Homeward bound - sticky post

I've got a new home... and you are more than welcome to come visit. I'll still post here, but probably not quite so often. This blog was witness to some of the hardest moments of my life, it's from here that I have come to know some fantastic folks out in the bloggosphere and it would be wrong to just discard it. But I need to make a transition and some important changes in my life and my new blog home is a way for me to start the process. Some difficult moments served as a catalyst for this. But from pain comes growth... Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

in a moment

the world changes for someone... This is NOT the kind of world I want for my child.

exposure...

I'm bored. I'm stuck at home, I'm achy (oh.. good news, my fever broke - I think)... My mind feels fuzzy because I keep walking up at 2 am and then I can't get back to sleep until about 5. I tried reading, since it usually puts me to sleep - but to no avail. Oh... know what the word of the day is? I didn't either until I looked it up on Dictionary.com. Our hot water pressure is low... wonder how I can fix that without calling a plumber and exposing myself to his exposed crack... While on the topic of pressure and being exposed to nastiness, today marks the 29th anniversary of the Three-Mile-Island nuclear accident on Pennsylvania's Susquehanna River... March 28th, 1979. What started out as a mechanical or electrical problem, was compounded by critical instrumentation failure, procedural errors - many caused by gaps in training (especially in proper emergency response) and operator information overload, failures to communicate and finally stopped short of a catastrophe... total meltdown and the subsequent "China Syndrome".. Aha! That's the movie I should watch this weekend! If you like science shows, and reports on technology, and you want to learn about this major hiccup, I strongly encourage you (if you have 45 minutes) to watch this... "Modern Marvels - Inviting Disaster 1, Three Mile Island" (2003) as shown on The History Channel. If you're bored (like me)... and/or curious (like me and my Chicklet)... check this site out. You can also visit the PBS site if you want to get some learning materials for kids. My Chicklet is now 10 (I was 9 and a half when it happened), and they're learning about energy at school, specifically electricity. But, the other day she gave me the skinny on what she thought of nuclear (and she can pronounce it correctly too) energy. That child is too smart for my own good... Oh... the word of the day: hullabaloo \HUL-uh-buh-loo\, noun: A confused noise; uproar; tumult. Three-Mile-Island caused one of those... yup. Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

I'm going to blame the fever...

I've lost my mind and apparently a good portion of my clothing... Here's my entry folks... be kind, I'm a virgin. Do check out the UBER hot Sanni, and the ssssssmokin' Turnbaby... RAWR! If by some chance you're still reading at this point... *giggles* (Jeff.. yoohoo!! down here babe!) I asked myself: Why not do this? I mean, girl, you bare your soul here.. why not show the shell it inhabits?! Many thanks to Osbasso... you rock, babe! Love you all more than my luggage (and even my peeptoes)! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

oh my my my my my my my

This is not the kind of performance that would make a girl get rid of a fever... I didn't catch it last night, I couldn't stay awake. I just now finally saw this... oh my THUD!!! Ok.. so this was Chris Cornell's version.. the one that inspired David Cook. *whimper* (I don't know how much hotness I can take, man, it's hot in here....) Do I have to? The gloved wonderpoop, er, I mean ... The Gloved One himself... Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

fever and zombies

I had a restless night last night... now I've got a fever. Know what movie ALWAYS makes me feel better? SHAUN OF THE DEAD Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! *cough wheeze** I LOVE the scene where they "discover" their first zombie, a chick called Mary and Ed (Shaun's best friend) throws a rock at it... OY! The idea of using Vinyl to decapitate a zombie... Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! **cough-wheeze-fall on floor** You MUST see this movie! Beating up a Zombie in time to Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now"! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! **cough-wheeze-pass out** Love you all more than my luggage Hugs, smooches and gropes!

Lookie what The Mountain Cat gave me!

I have to say, it made my day! I had strange dreams all last night, woke up with a fever... and saw THIS! I only wish there was chicken soup in that bowl... I had fun playing Tuesday's Word Game over at You Just Keep on Believing That. The premise is, the hosts (usually Doc, this week was the dashing Mountain Cat) give you a sentence to finish and a little background story on something absurd going on in Pop culture (like there's any other kind). Join them next week and give it a shot. My fellow commenters came up with doosies of their own and I laughed so hard it sent me into a coughing fit. Thanks again Mountain Cat, you rock! Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

Manic Monday - Eggspect to be dazzled!

