<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:36.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anygma This</title><subtitle type='html'>Enigma is something puzzling, Anygma could be anything!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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the urge to do without them. until, she became severely sensitive to them. the whole part of her that was in contact with a diapper became very red and hot. there's no other option. and she's doing very good without them for the most part. a few days ago, almost a month without diapper, she had an accident or 2. we're just not sure why. but other then that, it's great to be out of diappers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight the kid went to bed with little pianos, and i asked owen if he'd like a bigger one, and maybe even some piano lessons, and he was affirmative. i think it would do him some good. he also loves to sing, and i cought him trying to play on the old beat up guitare and sing this afternoon. after all, musicians run in the family.  but buying just one will be tricky piano will be tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an other thing Owen make sure i don't forget. he's getting a camera for his birthday hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope little tikes cameras come on sales before then. because i'll have no doubts to buy 2 of them. will be interresting to see what they come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-2427753475954461476?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/2427753475954461476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=2427753475954461476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/2427753475954461476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/2427753475954461476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates-on-kids.html' title='Updates on the kids'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-5734786221907007783</id><published>2008-04-25T23:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:49:52.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The dog days</title><content type='html'>so monday, i decided to check the SPCA listing before i went to bed, just for a kick... yeah i know it's been a long time since i blogged and i'm just being lazy, don't really feel like there's much interresting to talk about most of the time.  anyway, so i checked the listing, and there was this nice dog, named Misty... she's been there for 9 months, her pups are all gone but there she is, and look like a very sweet companion.  the next day, i decide to check back on her, thinking, she's not in any danger to me fast as she's already been there so long right?  wrong!!! she's gone before i even get my act together.   so i look around on petfinder, to see a wider area of pet shelters.  then i see Lexi, her description is making me melt.  the sweetest dog, she's good with peoples and all kinds of animals too, loves children, what more can i ask?  gotta move quick this time, so i email the shelter and inquire about how i can make her part of our home... they send the form, i fill it and send i back.  the lady who answered me told me to call the day before to make sure she was still there and she'd hold her for me for the 24 hours, so i can go get her.  when i call... there's someone looking her up and can't decide between her and Benny.... they couldn't hold her until they picked Benny.  so i had to call later, only to find out, they picked Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, what's going on?  it's like it only take me looking at a dog for him/her to get adopted.  but in the end, i leave it all up to God... it must all happen for a reason.  If it's the right one, He'll make it possible.  until then, i figure i'm going to keep a close eye on the listings because it could take quite a while to find an other one that seems suitable for our family...  that same day,  my best friend/msn buddy Nancy, message me, that there's a message on her intranet for a dog to give away!!! FREE!!!!!!   almost too good to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have some issues i'm worried about until i see the dog, but i know since it's a private adoption, she wont give him away on us.  sounds like a good dog, although he hasn't had much contact with young kids. but he's young too, so he has plenty of time to learn.  and not sure how he'll handle our 2 cats.  at the SPCA the staff is used to see lots of dogs and they have a chance to do a descent personality assessment.  a pet owner only know so much because they've only seen their dog in certain settings.    i'm hopeful we'll bring him home, but i'm still holding back to the fact there might be some traits that we can't tolerate in our home at this stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Owen,  he's excited and look forward to see the dog.  wasn't sure if i'd see that day since at one point he was scared of them.  he's looking forward to play catch and have a friend to play with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think even my mother in law is excited about it... she called me yesterday and want to follow us and bring the dog back to our place for us hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's gonna be verry interresting and hectic for a while.  our first cat, Daphne is absolutely not fond of having to share her turf.  it took her a solid month to accept Misty, when whe adopted her last september.   and funny thing is, when i went to pick up Misty,  the rep at the SPCA asked me, "the cat or the dog"  just to show that Misty the dog, that i firt thought about monday, would've been there for us then.  but our Mistywas there for quite some time too, she was bored there, fed poor quality food, no room to play.  she got fat, and no matter how good of a diet we gave her, with calculated portions, her weight didnt' budge, but i think it's starting to change, as she's taking a liking to the outdoors.  i saw her twice springing up and down a tree at full speed, like wow.  once you hit healthy weight, you're gonna be murder on those poor birds.  so i'll have to get her a collar to attach a bell on it.  i want to keep the birds, i even want to put more bird houses, so we can have more bug eating birds, there's so much mosquitoes on our soggy part of the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel that there's a chance Misty might eventualy try cuddling wih our new dog.  she seems that kind of cat.  if it's that kind of dog we end up with hehe   Daphne?  don't even think about it, we'll be happy when she learn to tolerate.  might take all summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should make for a bit more action to talk about.   and the fun of trying to find beaches where we can bring our dog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post pics once everything is official&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-5734786221907007783?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/5734786221907007783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=5734786221907007783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5734786221907007783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5734786221907007783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2008/04/dog-days.html' title='The dog days'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-2181474214065066485</id><published>2008-01-04T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:25.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>despite the fact i haven't bloged since sometime last year, i'm still here.  either not much to say or too much procrastination.  maybe a mix of both is to blame for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer also been used a lot more for passive entertainment lately.  i've officialy became a big fan of The Biggest Loser and the kids have been requesting to view Ratatouille many many times.  so much so that now i have this obsession with finding stuff i can cook all sliced up.  or just trying to be more creative with what i cook or how i present it.  here are my last 2 exemples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/R35E9lLskoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Hv1KmeBI4sE/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/R35E9lLskoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Hv1KmeBI4sE/s320/P1010023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630848502305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/R35E-VLskpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vg0wrb20m1Q/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/R35E-VLskpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vg0wrb20m1Q/s320/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630861387207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i found out that the combination of potato, sweet potato and onion taste fantastic. almost look like cheddar cheese too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pre Christmas hunch came back to bite me in the rear end.  i was looking at the little tyke's digital camera and was thinking it would be a nice gift for Owen, but in the end, we didn't get it.  about a day after Chistmas, he started to say that my camera was his and that he wanted to take pictures with it.  and he's been insisting ever since that he wants to take pictures and that i give him HIS(my) camera at once!  i've tried to make him understand that if he stop having tantrums about it, we will consider it for his birthday.  i'm thinking it will be a long 8 months for us all and i might just break down to surprise him earlier,  earlier.  i'm still thinking he should wait a few months  and keep an eye for a sale.  now, the only other question about this whole camera deal is, should we buy one for Vivian also? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of camera,  mine decided to be fussy on Christmas day, and we came close to not have any captured memories of that day.  not that it was a very extravagant reception.  it was just our little family and my mother.   very quiet day in perspective.  my mother also had her camera but it decided to take a power fuss at the same time as ours.  it's a relief that it finally accepted to function so we could have a family picture after probably 2 years where there were some kids pics and some of us but not all in the same frame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 snow storms in 5 days, we are hoping to have a rest from shoveling.  i'm not sure the windows in the bathroom will take an more.  it was making some sound that had me scared it could break at any moments.  yesterday was fairly mild and before supper, Andy was breaking off icecicles from under the glass roof of the sunroom, with a hammer and after clearing up enough of it, water started drainning.  he wasn't able to give the same treatment to the bathroom section and it's probably all that water freezing again that was working the structure so much last night.  it's now 20 below zero degree Celcius.  (-4 degree F) and i'm some glad we finaly replaced the insulation that was removed last summer.  we had a hard time maintaining acceptable temperature at minus 10-15 degree C (+5-14 F) and in the process burned a lot of wood.  by the look of it, we won't have enough to last till the warmer days.  we had ordered twice the amount of wood we ordered the year before, but we got a fair bit of crooked logs and hollow ones too.  once cut, it almost look like we got just as much as the year before.  that is not good.  we will probably look into finding an other supplier for next year.  hopefully one day we'll be able to pull the wood from our own land, but as long as all we have to transport the wood is a wheelbarrow, it's not a realistic option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all i can think for now.  I don't have a new year's resolution list, it's just business as usual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-2181474214065066485?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/2181474214065066485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=2181474214065066485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/2181474214065066485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/2181474214065066485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/R35E9lLskoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Hv1KmeBI4sE/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3604020358682368356</id><published>2007-10-27T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:34:55.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes in a can?</title><content type='html'>my hubby got into the habit of making pancakes every week on his swingshift.  and since 75% of the family is gluten free, he has taken to make them with buckwheat.  they taste a bit more gritty and nutty, but overall, still very palatable, not like the time i tried to make buckwheat soba... that was terrible.  the kids didn't seem to mind but i did.   now i would be totally rolling my eyes at this idea of &lt;a href="http://www.batterblaster.com/"&gt;pancakes in a can&lt;/a&gt;,  as one more over processed, chemical cocktail of die and preservatives... but it's organic!  my jaw nearly dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, it's still a product i wouldn't go for, because a.  there's soy, and i think of it being healthy is a big deception and b.  there is wheat and wheat has gluten :(    but if they believed in health enough to care to select organic ingredients, and if it become popular enough, maybe they'll come up with other healthy varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so miss pizzaaaaaaaaa!  dairy is an other big no no here.  even more so then gluten. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3604020358682368356?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3604020358682368356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3604020358682368356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3604020358682368356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3604020358682368356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/10/pancakes-in-can.html' title='Pancakes in a can?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-5948484780899365685</id><published>2007-10-26T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:25.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Little Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RyJH87XGkaI/AAAAAAAAADY/eyFm-xzg_Eg/s1600-h/little-lulu_green-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RyJH87XGkaI/AAAAAAAAADY/eyFm-xzg_Eg/s320/little-lulu_green-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125738437953360290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do you remember the little Lulu?  she had her own TV show when i was a kid, but apparently she's much older then that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Little Lulu first appeared in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Saturday Evening Post" href="/wiki/Saturday_Evening_Post"&gt;Saturday Evening Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on &lt;a title="February 23" href="/wiki/February_23"&gt;February 23&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1935" href="/wiki/1935"&gt;1935&lt;/a&gt; in a single panel comic strip, appearing in her debut  as a &lt;a title="Flower girl" href="/wiki/Flower_girl"&gt;flower girl&lt;/a&gt; at a &lt;a title="Wedding" href="/wiki/Wedding"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt;, strewing the aisle with banana  peels.       ~ Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; so she was already stirring  controversy back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-5948484780899365685?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/5948484780899365685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=5948484780899365685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5948484780899365685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5948484780899365685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-little-lulu.html' title='Hey Little Lulu'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RyJH87XGkaI/AAAAAAAAADY/eyFm-xzg_Eg/s72-c/little-lulu_green-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-981519609805572565</id><published>2007-10-19T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:25:37.