Monday, April 25, 2005

Happy Birthday Dear Jean-Alexandre!

It is Jean-Alexandre's 11th birthday today. Happy Birthday!! God bless.

We have mallards in our pond. They don't come close, we can't feed them,... they're too nervous, but they don't fly off when we walk by, they just swim to the other side of the pond.

Haven't seen any fish, don't know if any survived the winter. We put goldfish in the pond last year to help keep the algae down in the water. We also have frogs in there, although they don't seem to have come outof the mud yet.

The first crocuses have been blooming for a week or so now and we have a couple of daffodils. The tulips are coming out, but no flowers there yet.

Spring is definitely here! Lots of rain, not very warm yet, but not very cold either. April showers bring May flowers right? I'm looking forward to May.

The Mallards in our pond Posted by Hello

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Pregnant Again...

This comes as a bit of a shock for me. We were not planning on a fifth child. I thought I had already ovulated, I must have been wrong because here I am, pregnant again. I have been suspecting pregnancy for a few weeks now, and recently I have been certain of it, as I feel certain changes in my body. I finally took the test yesterday to confirm it.

Wasn't sure how Marc would take the news but he seems to have taken it not too badly. Someone has offered to take him to lunch to explain to him how children are made so we can stop making them... (eyes rolling) not that that is any of THEIR business... THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Back from Moose Factory

Went up to Moose Factory for John Delaney's funeral. Left here on Thursday with Rose Anne, met up with Cecil and Jean Pierre in Ottawa and we took Cecil's car to Cochrane. We stayed overnight in New Liskard, and continued on to Cochrane the next morning. Took the train at 11:15 in Cochrane and arrived in Moosonee at about 5:30pm.

We heard that ski-doo taxis were going across so we took those. There was a lot of water on the ice and I was in shoes, sitting behind the driver. Rose Anne and Jean Pierre were in the sled behind us. Cecil waited with Eli Chilton to take another taxi. I had to keep lifting up my feet so they wouldn't get wet. We kept joking about going through the ice and drowning but that didn't happen obviously.

Found out on the other side that the family service for John was in half an hour so we took a regular taxi to Greta's to leave our luggage and hopped back in with Greta and her daughter to go back up to the school. The service and funeral were to be in the Ministik School gym, where John spent so many hours with many of us. (Because there wouldn't be enough room in the church and because it seemed appropriate.)

There were a couple of emotional minutes for me there as I entered the gym and saw a bunch of pictures and momentos and then I was ok.

The service was a bit of prayer and singing but mostly just sharing about what John meant to us. I went up and said a few words, but kept it short. We were then invited to Christina's house where he was being exposed, to say goodbye.

We hadn't eaten yet and it was quite late already, but they had things to eat, so we ate a bit there, and then went back to Greta's.

Saturday at 11:00 was the funeral, followed by a potluck dinner. We hadn't had time or opportunity to make anything so we just brought a case of coke. But there was a lot to eat. We ended up up Christina and Victor's that night too, and had some soup there, we ended up not eating a lot at Greta's, besides breakfast. Rose anne, Jean Pierre and I a good chat with Victor and Christina while we were there.

Sunday, I went to the Anglican service with Greta and Desiree in what used to be our Catholic Church. My dad was the deacon here. It was sold to the Anglican Church because there just weren't any Catholics attending. There are very few Catholics on the island, most are Anglican. It was strange to see the church so full, and the confessionals ripped out (to make more room I imagine, not just to make it less Catholic, because the stand for holy water was still there). I walked around the island that afternoon, with Greta and Desiree and MAN WAS IT COLD!!! I was wearing 3 sweaters and my coat and I was still cold!!! The wind goes right through that coat. We met up with Jean Pierre at Nellie Fairies' and I went up for a dinner at the Parish Hall with them and Greta went home with Desiree. It was a turkey dinner, to raise funds for the vestry. Good turkey!! We met up with Cecil and Daisy Turner there. Cecil, Jean Pierre and I went to play volleyball with other former leaders at Ministik afterwards, it was a lot of fun, very recreational, but fun.

Monday was very slow, we stayed home almost all day Rose Anne and I, with Greta, Jean Pierre went out to meet someone, then came back and we went to the complex to meet Eli before going to Christina and Victor's for a dinner there.

Tuesday, Rob Fairies picked Cecil and then the rest of us up and took us to the helicopter pad to take the helicopter across. That was fun, hadn't taken a helicopter since spring of 1990. But it wasn't LONG enough!!! We got to the train at about 8:00, an hour before it departed. We ended up sitting in the dining car for most of the trip back chatting with different people who were also heading back home after the funeral. From Cochrane we drove all the way to Ottawa, and then Rose Anne and I drove to St-Jean. We arrived just before 2:30 am. Needless to say we were feeling pretty sleep-deprived by then,... I still have not recovered. I need my sleep!!!

Today is Thursday. In about 20 minutes I will be taking Dominic to see the pediatrician because another doctor signaled a heart irregularity while checking him for an earache on Monday.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Cry babies, Boo hoo

I came across a message over the internet when I did a search on Karol Wojtyla yesterday: It was from France (Where now only 10% of what used to be a Catholic nation practice) I will translate:

Le serial killer Karol Wojtyla, dit Popaul-No-K-Pote, est mort aujourd'hui.
(The serial killer Karol Wojtyla, aka Popaul-No-K-Pote, died today.)

