So I decided to come up with this game for the end of the year...

Send me an email - alloneword at shaw dot ca with your answers. First 2 people with the most correct answers will win a prize - a real prize, not a virtual prize. No cheating - I'll know.

Name the movie - name the movies that the following quotes came from:

1 - "They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they've all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?" "

2 - "I'm Henry the 8th I am. Henry the 8th I am I am. I got married to the widow next door. She's been married seven times before."

3 - "When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke."

4 - "This'll be fun. We'll stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning... I'm making waffles."

5 - "No matter what they say, it's all about money. So let's imagine, ladies, that you're a savings and loan officer. Watch - one, two, three; see, you've got it all, and we've got nothing. You've got all four, take a look."

6 - "Welcome to America's weirdest home videos."

7 - "I always knew I was never going to be a professional bull fighter, but that's not why I did it."

8 - "God bless the Internet."

9 - "No diet works. The only way to lose weight in the thighs is amputation."

10 - "You are a sad strange little wagon, and you have my pity! Farewell!"

11 - "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. No wait, I already did that and you came in second best."

12 - "I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Song lyrics - name of the song and artist.

1 - "Just let the moment take your heart away."

2 - "Lookin for a reason, searchin for a sign, reachin out with both hands."

3 - "I've been cheated by you since I don't know when."

4 - "I wanna see sweat coming out your pores."

5 - "Nothing to win and nothing left to lose."

6 - "Jesus loves you more than you will ever know."

7 - "Months went by with us pretending."

8 - "How do you block the sound of a voice you'd know anywhere?"

9 - "I've been battered but I never bruise."

10 - "Making love to you was never second best."

11 - "Her ego wrote cheques incredibly fast but her personality didn't have the cash."

12 - "It feels so good, swimming in your stomach."

Mkay, there ya go... 24 little quotes... see what you can do. Comment answers won't be accepted so remember to use the email listed above.
Good luck. Deadline for entries is 0001 MST Monday January 8th.

It finally cut thru. Its been a looooong 6 months waiting for it, but it finally cut thru tonight.

On Dec 16, I went out with Lori and gambled and won $1312 (we split, so my share, $656) and was able to spoil my family for Christmas. Tonight, we went out again and I won $1056 (again split). I think my winning streak has to be over...unless of course someone wants to give me the $32,000,000 from the Super 7 on Friday.

Holy crap, Christmas exploded here. Everyone got spoilt alot. The girls got clothes and pjs and books and toys.

I got clothes, perfume, a Homedics back massager, a BlueTooth thumbdrop, new pots and new bakeware...I got the book I wanted.. U2 by U2 ... and... concert tickets.

I have 10th row floor seats for the Barenaked Ladies. wheeeeeeeeeeee.

I won some money in mid December and I was able to spoil the girls and my family more than I would normally... there are toys and games and lots n lots of clothes. And believe it or not, I only have to exchange 1 thing for Rachel - everything else fit everyone.

Some pictures will follow, I just can't be arsed to find the USB cable again (damn techno thieves) and sort it all out. I need to go boxing day shopping!

My internet friend, Liz McCarthy and her little bundle of joy, Miss Kaitlyn are in desperate need of some help.

Miss K has some ..ok alot.. of feeding issues and seems to do ok on breastmilk. However, their supply is dwindling. They are looking for donated breastmilk from anyone who is drug & alcohol free & in good health, and willing to donate (Liz is more than happy to pay shipping).

Please if you can help, or know someone that can, please direct them to http://lizmccarthy.blogspot.com and they can either leave a comment or follow Liz's directions about contacting her by email.

Its freakin insane around here. I wish I had more time... thats what I get for procrastinating isn't it?

Anyways, baking up a storm and we're no where near ready... but.. bring it on.

I've nothing exciting or new to report.

Far Away


I forgive you for being away for far too long...

I have a few Christmas wishes...

The first.. the magic cleaning fairy to show up at my house... granted, I've never lived in immaculate but I need some help here.. I get started on something and Presleigh either wakes up, needs attention in some form or another, or I just want to take 5 for myself and when I get going again, something else crops up.

The second.. people to mind their own. I didn't ask for the opinion, I didn't ask for the interference, so therefore, no need to worry, it has been taken care of.

The third.. my blood pressure to settle down. I've been put on Altace, 2x5mg/day. If I take all 10 mg at once (which is what I'm directed to do), I end up feeling like I'm having an allergic reaction (same feeling I get with aspirin which I'm alergic to). If I take one 5mg in the morning, all good, no reaction. If I take it at night... I'm up allll night. I tried splitting the dose up, but I feel queasy if I still have the first in my system. But I can feel my blood pressure being high and I need this sorted out... guess I'll be taking a trip to see Dr W this week. I've been trying all different times of the day, with food, without food, with milk, with water... no glory on any of it.

The fourth.. for the CCRA to find their brains out of their asses. I don't understand why they just can't find other people to pick on.

And last but not least, when the cleaning fairy is done, can she put up my Christmas tree please? Thanks.

That is all...

When you look at the time stamp on this post, you'll maybe understand the title a little better.

My sister arrived on Tuesday from Ottawa to help my mom out with my dad who just had triple bypass surgery a week ago Tuesday. As I've mentioned previously, her book is out and selling. So tonight, she got to spend some time with the girls and we did our Christmas gift exchange to save on postage on everyone's part...and I got my copy of the book (as well as a beautiful painting!).

What happens is the same thing that happened two nights ago with a different book.... can't stop reading. And in this case, keep crying. Mind you, I've read the majority of the book previously (prior to the editors getting ahold of it and some things having been changed), I still had to read it again... and cry again.