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been tagged by &lt;a href="http://crazymrsnancy.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:Once tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you. Then post the rules before your list, and list 8 random things about yourself. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to 8 other people, visit their sites, and leave a comment letting them know they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Wow 8 people? you gotta be kidding me Nancy, i don't even know that many bloggers at all, i'm not even sure what random stuff would be worth blogging about me here.  anyway, here are 8 random things about me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  i don't like my toes toutching each other. &lt;br /&gt;2.  i will probably stare at the monitor for the next 20 minutes trying to think of something else to write. sometime it takes me very long to write a short e-mail or what ever else. &lt;br /&gt;3.  as a child i used to have dreams where i'm flying in the sky, seems that i lost that ability and i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;4. i have a terribly hard time remembering people's name&lt;br /&gt;5.  my first pet was an iguana i named Akea&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't play first person shooter games, i can't coordinate in it, i have this tendency to get stuck in walls.  i tried to play unreal tournament once, for 20 minutes and had to lay down for 2 hours because i was too motionsick. &lt;br /&gt;7. *random blank*&lt;br /&gt;8. i used to enjoy watching little Lulu as a kid, and jumped on the dvds when i saw them in a discount bin, after watching a few episodes back, i changed my mind about her and the show... it's  violent and sexist :  i didn't remember her being that way, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i dont' have 8 peoples to tag back, but you're welcome to take it at random and leave a note in the comments to say you did :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-981519609805572565?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/981519609805572565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=981519609805572565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/981519609805572565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/981519609805572565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged-by-nancy-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-8966095541628824937</id><published>2007-09-24T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:26.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Cat in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Already 4 days since Misty arrived from the SPCA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779339167004162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RvfLNwrH9gI/AAAAAAAAADI/4tz4yOQBuew/s320/P9200102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and we're very happy to have her. our first impression had made her our first choice and it look like we did good in listening to our gut feeling. she is gentle, playful, calm, affectionate. i still think she's not overdominating so that Daphne will not fell she's gonna loser her title of first cat of the house. and her play style is the one i think will lead to a good mouser. that was a lot of trait we had in mind considering the whole family and our needs and the new cat's wellbeing as a new member of our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still amazed how we could find all of it in one single cat. Now we have to be patient and hope Daphne will adjust. for normal cats, it can take up to 2 weeks before they can interact together in a civil manner. let's hope Daphne is normal hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm some glad i found &lt;a href="http://www.petvideo.com//index.cgi?channel=32"&gt;these video tips&lt;/a&gt; for cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779347756938770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RvfLOQrH9hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/944MfES2xlU/s320/P9200100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-8966095541628824937?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/8966095541628824937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=8966095541628824937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/8966095541628824937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/8966095541628824937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-cat-in-house.html' title='The New Cat in the House'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RvfLNwrH9gI/AAAAAAAAADI/4tz4yOQBuew/s72-c/P9200102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-4895255858806125931</id><published>2007-09-17T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:50:32.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice inc.</title><content type='html'>this morning, i found evidence that our family cat found the mouse she lost the night before.  we had quite a few guests entertaining our kitty cat last year and from what i hear, there is a lot more mice populating the fields this year.  in a store where they used to sell 7 traps a year, they now find them leaving the shelves 7 a week.  if that's any indication... Daphne will have plenty to share in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're waiting to be aproved for adoption. that could take up to 48 hours. and then hope the cat we felt would have the best personality for our family will still be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-4895255858806125931?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/4895255858806125931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=4895255858806125931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/4895255858806125931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/4895255858806125931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/09/mice-inc.html' title='Mice inc.'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6333816309635891035</id><published>2007-09-10T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:07:53.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Machine is History</title><content type='html'>a while back, i don't remember if i blogged about this, but i got myself a &lt;a href="http://www.cuisinart.com/catalog/product.php?item_id=483"&gt;bread machine&lt;/a&gt; that had a gluten free cycle.  since that's what we need to eat and we save over $1 a loaf if i make it myself (it tastes better too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for many weeks it did make good breads and i got in a groove of mesuring several loafs at once so on lazy days, i only need to dump a bag and the wet ingredients together and it goes fast.  the machine does most of the job and i only need to make 2 quick check up on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 3 loafs turned out differently,  they were not as dark... the last one, i even felt it needed to have an extra 10 minutes added at the end and still i think it wasn't quite well baked.  so my guess is that the convection fan gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dug for my receit,  get my info together to figure out what course of action i would take. and it just happened that there was about 7 days left to the store's exchange/refund policy... i figured i'd exchange it for a new one... would be quicker then sending it to the repair shop.  but there was none in stock.  they gave me my money back. and that's not that bad either, because if i decide to get an other one... i'll have a new warranty to go with it. i can't complain with that hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is now, i got to get used to do it the old fashion way... in the oven.  we'll see what catastrophe i mannage to wip up this time hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, if it turns out well enough, i might just save the counter space and forget about the machine.  get a few bigger bread pans and use the rest of the money for something else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6333816309635891035?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6333816309635891035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6333816309635891035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6333816309635891035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6333816309635891035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/09/bread-machine-is-history.html' title='Bread Machine is History'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-7250739611824092958</id><published>2007-08-29T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:26.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge to Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so now that the kids both have their own room, and Owen's room has been on the primer eversince we moved in. i feel the urge to paint it before it get too cold to be able to ventilate apropriately while getting messy. there's also the entrance that is on the primer and should be painted soon because i dont think it could endure an other wash. even though it would be very nice to be able to paint the whole house, it's really not in the budget. and there's some room that will need some renovation done before going near the paint bucket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm trying to find ideas to paint the room in a creative way, not just one solid color. i had a picture in my mind of a girl's bedroom decore idea i saw a while back, it was pink and green. then i saw these things last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104293282022799842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RtYXskBhueI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Uv0a3PmFEE4/s320/GirlsRoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104293282022799858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RtYXskBhufI/AAAAAAAAADA/3mSGzqyZmX0/s320/RoomDecor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and also this sweet artic flower garden toutch you can find &lt;a href="http://www.markgansor.com/childrens-gallery/little-girls-room.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, i'm not gonna spend hours trying to find what i have in mind for Owen's because it apear to be even more difficult to find boy's bedroom decore images.  but i had a few ideas:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the beach/sea, nice blue sky, some clouds, a plain, birds...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- a night sky with the planets, a rocket, the moon... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- or, 2 tone blue with &lt;a href="http://www.stellarvision.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; kind of effect.  maybe some fireflies and wild life/nature accents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like the glow in the dark stars idea so much, i'd put it in every bedrooms, cause i'm sure Vivian would like it too and so would I *grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just have to figure out how to make the night sky as acurate as possible with all the constelation and what not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-7250739611824092958?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/7250739611824092958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=7250739611824092958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/7250739611824092958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/7250739611824092958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='The Urge to Paint'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RtYXskBhueI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Uv0a3PmFEE4/s72-c/GirlsRoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6175475406135941078</id><published>2007-08-27T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:17:19.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy going can only go so far</title><content type='html'>i'me a big fan of co-sleeping, and i enjoyed it very much. in fact, i would still enjoy it if it wasn't for the fact i had to draw the line last night.  this time i'll call it a safety issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to worry about her falling off the bed, she does fine in her bed or mine.  she's mostly gentle and non intrusive sleeping buddy. but what happen before she goes to sleep, while i'm out of the room is a different ball of wax.  and she knows when she's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. because last night after hearing a lot of uncommon noise, hubby decided to go take a look and as he opened the bedroom door, she was rushing to her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find anyting incriminating at the moment, just layed in bed while she fell asleep in hers.  then came back down.  when came time for me to go to bed.  i didn't notice anything while stumbling in the dark to get under the covers.  some times later. it was getting a bit brighter.  i guess it was around 5-6 am, hubby was getting ready for work, and i came to realise that something was stuck on my tigh... a termometer case?  what?  hmmm, it should be in the baby care hard case in my drawer... with a safety lock.  and the thermometer was, beside the bed on the floor.  *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found the bottle of Holy Water... finaly empty!  again, was stored in a drawer with a safety lock on.  and she had gotten her hands on it once before. that's why i say... finaly empty. i was taking my temperature, as i always do in the morning when i picked the Holy Water bottle and showed it to her... she turned around and started crying, even though i had not spoken a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and also found a tube of tootpast completely flat in the same drawer as the baby care kit... not suposed to be there?   hmmm,  did you eat this?  a muffled yeah, came out of her.  not sure if she really did, how much there would've been originaly in it when she found it(we did not notice any unusual symptoms from her)... but i was not a happy camper. maybe it was a snack form the night she had that smelly poop durring the night(usualy she doesn't poop at night)  but i wrote it off as too many goji berries, cause there was a lot of seeds in her poop...  to many unsafe behaviors in one session.  no child proof devices are safe with her... the ensuite bathroom door in our room has a safety door nob, that she can open, and then she can climb to reach what ever she feel like. although we don't keep much that could seriously harm her in there... facecloth, Q-tips, electric razor, comb, hair elastics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had started thinking about getting her into her own room for a bit, but figured, we should get a closet organizer first, and with the  chelation therapy comming soon, for probably 6 months, it's no time to risk getting pregnant, so co-sleeping with 2 years old daugher was not a rush to terminate really, until last night.  i'm kinda sad, because i really enjoyed co-sleeping with her... I love my son dearly but when it comes to co-sleeping, it was only good when he was fast asleep, cause when he'd wake up before me, especialy after he mannaged to sit on his own, i would often have him bash his head straight on my nose as a wake up call.  very fidgetty and rough.  still to this day, it's nearly impossible to cuddle with him without getting hurt, unless in the lazyboy, that minimized the hurts.  no refinement in cuddliness what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is only first night, and it seems to go well so far, but i'm not making myself any illusion.  i'm expecting some resistance at one point or an other.  hopefully, we'll be able to address it in a way that makes everybody happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's my turn to go to bed and see how i'll adjust to the new arrangement.  it's been over 4 years of co-sleeping with the kids,  now back with hubby.  hopefully, we'll last at last a year hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6175475406135941078?