Alité depuis plusieurs jours, il aurait exprimé son désir de confesser ses crimes (notamment sa contribution majeure au développement de l'épidémie du sida) devant les cardinaux qui l'entouraient, avant d'être étouffé à l'aide d'un coussin par l'un d'entre eux.
(In bed for a number of days, he apparently expressed his desire to confess his crimes (especially his major contribution to the development of the AIDS epidemy) in front of his cardinals who surrounded him, before being smothered by a cushion by one of them.)

Radio Vatican dément l'information.
(Radio Vatican denies this information.)

D'après des sources apostoliques romaines autorisées, une pétition circulerait en Enfer : nombre de pensionnaires de ces lieux, qui ne sont pourtant pas tous des enfants de coeur, refusent de partager leurs tourments avec un si ignoble salaud.
(According to authorized roman apostolic sources, a petition is circulating in Hell: a number of pensionaries of this place, who are not all lovable themselves, refuse to share their torments with such a unnoble bastard)

1er avril 2005 (c) Agence Catholique de Presse, 2005.
(April 1, 2005 (c) Catholic Press Agency, 2005)

Don't know if that last bit is part of the sick joke or if they really do consider themselves Catholic, God knows there are some pretty sick catholics out there...

In LaPresse de Montréal, some guy wrote in to complain:

"Si triste soit la disparition de ce pape (pour tous ceux qui l'aiment et je ne fais pas partie de ce groupe), le fait est que le malheureux aurait dû prendre sa retraite et cultiver ses roses dans le jardin du Vatican depuis des années au lieu de donner au monde ce spectacle tragique et cruel. Mais l'ambition et un désir maladif de pouvoir ont fait qu'il a voulu continuer de se tenir sur une scène qui n'était plus faite pour lui. Il sera sans aucun doute beaucoup mieux au paradis, dans son pardis... non loin d'Hollywood. Là-haut il pourra poursuivre son spectacle. Et ses admirateurs ne manqueront pas."
(As sad as the disparition of the Pope is (for those that love him and I am not part of that group), the fact is that the poor guy should have retired to cultivate roses in the Vatican years ago instead of giving the world this cruel and tragical spectacle. But ambition and a sick desire for power kept him going on a stage no longer made for him. He will no doubt be much better in Paradise, in his Paradise... not far from Hollywood. Up there he will be able to continue his show. And he will not be lacking in admirers.)

LaPresse of course only publishes these things, does not necessarily publicly agree with them, but they did have Headlines such as: "The End, Live" "Exhibitionist or Good Example?" And also there seem to be quite a few people actually blaming the Pope for dying publically, it's a disgrace, it's something private, he should have hidden, (except had he done that, someone DID note, then everyone would have ganged up on him for his secrecy, you just can't win.) But HELLO people!!! Did the Pope INVITE the media there or did they invite themselves? I am pretty sure they invited themsleves!!! What a bunch of cry-babies, if they can't handle death then they should just turn their TV sets off for a couple of days, it could only do them good. This is why I DON'T WANT TO LIVE HERE ANYMORE!!!! (And I'm not moving to France either) And on top of it all, I have to live with my DH's comments too...

Guaranis on the warpath :)

Jean-Alexandre and Dominic in December 2002 Posted by Hello

IL y en a qui font dur...
Ce message traite le pape de tueur en série.

Aussi, dans La Presse de Montréal le samedi on pouvait lire ceci dans le forum:

"Si triste soit la disparition de ce pape (pour tous ceux qui l'aiment et je ne fais pas partie de ce groupe), le fait est que le malheureux aurait dû prendre sa retraite et cultiver ses roses dans le jardin du Vatican depuis des années au lieu de donner au monde ce spectacle tragique et cruel. Mais l'ambition et un désir maladif de pouvoir ont fait qu'il a voulu continuer de se tenir sur une scène qui n'était plus faite pour lui. Il sera sans aucun doute beaucoup mieux au paradis, dans son pardis... non loin d'Hollywood. Là-haut il pourra poursuivre son spectacle. Et ses admirateurs ne manqueront pas."

Je ne veux PLUS vivre au Québec, (et je n'irais pas en France non plus)

En plus il y en avait plusieurs qui blâmait le pape parce qu'il souffrait à la télé au lieu de faire ça en privé. BEU HEU! Arrêtez donc de brailler, premièrement ce n'est pas comme si le pape avait INVITÉ tout le monde à venir!! Ils se sont invitées eux même, puis si vous n'aimez pas voir ça, fermez donc vos télés, cela ne peut que vous faire du bien.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

The passing of Pope John Paul II

I don't really have much to say right now... I just wanted to signal it on my blog. Feeling a loss spiritually, it just seems weird to think that he is no longer there for us. But he is still praying for us in Heaven I know.

Good bye Karol Wojtyla, the people's pope. As we say in French,... "Ce n'est qu'un au revoir..."

Friday, April 01, 2005

It's 12:43 am and I can't sleep...

Went to bed just before 10:00, and I think I did manage to dose off, except I woke up and Now I can't sleep plus Dh was snoring beside me, so I got up to have a drink, (he he) and distract myself on the computer here...

I will be heading off to bed again shortly...

Maryssa's birthday was on the 30th, and this Saturday we are having a party for her. I am doing a Dora the explorer party, and I want to send them off on an adventure à la Dora, so I will have to try to invent some kind of story for them... like finding the pinata or something... Actually, Dora la exploradora has a new friend, (one I invented especially for the party), her name is Marisa la investigadora... The pinata this time is in the shape of a hot-air balloon.

Some people just have too much imagination and too much time to waste... no, wait a minute, I have no time to waste, I just waste it doing things that aren't necessary instead of things that are... bad me...

I just haven't grown up... maybe I never will? I am an eternal child...