Friday, August 31, 2007

Making 61 Look Good

makes me happy.

Hey, since we share the same genes, it feels great to know what I can except.

Not too shabby mom, not too shabby at all.

Thanks for letting me cook you dinner on your birthday...hope you're feeling okay today!

Best mom EVER.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Rollin' Up, And Rollin' Home From The EX

makes me happy.

The Canadian National Exhibition breezed into town for the 128th year in a row and Kevyn and I couldn't resist rolling up to the largest Fair in the country.

With strong roots in argiculture and farming, The EX, is still a great place to get up close and personal with a beautiful Bovine...

or to showcase your sexy sheep.

There are also plenty of places to rest and re-hydrate...

and a plethora of pursuits to leave you inflamed and impoverished.

Which leads to the perfect time to cool off on the Ferris Wheel.

Followed by a search for the real reason we came...Deep Fried Shit!

Corn Dogs, Tiny Tom Donuts, Funnel Cakes...

and Hot Waffle Ice Cream Sandwichs.

Like I said in the title...someone please roll me home.

As it was way too smoking hot in Toronto yesterday for me to bust out the video camera, please enjoy this footage from our previous visit to the CNE.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Kevyn Buying Me September's Vogue...Twice

makes me happy.

I have almost every single issue of Vogue from January 2000 on. Yes, I actually HAVE them. They live in our basement and have moved with us about three times. But, the 'whys' and 'hows' of THAT are a whole other blog that I'm sure Kevyn would like to have some input in.

As much as it upsets Kevyn to move around boxes of Vogue, it upsets him even more when I forget to pick up the latest issue.

I think there may have been a fit or two thrown in the grocery store check out line when I realized there was a new issue out and I had missed picking up the previous one.

Well, it only took a couple of fits before Kevyn became a monthly subscriber so I would never miss another issue...until...apparently the mailman decided that September's 2007 EXTRA-EXTRA LARGE! issue of Vogue was simply to large to deliver.

Everyday, for the past three weeks, since I saw Sienna Miller on the cover in the grocery store I've been racing to my mailbox looking for my bible. Nothing.

Again this morning I brought in the mail and mumbled sadly to myself, yet loud enough for Kev to hear, "Still no Vogue."

Then, like magic, I walked through the door this afternoon and saw Sienna's bright red lips smiling back at me!

I love magic.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Friends Who Ask..."How High?"

make me happy.

As I mentioned yesterday, following our early exit from the Softball Championships, we surmised that volleyball may be our real strength and we should get practising RIGHT NOW for next year.

While bumping the ball around, Kev captured this fun photo of me in the air.

"OH, I love it! Let's get all the girls air borne!"

And so I asked them to jump and, as you can see, their wordless response was "How high?"

I come from a "How high?" kind of family. Always magnificently generous with their home, parties, food and time, I was able to see first hand how wonderful it feels to give and share.

What blows my mind is that I was able to attract friends into my life with those very same qualities.

Upon reflection, I now realize, the only appropriate response the next time I'm asked to jump is...

"Is the moon high enough?"

Monday, August 27, 2007

The People On This Team

make me happy.

Last night marked the end of another fantastic season of softball.

And today, I'm already feeling a bit blue that it's over. Of course I love the sport and I love to compete, but even more so...I love the people.

They hike up their pants to show me their luscious legs.

They bend over to show me their bountiful bossoms.

They hold their sweet smiles for my slow shutter.

They throw fits of fury when they don't win Most Improved Player.

And best of all, they make fabulous faces that make me laugh.

Thanks for all the love my friends.

Even though we didn't walk away as the 'Softball Champions of the World,' I do feel grateful that I was able to walk away at all. You see, after our earlier then planned demise we hung around to watch the other games, hit the volleyball around and
play "I Know It's Been 16 Years, But I think I Can..."


Friday, August 24, 2007

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Cash's "Gimme Some Ribs" Face

makes me happy.

Cash has to be one of the most well trained dogs I've ever met. I'm not just saying that because I was the one that trained her, I say it because it's true.

Now, Cash knows not to beg...well, she knows not to beg anyone that doesn't feed her scraps. If you choose to feed her scraps on more then say, ten occasions, then she'll beg from you. Actually, I would call that 'waiting,' as we all know, as well as Cash does, that food will inevitably find it's way from your plate to her mouth, via your hand.

I'm not pointing fingers. You know who you are.

