Archive for February, 2007

Another Lame-o Lame Rant

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

I am so sick of all the hype of Grey’s Anatomy. It seems like everyone and their dog goes through a near death experience if they should happen to {gasp!} miss an episode. I’m sorry, it looks like every other lame medical drama out there and you would have to pay me a million dollars (or close to it) to sit through an episode. Take that McDreamy what’s-your-name pants. Take that all you deranged fans. That’s right, I said it: Grey’s Anatomy looks lame.

Gosh, I hope none of you know where I live, but if you do, you’ll find me here happily not watching your lame show.


Monday, February 26th, 2007
Tim Horton

Woohooooo! RRRoll up the Rim to Win is back! I love this time of year. As of late Clay has got me hooked on an extra large coffee with half English Toffee cappuccino and triple cream, and now I get the chance to win stuff when I buy it. It’s better than buying a lotto ticket because I actually have a delicious coffee to show for my money instead of a useless piece of paper when I don’t win. I don’t really expect to even win a donut, but the possibility of the Camry Hybrid is there. If I won it I’d sell it and probably buy our much dreamed about Protege 5. But as I said, I don’t expect to even win a donut. Though if I did, I’d probably go with the double chocolate. Ahhhhh, it tastes good to live in Canada.


Saturday, February 24th, 2007

Last night I went to my first concert in I don’t know how long. What was the last show I was at? TFK/Newsboys? If that was it, then that was probably five years ago. Surely I’ve been to something since then (besides Stereotrap shows) but I seriously can’t remember anything. And I don’t even get high at concerts: how can I not remember this?
At any rate, last night was a great way to end the lack of music in my life: Copeland and Switchfoot put on a fantastic show!


Copeland opened the night, and I was not expecting much. I’m used to opening acts being a serious bore, sounding like a poor imitation of whatever style is popular at any given moment in time. You know it’s true: most bands trying to hit it big are just sad souls trying to sound like their favourite bands and failing miserably at it. Not expecting much, having never heard of this band before and seeing how greasy the lead singer’s hair was (though I suppose I shouldn’t fault him for that: it must be hard to shower on the road? hah, I don’t think that’s an excuse), I was incredibly, pleasantly, fantastically surprised. Looking like a Weezer bandmate and sounding like anything but, his voice was shall I say, music to my ears. So smooth, so on key, perfect tone, and his falsetto was out of this world. Anything these guys might have lacked in sweet moves and rediculous, over-the-top stage antics was replaced with true talent. They didn’t need to do anything showy because their sound said it all: these guys are the real deal. On the flip side, their CDs are a little disappointing after seeing them in concert because they seem to lack the energy and bigness of a live show, but I suppose you could say that of anyone.


Switchfoot. What can I say? I’ve been listening to these boys since someone gave me their Legend of Chin album. My goodness, that was released 10 years ago! With Chem 6A as my anthem to survive high school (“I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna study now…” I couldn’t have said it better myself!), I have followed them from the beginning. They lost me for a little bit with the release of Learning to Breathe….I just couldn’t get into anything past the first 3 songs. I think the movie A Walk To Remember turned me off of them a little bit: that show just made them a little too …..Mandy Moore-ish, for lack of a better explanation. Alas, Clay got me listening again, and I’m thrilled. This show was everything I expected a Switchfoot experience to be: fun, fun, fun, fun. Jon is so good at interacting with the crowd. They played nearly every popular song they’ve had from their last 4 albums: my only complaint is that they didn’t play anything from the first two. I digress: Only Hope was played, but is a little too Mandy Moore-ish for my taste. I would have loved to hear Life And Love And Why, Underwater or Under The Floor. A small complaint though, in light of how great this concert was. Highlights would be them opening with Stars, The Shadow Proves The Sunshine (I don’t think I could love that song any more), The Blues, Faust Midas and Myself, and of course This Is Your Life. That song makes me cry nearly every time I hear it, and hearing it live definitely didn’t let me escape without some tears shed. What an awesome, incredible, unforgettable night. If you ever get a chance to see these boys, grab it! I love the way they write music: their lyrics are such a smart commentary on the world today, without being offensive and rude like so much music out there trying to make a point.

Who are you?

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

Hey all you blog lurkers, this is just to say that I know there are far more people reading this blog than there are people commenting. If you don’t want to comment ever, I guess that’s okay, but I think it’s sorta creepy.

My Perfect Pair of Round Toed Heels

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that I’m not the kind of person to spend a lot of time on how I look. I guess I somewhat pride myself on not being “high maintenance”. You know the type: the girl who looks like she spent two hours in front of the mirror primping and applying make-up, making sure her hair is perfect, and that her outfit is killer. And her shoes? Gotta have killer shoes. I’m all for looking good, but I won’t sacrifice more than one millionth of my day to achieve that look.

Well I’m still not keen on spending a lot of time in front of the mirror, but one thing I’m starting to think might not be such a waste of time is those killer shoes. You know me, I wear skate shoes 98% of the time, Holey Soles 1% of the time, and barefeet/sandals/dressier shoes 1% of the time. But I was at Winners last week and saw the most incredible shoes there. They were blue, and they had a heel. A HEEL! Sadly I didn’t buy them because they didn’t have my size, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been dreaming of them. Oh for the day that I shall find my perfect pair of round toed heels.

And I’m not just thinking about shoes. Dresses. That’s right, dresses. I think that something about this pregancy is causing a paradigm shift in my brain. I guess I am starting to think that if I am soon to have two kids, I better start looking the part of a grown up woman. Truly I think that when people see me walking the mall with Markus, they must think I’m a single teenage mother. I make very sure to have my wedding ring visible at all times, but whether people see it or not I don’t know. But I look the part of a high school/college student. Casual comfortable.

