Yes we were stuck in the HELLISH traffic coming back from the states, because we give our skytrain police peeps guns but not OUR FRIGGING CUSTOMS DUDES??????
Okay, on a happier note ( no peeing on the side of a highway while your husband holds a blanket in front of you is not a happy note) ( he did however get a round of applause from a car full of women ( one pregnant) who were quite proud that he would do this for me)
Okay happy time - We had a great trip to the states, because there was such a huge hold up they didn't do many checks, and we got away with bringing like 250 bucks worth of goodies from Target! WOOT WOOT! And didn't pay duties... heheheheh. And the production of Wicked was WICKED! I saw it in March in New York on Broadway - but the gal who played Elphaba was BETTER than the broadway chick - Glinda was the same Glinda I saw, Fieyero wasn't as good as black soul brother on broadway but all in all WICKED ASS SHOW. So our vacationing month has officially begun. Today as we have been married 3 years ( can you believe it) we are packing for our trip to our lovely little cabin in Tofino on Long Beach for the weekend, CAN"T WAIT. Then the next weekend of course our trip to TO for the big wedding and Niagra falls ( i am finally getting excited about this...... as I was quite dissapointed when I found out since I have a baby in me I am not aloud on any roller coasters and we are staying right beside CANADA"S FRIGGING WONDERLAND PEOPLE..... You know I am OBSESSED WITH FUN SCARY ROLLER COASTERS AND I CAN"T GO ON ANY! So Niagra Falls it is...I am also stressing over all the stupid rules about flying - no liquids and having to have a medical note from the dr. So ridiculous. Very excited though. It should be a blast, and interesting as well. I'm sure you all remember Jay, the best man, best friend fall out boy , that pretty much told Jer and I we were going to hell because we had "relations" before we said I do and many other not very best friendly things to say... ya he's coming. Although I do think now that we have had 3 years to let everything settle, I think It will be fine....I know I've grown up a lot in 3 yrs and I've watched Jer grow up too, I just hope Jay has. It's so sad when you loose a good person to the "taking it too literal on the organized religion rulebook." So we shall see what happens. Anyways I really should go start packing for the cabin.... so,
Live much, laugh often Love loads....
"what a difference a day made.... and the difference is you"
Happy anni babbit!

My voice has entered cyberspace!

Ooooooh, okay you want a fun little link where you can hear at least one of the recordings that I worked on this summer for my soon to be up and running website ( i know i've been saying this for a while I have to get my bum in gear and write up the content, but blogging is so much more fun!) So Right now here is a link to my friend Michael's website where I am singing a little shakesong from the Tempest. I am singing the part of Ariel, so go to this page http://www.shakesongs.com/where-the-bee-sucks.php and click on the little music player at the bottom on Where the bee sucks and you will hear moi!
Cheerio

You know, I freaking love the fall. This rain is the best darn godsent in all the land...... and the funny thing is i am sooo not even using a drop of my sarcasm. I LOVE IT.
Almost as much as I love 80's soft rock... oops I just admitted I love 80's soft rock on the internet.

We live in a beautiful world....

Okay so the opening to Lost in Yonkers was great. I had a blast. I really did. I still hate all the schmoozing.... always will, I am just not made for schmoozing. If it's not meaningfull ( and I am very open and outstretched in my version of meaningfull) I'm just not into it. But I have to tell you, walking out of the theatre, I heard quite a number of people commenting on the show, (the family in lost in yonkers is kinda crazy, funny and wierd, kinda like most I assumed) and listening to most people walk out, all I heard over and over again was " wow that family makes mine look normal" and I thought about my family.
Yonkers don't even come close to the psychotic existence that is my family. And I am so glad.
Can you even imagine how boring our lives were if we were all perfectly normal. And then I got to thinking about me, because you can't judge others until you have judged yourself, I'm looney, wacky and some people will never even come close to understanding the complexity that is me. I have to have my alarm set to like 8:02, 8:04, 8:07 or 7:47, or 7:46. - 8:00, 8:01 and 7:45 would wreck my entire week let alone day. I always have to use the washroom BEFORE ordering food from a fast food joint, which can be really hard because most establishments won't give you the darn key until you pay them. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the rain. I am a west coaster all the way baby, and I was so Damn sick of the sun this summer you'd swear I had S.A.D in July and August., I was actually thinking about buying a rain stick and jumping up and down getting Irene V to do the chant ( YOU KNOW THE TRIVIAL PURSUIT CHANT!) and now that it's here I am soooooo much happier. Anyways that's me, I'm wierd and I'm proud, and I think all our wierdness and psychotisms, are what makes this world so wonderful. Yes I may be a tad more tapped into my emotions because this baby is wreaking havoc on my harmones ( you should see the pizza face.... don't worry it will pay) so I leave you with two photos, one of me enjoying lifes' little peasures - purdy's and nanaimo bars in bed, and a beautiful sunset while crossing the Juan de fuca straight on the ferry. We live in a beautiful world.
And to my A and Mr. C - It will still be a beautiful world, and you will still be loved, and you made the best desicion possible, no matter how hard it was.
xoxoxox
Koop

Swamped .....

