We survived!!!

We survived our 9-hour drive to Kapuskasing, a.k.a. Kap(this always makes me laugh)! Kapuswhat you ask? Its where Rob was born and where my in-laws still live. Its a small town faaaaar away in the Northern Ontario bush. We hadn't been in 3 years so we were due for a visit. The drive is pure hell but well worth it because I really like my in-laws - no, I'm not just saying that. They are really awesome!

It all started this morning at 7:30am (a little later than we had planned, but whatever...) when I dragged my ass out of bed and went into the shower. We finished packing our stuff and were "on the road again" as Wayne Rodstad would sing, at 8:30am. As some of you might already know, Rob and I are VERY gay organized and we like our "little routines". Every time we go to Kap (tee hee!) our first stop is Tim's. Second stop, McDonald's for some incredibly delicious McGriddles. Did ya' all know that they contain more fat than a Big Mac? Crazy shit!

With our tummies full, we were off! Only 9 hours to go...

Hour One:

• we drove into Arnprior
• we listened to Ben Harper
• we almost thru Devil Dog out the window
• I was just starting to wake-up
• Rob started to get a little annoyed by other drivers, but obeying the speed limit

Hour Two:

• we drove into Deep River
• we listened to Dave Matthews
• we did not throw Devil Dog out of the window
• I finished 3 crossword puzzles
• Rob's annoyance towards other drivers started to grow a little stronger thus, driving a little over the speed limit

Hour Three:

• we drove into NorthBay
• we listened to Michelle Branch
• Devil Dog was in the backseat doing squats (getting up - laying down, getting up - laying down...)
• I finished 2 more crosswords
• Rob wanted to kill everyone, gave the finger twice, and was driving WELL over the speed limit

Hour Four:

• we drove into Cobalt (population: 2)
• we listened to Kathleen Edwards
• Devil Dog was still in the backseat, still doing squats ( her legs are so strong!)
• My pen ran out of ink, no more crosswords. I was a little upset.
• Rob was told to calm the F down

Hour Five:

• We drove into New Liskeard
• We listened to Third Eye Blind
• Devil Dog doing her 1000th squat
• At this point I am bored
• Rob is now using cruise control

Hour Six:

• We drove into Matheson
• Who cares at this point!
• Devil Dog still sqattin' - amazing!
• I am counting houses that have a front door - but no front porch to access the door
• Rob is being told to screw cruise control and GO

Hour Seven:

• We drove into Iroquois Falls
• We tried listening to the radio but can't get a signal. We are DEEP in the bush.
• Devil Dog is sleeping peacefully
• I am counting the houses that look more like a junk yard, literally, with cars jacked up on blocks and the whole nine yards.
• Rob is being prudent as we start seeing cop cars (yes, they have some too!)

Hour Eight:

• We drove into Cochrane
• Still trying to find a signal...
• Devil Dog amazingly resumes her squats. I'm sure she could be in the Guinness Book of Records!
• I am counting the minutes until we get to Kap
• Rob is too, so his speed goes up a little.

Hour Nine:

• We drove into Moonbeam (yes, Moonbeam) 15 minutes from Kap
• We find a signal, Pavarotti it is!
• Devil Dog still going strong
• I am amazed that some houses are actually being lived in, truly amazed...
• Rob is speeding a little more

9 hours and 28 minutes later, we arrive in Kap! FINALLY!!!!

We were greated by Rob's parents' and we then headed into the dining room for a huge turkey feast!!!

Lesson learned: the bush is a TOTALLY different world

Well I'm off to bed, turkey and a 9-hour drive will do this to you.

Double D - out

Téa turns 3!!!

No not Téa Leone, but Téa my niece! Today she celebrates her 3 month birthday - Happy Birthday Téa!!! She was born on January 10th and was cute as a button(still is!). She's grown a lot since and is the cutest and pudgiest baby ever!!

Rob and I visited her last Sunday and I took A LOT of pictures (I will be remembered as 'the' aunt that every kid thinks is annoying). Anyway, I thought I'd share a few.

Isn't she cute!!!! I almost left with her in my arms that day, promising her parents that I would return her soon (or whenever she would start to cry uncontrolably) but they understandably refused...