But at the cottage...the rules are different. Even I, will give Cash scraps.

As I never cook red meat at home, this could be the way I ease my personal guilt about eating three cows in five days. Hmmm.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

A Friendly Dive Off

makes me happy.

I've always been of the mindset that, a little competition between lovers is a healthy thing.

So that all you got?!?

'Cause I'm about to take you down!

OH!! The classic... Look-At-Me-Lindy!

But wait! The arch...the form...the reverse entry!

And the head judge says..."Listen you two, just be careful. I hear we havin' RIBS tonight!"

Tuesday, August 21, 2007


make me happy.

Forgetting to bring the 'bar-lime' mix was apparently no matter for a 'Master Bartender' like Kevyn, as he proved when he mixed us up a pitcher of tasty margaritas.

One part - freshly squeezed lime, brown sugar, salt, Cointreau and one part - tequila!

Don't mind if I do!


Monday, August 20, 2007

Having a 'Class Act' for a Father

makes me happy.

In every society, there are "human benchmarks"-certain individuals whose behavior becomes a model for everyone else - shining examples that others admire and emulate. We call these individuals "class acts." Dan Sullivan

I recently read this quote in Jack Canfield's The Success Principles, and the first person that came to mind was my father.

Jack goes on to explain that 'class acts'...

* Live by their own highest standards - check!

* Maintain dignity and grace under pressure - check!

* Increase the quality of every experience - check!

* Take responsibility for all actions and results - check!

* Strengthen the integrity of all situations - check!

* And, Increase the confidence and capabilities of others - check!

So, what I'm saying here is, I'm a pretty lucky girl to grow up with a role model like that. And even luckier that my father continues to learn and grow into a better human being everyday. No doubt he's aware - he's actions speak louder then words.

Okay, blah, blah...I love my dad. Now here's something funny.

While looking for the above photo of my dad and I, I stumbled upon these little gems in the same roll...

Here, I'm sure my father is thinking, "Man that kid takes a lot of photos!?!"

And here, I'm thinking, "Quick, someone do something interesting that I can take photos of, because I'm ALMOST bored of taking photos of myself and the fishing knife.

Thank you Kevyn for stepping up.

And, thank you Sandy, for naturally being funny. "That's a WHA?!?"

Happy Birthday Dad.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Getting My Dock-Dance On

makes me happy.

A large part of our week was spent doing this...

to that.

Now that's living.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Looking Like I'm a Full 'B'

make me happy.

I have small boobs...and that's cool. I actually have a fond appreciation of my small boobs, and I know Kevyn feels the same way. He will rarely go a day without making some sort of complimentary observation about my boobs.

But, every now and then a photo, like the one above, comes along, that catches just the right light and angle. BOOBS!

The other thing I really love about this photo is that I'm on vacation, cottaging in Northern Ontario, one of my most beloved things to do...EVER.

I noticed today, in the gossip rags, that Kate Hudson shares my passion.

Well Kate, move on over, cause I be coming up North! I'm not sure how often I'll be able to find internet access so I may not be posting for a few days. Please come back later in the week to see how it all goes down.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Hair Day

makes me happy.

I am not a professional....I repeat I am NOT a professional. What I am is an artisan, one who is skilled in the art of Kevyn's Hair. I will work with NO other materials!

First, I have my subject blend the potion.

Then, like all fine salons, I offer him up his favourite beverage.

Here, is where the real magic begins. Position, size and depth of colour are all taken into consideration before said potion is applied.

45 minutes later...a shower is required.

Followed by, the cut.

And,Ta Da! The Kevyn Do.

Thank you! Thank you! I'm here all week. Try the veal.

2 hours later...what can I say? A Jays fan is a Jays fan, even on Hair Day.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Swimming, Swissing & Skipping

makes me happy.

You gotta love summer. Someone's always having a pool party, there's always a baseball game to go to, friends are regularly looking to hook up on patios and there are copious numbers of BBQ's grilling up summertime feasts.

But what's a girl's waistline to do? As I'm not looking to suck all the fun out of the Sports of Summer, I try to play in moderation.

And that helps. I often schedule my Sporting Events for the afternoon, which means I'll get home and to bed early, allowing for a producitive next day, still...

a Mill Street Organic Lager has the exact same number of calories if I drink during the day, as it would if I drank it at night.


I swim, swiss and skip. Simple.