Coucoumellisms

I used to think that the fact that having my children spaced out meant that I would be less tired when I had a fourth and fifth baby. I thought having older children to help out would make things easier. When Gabriel was born, only Jean-Alexandre was in school. Dominic was in pre-school, but that hardly counts. I had three children under 5. But I still had more energy and was less tired than I have been with Nicolas. Even with Marc being away for 5 months. Up until a few days ago, I have been telling myself that this is likely because I am getting older and therefore must have less energy. Or something. Of course there is the accumulated fatigue and the endless migraines that I have been having since mid-pregnancy and which in the past week or two have become less frequent, but I still wondered why I am so tired and lacking in will-power and energy this time around. Especially since Dominic at 8, and Jean-Alexandre at 13 are more than old enough to be helping out. I asked the ...

From La Presse Actuel Mode-Beauté I guess to be honest, anything on the runway is scary, but look at this!!! Are we headed back to the eighties? Nooooooo, please, anywhere but there... High-rise pants (I hate the things) and tight tapered legs that make you look like you are wearing tights? Oh please no! In a few years I will no longer be able to find pants with waist-bands below the belly button? And pleated jeans? Ackkk!!! And what the heck is that flapper-girl wearing? A bright orange dress that's cut up and open to her waist so you can see her underwear? As if that weren't bad enough, she's got on fishnet stockings and over top that, knee-high white socks , and then high-heeled fancy shoes? I can see me wearing that to work. And they call this beauty and fashion. Whatever.

Jeanne and Marc

Encore des plaintes sur les musulmanes et le port du hijab dans le forum de LaPresse . Vraiment, vous n'y comprenez rien. Vous n'y voyez qu'un symbol religieux dont elles s'entêtent à porter malgrès tous nos efforts à le leur enlever. Vous êtes écoeurez de voir des symbols religieux, peu importe la religion. Les arbres de Noël s'en vont des places publiques, on fête l'hiver à la place. Vraiment, vous êtes encore plus religieux dans votre intolérence envers les croyants, que les croyants eux-même. Imaginons deux minutes que moi, une femme canadienne d'une trentaine d'années, je m'en vais vivre en Allemagne, où les femmes ont l'habitude de se promener la torse nue dans les parcs et sur la plage. Moi, qui suis Canadienne, et pas habituée à cela, je ne me promenerais peut-être pas la torse nue, même si en même temps, je tolère et accepte le fait que d'autres le fasse. Imaginons maintenant que je m'en vais à la plage vêtu d'un costu...

You’re St. Melito of Sardis! You have a great love of history and liturgy. You’re attached to the traditions of the ancients, yet you recognize that the old world — great as it was — is passing away. You are loyal to the customs of your family, though you do not hesitate to call family members to account for their sins. Find out which Church Father you are at The Way of the Fathers !

J'ai compté un but! J'ai compté un but!!! Après notre match regulier, il n'y avait pas personne qui jouait, alors on nous a proposé de rester et de jouer un peu pour le fun. Alors j'ai dit que je voulais essayer de jouer en attaque, et.... ... j'ai compté un but!!! J'ai déjoué quelqu'un et alors il n'y avait plus personne entre moi et le gardien de but. Puisque je joue toujours en défense et je suis une fille en plus, personne ne s'est forcé spécialement pour moi. J'ai donné un coup de pied, mais le ballon est allé trop loin, le gardien s'en venait le chercher, j'ai couru vite l'attraper avant lui, alors c'est là qu'il a hésité, et a reculé me donnant la chance de pousser le ballon en arrière de lui. Le ballon a rebondi un peu et en même temps, moi je suis tombée presque la face à terre, mais le ballon a dépassé le gardien, et s'en allait lentement vers le but. Personne n'y était pour l'arrêter. Il s'en ...

Found this at Two Sleepy Mommies : The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory! Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Level Score Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Extreme Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) High Level 2 (Lustful) Low Level 3 (Gluttonous) Very Low Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Very Low Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Low Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) Very Low Level 7 (Violent) Low Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Low Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) Very Low Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Day One We start with balloons, for the shape of the head and the body The paste: 1/4 cup of flour to 2 cups of water, brought to a boil and cooled down Strips of newspaper Day Two Putting on the second layer Day Six The pinata goodies (the girls' goodie bags) The official pinata assistant, stuffing the pinata halves Stuffed halves The head is on Day Eight We have the beginning of a nose and chin The arms are added End of Day eight, part of the hair is now on Day Eleven Most of the hair is on, looks like a Klignon! Day Sixteen All of the hair is on and we have added legs Day Eighteen The wings were added, a final layer of paper mache and a coat of gesso (primer) later and we have started to paint the pinata Here we have the finished pinata fairy Day Nineteen - The Birthday Party Nicolas takes a jab at the pinata (with a little help from you know who) It's the official assistant's turn! (AKA Gabriel) The Birthday girl's turn (AKA Maryssa) Dominic really gives the ...