Hopefully Rob's brother and his wife will let uncle Rob and crazy-picture-taking aunt Dal babysit Téa soon though because we would love to have her all to ourselves ;-) She would get so much love and attention (even more than Devil Dog does) plus it would be practice for Rob and I, as we will eventually be parents too. Not that I consider Téa as a practice baby but you know what I mean! So cross your fingers that we will get to babysit before we leave for our trip!

Crazy auntie Double D - out

Easy reading for a Friday afternoon...

I got this idea from my blogging mentor Danigirl. She posts them on her blog once in a while and I always found them fun. Since I am obsessed with pizza and could eat E-V-E-R-Y day for the rest of my life, I logically chose the What's your pizza personality quiz. Here are my results:

Cheese Pizza

Traditional and comforting. You focus on living a quality life. You're not easily impressed with novelty. Yet, you easily impress others.

What's Your Pizza Personality?

Colonel Mustard - with the candlestick - in the Conservatory

Last night was Clue night with my sister Martine and my friend Catherine. The 3 of us have been having these little drink fests soirées for a couple of years now and they always turn out to be lots of fun!

This is how last night's Clue night unraveled...

Catherine (Mrs.Scarlett) picks me (Mr. Green) up around dinner time. When we get to Martine's (Mrs. White) we already have Caesars waiting for us - on a side note, we had a little too many last night...

Anyways, we usually order out either from Gabriel's Pizza or from St-Hubert. And last night's award goes to...St-Hubert! (FYI- Mrs. White and Mrs.Scarlett had the chicken fingers and Mr. Green had the club sandwich). So we devoured our dinner while chatting and laughing away, all anxious to start "THE" game. After eating our dinner and Mrs. Scarlet's delicious dessert, it was time! We whipped out the board game, placed our little 'pitons' in their appropriate spot, put the 3 secret cards in the envelope, and we were off! GAME ON! (wow, I really sound like a loser don't I?)

The game usually starts off quite smoothly. We ask so and so if she has this or that, but as the game progressed so did our competitive edge (well maybe just mine)! Anywho, who cares, the point is that as we drank more Caesars, our attention span and memory diminished quite considerably. No one remembered who asked what to whom. It was a bloody mess!

Mrs. White constantly accused me of cheating - but we all know she is just jealous that I have a raw talent for Clue - and made all the figurines hump each other, and if I remember correctly, the lead pipe was somewhat involved in these despicable acts. Mrs. Scarlet kept writing notes on her little paper EVERY time someone would answer someone else's questions, and she would purposely avoid going into rooms that she already had. Making it waaaaay obvious when she would ignore the room that was 2 spaces away and would instead, roll the dice and land in no man's land - NO where close to a room. Not too slick!! Only a Clue pro such as me noticed this though...

So as these events went on, all I could do was laugh, laugh because they had NO idea. No clue(no pun intended) that I was playing their little game all along, and then WHA BAM! Out of the blue I guessed who killed who, where, and with what weapon. Didn't see THAT coming did you ladies?

So, who dares to challenge me at the next Clue night?

Mr.Green, Clue Champion - out

I'm slammin' Body Jammin' !

Well I tried the new Body Jam class at Goodlife and it's safe to say that it was the first and last time. Let me explain...

The class started at 6:30 (but I know from experience that if you want a good spot you have to be -at the door- 30 minutes in advance) so my sister Martine and I were there for 6:00. Literaly 1 minute later, half the women in Orléans were at the door too! Anyways, we elbowed our way in the class and found a spot in the back.

After talking for EVER, the instructor finally turned the music on and started busting some moves. Martine and I were laughing of course because we felt like losers! For those of you who don't already know this, I can't dance worth crap, so the idea of me actually attempting to do this is pretty hilarious! Especially when we were mostly surrounded by teeny boppers (that were in the front of the class - where all the 'cool' people hang out of course) giggling and shaking their perfect little butts all over the place. But we didn't let those gluts discourage us, we started Body Jamming. Well because were in the back (not one 'cool' person was to be found) we couldn't actually see the instrutor, making it a little hard to follow. Combine two gals who can't dance, firm little butts, and no instructor, and you've got yourself two frustrated sisters. So 2 minutes in we left. Bye bye Body Jam!

It's too bad that my experience was far from memorable because I was really looking forward to trying it out. I guess I'll stick to my usual classes because evidently, Body Jam is not a class for me!

Double D - out