Thursday, March 17, 2011

Please let this be the last time we can build a snowman... pretty please!

As you may have guessed I am getting pretty sick of winter... well come on, isn't everyone?! (Well except maybe my ski bum brother-in-law ;)
But that said, it was fun to build a snowman... considering we've had feet upon feet of snow this winter but no warm weather making the conditions right for rolling all that damn snow!
So we finally got to build a snowman.
And once the nose was in place, something Shayla was very excited about, the first thing she did was hug him!


Which of course lead to kissing!


She wouldn't actually pose with the snowman... but I managed to click one as she was walking away.


Well, Shayla and I are heading to BC for a couple of weeks... so my frequent posting might stop for awhile. Although I am going to try really hard to at least post once while I'm away! Really... I am!

But if not... ;) see you when I get back in April!

P.S. Mother Nature: The snow had better be gone!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Cousin love!

Clayton and I became Uncle and Auntie when Riley, our Hodgson side nephew, was born. A few years after that his sister, Zoe came along. We loved being Aunt and Uncle and the kids loved playing with us and playing with each other. It was always quite a peaceful experience hanging out with our Hodgson nephew and niece. An experience filled with hugs and kisses, please and thank yous, yes Mom, here Zoe you can play with this if you want. We thought... this seems like a piece of cake!

And then Megan, our first Gooch side niece, came along. All was good... maybe not altogether peaceful... but good. Then Shayla stepped in and rocked her world. Gooch side get togethers are more of a run for cover kind of event. There is teasing and taunting, pushing and pinching, screaming and crying and a constant whine in the air at all times! No longer was I thinking anything close to a piece of cake! More like a piece of brick that someones keeps relentlessly hitting you over the head with and at the same time shouting directly into your ear, MINE! MINE! NO! AHHHHH!

But sometimes, in the madness, there are brief moments that give me hope... yes they are reading together, side by side on the couch and NOT kicking each other... but there is something even more wonderful about this picture... they are holding hands!


I had to zoom in just to be sure!


Gooch cousin love... sometimes it even looks a little like love!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

And a year later...

... wait, that was only like an hour and the color of the writing is changed!!!
Wow I am just amazing today! Thanks to Shayla and her long nap!!!

What did I do?!!!

So I finally sat down and tried a few things on blogger...
and amazingly that change your template option was super easy. Like so easy you just select and its done for you!

You see I am really a 90 year old women trapped in a 20 something year old body (may as well say that well I still can!!!). I was all like... I don't think I should mess with my template... what if everything is erased... what if I don't like it and I can't change it back... etc! Yup 29 going on 92!!!

Anyhow, this is all I've figured for today. Maybe one year I'll try and use Photoshop to make a nice heading picture... so you can actually read the writing. Changing the template was easy... changing the color of the writing; not so easy!

Monday, March 7, 2011

The cute little bunny story!

Oh how misleading that sentence really is!

But here is a cute picture of Megan with her new bunny...


And Grayson because he's so cute too! (So is the bunny... which actually makes the following story even more hard to swallow... ;) Evil I know!)


Prologue:

So, as you already seen, Megan finally got a pet. Her Dad is allergic to cats and her Mom didn’t want an inside dog. So they got her a bunny! I've seen through pictures that it’s cute and a dwarf, so it will always be little and cute. Well as long as it’s possibly short little life anyhow… Mommy! Mommy! Watch… my bunny can jump! As bunny goes flying through the air! Apparently a 3 year and a little bunny need constant supervision when together. Similar to the constant supervision needed when Megan and Shayla are together! ;)

Although dying from being over loved might be a better demise then one I remember from childhood. A memory Clayton mentioned on Facebook… thank you very much Clayton… now every animal lover on all Gooch children ‘friends lists’ have us black listed!

That being said, I am now going to tell the story here! Because A: either you are related and already know the story or B: you come from a farm family and won’t judge us too harshly! Plus it’s 12:30am and I was lying in bed playing it over and over in my head until finally I decided to get up and write the damn thing down so hopefully I can be rid and it and get to sleep!!!

And the tale goes something like this...

Growing up on a farm we always had pets… you know the bum calf that needed to be bottle fed, the stray cats that wandered into the barn and stuck around for the saucer of milk, the good old farm yard dog who was never allowed in the house.

Of course unlike the typical family pet… that is pampered, attended to with high priced vet bills that leads to a long life which ends in being cremated or buried at the family plot… the steer calf was raised up good for a few years… until the deep freeze was bare, the cats multiplied until one day the coyotes went on a killing rampage… it must have been the coyotes ‘cause we heard Dad out at the barn firing off a round of shots to no doubt scare them off, and that good old family dog… all I can say is I am so thankful he died in his sleep.

