Coucoumellisms

I came across this video on YouTube yesterday;  Stuff Catholic Girls say! If I were to make a "Stuff 40 Year-Old Catholic Girls Say" video, it would likely be quite different.  I'm actually rather tempted to try it out.  In the meanwhile, here are a few things 40 year-old Catholic girls might say: "I really want to hug the monks who invented Leffe." "Have you ordered your Mystic Monk coffee yet?" "My kids are all Heathens!" "I've given up looking for a husband.  I think I may just throw in the towel and become a nun." "My kids are heathen slobs who think the whole house is one huge trash can.  Why can they NEVER use a garbage can?" "I wish I had time to pray." "NO you are NOT bringing the light and sound Jedi Master light saber to mass!" "Tommy, stop trying to choke your little brother with the rosary!" "Please pray for me, I think I'm going crazy." ...

Sometimes neutrality is better. Noone gives and noone receives. Sometimes it is better neither to expect anything nor give anything in return. Sometimes it's just less depressing to not to give at all. It can actually be a relief to not have to pretend to not notice that one is the only person not on the receiving end. Sometimes, whether it be the needy friend who only shows up when they need something, or a member of the family who doesn't pitch in, it is better to distance oneself and neither be disappointed, nor trying to pretend not to care. Because sometimes, it is better for one's own personal mental health, not to give oneself reason to be depressed. Sometimes, being on equal ground is much better than either giving or receiving.

1. Why is it that you can take a sleeping 3 year old out of his carseat, put him into the stroller, walk around with him, put him back into his carseat, and back into the stroller again, and back into the carseat, drive home, take him out, bring him in, take off his boots, all without him making a peep. But as soon as you try to lay him down in his bed, he wakes up and resists? Perhaps the answer is to be had in the very sleepy but plaintive voice I heard this morning when I tried putting him to bed. "You will leave me." The child knows, darn it. As long as he is in a carseat or a stroller, I am nearby. Put him in bed, and I will go off to the next room and busy myself there. Even asleep he knows this. ******************** 2. Why does Barbie have hair so thick that if she were alive she wouldn't be able to put two hands around her ponytail, while I am stuck with hair so thin, my pinkie finger can easily wrap itself around the ponytail? Life is NOT fair. *****************...

As I have complained about before, I have a hard time finding clothes that fit me. Pants are often not long enough, although there are more and more 32" inseams out there, 33" are better. My shoulders are wide (like a small man's) so tops often don't fit in the shoulders, under the armpits, and the length is often not long enough either. Also, I am not a skinny girl. I will never be a size 6, that's just not how I am built. The lowest I could go, without becoming anorexic, would probably be a size 10. Errr, that is to say, the old size 10. Not the new size 10 that some stores are coming out with that is closer to a size 12. I also have no curves, so if I go too large in women's sizes, or go into the 14+ stores, the clothes hang on me like potato sacks. If I were to dress on the men's side every time, I would have no problem. I would probably fit men's size small to medium every time, perfectly. Problem is, I DON'T WANT TO DRESS LIKE A GUY! I have n...

... this really won't interest anyone else. Still kind of undecided on the all-purpose sandal. I did narrow it down to the sandals below, which you can see here . But then, someone told me to "Get out of the conservative traditionnal brown... go funky lady" :) So I thought... wouldn't hurt would it? And I came across this among other things : Check out the straps on these things. Kind of makes one want to wrap her legs around her husband's... maybe strap him to the bed... oops... did I just say that? Now how can I buy just one pair of sandals? I'll never be able to forget these ones. Sigh... If only I had money to blow and no conscience to make me feel guilty about it.

In the market for sandals again... this time, thanks to my friend Dani, I have discovered zappos ... now all I have to do is choose. Here are some of my favourites: I want them open enough that they won't be too hot in summer, and I like a heel that isn't too clunky, I prefer not wedge, but I don't like a narrow heel either. I don't like the heel too high, but I do like a heel. I also don't want to spend a fortune, so the ones on the far right, second row aren't an option at over $200.00, unless some kind soul wants to donate money... ha ha. Yeah, I know, really thought-provoking post... But just in case you have a shoe fetish... here they are close up .

... I'm going to get them here: http://canada.zappos.com/ These are the ones I want for Christmas: They're only $143.00 USD, but I'm worth that right? They'd look great with my jeans... Yes, one must dream in life... if they ever go on sale, please let me know...

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I know I have a few pounds to lose, but I'm not really all that overweight. If you look at my face, my shoulders, my arms, my legs... I'm really not overweight at all. But then why do I look like I have the belly of a woman 4-5 months pregnant (depending on whether it's her first or a consecutive pregnancy)? Is this the curse of the mother who has had more than two or three children, to look like she is perpetually pregnant, even when she is not? How does one get one's uterus to go back to it's original resting place, and one's skin to smooth out and lose the deflated balloon look? Oh, I suppose bloating and gas and constipation don't help either. But as long as I am still breastfeeding, there isn't much I can do about any of that. So why is it that I have cut back enormously on deserts and sugar and pop and junk food in the past 6 or 7 years, that I play soccer twice a week, that I go jogging every once in awhile, that I am also active in other wa...