Well world, I’m ready for chic and sophisticated….but I still want to be comfortable. Stacy and Clinton, can I do that?


Friday, February 9th, 2007

Okay, am I the only person in the world who thinks that myspace is the lamest thing in the world? It’s like the lamest of lame things that anyone could ever invent. (Clay said he only finds it useful for the music because he can discover new music that he likes, which I guess makes sense, but what about all these people with their own personal pages?) I guess the thing that annoys me the most is the comment section at the bottom of the page. It’s like listening to someone talk on the phone: you’re only listening to one side of the conversation, because you have no idea what the person said to the person who’s leaving the comment. Perhaps we’re not supposed to care about reading other peoples’ comments, but then why are the public?? And it’s like this big contest for some people to see how many “famous” people they can have in their “friends” section. Why? And the blog? Most people post on it once/year, if that. So how does a myspace page actually help you stay in touch with people? Wait, maybe that’s not the point. So what is the point? Like I said, it’s very very lame to me.

Markus is Walking!!!!

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

Click Play on the bottom left of either of the two video players below to see our little man in action!

The Great Grocery Saga

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

Clay and I love to go grocery shopping. There is something so therapeutic to both of us about perusing the aisles of food. Sweet memories of “Oh, I remember eating that when I was younger,” and dreams of how good something might be. Basically since we got married we’ve done our grocery shopping at Sobeys. Ah Sobeys, the king of all grocery stores. At times though, we pay more for stuff there than we would somewhere else. Well as I was flyer shopping on the weekend, I thought we should maybe try shopping at Extra Foods–> basically the same prices as Superstore, without being as annoying to shop at as Superstore. (That’s the Real Canadian Superstore for you Jude). Superstore just drives me crazy: it is so huge, and if you missed one item you needed, you have to walk almost all the aisles again to find what you were looking for, adding 15 minutes to your trip. And that’s if you only missed one item. Plus you have to pay for your bags. How lame is that?? And the produce section almost always smells like an overweight man’s B.O. Frankly, I’m not too keen on eating food that came from a room wreaking of B.O.

Well, off to Extra Foods we went. In summary, it sucked, but here’s why. The layout of the store makes absolutely no sense. It definitely wasn’t a marketing genius that designed that store. Seriously, why would you have juice and Chef Boy-R-Dee in the same aisle? Why isn’t the Stove-Top Stuffing mix in the same aisle as the Shake-N-Bake? Why is the cheese and milk off in no man’s land with the blender’s and coffeemakers? On to the bakery section. Rediculously priced gross bread, rediculously priced good bread. Produce? Green peppers that looked more like brown peppers, and same story with the tomatoes. Ew. And where’s the POM Wonderful juice and tea? Wahhh. And the biggest disappointment of all? Deli. Prepackaged meats and cheeses. I’m sorry, but what if I don’t want half a kilo of meat or cheese? What if I just want a couple hundred grams? “Suck it up, pay the extra money and get the EXTRA FOOD you don’t want.” Oh, and one more thing I hate: why do I have to buy a certain amount of food to get the lower price? I’m just getting Extra Food that I don’t really want. And why should I be penalized for buying more of an item? (First 4 cost 1.27 each, after first 4, 1.87) Seriously, who ever heard of trying to discourage a customer from buying more? Plus, we didn’t even save any money compared to what we pay at Sobeys: I think we actually paid more, and that’s with the 15% off coupon we had. I hate Extra Foods.

Next time we are going back to Sobeys. Ahhh Sobeys, the king of all grocery stores. Where the aisles make sense, the Danimals yogurt is cheaper (read it, I said cheaper) than Superstore or Extra Foods, the deli is graced with actual people who will slice your meat and let you sample whatever you want. Where you can get whatever amount of cheese and meat you want. Where the bread tastes like homemade and is cheaper than Wonder. Where the produce smells and looks good, and your groceries get packed for you and taken out to your car if your little heart desires. All for the same price (or less) than I would pay at Extra Foods.

Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweeeeet. Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sobeys? How to get to Sobeys.

More cuteness

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

We added a new album to the gallery. As always, it’s pretty much all Markus. Enjoy :)

Brand spanking new

Friday, February 2nd, 2007

Well my blog got a facelift and boy does it look incredible! Thank you Clay for all your hard work, you did a great job.
Now that I have such a good looking blog I feel more pressure to write things that are “important”. Whatever that means. I guess we’ll see what comes out.
I need to go clean my house: I don’t think I’ve swiffered my floors since sometime in December. I’m generally a very neat person who likes to clean (really, I like to clean!) but I’ve been so drained from being pregnant, and chasing Markus around when he’s awake. Excuses, excuses. And the longer I write about it, the less time I have to clean. So I’m off!
Hope you all have a great day!

First Look

Thursday, February 1st, 2007

Baby Bitner

Does it sound weird to think that the baby in this picture is cute? Well I do. I went in for my 18 week ultrasound yesterday and the radiologist told us that I’m actually only 15 weeks into my pregnancy – my new due date is July 24. I guess it’s nice to find out now instead of in July when I’m huge, but it still feels like we are adding weeks to the pregnancy: like I am carrying this baby for 3 extra weeks. Well Jean, you just might get your wish of having this baby be born on your birthday. Or maybe on Mom’s, though I’d rather not wait until then!

I finished taking my diclectin on the weekend and thought I’d be okay without more: boy was I wrong. Monday evening I could keep nothing in my stomach, so off to the doctor I went on Tuesday for more drugs. Knowing that I am only 15 weeks makes more sense with my sickness though, because with Markus I was sick until I was 4 months along. Hopefully once I hit the 4 month mark with this baby the nausea and tossing cookies will be gone too.