But I digress…
So our pets weren’t the typical child’s pet. Until we each got a bunny. It was our complete responsibility. We were in complete control of all rabbit duties; feeding, watering, cleaning, exercising, etc. And I tell you, rabbits poop more then they multiply!

We really enjoyed the rabbits; building make shift fences in the yard and then dashing after them when they escaped, enjoying all male rabbits reproduce and getting to cuddle cute little bunnies time and time again. Mom and Dad always found the baby bunnies good homes. Hypnotizing them by laying them on their backs, covering their eyes and rubbing their bellies was one of our favourite tricks.

But eventually… I am going to guess it was years, but time does seem SO LONG when you are little, I could be wrong… the bunny allure wore off. Feeding the bunnies became way more like work then play and giving them their much appreciated outside time to run around had lost its appeal long ago. Cleaning out the bunny hut was the least favourite task, those things can poop! And I am sure after the ‘one millionth time’ Mom had to nag us to tend to the rabbits, it was decided that it was time for the bunnies to go.

And, I am sorry to say, us kids weren’t even all that sad about it.

That is until one night as we were chewing on a lovely chicken dinner, Dad, with a smile on his face, looks up from the meal and says, ‘Didn’t anyone find it weird that the chicken had 4 drumsticks?’

Mom cuts in, ‘Jamie HUSH!’

Us 4 kids are all like huh? What is he talking about… not that we were extra dumb or anything, you just don’t even have THAT thought in your mind.

‘The chicken… 4 drumsticks… chickens only have 2 legs…’

‘JAMIE!’

And then it sinks in to all of us at the same time. Forks are flung down and not another morsel of food is touched… I think Corrine possibly shed a tear… she did have the white rabbit which she named ‘Love’ after all!

And our thoughtful Mother, thoughtful in the sense that she would feed us the rabbit but prefer not tell us about it, then proceeds to say…

‘Nice work DEAR! You could have at least waited until they were finished eating!’



Megan here’s to hoping your Mother grew up into a slightly different breed then Farm Grampa and Farm Gramma!

I think I may NOT have grown much different from that strain ‘cause looking back now I find this story quite humorous.

And this is why Clayton will never let Shayla get a bunny! ;)

P.S. Three posts within a week... I'm on a roll! What the hell is going on!!! :)

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Corrine... The new focus of this here little blog!

Heads Up: This story turned out to be extremely long... but extremely worth the read... if you like hearing about other people misfortunes as much as I like writing about them! Oh also if you don’t mind hearing about pooh related topics… almost forgot to mention this as pooh is a common dinner table conversation in my mind; something Clayton really does not appreciate!!! ;)

I told you I had a story about Corrine and Indian food so I thought I had better keep my word and tell it. Now, do keep in mind, it was a few years ago, so some of the facts might be a little blurred. Such as, it may not have been Indian food... but some type of food that is NOT an unseasoned chicken breast and plain rice.
(Although any mention of shit cramps is totally true and factual... I'm not one to forget the actualities surrounding such an event as shit cramps! ;)

So it was our cousin, Allise's stagette and Corrine and I had joined her and her friends in Kelowna for Indian food and then a night out on the town. You know how stagettes go!
Well as soon as Corrine had found out the type of restaurant we were eating at she was not looking forward to it. She was all, 'maybe I should eat ahead of time.' I, of course, was all, ‘seriously just order something mild, you'll be fine’.
As it turns out, shockingly, I was wrong!

Everyone had placed their orders and we were waiting on Corrine, who was basically going through each item on the menu with the server to find out which one she might be able to handle. Once decided she gave a detailed list of changes to make the meal more edible for her. Which I'm sure the server smiled and nodded and wrote none of it down. As it turns out Corrine's idea of spicy and someone who works at an Indian Food restaurant idea of spicy are not even close to being the same. Who would have guessed?! :)

So our meals arrived while everyone was chatting and having a good time. I was really enjoying myself and then I looked over at Corrine, who had only taken a few bites of her food. She looked pale.

She leaned over and whispered, 'I can't eat this.'

'Oh come on, it can't be that hot,' I said as I tried a bite off her plate. It tasted fine to me.

'Well it's too hot for me, you should eat some of it.'

'Ah, I have my own plate of food and I'm already getting full.'

'Oh come Kimberly, you eat way more than the average person, you'll be fine.'

'FINE.' I whispered in an annoyed voice.

Nearing the end of the meal, I was feeling rather stuffed and Corrine had gone from pale to sweating profusely. 'Is it hot in here? It is SO hot in here. I need some air. I'm going outside.' She painfully barked into my ear and then sweetly said to everyone else. 'I'm just stepping outside for a bit of fresh air.'