I have always hated shoulder pads, ever since I was a teenager. I finally ripped them out of the dress I was wearing, at which my mother exclaimed "Why did you do that?" But Mom, I already look like a football player!!! With shoulders like mine, I don't need shoulder pads! I don't get why any woman needs to wear shoulder pads. Who invented the things anyway? Some feminist designer who decided that women should look manly? If you have small shoulders and a delicate, feminine shape, why in heck would you want to cover that up with something as ugly as shoulder pads? And if, like me, you already have broad shoulders and a large frame, why on earth would you want to ephasize that for? We're women. We're supposed to be the smaller, prettier, more delicate sex. You know who should be wearing shoulder pads? MEN. But men won't wear anything that isn't comfortable. So women will wear uncomfortable stuff that makes them look more masculine, why ? Just some o...

Just before Easter, I went to check out a sale at Reitmans . All the winter stuff was on 50% of the lowest price, which means I got three or four very nice tops for about $4 each more or less. (Plus one from the new season for about $20). Gabriel and Nicolas were with me. Gabriel had a lot of fun picking out shirts for me to try on. I'd try them on and he'd say: "Oh you look very beautiful!" The one I got for about $20, was the one he liked the best. He insisted on that one. The next day he wanted to go back to the store and find more clothes for me. Today, while Gabriel was in pre-school, I went back for the spring sale. It's getting warm and I'm waking up to the fact that hey, I need lighter clothes in summer! So I wanted to see if they had anything nice for not too much. I found a nice tank top, and went back to the school to pick up Gabriel. When he arrived in the van, he was all upset that I had gone shopping without him! He wanted to come...

A joke I got in an e-mail: You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves. My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking formy thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts. Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro wi...

I'm making my own coffee at home now... caffe moka, caffe latte, espresso... The only thing I don't offer is a paper cup with a rim to roll up to win...

Considering that I am over 30 myself, and that most good things, like whiskey and wine for example, get better with age... Considering that there are all kinds of clothes out there, for all kinds of bodies... Considering that I am still in pretty good shape physically... Considering that good hairdressers and make-up exist... I think I can say I'm a 10 myself. And I'm not being conceited. I think all you 30 something women out there can be 10's too... A 30 something woman is still young, but she's got way more life experience than a 20 something woman. She's more responsible, she knows what she wants, she knows who she is. She's probably more honest, more true to herself... why would a 30 something man even consider anyone else but a 30 something woman? (I say this, but I was 23 when I met my husband who was then 31.)

As I have mentioned before, I am a tall, broad-shouldered woman. I don't have curves. What I do have is long everything, long legs, long arms, long fingers, long toes. If it weren't for the long legs, I'd have an easier time finding a husband who was taller than me. If it weren't for the long toes, I'd have an easier time finding nice shoes that actually fit. The last time I went shoe shopping, I spent the whole day, doing ALL of the stores in St-Jean, and finally ended up in Montreal in the evening, before finding a pair of shoes, size 11, for women, that didn't have huge soles to make my feet look like hummers . They weren't even the nicest pair of shoes I've ever seen, rather basic, boring black. Today, determined to not to go there again, I decided to check out the shoe store at the START of the season, BEFORE I even need shoes, when there is the most chance of there being any shoes in my size, that fit my demands. I went to Naturalizer , fully expec...

As much as I like to sew things, I am not a fan of mending. Oh I don't mind simple mending, especially when it is a seam I can just turn inside out and stich up with the sewing machine. And I will attack even more complicated mending such as replacing broken zippers. I do not mind having to replace a zipper every once in awhile, when a coat has been handed down from a few people. But when the number of zippers I have to replace starts to increase and includes new jackets that I have just bought, that's just a little too much. Why, oh why can't the people who make coats spend the extra 2 or 3 dollars it's going to cost them on a proper zipper that will last the life of the coat instead of opting for the cheap, cheap zippers that conk out half-way throught the season? I DON'T enjoy ripping zippers out and replacing them, do they not GET this? It is so much easier to just sew the zipper on in proper order while still making the coat, than to rip out the zipper afte...

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.

Here's a photo worth a million words. It says a lot about me. Ironically, I will now add some comments, because not everything may be immediately obvious. * I did not want to buy this shirt . It was a sacrifice, for Lent. Because at Lent you are supposed to give up things, and/or make charitable donations. So I gave up money and I donated to Feminists for Life. It's not my fault they sent me this lovely T-Shirt in return. * I am a feminist. Albeit a moderate one. And I am pro-life. And no, this is not an oxymoron. Check it out here . * I am a homemaker. Look at me in the place I spend the most time (besides in front of the computer- ha ha), the kitchen. A messy kitchen by the way, because 1. cleaning is not my number one priority and 2. I always seem to have a bunch of things going on at the same time. * I'm an artist. Check out the pinata in the making behind me. Also, the angle of the shot in this picture (self-posed, in case you couldn't tell, hah!) * I...

See? Even just my face apparently looks more masculine than feminine!!! I tried it with three different photos, and I still look like more guys than girls. http://www.myheritage.com http://www.myheritage.com http://www.myheritage.com

Ce n'était pas assez d'avoir des broches, maintenant, il faut ajouter des elastiques en plus... Vraiment, j'ai hâte d'en avoir fini. J'ai mal aux gencives!!! Mais, je suis contente que je n'ai pas eu ça à l'adolescence. Je crois que j'avais assez de problèmes, je n'avais pas besoin de ça de plus. J'aurais dû prendre une photo avant aussi. Comme ça j'aurai eu l' avant , le pendant , et l' après . Je devrais en avoir fini au mois de mai ou juin. J'espère... Ce serait le fun de ne plus avoir ça pour ma fête. Un beau cadeau de fête non? (14 mai; croisons les doigts.)