I miss my Granny. I miss the fact that her amazingly simple telephone number is no longer hers and for some silly reason I was listed as power of attorney with Bell Canada and only *I* could cancel it (that was one of the more difficult calls I had to make in June), I miss the blowing of kisses, I miss her because even up until last March that she still could lip read "I love you", I miss her because of almond crescent cookies and chocolate 'turds' that won't be the same even with her receipe. I miss the tree that isn't hers anymore that had branches that could take your eye out even with glasses on. I miss being able to say "At the corner of Woodroffe and Iris, 3rd house in on the left with the huge tree." when giving directions to find me when I'm without a rental car...I miss the thousand tulip magnets on her fridge (thankfully I rescued some and they are on my fridge now and just now realized they were for Sudbury's Communities in Bloom festival when I thought they were for something CBC did...I've only seen those magnets for the past 20 yrs and never noticed...) I miss being able to buy the magnificant roosters that I find knowing they aren't going to a good home.
I miss driving in circles looking at the same Christmas lights over and over again but its like we saw the entire city and listening to the little-girl-like screeching of how wonderful they are but don't forget to stop for ice cream and she's buying and nevermind that its Dec 20th and minus 18 C.
I miss getting 'lost' and then getting truly lost and ending up at the airport on the otherside of the city when you started out in the west end.
One of my first memories of Granny is going into the Gatineau Hills in early spring for the maple syrup run and making taffy on the snow with the hot syrup. And going on a cruise on the Rideau Canal in my new red FAME jeans and posing with a 'Beefeater' on Parliament Hill.

Dee writes about finding out some history about Granny like her mother's name and the like. I took Granny for a drive and we went for supper and I asked her about her mother once... she gave me the same answer she'd given Dee for years. "I don't know, Mother I guess". I asked her about her wedding to Sandy.. she wore red.

In some ways, I am jealous of the things that Dee was able to share with Granny... but in others, exceptionally grateful not to have had the mountain that Dee had to climb.

When I wrote the following, I had been hoping to have it added to Dee's book as a foreword, however we were too late for the publishers... so I will include it here...

"For as long as I can remember, Granny had been deaf. When we were small, there was some slight hearing but as the years progressed, she relied heavily on her lip reading skills and her TTY to communicate with the world. As she got older, her house had some thingamajigs that my father had concocted to make her world easier – a flashing blue light over the fireplace mantle for the telephone, permanent CC on her tv, and various other gadgets that made it possible for Granny to still function at home without assistance.

Oct 20, 2004, just before 8am MST…

The persistent ring of the telephone has jarred me awake. ‘This had better be good.’ I mutter. I worked until 1am, anyone who calls before the clock strikes twelve better have a good reason.
“I listen to Jack.” I sleepily answer. I’m positive one day they will call and I will get my thousand dollars.
“May I speak to Kristin please?” this very professional monotone voice asks.
“Speaking” I mumble.
“Kristin, this is Joan with CCAC in Ottawa with regards to your grandmother, Lenore.” she says.
OK, I am awake now and sit upright in bed. If they’re calling me, they can’t find Dee and something bad has happened.
“Yes?” I manage to get out.
“Penny, the Paramed worker, arrived at your grandmother’s this morning and found the door locked and unable to get Lenore to the door which I understand is highly unusual. Irene is not home and unable to open the door for her as well.”
“Are the curtains still drawn?” I ask tentatively. If Granny is up, the curtains are open wide so she can view Iris St and all its comings and goings and watch Chance take wild chances crossing Iris bounding after a squirrel.
“As far as I am aware, they are. We have been unable to reach Heather and you’re next on the list.”
“Ok, let me deal with this, where can I reach you?”
She gives me her number and I fall into panic mode. I’m 2500 miles away and if Dee is unavailable, that leaves my father. He is completely incapable of dealing with this, but he is my next option. After calling my mother in freak-out mode and crying my eyes out, I call Dad. No answer, but I leave a message.
I try Granny’s a couple of times more out of hope than expecting an answer and make the decision about 30 minutes later to send the police.
I call their dispatch centre and give all the pertinent details and advise them the best window to go in so as to not crash into furniture or antiques as the front door is double dead bolted and there isn’t a hope in Christmas they’re going to get in that.
And then I wait… and wait.
My father finally returns my call and I advise him of what I’ve done and he starts calling every 5 minutes to Granny’s.

The Ottawa Police call me back.
“Hi Kristin, it’s Officer So-and-So from Ottawa PD, and we’re at your grandmother’s. The officers don’t want to scare her and break in, but we see something and they’re afraid to scare her.”
“What do they see?” I ask.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean? Do they see her? Do they see a light flashing? What?”
“I don’t know. But the officers don’t want to scare her.”
So here is my brain about to implode. You don’t know what you see, but you don’t want to scare her, so do you see her? A flashing light? What?
I suggest that they write POLICE OPEN THE DOOR in the biggest letters possible and she will then come to the door and won’t be scared if it is indeed her they see.
I leave them to do what they need to do and my father calls me again about 15 minutes later.
“I just spoke to an officer in the house. They have called for the ambulance and they’re taking her to the Queensway Carleton.”
“Ok, I will keep trying to get Dee.”


This was the beginning of a slow journey downhill. This story of my Granny is a lot of who she was at the end, and tidbits of the past, but it doesn’t hold all the memories.

My sister did what she felt was the best and necessary and gave Granny her final wish.

My wish is that my sister will find some peace and sanity after 3 years of insanity and that Granny is watching over her and keeping her safe."

And now, since I should be sleeping as I have to get up to do the school bus run, I am going to fall into a drug induced slumber (yay speedy tylenol) and hope that I am coherent to be up in 3 hrs.