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6175475406135941078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6175475406135941078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6175475406135941078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6175475406135941078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/08/easy-going-can-only-go-so-far.html' title='Easy going can only go so far'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-2372634811406742483</id><published>2007-08-24T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:26:42.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Head</title><content type='html'>Owen and I went for some test to find out about heavy metal toxicity.  and the results are in.  i was expecting mercury, but lead came instead.  it explain a lot of stuff and the good news is, there's chelation therapy to help get rid of a good portion of it.  i will try keep up on the blog the progress of our wellbeing through the next 6-9 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my msn buddy is gone to NY for the weekend.  i think i'll just go find something to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, I want to thank you Nancy for your weight lost tip... no carb in the evening might be what i needed... on top of my walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to go make some facecloth and &lt;a href="http://www.diapersewing.com/clothpads.htm"&gt;cotton pads&lt;/a&gt;.  look like i'm seriously getting allergic to disposable ones (TMI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-2372634811406742483?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/2372634811406742483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=2372634811406742483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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beach for the first time in their life... after all, we live in the maritimes, it's almost not normal for them to have never seen the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They loved it! so much so that, back at home, while eating lunch, Owen was asking to go back. and i know he's not going to give up. he still talk about the broken moose. oh yeah, i just realised that i didn't say anything about that here yet. since Facebook happened to me, i got even more lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so here's the story... my dear husband hit a moose on his way back home from work over a week ago. he called me to tell me so i knew it couldn't be too bad. that kind of encounter can be fatal. and he wasn't hurt but just mannaged to bring the van home but that's about it because it was not really not in that good of a condition. hubby was trying to talk on the phone to get all the insurances in order but Owen was inssisting he wanted to talk on the phone also. so i took him to see the van. his reaction was that the moose must be repaired... interresting perspective.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088636617943496754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/Rp54CxORODI/AAAAAAAAACw/wFibR3cDiAA/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, now to the fun stuff. it was so long since i went to the beach myself that i had forgotten how good it feel to walk on the sand. we were so limited in time, because Owen had therapy that afternoon. so we only spent 30 minutes at the beach and i didn't have much time to enjoy it myself because i was too busy taking pictures of their first experience. and that evening i stayed up late to compile it in a video.  i wish we could've stayed longer but i realise that anything more and we would've burnt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-time-at-beach.html' title='First time at the beach'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/Rp54CxORODI/AAAAAAAAACw/wFibR3cDiAA/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3878843339648748789</id><published>2007-07-04T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:11:43.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday in history</title><content type='html'>Nancy tagged me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this meme, you go to Wikipedia and check your birthday - then post 3 events, 2 births, and a holiday. And, of course, tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_18"&gt;August 18&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="293 BC" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/293_BC"&gt;293 BC&lt;/a&gt; - The oldest known Roman temple to &lt;a title="Venus (mythology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_(mythology)"&gt;Venus (mythology)&lt;/a&gt; was founded, starting the institution of &lt;a title="Vinalia Rustica" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinalia_Rustica"&gt;Vinalia Rustica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1775" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1775"&gt;1775&lt;/a&gt; - The &lt;a title="Spain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spain"&gt;Spanish&lt;/a&gt; established a presidio (fort) and the town came to be called &lt;a title="Tucson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tucson"&gt;Tucson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Arizona" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arizona"&gt;Arizona&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1868" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1868"&gt;1868&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="France" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Astronomy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astronomy"&gt;astronomer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Pierre Jules César Janssen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Jules_CÃ©sar_Janssen"&gt;Pierre Jules César Janssen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Discoveries of the chemical elements" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discoveries_of_the_chemical_elements"&gt;discovers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Helium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helium"&gt;helium&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1938" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1938"&gt;1938&lt;/a&gt; - The &lt;a title="Thousand Islands Bridge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thousand_Islands_Bridge"&gt;Thousand Islands Bridge&lt;/a&gt;, connecting &lt;a title="New York State" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_State"&gt;New York State&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a title="Ontario" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ontario"&gt;Ontario&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Canada" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt; over the &lt;a title="St. Lawrence River" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Lawrence_River"&gt;St. Lawrence River&lt;/a&gt;, is dedicated by &lt;a title="U.S. President" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._President"&gt;U.S. President&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Franklin D. Roosevelt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franklin_D._Roosevelt"&gt;Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1941" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1941"&gt;1941&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Adolf Hitler" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Hitler"&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;/a&gt; orders a temporary halt to &lt;a title="Nazi Germany" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_Germany"&gt;Nazi Germany's&lt;/a&gt; systematic &lt;a title="Euthanasia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euthanasia"&gt;euthanasia&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Mental illness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_illness"&gt;mentally ill&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Disability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disability"&gt;handicapped&lt;/a&gt; due to protests. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1969" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1969"&gt;1969&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Jimi Hendrix" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimi_Hendrix"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/a&gt; plays the unofficial last day of &lt;a title="Woodstock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woodstock"&gt;Woodstock&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="2005" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Dennis Rader" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_Rader"&gt;Dennis Rader&lt;/a&gt; is sentenced to 175 years in prison for the &lt;a title="BTK killer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BTK_killer"&gt;BTK serial killings&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2005 - &lt;a title="2005 Java Blackout" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_Java_Blackout"&gt;Massive power blackout&lt;/a&gt; hits the &lt;a title="Indonesia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/a&gt; island of &lt;a title="Java (island)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Java_(island)"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;, affecting almost 100 million people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Births:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1587" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1587"&gt;1587&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Virginia Dare" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Dare"&gt;Virginia Dare&lt;/a&gt;, first English child born in North America (d. &lt;a title="1588" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1588"&gt;1588&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1750" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1750"&gt;1750&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Antonio Salieri" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonio_Salieri"&gt;Antonio Salieri&lt;/a&gt;, Italian composer (d. &lt;a title="1825" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1825"&gt;1825&lt;/a&gt;) (if you saw the Mozart movie, he was the movie narator)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="1992" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992"&gt;1992&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Frances Bean Cobain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Bean_Cobain"&gt;Frances Bean Cobain&lt;/a&gt;, daughter &lt;a title="Kurt Cobain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Cobain"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Courtney Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtney_Love"&gt;Courtney Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;celebration:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;saint of the day: August 18 &lt;a href="http://americancatholic.org/Features/SaintOfDay/default.asp?id=1111"&gt;St. Jane Frances de Chantal &lt;/a&gt;(1562-1641) but according to wiki it's &lt;a title="List of saints" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_saints"&gt;Roman Catholic Saints&lt;/a&gt; - Saint &lt;a title="Helena of Constantinople" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_of_Constantinople"&gt;Helena of Constantinople&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Saint Alberto Hurtado" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Alberto_Hurtado"&gt;Saint Alberto Hurtado&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="Australia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a class="new" title="Long Tan Day" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Long_Tan_Day&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Long Tan Day&lt;/a&gt; (also called Vietnam Veterans' Day) named after the &lt;a title="Battle of Long Tan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Long_Tan"&gt;Battle of Long Tan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="Buhe" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buhe"&gt;Buhe&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a title="Ethiopian Orthodox Church" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethiopian_Orthodox_Church"&gt;Ethiopian Orthodox Church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euh, sorry i couldn't help myeslf and went overboard hehe, it was interresting and ...&lt;br /&gt;woah, good thing blogger started saving drafts automaticaly... i would've lost everything. for some odd reason, my computer crashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3878843339648748789?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3878843339648748789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3878843339648748789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3878843339648748789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3878843339648748789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-birthday-in-history.html' title='My birthday in history'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-5282729624534929986</id><published>2007-05-13T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:27.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and a special day it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, i get to see some animal drag a scarf or something across the driveway, or so i thought hehe. with closer look i realise it's a mother duck with a row of duckling following her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213500009644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkezWM7QAHI/AAAAAAAAACY/u86b0tdhR94/s320/Duck+family+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it was getting quite far by the  time i was able to grab the camera, it's not a very clear picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at mass i get a vision while praying, very beautiful... but sorry, no pics. then i got back home and i play a bit with the rubic cube i bought friday for the kids... and i finishe it for the first time in my life, ever... with some instruction mind you but even then when i was a kid we had a cube and an instruction book on how to solve it... a book! and i never mannaged. this one came with one page instruction hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;durring my nap, my dear husband come and get me because he's over his head, trying to get the kids in the house and there's a hummingbird in our kitchen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213508599578754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkezWs7QAII/AAAAAAAAACg/HUGLG-8xhwU/s320/hummingbird+in+window+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that's not special enough that i was able to take an upclose pictur of it... i was even able to toutch it before it flew away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213521484480658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkezXc7QAJI/AAAAAAAAACo/Uati2LMPcm8/s320/Hummingbird+on+net.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are the odds of one person toutching the fasted bird there is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-5282729624534929986?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/5282729624534929986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=5282729624534929986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5282729624534929986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5282729624534929986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkezWM7QAHI/AAAAAAAAACY/u86b0tdhR94/s72-c/Duck+family+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6993887043294973581</id><published>2007-05-10T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:29.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildernes Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless you feel like you've swallowed a porkupine. noting too pleasant. i'm so sick of colds. seems Owen catch one everytimes he goes to the center, and then he gives it to us. i'm taking a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from that, we did see a porkupine last week i think. i'm losing track of time. i'm so frazzled. but here's a pic. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063120705710718994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPRdM7QABI/AAAAAAAAABo/x0CXrRetaIY/s320/Porkupine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sunday afternoon, i was gearing for my afternoon nap, when i realised all i was able to do was stare at the ceiling fan and wonder at the beautiful blue sky outside. so i got up and we went for a walk on our trail. not much eventfull, Vivian was tired and couldn't walk straight on the way back so we carried her for part of the way. but i did see a hoof print, and i thought it was a dear track, but my mother thought it was more the size of a moose. now that got me worried about going back on the trail by myself. I was hopping to start walking every day and use our back wood trail but with the prospect of seeing a moose. i opted for the road the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on my way back from my walk the second day on the road, i came across one of my dear neybor. we talked for a while and she reassured me not to worry about moose or even bears for the most part. they're usualy shy and will get out of their way to avoid us if we make some noise, like singing hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the next day i went on the trail again. it was nice but it looks much shorter when walking it without the kids. i didn't see the hoof print again, but i remembered to bring my camera this time and took a few pictures of nature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is what i think is an animal track beside my foot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063125284145856546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPVns7QACI/AAAAAAAAABw/dhJ3inTnXMA/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the river looking upstream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063125305620693042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPVo87QADI/AAAAAAAAAB4/521iAc-C8po/s320/P1010054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the river looking downstream, the tree across is the dandy work of a beaver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063125314210627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPVpc7QAEI/AAAAAAAAACA/1jbPHytFCe0/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can see again, the tree across the river, that one was down when we went for our walk on sunday.  the one across the path, blocking access to the river was fell since then... busy beaver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063125331390496850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPVqc7QAFI/AAAAAAAAACI/PDQ1HPF9KEg/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is our trail with the river at my back... facing my way home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063125339980431458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPVq87QAGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PK2Xpxt-nzk/s320/P1010061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i'm planning to walk everyday as much as possible.  although, there's also the garden that will require some of my time soon.  there's a man that came with his tractor tiller yesterday and started tilling when he realised the soil was too wet, so he'll have to come back a bit later.  we hadn't really decided how big to make it, but after putting sticks near the spot where the grape vines and the asparagus were,  the man ended up ripping up a patch 20'x50'.  i think it will be big enough hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6993887043294973581?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6993887043294973581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6993887043294973581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6993887043294973581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6993887043294973581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/05/wildernes-bliss.html' title='Wildernes Bliss'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RkPRdM7QABI/AAAAAAAAABo/x0CXrRetaIY/s72-c/Porkupine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3477368468503161176</id><published>2007-04-17T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:11:52.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter of Snot</title><content type='html'>As if we have not seen enough cold and flues this winter, an other one is fierce at claiming that the winter hasn't given up on us yet.  Owen started coughing last night and although his temperature doesn't amount to official fever, he's warm to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;.  today, he dragged through his ABA with red groggy eyes.    it's spring MR. weather man!!! send us some spring weather... some REAL spring weather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PLEAAAASE&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; heard Owen is not the only one to suffer the sneezes.  Since we can't get away from it,  some peoples decided to make a little &lt;a href="http://www.apoteket.se/orkestern/"&gt;orchestra&lt;/a&gt; with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to start an other round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ozonation&lt;/span&gt;, this time in the attic, scheduled for tomorrow morning.  it was the soonest we could find a convenient time for it... Owen's booked to attend his ABA at the center, i have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chiro's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; and Owen also have to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ortophonist&lt;/span&gt;... i hope it's not too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;demanding&lt;/span&gt; for his snot filled head.  it will complete the full house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ozonation&lt;/span&gt;... we have mice and ants in the attic and hope that it will deter them from feeling home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't think much last night about leaving the attic trap open, but we can say today that there are 3 mice fewer up there now.  i heard some noise upstairs and Andy went to check and our cat was playing with one and so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt; it in a jar.   today, she was guarding my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lazy boy&lt;/span&gt; as one had made it it's refuge and one didn't survive our mice hunter.  we first thought about letting it open again tonight and let Daphne go at them for an other round, but she might still be tired from her last crazy night and kids not letting her sleep through the day. and i also was wondering about the risk of letting them migrate before the "O&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hoping to keep a live mouse in a trap.  we heard that it help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;attract&lt;/span&gt; the others in the trap, but the first one we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt; last week, escaped, and today, the other one died.  there's the young mouse left but it's the one Daphne injured.  don't know if it will affect its longevity.  the other problem is that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;appear&lt;/span&gt; the mouse are escaping the trap... not much of a trap then is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3477368468503161176?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3477368468503161176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3477368468503161176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3477368468503161176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3477368468503161176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/04/winter-of-snot.html' title='The Winter of Snot'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-5297108449684830364</id><published>2007-04-14T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:42:13.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>weeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Quirk Factor: 45%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-5297108449684830364?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/5297108449684830364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=5297108449684830364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5297108449684830364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/5297108449684830364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/04/weeee.html' title='weeee'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3966251476493880653</id><published>2007-03-27T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:29.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a new addiction</title><content type='html'>ever fell in love at first bite? this weekend, it happened to me, we went to bulk barn and found a new serie of snackage. decided to try the pumpkin seed one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046788636835843554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RgnLhrMUDeI/AAAAAAAAABc/33EMnZrvTqM/s320/P3250079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so good, my hubby had to go buy the 3rd bag of it today.  we can't keep em in stock. at least, i'm not the only one who can't get enough of em. i know the kids love them too. then again, if they didn't like them, there would be more for me. ah well, at least, it's full of good nutritional stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3966251476493880653?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3966251476493880653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3966251476493880653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3966251476493880653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3966251476493880653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-new-addiction.html' title='I found a new addiction'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RgnLhrMUDeI/AAAAAAAAABc/33EMnZrvTqM/s72-c/P3250079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-1778629575493100207</id><published>2007-03-25T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:29.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>if, one day, by accident, you stumbled on a piece of creation that looked strangely like something you did years ago? has that ever hapened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm asking that because it just so happened to me last night. i stumbled on &lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml07/07125.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (look at the foot), and it imediately reminded me of some pendent i made over 10 years ago in college, while taking a jewelery making class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046015556204239010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RgcMadamGKI/AAAAAAAAABU/SteLby0Ik6A/s320/File0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;theirs is cheap and full of lead and mine is sterling silver though.  so mine is worth much more then just $1.  and i'm not selling it.  i've got a hunch my daughter might want to ware it someday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chantal,  standing on one foot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-1778629575493100207?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/1778629575493100207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=1778629575493100207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/1778629575493100207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/1778629575493100207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RgcMadamGKI/AAAAAAAAABU/SteLby0Ik6A/s72-c/File0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-366254177961167585</id><published>2007-03-22T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:11:55.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tag you rit...blog it!</title><content type='html'>Random Questions Share, taken from &lt;a href="http://thescatterbraintina.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;'s blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture fully naked? nop&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? yes, i was the first i knew to paint a bedroom brown, they laughed at me, and now i see brown walls in almost every houses hehe&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? Nope&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? YES&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? Yes, although it's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a crush? yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped?Yep&lt;br /&gt;8. Stolen someones heart? I guess so yeah, hope they'll forgive me&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? yeah, more then once&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight?nop, just karate sparring&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your house? does sneeking in count?&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? yep&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? Nope&lt;br /&gt;14. Made Out With A Stranger? yep, verry strange&lt;br /&gt;15. Left your house without telling your parents? nop&lt;br /&gt;16. Had a crush on your neighbour? Nope&lt;br /&gt;17. Ditched school to do something more fun? no&lt;br /&gt;18. Slept in a bed with a member of the opposite sex? I would hope so....&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen someone die? yep, my dad&lt;br /&gt;20. Been on a plane? Yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed a picture? don't recall&lt;br /&gt;22. Slept in until 3? yes, i did work night shifts a few times&lt;br /&gt;23. Love someone or miss someone right now? yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yes&lt;br /&gt;25. Made a snow angel? yes&lt;br /&gt;26. Played dress up? yes&lt;br /&gt;27. Cheated while playing a game? nop&lt;br /&gt;28. Been lonely? yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes&lt;br /&gt;30. Yelled at a friend? probably&lt;br /&gt;31. Felt an earthquake? yes although at first we thought it was the dog at my friend's appartment that was shaking a leg hehe&lt;br /&gt;32. Touched a snake? ick, no, don't want to.  i had an iguanna for a while and that's as reptilian as it goes for me&lt;br /&gt;33. Ran a red light? no but missed a stop once&lt;br /&gt;34. Been suspended from school? nop&lt;br /&gt;35. Had detention?no&lt;br /&gt;36. Been in a car accident?yep&lt;br /&gt;37. Hated the way you look? yep&lt;br /&gt;38. Witnessed a crime? not dirrectly, but i saw the crowd gather around the victim&lt;br /&gt;39. Pole danced? no thanks&lt;br /&gt;40. Been lost? yep&lt;br /&gt;41. Been to the opposite side of the country? only in my mother's belly&lt;br /&gt;42. Felt like dying? yep&lt;br /&gt;43. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? yeah&lt;br /&gt;44. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yep&lt;br /&gt;45. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? YES&lt;br /&gt;45. Sang in the shower? yes, best acoustics in there&lt;br /&gt;46. Made out in a park? maybe&lt;br /&gt;47. Had a dream that you married someone? a few months ago i dreamed i was gonna marry my hubby... like we weren't married yet, wierd huh?&lt;br /&gt;48. Glued your hand to something? nop&lt;br /&gt;49. Got your tongue stuck to a pole? nope&lt;br /&gt;50. Ever gone to school partially naked? nope&lt;br /&gt;51. Been a cheerleader? nope&lt;br /&gt;52. Sat on a roof top? dont' remember&lt;br /&gt;53. Didn't take a shower for a week? maybe, when i had mono, i think&lt;br /&gt;54. Too scared to watch scary movies alone? Don't like them&lt;br /&gt;55. Played chicken? nope&lt;br /&gt;56. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No&lt;br /&gt;58. Been easily amused?small things amuses me&lt;br /&gt;59. Mooned and or flashed someone? nop, eu wait, yeah once, is there such a thing as half flash? hehe&lt;br /&gt;60. Cheated on a test? no but someone thought i did so i agreed to his allegation saying i was getting my answers from God, i got the strangest look from him hehe&lt;br /&gt;61. Forgotten someone's name? all the time.&lt;br /&gt;62. Slept naked? yes, but with kids it's better to have PJs&lt;br /&gt;63. Gone skinny dipping? yep, once, it was very dark&lt;br /&gt;64. Blacked out from drinking? Yup&lt;br /&gt;65. Played a prank on someone? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;66. Gone to a late night movie? nop&lt;br /&gt;67. Made love to anything not human? ewww, nooo&lt;br /&gt;68. Failed a class? yes&lt;br /&gt;69. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? no&lt;br /&gt;70. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? No, i don't think i could do anything for that long&lt;br /&gt;71. Cheated on a boy/girl friend? no&lt;br /&gt;72. Thrown strange objects? define strange&lt;br /&gt;73. Felt like killing someone? no&lt;br /&gt;74. Felt like running away? yeah&lt;br /&gt;75. Have you ever ran away? no, had nowhere to run to :S&lt;br /&gt;76. Made a parent cry? yes&lt;br /&gt;77. Cried over someone? YES&lt;br /&gt;78. Had sex more than 3 times in one day? i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;80. Had/Have a dog? no&lt;br /&gt;81. Own an instrument? yep, wanna buy a bass guitare?  i also have a guitar but i keep that one.  wish i could have a violin and i sometime miss my piano&lt;br /&gt;82. Been in a band? no&lt;br /&gt;83. Drank 25 sodas in a day? no&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken a CD? Yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Shot a gun? yes, at a pop can&lt;br /&gt;86. Had feelings for one of your best/good friends? yep...  married him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-366254177961167585?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/366254177961167585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=366254177961167585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/366254177961167585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/366254177961167585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tag-you-ritblog-it.html' title='tag you rit...blog it!'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-1351759347961001905</id><published>2007-03-16T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:08:08.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>An other day bite the dust</title><content type='html'>Starting with thursday, ya ya, how about living in the present, right? well, that's what happen when your making other plans. ok, so trusday, got up at 5:30 to get in town for 8am... no wonder i'm so out of touch with time, i'm not made to function this early. but none the less we had to be in town because at 10am we had to be at the optometris for Owen's eye exam, yeah, that one we've been preparing for oh, a month now? and figured it would be more timely to do is work in town before the apointment. and 30 minute before going to the optometrist, i had to put drops in his eyes. ahahah, more like 45 minute before i should've prepared fore, cause it took 15 minutes to put 2 drop in each eyes. and as much as we hated it, we had to do it by force, because, he just wouldn't cooperate at all. never, did i ever had so much trouble putting droplets in one eye. and had to be careful not to poke his eye in the process. that's enough already to ruin all the work we had done to get him to look into the machine. but i brought the secret weapon hehe, the one to break fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for sure, we got to the machine, and he was more prudent around it then the last time. he would sit behind it, but wouldn't assume the position to look into it. that's when i take him down from the seat and stand Vivian in his place. she looks, she does it very well. she does it so well, Owen figure, if she can do it, so can i. and we get the mesurement we need for his new eye prescription. now we only need to choose his frame. and pay for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that food was in the order. Ponderosa, as usual, it's the easiest place to get something they'll eat. and a girl to go with that? euh, not sure where the girl come from. they sat beside us for a while and the girl started palying peekaboo with Owen and they had a blast. didn't eat much though. isn't that a first sign of love? ah well. hehe, he's still to young to even ask her name so what can you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Sears to pick up my new &lt;a href="http://www.hoover.com/FloorMate/xq/asp.H3030/CatID.19/ProdID.241/ModID.1910/qx/FloorMateSpinScrub500.htm"&gt;machine&lt;/a&gt;. guess what i've been doing since then.   euh, floors.  one by one, i'm getting them all done.  it's a lot better then being stuck doing the same room for a week.  can i tell you my feeling about floors?  i hate texture. dirt get stuck in it and it's hard to get it out.  next time i get floors redone, i pick smooth surfaces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just hope the roads are not too bad tomorrow morning. because i want a chicken!!!  the only place i can get them is at the farmer's market on saturday.  chicken and other meat products.  all med and chemical free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that i'm all cough up with time.  i better go do what i should do at this time... bed time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, no time for time or time out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-1351759347961001905?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/1351759347961001905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=1351759347961001905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/1351759347961001905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/1351759347961001905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/03/other-day-bite-dust.html' title='An other day bite the dust'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-346697286422463616</id><published>2007-03-10T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:09:32.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! smell you later!!!</title><content type='html'>We came home today to a thunder fresh smelling house.  no more bad smell and if there were critters, they should be gone too.  the house was flooded with ozone made up from the oxigen that was occupying the house, so in other words, there was very little oxigene left to breath if any.  i'm hoping that it's also the end of colds. i'm sick of runny noses and feeling under the weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back home, i made a stop at frenchies, not so entusiatic about what i found for me, it's not the greatest, but i found a lot of nice stuff for the kids. i had to make 2-3 round of elimination, because i knew it was gonna be too much for my liking at the cash register.   why is it so easy to shop for the kids and so much more difficult to shop for me. i hate shopping for me.  on the bright side, i saw a friend i hadn't seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, we took Owen with us to the team meeting so we could take him to the optometrist's office after for an other session of positive enforcement to get confortable with the eye exam mashine.  it went pleasingly well, he looked into it and was even able to get a few readings, although he would move at the last minute and we're not totaly sure the mesures are acurate but it's gonna be different with the drops in the eyes next week. so that evening, Owen went to sleep at 10pm, after we stopped at the restorent at 9pm for a late supper.  what bugs me is that while we were sitting, eating our meal, a group of young peoples came to sit at the table right next to us and felt it was a dishonor to sit so close to a "2 years old" pfft! why not pick an other table?  they even complained about the table, the service and anything they could thing of complaining about.  rude! rude! so rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last weekend hehe, i'm going backward am i? hehe last weekend, i had the blessing to meet father Melvin Doucette. we attended his retreat on the prayer of contemplation.  it was verry interresting and he also celebrated a healling mass.  maybe i'll try to go see him in P.E.I. with my mom this summer.  If only we could have more priest like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's been a lot of "out of routine events" lately for the kids.  hope it will not affect the routine too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to move your clock ahead an hour tonight, if daylight saving time apply to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's later then it really is and i really should go to bed now. dunno how i'll be able to fool my body but i don't like the idea of losing 1 hour tonight :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, losing time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-346697286422463616?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/346697286422463616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=346697286422463616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/346697286422463616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/346697286422463616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-smell-you-later.html' title='Hey! smell you later!!!'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6302447047900523641</id><published>2007-03-01T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:58:33.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self exploration</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5A36BB17.jpeg&amp;c1=I am the clay in the potters hands. 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exploration'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-7804934996673847700</id><published>2007-02-28T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:30.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen VS Optometrist</title><content type='html'>it's been a struggle for over a year now. it's to make us wonder how we got him to look in the machine the first time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvjrgW6uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vP_ejqk4BKA/s1600-h/P2210050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036765523280849634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvjrgW6uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vP_ejqk4BKA/s200/P2210050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this time around they got a new machine, with a more interresting picture then a plain boring white star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvj7gW6vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V7ckGFHsz_Q/s1600-h/P2210048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036765527575816946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvj7gW6vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V7ckGFHsz_Q/s200/P2210048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he got interrested in seeing the image of the farm, but when he got to the machine, again he froze.  didn't want to get near it.  so i thought, if he sees his little sister look into it, he'll get more curious about it and what to know what he's missing out on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvkbgW6xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_7HJTHGHjM/s1600-h/P2210053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036765536165751570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvkbgW6xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_7HJTHGHjM/s200/P2210053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just as i thought, it worked, even though he wouldn't trust the machine completely and wouldn't get his chin on the chin rest.  it's progress and we're working on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvkLgW6wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ceezgvq7Qkk/s1600-h/P2210055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036765531870784258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvkLgW6wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ceezgvq7Qkk/s200/P2210055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was actualy last week, we went again this morning,  before his speech therapist's apointment and he did put his chin down, but not very long at a time.  the technician felt she could have oportunities to take the mesurements, but each time she adjust the machine to do so,  the moving parts and little noise make him suspect something and he moves away.  so we plan on going again once more before his actual apointment.  hope it works well.  or i might have to resort to gravols.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chantal, eye eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-7804934996673847700?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/ReYvjrgW6uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vP_ejqk4BKA/s72-c/P2210050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6463132661769936680</id><published>2007-02-28T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:08:29.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Thankyou to Nancy</title><content type='html'>Yes, Nancy, you have my profound Gratitude. the tidbit of information you shared with me last night saved us around $1000 and probably more. but i'll explain how for anyone else who might be reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, my Dear Nancy, told me about a 50% sale on all that you can carry yourself out of the "Sleep Works" bed store she passes by every day on her way to work. i though it was gread and well timed as i wanted to get a exposed wool topper for Vivian's new toddler bed mattress i got her yesterday. and i wanted to get it from that very same place. so i went today after we were finished with Owen's apointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning on making it a short trip. for one thing, because, let's face it. you can't just carry out a set of mattress under your arm right? turned out, as she was finishing a sale. i learned that all mattress on stock were half price too!!!! and as it happened, she had the one i was planning to buy for the past 6 months or more on the floor. after some consideration tho, i wanted something a bit softer. and it just happened she had one she needed to return, but just because it was sent to the store the wrong size. only $200 more and suited me better. only thing is, how do i carry it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went back home 4o minutes drive to drop Owen off and pick up hubby. got my mom to look after the kids, we got all passenger seats out and now my new bed is made in my bedroom. i'm so excited and looking forward to a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so overdue for a new bed. i've been sleeping on a futon mattress of poor quality for the past 10 years and for half of it, it's been like sleeping in a nest. could also explain why i've been needing to go to the chiro every 2 weeks for so long and i couldn't see a time in the near future when it would change. so it bring new hope of wellbeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it even more interresting. while i was there, there's a lady that the bed store owner knew that walk in and we started to talk ozone generator, other air purifiers and various health info. she found it so stange, saying she don't believe in coincidences and felt like an urge that she had to come to the store. i also admitted that i hadn't plan on buying a bed today and had not everything dragged on today the way it did, i would't be there at that time. it was quite strange too how she said that everything happens for a reason and that's something i've been saying a lot too since i've had my paradigme shift with my faith. i'm not too sure where it will lead, but there must be a reason for it. we've exchanged contact infor and let God's plan unfold from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is, i believe, something happening in my life, of spiritual nature. i can't really put my finger on it yet, but there are things happening, strange "coincidence" as one might say, but i don't believe in coincidence either. so i'm not too sure what to call them. a health nut with religious belief... like me? that would be very interresting hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other incidence that i've noticed lately... it might sound wierd, but yesterday, as i was waiting to be registerd for my apointment at the hospital, just as i sat in the waiting room, there's 2 ladies that started talking about a common aquaintance that lived in my town, i live in a very small town. then someone going to the registering counter mentionned my mother's town of origine, that is a bit further up north, on the same road that lead here. and not long after... there's a lady that was sitting right next to me and she started humming Amazing Grace. don't think i need to read much into it. i think it's just a way for God to let me know he's there, in a subtle way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are other incidence i could think of, they seem to run in clusters of 3 situation of similar subject. I don't know if God mind me saying it all for anyone to read. so i guess i'll leave it at that for now and i'll only say this: God, I love you and thank you very much. You make me want to sing, Glory to You in the highest, Holy is your Name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank my husband for being who he is, thank you for the kindness and loving support. there might be days where i feel bummed out, but i remain greatful. my life is blessed and it is a joy that carries me in good times as in bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, once again, Thank you Nancy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited] ... i forgot to mention that i was the last one to get the 50% [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6463132661769936680?