The meal was done and everyone was chatting and finishing their drinks and Corrine still hadn't come back in. It was decided which pub we were all heading to, except for the girls who were heading home from the restaurant. Wondering what had become of Corrine, I told Allise that Corrine and I would just meet them over at the pub.

As I reached the parking lot I was getting a little concerned because I didn't see Corrine sitting in our car. Where could she be? But as I got closer I saw her lying with the passenger seat way back, pants undone and it was obvious she was moaning.

I opened the door and slid in, 'Are you OK?'

'NOOOOO! Thank God you're here. I almost didn't make it to the car. I... I... have the worst cramps. I... I... had to stop on that curb over there and people were looking at me. I wanted to go get you but then I didn't really want to go back in there like this. HOW COME YOU DIDN'T COME CHECK ON ME?'

'I don't know... it didn't feel that long I guess.' (Note: It turns out I am NOT a very empathetic person... or so I have deduced over the years. I am hoping Motherhood will change this!)

'It felt long to me! Weren't you even concerned?!'

'Well, I don't know... I thought... I don't know... I'm sorry.'

'I think I need to go to the hospital.'

Of course it seemed funny to me that she thought it was that bad. But then again I wasn't feeling her pain. And that's when it hit me.

Shit cramps!
(Now if you want to keep your mind free of my bowel experiences you might want to skip over this next part... just a friendly little heads up!)

I don't have the, let’s say, most regular bowel and sometimes I get the worst shit cramps. But every time when the cramps start I spend 10 or 20 minutes thinking I am going to die and proceed to divide up my most valuable possession between the people I love. I then contemplate calling Clayton to take me to the hospital to die. But thankfully before I make the call I always get the weird churning in my gut and my mind goes... oh wait... really... shit cramps? Just damn shit cramps again! So I'm not going to die, I just need to use the flippin’ bathroom!
Seriously. This is what happens every time.

Once, when Shayla was almost a year old, I got them while Clayton was home. As I was squirming and moaning on the couch, he was like, really, you think you'd be a little more able to handle this... you did give birth to a baby and I thought that was the hardest thing you every did?
And I was all like... oh my God! I'm going into early labour... quick get me to the hospital!
And Clayton was all like... YOU'RE NOT EVEN PREGNANT!
And then I was all... SHUT UP HOW DO YOU KNOW? HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF TLC’S I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS PREG... Ooo… Oh wait... yup... you're right... will you just excuse me for a moment while I use the bathroom.

Anyhow, back to Corrine, in the car, in a parking lot in Kelowna...

'Take me to the hospital... do something!'

'Maybe it's just shit cramps?'

'What are you on? What is a shit cramp?! And whatever that is... THIS is not it!'

Finding it hard to believe that she's never experienced a shit cramp before... some people are SO lucky... I go on to explain about my random cramping problem where I think I'm going to die.

'Really, shit cramps hurt this bad? I don't think so! I just don't think so.'

'Well maybe it’s something else. How about we phone Clayton and see what he recommends for indigestion or stomach pain... he'll know what you should take.'

'Fine and then we need to go home.''

'What, we can't go home! We have to go to the pub. Some of the people just left from the restaurant... it's Allise's stagette, I don't wanna miss it... we have to at least go to the pub for a bit!'

If looks could kill, I'd be dead.
Then she sighed, being a true party animal at heart, and said, 'Well hurry up and phone Clayton and he better have some suggestion to fix this. Or I'll be sitting in the car while you go into the pub for a bit.'

So we found the nearest pharmacy and searched the aisles for Clayton's recommendations. We were on the way to the till with Corrine hunching over in pain every few minutes when I stopped and looked at her. 'Seriously, while we're here just try and take a shit, I bet it'll help.'

Corrine, as loud as you can shout and still be whispering, shouted, 'I don't need to shit.'
And then she was doubled over in pain again.

When she regained her composure I shouted, 'GO NOW! Just try at least.' (It was the first time I ever bossed my older sister around... wink wink... it felt good!)

'FINE!' She said as she hobbled off to find the bathroom.

After paying for the items, I wandered over to the bathrooms and waited... and waited. I looked in the deli aisle for a bit and then checked out the decorated cakes. Finally Corrine emerged.

'Well...?' I questioned.
'Never mind, now give me those pills!'

So I guess we'll never know if it was the pills that fixed the problem or if it was indeed just a shit cramp!
But I will tell you that we made it to the pub... and the bar after that! Once a party animal... always a party animal!

Now what other stories can I tell about Corrine... um... let me see! Evil grin! ;)