OK.. not really dazzled... More like informed. So: Interesting facts about eggs. 1. If you hold an egg in the palm of your hand and then try to squeeze your hand into a fist, you won't crush the egg. (and no... it isn't because I'm a weak girly girl... sheesh!) 2. Eggs don't crush under the weight of a mother bird when she sits on the nest because she hovers.. like when we women folk go to a public restroom. Actually, I was just kidding about the momma bird hovering part - however we women do in effect hover quite nicely. The reason the egg isn't crushed is because of the "design" of the egg. When a force is applied to an egg, the curve of the egg distributes the force over a wide area away from the point of contact. 3. Hens with white feathers and earlobes produce white eggs, and hens with red feathers and earlobes produce brown eggs. Does anyone know what a chicken's earlobe looks like? 4. If you accidentally break an egg on the floor or a counter top, sprinkle it heavily with salt for easy clean-up (in case you try number 1 and it turns out you're a freak of nature or something). OK.. I've shared enough egg facts. I'm off to make French Toast (Pain Doré) and bacon... YUMMO! Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

Happy Easter babies!

I'll make this quick because Shark-dog is eyeing the foil-wrapped chocolate eggs the Easter Squirrel Bunny left and I do NOT want a repeat of this Christmas' "sparkle-poop" incident... Enjoy the day with family, friends or meat (smooch Matt!) Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smoches and gropes!

transition...

It's official.. it's spring! Could someone tell the snow it's time to melt please? Anyway. With Spring comes "transition". I'll be making changes to The Luggage, over the next little bit (you may have noticed I've already started). It felt like it just wasn't me anymore. It still feels cluttered and I feel the need to simplify. But I also needed somewhere to do something slightly different. I needed a safe harbour. so... I'll be posting (when I have time) here too. If you want to join me in this next phase of my life, you are most welcome. Chicklet is looking forward to her Easter egg hunt tomorrow.. and we have been bunny-sitting for the school's rabbit. His name is Roger (yup.. Roger Rabbit!). He's been a stellar house guest so far. Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

remembering...

Today is the anniversary of "Shock and Awe"... but there is something so much more important and uplifting I want to remember today... Happy Birthday Mister Rogers... you are sorely missed. In view of what this day stands for... I thought this was a fitting clip. Thank you Mister Rogers... You've made so many days a special day... just by being who you were. Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

The day after... and stuff

Well, it's the day after St Paddy's and you can bet your shamrocks quite a few people are feeling a wee bit green this morning. I’ve gone through my share of "Day After" mornings... One of the strangest remedies for a hangover I’ve ever heard of (and I am debating as to whether or not I actually want to attempt a scientific albeit non-statistically relevant study of) has to be drinking dill pickle juice. They say it has something to do with the salt and mineral content. Look, I live in Canada... if all that was needed to get over a hangover was a bit of salt, I could just lick the street in winter... It’s just about as appealing. And of course, you know this got me wondering... Does the pickle juice have to come from the really crunchy kind? Isn’t one’s liver already pickled enough at that point? Who discovered this? Have any of you ever tried it? And I can just imagine what your breath must be like after... lovely! The alternative to pickle juice might be spending quite a bit of time with your face near cold ceramic, but it's better than this: I seriously don't know where to begin with this story... Seems a woman spent so much time sitting on her boyfriend's commode (2 years in fact), and her um... "cheeks" actually somehow "fused" to the seat... dudes, read the story here... People are strange... Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

and the snakes were driven out...

"May you be half an hour in heaven before the devil knows you're dead!" Happy St Patrick's Day to the Irish bloggers out there... and to those who wish they were! Have a pint (or two...) and sing a wee bit! And remember... Wear your green lest you get pinched! For my grandmother Mary of Belfast... Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

I haven't been this jazzed ...

about the show that shall not be named since Taylor. But last night.... WOOOOOOOOOOO! This made me grin and shake what my momma gave me... and I needed a pick me up. The Idols sang from the Lennon/McCartney catalogue. Here's the original by the Beatles And here's CHIKEZIE!! I LOVED this!!! Dude, I actually stood up! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Ryan's reaction was so cool! You can tell the band was having fun! And I gotta say, Chikezie's momma rocks! They finaly got the rights to pick from the catalogue and overall it was a really good show! I'll try and catch up with all y'all soon. Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!

It doesn't get easier...

I would have liked my first post after spring break vacation to be fun and silly. My cousin called me with the news that my uncle passed away today from a stroke. He was a jovial, wonderful man.. never afraid to show emotion. He loved music, sweets and his family. He raised three daughters and was a devoted husband for more than 50 years. Every Christmas when I was a kid meant going to Midnight Mass... and this song was always sung. My uncle loved it and sang it with all his might, attempting that high note with gusto... the way he lived life. It's my favourite memory of him. I can still hear him singing. I know Mom was waiting for him. Bon voyage Oncle Marcel... Je t'aime. Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!