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6463132661769936680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6463132661769936680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6463132661769936680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6463132661769936680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/02/thousand-thankyou-to-nancy.html' title='A Thousand Thankyou to Nancy'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6718383861411637296</id><published>2007-02-09T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:19:35.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a few sticks left</title><content type='html'>that's what it all came down to again at the biginning of the week, after dear hubby went to get a few minivan loads of wood from his parents last week.   yep, it burns fast around this time and since we had no clue how much wood to buy in the fall,  we fell short.  the wood we had in the fall was not all that dry either so it was hard to light and burn and it took a lot of it to generate some heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to find someone who still had some wood for sale and quick.  called one around town and his equipment is away for the winter.  the other number had no answer.  found one in the paper but felt bad about calling someone outside of town especialy since one lady who live up the road said her brother still had some wood, all cut and dry.  the only problem is, although she walks her dogs every day past our house, i dont' have her phone number, don't know her last name... but things worked well after all because she was walking by just before i made the decision to dial the other guys.   so i ran to the door in a rush to call her.  she was able to connect me with her bro and now we have wood for the rest of the winter, i hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy brought in a few wheelbarow's load in the house before to go to work and we threw a few sticks in the furnace.  as i was getting the kids ready for bed, there was this overheating smell, like when you turn on a baseboard heater for the first time of the season.  i looked at the thermostat for the entrace heater and it was on, so i thought it could've been that.  bur after Vivian was in bed, i went down to put more wood as, small sticks burn faster... that's mainly what we received this time, not much i'd consider overnight logs.  and to my surprise, the furnace's temperature was way over the top.  never seen it that high and the draft was still open.  so i ran upstairs to turn the termostat down so it would shut it.  made sure the heat ducts were open so the heat could escape, even went outside to sheck if there were flames comming out the cheminy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was glad when the furnace started to cool down some.  those might be small sticks but they burn HOT!!! look like we're not going to need as much wood to maintain same heat comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an other note, i heard some news that warmed my soul this week.  &lt;a href="http://www.ourladyofpei.ca/index.html"&gt;Father Melvin Doucette&lt;/a&gt; is comming near by again.  i had missed his last visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.calvaryabbey.com/"&gt;Trapist monastery&lt;/a&gt;.  Andy's even taking some time off so we can go this time.   i wish it would have landed on his days off, but i'm very greatful for his willingness to use his vacation time for that purpose.   His only hope is that we can get our wood for the next winter delivered for his vacation so he can cut wood the rest of the time.   althought i think he's interrested to see if work would allow him to only take his day shifts off, that's all we need really for the trip.  we'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, "it's warm, warm, warm" ~ quote from Owen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6718383861411637296?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6718383861411637296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6718383861411637296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6718383861411637296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6718383861411637296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-few-sticks-left.html' title='Only a few sticks left'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-570861581122034385</id><published>2007-02-05T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:30.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atchoooo Sneeezaroooo</title><content type='html'>so for some of the year to this date, we've been sick. yep, when not one, it's an other, but the bug hasn't left us a break in over a month. what a nice year so far. i'm trying to boost my immune system every way i can think of to no avail. i'm getting a good tast of the flue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired... and i started to think about what else could make a difference. yesterday, my inlaws came to visit and my mother in law mentionned about the ionizer she got in her bedroom for the past year and how she hasn't had an year infection since. and i remember she used to have them a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it got us tinking about getting something too. we first considered the &lt;a href="http://www.comforthouse.com/emffilvshepf.html"&gt;Germ Guardian&lt;/a&gt;. but would it really suit us? then what about the one my mom in law has? a bit more expensive but it works for her? and finaly we decided to make the big step, the one we've been considering for a few years now, and it would not only take care of the germs, it could take care of the pesky summer bugs too. like ants and spiders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so andy made the call today to order the Ozonator&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028234029106458770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RcfgNXBr8JI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AP4OqIkPbcE/s320/Ozonator.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and it was being shipped today. hopping for friday, *hope* *hope* *hope* i guess what make me anxious is ordering long distance and not knowing how it will be handled at the border. this machine is made powerfull enough for professional use.  so if anyone want their house freshended up, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also recently heard about the benefits of &lt;a href="http://www.coconutoil.com/"&gt;coconut oil,&lt;/a&gt;  and curious about what it could do for me but am not ready to buy a small jar for $19 so my husband told me he'd get coconuts and i can pass them trough my juicer... i was skeptick at first but i tried one and it work well enough for me.  it even kept me full all morning.  so today in my errands, i stumbled across a display of nice big coconuts full of splish splashy milk.  they were even a bit cheaper then the one my dear hubby bought.  so i picked up half a dozen.  what?  one a day! :)  i'll share, i promiss.  i think owen's getting a tast for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, sick, nut and all bugged out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-570861581122034385?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/570861581122034385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=570861581122034385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/570861581122034385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/570861581122034385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/02/atchoooo-sneeezaroooo.html' title='Atchoooo Sneeezaroooo'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/RcfgNXBr8JI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AP4OqIkPbcE/s72-c/Ozonator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-495239870351969577</id><published>2007-01-25T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:57:05.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 3 events</title><content type='html'>some good, some bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, after baking some hot biscuits for a big breakfast,  i decided to try the self clean on my oven.  it ran for 3 hours,  and just after it started and locked the door, Cindy, the worker that assist owen with ABA,  told me her mother didn't take her grills out and they got dull.  did i take my grills out?  noooooo!  so guess what, i got dull grills, yep!  but my oven is clean, wow,  no scrubbing and it turned a dark and crusty oven that was getting smoaky into a, well, clean one hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i proceded to continue washing the dining room floor, that is hard wood, worn out and although we mopped it every now and then,  there's nothing like a good scrub with a brush to get all the dirt from the previous tennants.  did i tell you how bad this place has been neglected?  i already scrubbed the kitchen tiles, and let me tell you, it really needed it.  but i didn't get enough time or energy to do the complete dinning area today.  tomorrow is an other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is Owen who was very tired, and didn't make it to suppertime, he went to sleep in the play room,  didn't want to go in his bed so Andy took some coutch cushions and a blanket.  when he woke up, wasn't even interrested in eating, he went to bed with a feaver.  Vivian didn't feel her best either, she fell asleep in my arm before supper and had her nursing before she had some supper, then rocked to sleep. it look like i might have to cancel Owen's ABA for tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, 3's enough for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-495239870351969577?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/495239870351969577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=495239870351969577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/495239870351969577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/495239870351969577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/01/todays-3-events.html' title='Today&apos;s 3 events'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3650658757902605481</id><published>2007-01-23T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:34:31.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You know the Bible 100%!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Wow!  You are awesome!  You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader!  The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all!  You are fantastic!     &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/ultimate_bible_quiz" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ultimate Bible Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Create MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3650658757902605481?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3650658757902605481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3650658757902605481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3650658757902605481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3650658757902605481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/01/bible-nut.html' title='Bible nut'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6972993361029825430</id><published>2007-01-22T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:44:08.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm mad, mad maaaad</title><content type='html'>but im not angry, just bad, eu, no, no i mean mad, yeah! mooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sense? no, probly not, i'm totaly drawn out, like blank, trying to set myself to acomplish the task i intend to do, but nothing get done, well, breakfast was done, but not the crock pot that was supose to be cooking till suppertime... instead it was put inthere at suppertime. i didn't make the soupe i would've like to do, instead, made a hurry up soup. then again, mister noodle might have tasted better. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of day dreaming, i guess i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was working so hard accomplishing nothing, the kids were hard at work getting in trouble haha, found them grating an old avon angel shaped soap into my bedroom's heat duct. grabbed the body on the floor and asked owen to surrender the head and leave the bedroom. he would've liked me to start the ceiling fan, so i lead him to his bedroom, so he could admire that ceiling fan instead... so everything is fine right, no big deal. just a bit of soap rubbed on the grill. and some crumbs on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little later, too much quietness again, and i go back to peak at their deeds. at the heat duct again, this time shreading paper and sticking the pieces in. oh no, no no, , that's too much thank you, this is not something we do, please leave the room, leave now, you too Vivian. oh but she did not like that, but that it please her not, it's still something we don't do, please move on. i'm not in the mood for the magical mistery heat duct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was something i dear son did that made me proud and i wanted to mention it but, with my space brain, i forgot. *blank look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could tell you that a few days ago, or wee morning, daphne was making so much noise i had to go see what she was up to, and found out she was playing with a shrew, and it was still partly alive... did i already say that in a not so far away blog? i think i'm really on a loop. anyway, i got tweezers and mannaged to pick it up by the tail, showed it back to daphne and she batted it away and kept playing with it, it not moving much so i pick it up again, and figure i'd throw it in the furnace... it's a shrew, what else would you do? well, i guess i did the wrong thing, cause as i was throwing it in, it fell, yep, not in the furnace, but 1 inch short of it, and as soon as it hit the floor, it ran under the furnace *blink blink* what? it didn't run when daphne was batting it around? what happened? now i can only hope daphne will catch it again. so i guess next time, it's not gonna be fire, but water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this evening and last. daphne has been keeping a very close eye on the side wall of the kitchen. andy had bought some live mouse trap so i thought i'd put one there just in case. should find out sooner or later if our mouse hunter is sitting there for a good reason or just wishfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yeah, owen broke his glasses... again, i supose i should call the optometrist even if i can't get the glasses in right away, at least they can order the part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting too lasy to keep a chain of tought so i'm gonna call it quit for tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal in the loony days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6972993361029825430?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6972993361029825430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6972993361029825430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6972993361029825430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6972993361029825430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-mad-mad-maaaad.html' title='I&apos;m mad, mad maaaad'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6441835641403927585</id><published>2007-01-16T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:30.