The Trees

Today is one of those days where you want to reach up, touch the sky, and dance in the sunshine.

Just as the trees do.

I'm Going to Admit This

Hubster was right.

Yes, I know. Look out for the lightening bolts. Not because he was right, but because I'm actually going to admit that he was!

I gave in the other night and told him to just go buy whatever washing machine he thought would be best. I had no faith in his logic on the subject and after a heated discussion on Monday night, I was ready to through him out with the dirty laundry.

Luckily for me, the man really does have a clue.

He came home last night with a washing machine.

A nice, simple washing machine.

A washing machine that is so quiet, I keep going to check on it to make sure it's ok.

A washing machine that has washed all of Bubba-Love's disgusting diahrea and vomit covered clothes and blankies.

It's been running non-stop since it got here at 7pm last night.

My Hubster rocks.

Maybe I should start listening to his advice on other things too...

Then again, nah. Need to keep him on his toes, right?

Here's A Super Tuesday

Bubba-Love has diarhea.

And I don't have a washing machine.

Suuupppeeeerrrr.

Can I open the wine yet?

Ode to An Old Friend

It's been a tough five years for you, my old friend. So many sheets, clothes, and nappies. Not to mention all the spare change and keys that have clogged your system. I've tortured you with dog blankets, vomit covered toys, and countless smelly running shoes. It was a thankless world you lived in.

But you stood valiantly next to the dryer, patiently waiting for the next load, be it darks, lights or colours. The ultimate in unconditional love.

You had a rhythm all your own, shaking to the beat of God only knows what band, some sort of combination of hard rock and Reggae. A solid thumping from the basement, that let me know you were on the scene, doing what needed to be done.

It's just a shame that you decided to give up the ghost when Hubster was actually helping with the laundry. There he stood, ankle deep in water, trying to keep you together long enough to finish the spin cycle.

Bless you on your final journey, old friend. May your final resting place be free of unmatched socks.

As for us, we've sent condolences to the dryer and promised to find her a nice new machine to cuddle. Perhaps one that we won't have to bolt to the wall this time.

Though, I will admit, everytime I hear this song, I will shed a tear for my old friend.

Hey, Typhon...

"Since I forgot Hubster's birthday is actually next, I'm afraid I'm going to be your roommate for a bit. Can you squeeze on over?"

Why I Love February 2nd

Because, some of you might want to celebrate Groundhog Day while others of you may be making crepes since it's Chandeleur.

Or perhaps you're really looking for a way to combine your roots with a recovering Catholic positive outlook and have a good old party for Brigid (the saint or goddess, take your pick) on Imbolc.

It's a date on the calender full of possibilities! Plus, it's also The Princess' second favourite day of the year.

Why, you ask?

'Cause now, the next birthday Chez Nous, is hers!

Happy celebrations today to all my favourite groundhogs, druids, Catholics, and Brigids out there!

The Things You Remember

I don't know the right words to describe labour to someone who hasn't been through it. Sure the pain is one thing, but the surreal state in which you count the minutes and breaths is extraordinary.

Two years ago, I spent the last night of January counting contractions and breathing like a freight train at the lovely clinic in Clermont. Hubster lay down on the camping bed in the room and I channel surfed trying to find something to distract myself.

I stumbled upon Les Bronzes Font du Ski. I had no idea that the Les Bronzes movies were a cross between Caddyshack, Monty Python, and American Pie. Thus, right up my alley. I'm a huge fan of stupid movies. Ask anyone from my Idaho days. The only thing I watched on tv for several years was a battered video of Weekend at Bernie's.

So there between contractions, I tried to translate as I laughed out loud. This clip from Les Bronzes Font du Ski is one of the best. The group of friends stumble upon a local farmer after being stuck on the mountains. In this scene, he kindly offers some of his homemade hooch as a gesture of kindess and hospitality. If my water hadn't already broken by this point, it would have then! I've been the woman in the blue coat on way too many occasions!

Two years ago, I laughed until I cried. And then the next morning, I cried until I laughed and Bubba-Love was with us.

He's two today and to celebrate he's got a new stuffed Flash McQueen toy and a Little People garage. Tonight, Hubster and I are going to celebrate by breaking out a bottle of champers and my copy of Les Bronzes Font du Ski.

Happy Birthday, Bubba-Love! Here's hoping you always have reason to laugh!