles as a seat cushion and works by blowing "cool air onto your arse via the onboard fan." Product page here (Japanese). Jason Chen from Gizmodo notes one potential drawback: "The only downside I can see is if you let one go, the air cooler will blow it up right into your face!"
PART 1: Were you a planned baby? Nope Were you the first? Yes Were your parents married when you were born? Yes- can you say SHOTGUN?!! LOL What is your birth date? 06.24.72 PART 2: THE FAMILY Parents married or divorced? Married (still to each other) Are you an only child? No Are you the oldest, middle, or youngest? I am the eldest of three Which parent do you get along with best? Dad... Do you have step-parents? NO PART 3: THE FRIENDS Do you have more than one best friend? Nope What do you like to do when you are together? Long walks, bike rides, play with rats, and other things I can't divulge here! Do you share the same interests? Yes to an uncanny extent Which friend can you tell everything to? Mugs PART 4: YOUR PERSONALITY Do you have a low self esteem? Very Do you get depressed about things easily? Nope Are you happy right now? Yes Do you live life to the fullest? Not as I should PART 5: APPEARANCE Are you comfortable with the way you look? Nope,I don't know any woman who is. Describe your hair? Long wavy auburn hair How do you dress? Casually. I am so not a slave to fashion. Were you a strange child? No not at all. PART 6: RANDOM Are you scared of growing up old and alone? Not the old part...just the alone part. PART 7: THE OUTDOORS Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? Outdoors, hands down! Favorite season? Spring! w00t! Do you like walking in the rain? I love to walk in the rain on a hot day.. It's so refreshing! PART 8: FOOD Are you a vegetarian? Yeah, kinda. Favorite food? Stuffed vine leaves in olive oil. What food makes you want to gag? Prunes .YUCK! What is your favorite dessert? Cherry pie PART 9: RELATIONSHIPS AND LOVE Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes Best gift from a wife/husband? Love Have you ever been in love? Indeed! Have they ever loved you? For sure.
5 things I've got in my freezer: Frozen peas Frozen home made veggie lasagna Fish Chicken Popsicles (only orange ones are left, because nobody eats them)
5 things I've got in my wardrobe: T-Shirts Jeans bra's Skirts sweaters
5 things I've got in the car: Empty Tim Horton cup Extra pair of running shoes Rat carrying box Dog leash Loose change for Tim Hortons coffee
5 things I've got in my purse: Lipstick Pen Eye liner Eye shaddow and a 4 gig jump drive
5 things I've got in my bathroom cupboard: Laundry soap Shower gel Shampoo Cat shampoo Dog Shampoo
5 things I will have done in 5 years time: Sent my daughter to University Bailed my son out of jail Sold my house Saved some money (hahahahahaha) pay off a mortgage in full (hahahahaha)
5 first pictures in my laptop: All of my kids lol
First 5 albums in my laptop: See above, jackass.
First 5 movies in my laptop: Movies are on an external drive so there!
5 people that I challenge: Challenge to what? Arm wrestle??
This is my favorite image of Matt, who was making me feel horrible for putting him on time out. He is definitely spoiled.
Ada and Matt- Silly kidlets!
My kids playing a game of hockey this winter.
Copyright 2000 W. Bruce Cameron — Please do not remove the copyright from this essay
My son and Santa Claus have been pen pals every Christmas since he first learned to write. Traditionally, letters to Saint Nick are stuffed in the stockings hanging over the wood stove we call our "fireplace," and are answered via the same mysterious process that allows the jolly old elf to descend down a six-inch stove pipe every Christmas Eve.
Here is this year’s exchange:
Dear Santa:
For Christmas this year I would like a guinea pig. I have other stuff I want, but I wanted to get the guinea-pig request in early.
Signed, the Best Boy in the World
Dear Best Boy:
You are not getting a guinea pig. Are you forgetting what happened to the goldfish you had, and also to the mice you were given for your birthday? Please ask for something reasonable, like a new rake to help your father in the yard. That request I can fill immediately.
Dear Santa:
Well the directions never said you can't take goldfish into the bathtub with you so how was I supposed to know? And the thing with the mice was not my fault, it was the cat's fault.
I also want a go-cart.
Dear Pet Boy:
Surely you knew that sitting on the fish would not be good for them. And I hardly think the cat can be blamed for its instinctive pursuit of the mice once you left the cage door open. I'm sorry, but you may have no more rodents, and that's final.
Regarding your new request: You have already demonstrated an unnerving tendency to succumb to the gravitational pull of the earth, hurling yourself headfirst off of your bicycle and your skate board. A go-cart would merely accelerate this process. How about instead of a go-cart you get a wheelbarrow to help haul the leaves you'll be raking.
Dear so-called Santa:
A guinea pig is not a rodent, it is a member of the pork family.
How about you get me a little trailer for my go-cart and I'll haul leaves in that.
Plus I also want a drum set.
Oh, and I think you should know, my dad is not using the exercise bike you got him last Christmas. I guess it goes against his instinctive pursuit of getting fat.
Dear Drummer Boy:
No pigs of any kind, including those related to rats. No catapulting yourself headfirst from a go-cart into the emergency room. No banging on drums, or doing anything to create any noise except the sounds of yard work.
And your father is planning on starting his exercise program just as soon as his schedule settles down.
Dear Saint Nick Picker:
Well excuse me for thinking that Christmas was for something besides better homes and gardens.
If I can't have a go-cart, I want a snowmobile.
Oh, and I think you'd better take another look at my dad: All he has on his schedule is watching TV and drinking beer. If he settles down any more, he's going to slide off of his chair and onto the floor. The only way to tell that he's still alive is by his belches.
Dear Incorrect Boy:
Your father works hard and occasionally takes in a game on TV to relax. There is nothing wrong with this.
And a snowmobile? Are you crazy? Not only are they dangerous, do you have any idea how much a snowmobile costs? Please pick something affordable.
Dear Santa Flaws:
Well why do you care what it costs? I thought you had a bunch of dwarfs working for you who built everything in your workshop.
If I can't have a guinea pig I want a monkey.
Dear Boy:
A monkey? You cannot have a monkey.
Dear Chris Crumple:
I'm the only kid in my school without a pet.
But Son,
I refuse to believe anybody in your school has a monkey. It is illegal.
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