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it burning or freez like a log</title><content type='html'>Now i can seriously say that it feel more like a real winter. minus 21º C last night and even colder tonight, brrr, my finger are freezing on the keyboard... no heat in the computer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had closed the play room off for the night to keep the rest of the house warmer and it did that just fine. but i regretted doing it none the less... the play room's temperature was not a whole lot above freezing temperature and it took a long time to go back up, so owen had to work in a cold room in the mornin with his worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to improve the play room whenever i can so it work better for his ABA service. i had to fix one of the kid's chair, we maide some shelving on the wall to use instead of a cupboard. i make sure the little heater is in the room to keep it warm. i put back the window i had removed between the play room and the diningroom. it was too much of an occasion for Vivian to be a distraction to Owen. and now i started painting the windown so she can't peep through and clown around for owen. she can be such a commedian. the next day, i allowed them to paint on one of the unpainted window and here's the result of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021203889197412482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRJyS86K5fA/Ra7mVXBr8II/AAAAAAAAAAM/ItTgyuSWCKg/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, part of it hehe. it was funny to watch her paint from the knees, holding the paintbrush at the very tip and making big movement assisted from springs in her leggs, she looked like a little renaissance artist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after Owen's spinning phase, he entered a tearing phase, boxes included, but some one else thought about doing &lt;a href="http://theurbanmyths.blogspot.com/2007/01/music-from-cardboard-box.html"&gt;someting special&lt;/a&gt; with a tot's love for tearing boxes. while we talk about kids and music, there's a video of a girl who recorded &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12Z6pWhM6TA"&gt;a song&lt;/a&gt; when she was 3, now, she's 17 and the video is on youtube hehe. my daughter was with me when i watched and listened to those songs and she kept asking for more cuppy cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think my brain is starting to freeze, i know my feets are getting numb so i should go warm up in my bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chantal, one log at a time, or more, if it fit in the furnace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6441835641403927585?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6441835641403927585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6441835641403927585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6441835641403927585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6441835641403927585'/><link rel='alternate' 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the sneezes. but no it HAD to get to the worst, and just on time too.  ah well, it's over now.   i'm still in recovery mode... 5 days later.  as a wierd side effect of the flue, i get this bad case of gassiness.  burp, farts and all the bloathing to go with it.  anyone else experience this?   i know this flue is going around in what seem to be 3 different set of symptoms.  and not everybody get all of them, some get only the thingly throat.  lucky me, got the whole combo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother was kind enough to brave the infectiousness and help me get some rest by looking after the kids while i was totaly miserable.  then she calls today and by the sound of her voice, i was very hesitant to ask how she was, cause i could already tell that the answer was "not good"  so now it's her turn to get some rest.   i think we're both thankfull for the timing though.  alowed her to help me,  drive me to my chiro's apointment and get her apointment looked after at the same time so she didnt' have to go back this morning as she would've been absolutely unable to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note,  with the help of my good friend &lt;a href="http://crazymrsnancy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; and her hubby, i have a new something for my blog.  i didn't want to change everything, just add a little something new hehe.  hope you like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today we finaly put up the shelves we bought after christmas and that i was too sick to help put up on new year...  in the play room to put away the kids toys.  better then the cupboard we had.  Vivian had found the skill to open it and they were able to scatter the toys all over the room.  now its all open but too high for them to reach, yet.   i'm sure eventualy one of em will have the brain to drag a chair.  at least they'll only be able to reach the bottom shelf for some time.   i'm a bit surprised at how much of it we were able to fill of it already though.  i was expecting to have more free space then that.   maybe i need to look again for toys they have outgrown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love the fact that christmas was a good motivator to deal with clutter.   it look so good with less messyness and stuff out of place.    now it almost look acceptable for peoples to come visit us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal updated for the New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6742682336919846000?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-1836076029102299718</id><published>2006-12-30T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:49:48.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneezing my way to the new year</title><content type='html'>arcktchooooooo! sniffle snifffsifff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, just 2 days away from the new years and i have to catch my first cold of the year.  and just well timed to pass on to the next, how cool is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, i get to miss the traditional family reunion.  one of the few where we get to see most of the family at once.   not that many peoples talk to me.  i've felt like the invisible one for quite some time.  but it get a chance for the kids to get toghether, play and have fun like we used to do when we were kids.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my new year's eve plan, are to sleep it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had some sopping to do so i didn't get to rest and get comfy.  got shelving to put into the play room so we can organise the toys better.  a new 3 way dimmer switch for the entrance light.  the old one was really dying and down right anoying.   we also got a new thermostat for the wood furnace but there's a riddle that came with it.  our current thermostat is so old that it doesn't have the wire designation label we need to follow the instruction.  this new thermostat has connection for 5 of 6 wires, and we only have 2 wires.  and since it's the christmass and new year season.  we'll have to wait a bit before to get customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahtchoo time to go to bed *blow nose*&lt;br /&gt;chantal all miserible... with a small "c"  because i don't quite feel myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take my quiz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chatterbean.com/uquiz/myquiz20061223211317693.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take This Quiz&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.chatterbean.com/createyourownquiz/display_quiz_scores.php?qid=myquiz20061223211317693.php" target="_blank"&gt;See Scores&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.chatterbean.com/createyourownquiz" target="_blank"&gt;Make Own Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-2051032321461675548?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/2051032321461675548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-8683746392781307388</id><published>2006-12-23T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:51:30.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you cold?</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.queenofpeace.ca/Challenging_Warming_Alarmism.htm"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; on global warming that bring forth a different theory then what i heard so far...   according to this, we do affect our environement with our polution but we would be giving ourself far too much credit for how much of it we do influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look like they found out that there are warmings every 1500 years.  enough that they were able to grow crops in greenland at one point so we're not even that warm yet.   apparently the most of this recent warming occured durring the 1940's.  and here i thought that it get so cold even in the past 15 years.  make me wonder how cold and depressing it must have been before  the 40's?  brrrrrrr.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long those warming cycles usualy last, because i could get used to this warmer milder winter time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  frozen feet and blue nose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-8683746392781307388?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/8683746392781307388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=8683746392781307388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/8683746392781307388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/8683746392781307388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-cold.html' title='Are you cold?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3882172382740759311</id><published>2006-12-18T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:42:40.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombi Thumping</title><content type='html'>this post is 2 days old, and i'm still a zombi&lt;br /&gt;~*~ ~*~ ~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only 5:30pm and we're done eating supper... it might sound like the normal time to feed two tots but i think otherwise...  they still have 1 hour and 30 minutes to play or what not before bedtime routine.  and to top it off, bathnight is only tomorrow so i can't even use that to spend some time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a day shift for Andy and my mom had events to attend all day so i didn't even get her usual help that is especialy welcomed around naptime where i can sleep regardless of the kids decision to snooze or not....  today, well, they didn't, i don't think they did and it was making it difficult for me to rest, and i really needed it.  i believe i was falling asleep as owen was doing his 15 minute pre-nap rocking, while nursing.   it was hurting to stay awake.   so after he went in his room, i took Vivian in bed with me to nurse her and she didn't indulge very long that she actualy wanted to go in the play pen.   ok, so there you go!  but after a short period, she either beg to go on the potty or get naked, whitch is an indication also that she want to go on the potty.  this time, she was getting undressed, so i took her on the potty and changed her diaper, took her back in play pen.  she played and babbled and complained about getting out at times.  she sometime complain a fair bit just before she passes out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'm really not sure what happened, i felt that feeling, that one you get when sleep is just about to overtake you. but then, it got more intense and it felt like a white light was coming to me and penetrate me in my left shoulder.  at first i though it had to be good, then i had some doubt. i started to wonder if i'd die if i let it happen.  looked like someone was walking in through that light.   i started to pray and it remained unchanged but i didn't know what to make of it at this point and i willed to wake up and then back to sleep and at time it was to figure out what was the status with the kids.  and it seemed like i bobbled in and out of sleep, riding that thin limbo feeling.  sometime dipping deeper in the sleep realm and sometime becoming consious but hearing radio?  radio??? but but?  wake up fully, no radio... start driffting again, more radio, wake up, no, just the kids talking and singing a bit and nothing else.  drift again and it sounded like a radio anouncer was talking but i knew it could't be.  so eventualy i decided it was probably late enough and they've been waiting awake long enough, can't have wakefull down time all afternoon.   trying to drag myself out of bed was verry difficult, feeling guilty for trying to take a nap when they don't and yet feeling like i needed to sleep much longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me more time then i care for, to get functional again, and durring that time i really couldn't afford to nurse, something Vivian was requesting at the time.  it would've probably knocked me back out of consiousness. i had to say no but that brought a chain reaction of cries.  no one wanted to be reasonable so back in their room untill they could calm down.  that feel very terrible since i felt they already spent more then they should in there.  but it allowed for a more peacefull restart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also mannaged to finish sticking the whole &lt;a href="http://www.hp.ca/portal/hho/holiday/tree_printout.php?jumpid=ng-nov06-project-ht"&gt;christmas tree&lt;/a&gt; on the wall in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ ~*~ ~*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3882172382740759311?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3882172382740759311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3882172382740759311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i had to physicaly move it down to my computer.   i know it's old,  i guess it leads me to ask you,  does blog post have an expiry date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ ~*~ ~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we reached a new step in potty training this morning, Owen's diaper was  dry and he had a good one in the toilette.  i don't think it's gonna be all smooth sailing from there.  but there's hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy found my wedding ring  on the floor of the sun room in a corner...  now all doubts are removed to where i could've lost it.  i didn't, my son did.  he is getting tall enough to have a very good reach over the kitchen counter where i had placed it.... over a week ago.  i'll have to stoped waring it on my pinky, it doesn't fit on my fing finger since i was pregnant of my daughter.  the disadventage of an intricate design is that i can't get it resized.  so i guess i have to find an other way to carry it with me or store it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; z36e.4jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;xdn36jarm5yrk&lt;br /&gt;5505kh4u45;93+4;*tttttteettttttttgfg&lt;br /&gt;ej5&lt;br /&gt;k/r,.4+..8rrr444444re4rrrrrrrrrdfdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·                     ok,  i got 2 monkey on acid sworming around my keyboar      hn            v        nnnnnnnnnbbbb&lt;.bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbnbbbbbbbbbbnbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhkuuuuuuuuoooooo                                                vvvvvvvvvvvvvvhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkukiuknnnnnn      bnjjjlllljjjjkjjjjmnunjcccccccccfgggggbbbbbbbkhkjhkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjjjjkjjjjjjjjjjkjjjkjj                                                                                                                                                                                                                     vvvvvvfvg                vvvvv            the windows.  they left you a message above.  i think it's bath time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ ~*~ ~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, look like they chewed a piece of my post off  with their bbbbnbhhhh,  bah,  i guess that's life with kids :D &lt;br /&gt;did i tell you that Owen (3 years old) is learning to play free cell?  all that hacking away on the puter might pay off one day hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-7470188232664458289?