Okay I've been swamped, so just ignore the non working link on the side, I got some instructions from mr pauly and when I get like an hour to try to figure it out I will fix them.... which I must warn you won't be for like a weekend and a bit. I am heading to the Island on Thursday for the opening of Lost in Yonkers at Chemain main..Should be fun and interesting....... First opening of a show EVER that I will have attended and NOT been able to drink, Smoke a pack of cigarettes, puff on a cigar and dabble in the jane du marie. I really can't see it being all that fun... but i am soooo unoptimistic so hopefully with my lovely friend ashley we can whip up a pan of our own fun! Whoopee.
Okay I need to go to bed, and I REALLY need to work on my Solo for the concert.....
cuz you know what is sooooooooo not fun..... when you get called to do it at rehearsal and havn't even looked at the darn thing, and you are sooooo not the sight reading type, and you don't hit your frickin C people, It was a fricking C..... I hit High A's like nobody's buisness, but a C - no. That's what I get for not doing my homework. Pure and utter, embarasment and humiliation on this lovely fall turning tuesday night....
adieu adieu
parting is such sweet sorrow,
i shall bid goodnight till it be morrow.

PAUL HOW THE HECK DO I LINK?????

One more quick post.... as i am still learning this blog thang...... i have no idea to make a link on the side and just call it a name... it is showing up with the entire url addy and that's fine and all but it just doesn't look pretty.....PAUL HELP ME!

For my lovley fellow commenters who have not been able to comment!

Mizz illiterate over here, thinks she figuered out the whole "I don't want to show your comment" phase that blogger boy is going through... i clicked a few no's and hopefully it will work!
Give it a whirl with this blog!
Promising a real blog soon....
amy

Tommorow we Oma sit...

So we have this wonderful long weekend ahead of us don't we now.... well we have used a fraction of it up today. We put the first coat of primer on the wee little rocking cradle. Now you must understand, in the days of non-pregnant, I have been known to be able to paint 3 entire rooms in the time it took me to PRIME one stinking cradle. So who knows when the actual coat of paints will go on.... mabye once the kid is in kindergarten. I'm just too flippin tired. Okay which brings me to how even shorter this weekend is getting. One day down and I am ready for bed. Tommorow we Oma sit, and help me dogbawls I hope it goes by fast and painless. Now i soooo do not mean this in a bad way. I LOVE my oma. I finally figuered out where I get mostly all my insanisms and sarcasitic lovin from. Her. And tommorow we are going to take care of her for like 7 friggin hours ( IN A ROW) it will be a most interesting Sunday. Now as I said I love my Oma dearly, but she well, let's see let me fill you in on Oma. Okay so up until about 4 months ago, Oma still lived in her own home and did EVERYTHING herself, no nurses no, nothing. She was THE BIZNITCH BOSS. She called the shots she IS the head of my dad's familio. My opa died quite some time ago, so she is the head poo ba shall i say? I shall. Now 4 months or so ago she had yet another hip go on her ( the first hip that is a blog unto it's own - let's just say in agonizing pain she was yelling from the kitchen where she fell - to the ambulance dudes coming to save her to Not bash in the front door as it was locked, she just had it varnished. Then when they needed to take care of her over swelling arm she refused to let them cut her good sweater which was the only way to save her arm. Let's just say she was not a happy oma, she is still mad about the sweater.) So 4 months ago she had another fall. And it was decided my aunt, the eldest of the siblings would do respite for Oma. During these coursed of events, it meant Oma had to move out of her two storey house and into a bedroom at My Auntie M's house. So it was decided that my other aunt (one of my most favorite aunts who lives across the street) would buy it and move in. So she did. And for this to happen Oma had to get rid of a heck of a lot of Stuff. So you know what happens when someone dies right when all the sisters and bro's come in and divey up the shite. Well that's what happened with Oma's stuff. It was done quite fairly all the sister's and brothers came and drew numbers and all the good stuff went into different homes. Well last week my parents were over visiting Oma, and she's on her tirade of the day.
Oma: I want my stuff back
Auntie M: We have nowhere to put your stuff mom
Oma: Well the only reason I gave it away was because I thought I was dying, and look at me, I'M GETTING BETTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, AND I WANT MY STUFF BACK!

This is my Oma, and I have 7 + hours with her tommorow.
Oh yes and one more thing, upon having moved into Aunt M's she has lost almost all the english language she knows, as my Aunt can speak dutch to her so that being her native tongue is easier for her to understand. So she may start the first word out in english but the rest following is most definatley in Dutch
Ya, and by the way I don't speak dutch, and neither does my darling hubbie.