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/7470188232664458289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=7470188232664458289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/7470188232664458289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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one you can view if you're a sceptic but please... DO NOT TRY TO INGEST THIS COMBINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKoB0MHVBvM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-2984677266388297568?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/2984677266388297568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=2984677266388297568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/2984677266388297568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/2984677266388297568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/12/diet-coke-and-mentos.html' title='Diet Coke and Mentos'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-6543971331313840506</id><published>2006-12-04T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:24:56.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow! snow, snow...</title><content type='html'>that's all my daughter could say when we got back home and we allowed her to stand in it.  and she didn't want to get inside, even if her nose fell off.   ok, no her nose didn't fall of, but it was colorful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about colorful and seasonal.  here's a little someting to put you in the&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/testy/AdventCalendar/day5.html"&gt; mood &lt;/a&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we went in town today for one of owen's many apointments, and the roads were still nice when we left.  when we got out of the office,  it was snowing quite a bit and we had to go eat and we did... the restorent was fairly empty so there wasn't much competition at the buffet.  we got out and it had calmed down so we did a few errands and picked up a cellular phone, since there's a fair bit of winter driving involved in going to work for Dear Hubby and for apointments in town...  we need to be reacheable and also be able to call for help if accident happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a $0 phone.  yep, costs us nothing for the phone when we sign up for a 3 years plan.  and since it's going to be usefull for much longer, i thought it was a good deal.  just in pay phone charges to call home from work, we almost pay that much in longdistances and i don't think we'll be using our 220 minutes a months for the little we might use it.  hmmm, 220 minutes, that's 3.6 hours!  that's a lot!!! that's very much a lot for us hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euh?  you want to see my new phone?  well, it's not really mine,  cause Andy's gonna be the one carrying it when going to work. but i'll have it at times too when i have to go intown... so i guess it's our phone.  bah! tough, i'm not showing.  cause really, it's just a phone, and well, who really care what the phone looks like?  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back the road to home was covered and about 5 minutes of the way, there was an accident that didn't look too good.  one car was across the ditch and quite crumpled on the front end.  there were some pieces on the road and on the other side, there was a big flat bed truck resting full length in the ditch.  there were already other vehicles on site as we drove by, one was the phone company.  not sure why, probably just driving by and stopped to help.  so we drove 55km/h on a road that usualy drive 90-100km/h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Owen's service, i was debating wetter i should pick morning or afternoon.  cause he might be in better mood in the morning, around 10 then in the afternoon.  but around 8 he's just getting up or having breakfast and i can't picutre myself getting us up around 6 am, i'm just not a morning person, and it would be 5 am if we had to make it for an in town apointment.  eh eihn, not gonna happen.  on the other hand, in the afternoon, he rarely ever take his nap anymore, he just putter around in his room, banging walls, talking and singing.  we still gave him downtime, because sometime he still fall asleep, and when he does, he sleep a long time.  and it would also be much easier for us to make it in town for his apointments in the afternoon when it's the case.   but today, the Lady in charge of the team that will be providing his service gave me an other option for the at home visits.  from 10 to noon, and then from 12:30 to 2:30pm.  now that would be great i think.  because 10 is, in my opinion, one of his peek time of the day, and finishing at 2:30 would still allow him time for a nap before supper if he wants one.  especialy that after she was done with him today, he really looked like it tired him out hehe.   she mentionned that with that arrangement,  he'd have the one showing up in the morning, going away for lunch and a different one showing up after lunch.  although, that would make for twice as much traveling for the team.  ah well, i guess we'll see.  we should be starting his steady schedule next week.  seems like it's taking for ever to start.  i guess i shouldn't worry too much, she's confident Owen's gonna go through the program like a breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yeah, tomorrow i should remember to call the farm to put my name for a Christmas turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i say, the snow look very nice in the contry?  or is it the contry that look nice with snow on?  make me look forward to get myself a good pare of cross contry skies.  weee, we got a very nice trail that would be perfect for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go put a log in the furnace now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, it's winter, booh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-6543971331313840506?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/6543971331313840506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=6543971331313840506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6543971331313840506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/6543971331313840506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow! snow, snow...'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-3757946186476778183</id><published>2006-11-27T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:15:55.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;over a week ago, we were driving along toward my inlaw's and talking away when we spotted an helicopter high and far. Andy started going on how it would be nice to have one to go to work. sur it would as long as it don't stall, cause if it stop up there, there's nothing keeping you up, unlike a plain that has wings and can glide. still wouldn't have to worry about slippery roads in the middle of winter though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear hubby was a bit on the tired side and felt it would be better to make a pitstop at tim horton. as we near the drive through, i say, speaking of chopper... here's one, how odd of a place for it? oh wait! it's the helicopter we just saw a few minutes ago. and they're going for a coffee. ha! and there's even a paved landing spot marked and all for them, imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not making this up, here. i even took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2018/2242/1600/Helicopter%20to%20Tim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2018/2242/320/Helicopter%20to%20Tim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantal,  happy on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-3757946186476778183?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/3757946186476778183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=3757946186476778183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3757946186476778183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/3757946186476778183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-stop.html' title='Big Stop'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-8003797923171123878</id><published>2006-11-21T04:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:21:17.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here i am at 5 O'clock in the morning</title><content type='html'>Gah, nothing as romantic as the song would imply here.  or was it 4 am?  there might be a song for both time tho and i was up at that time too.   left my computer at around what?  11:30 or so to nurse baby...  fell asleep and woke up to a cold house, brrrrr, fire's out, not even some good ambers to keep it going, Oh joy! i have to start it all over again, that's why i'm here you see.  cause i have to baby it for a while to make sure it takes well and add bigger stuff to it gradualy, yaddy yaddy yadda, YAY!  got to love it.  but i guess i shouldn't complain, i was the one who was looking forward to wood heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm here, it's early, too early in the morning, and i have to go in town with the kids again today.  Owen is having his first apointment for the service of ABA.  this one is in town but i hope most of it will happen at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our trip in town today, or errr, rather yesterday,  i got myself a new &lt;a href="http://www.timex.com/gp/product/B000JVZGKY/sr=1-10/qid=1164100662/ref=sr_1_10/002-8097240-4973645?ie=UTF8&amp;m=A1S5XB33AHYRMX&amp;amp;n=238511011&amp;timexBrand=core"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt;.  i felt that i will need one with all those apointments in and out of town.  like, when we go in town,  we can drop him off with the interventionist for his 4 hour thing, then go do our errands and come back when he's done... don't want to forget him there for longer then needed.  that remind me, we should also look into picking up a cell phone so we can be reached if something happen during that 4 hour and we are needed back sooner then expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oups, sound like Vivian woke up again and andy's up too, i better go back up, fire seem to be well now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning!&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-8003797923171123878?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/8003797923171123878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=8003797923171123878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/8003797923171123878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/8003797923171123878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-am-at-5-oclock-in-morning.html' title='Here i am at 5 O&apos;clock in the morning'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-4934788815331232181</id><published>2006-11-17T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:57:50.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I really that good?</title><content type='html'>maybe i calmed down a bit hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffdab9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Very Good Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/very-good-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 90% Good and 10% Bad&lt;br /&gt;You're a perfect angel - almost impossibly so&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever feel like being a little bad?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-4934788815331232181?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/4934788815331232181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-4447339800568613029</id><published>2006-11-13T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:25:10.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ku, you ku, sudoku</title><content type='html'>it's a bit rough since dear husband is working a few more shift then usual but so far, still alive.&lt;br /&gt;the kids are getting some fussy at time.  hard to keep up with them.  i guess i can't really blame vivian though, she's got 4 molars comming out at once wich make for rough nights and some iritability during the day.  got the embasol and tylenol, not much more i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, my mom said she got into sudoku and said it was quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;- easy?  did you say easy?  i can't be bothered with them.  i don't have that kind of patience.&lt;br /&gt;-  no honest, it's easy. &lt;br /&gt;-  bah! ok, that's nice. &lt;br /&gt;-  once you know how to do them, it goes very fast&lt;br /&gt;-  i tried and it's not my thing&lt;br /&gt;-  i'll bring you my book i bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure enough she brought it today and got to read the instructions and i did learn a few details that evaded me before.  so armed with better knowledge i grab my weapon of sudokie and sudoaway to it. don't try to stop me, i'm sudocentring, the ku is with me.  wayaah.  that's it?  ok, so i can do it now.  i can now officialy inform to Nancy and Tina that i can sudoku too.  so i guess next time you guys have a sudorace, i don't really have the excuse of it going over my head.  lathough i'm just a newkubie.  i've only done 2 this afternoon so far.  and pen and paper is quite nicer then i thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know tho,  my mom offered to leave me the book but i insisted she take it back, i don't want to have that kind of convenience tempting me to sudoku all day long. i don't find it all that trilling, but it's how can i say that?  it, it takes your brains off of other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chantal, kunikuku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-4447339800568613029?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/4447339800568613029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=4447339800568613029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/4447339800568613029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/4447339800568613029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Breath in, Bread out.....  maybe i'm too tired to realise i'm stressed?   if my hands weren't hurting and so useless, i'd pick up an ax and i'd go mad on some trees in the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not angry, it's just peoples that don't make sense to me.   ok, maybe i have a  beef.  first of all, my husband already have a messed up shift of 8 day cycle... making it tricky for apointments, and with the kids, you can bet there are apointments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's not so bad, i have printed out a special callendar that follow me everywhere with his schedule so i know when it's ok to take apointments.  now, there's this guy that work on a machine my dear husband used to work on and my husband got quite good at it, that's probably why they kept him so long on it and call him back there whenever there's a problem, and that guy just happens to have trouble handling it, so yes, he's going to help him and to top it of, he's on a different shif so it's gonna mess up our schedule.  who asked me if it mattered?  you can bet on it, no one.  but that's ok, i'll just print an other schedule that's gonna be effective for how long?  who knows, it could be just a few weeks or indefinately if they decide to can the guy at his evaluation in a week and need to take the time to find and train someone new.  so how do i plan in the mean time? i don't know, eccept i'm gonna have to call and cancel or move some apointments.  cause dear husband will work his first 2 day shift and then hop on the other guy's 2 day, 2 night's shift.  not sure how it will work if he goes back to his shift.  blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i got an other issue about work, yes one issue is not enough.  you see, there's one guy at work, not even on dear husband's shift but he decided that everybody was gonna lose 18 hours if the factory shut down for remembrance day.  because you see, if they work it, they get paid double time and a half. but only regular time if they don't work it.  so he convinced everybody to request keeping the boxs flying out of those machine on remembrance day.  i say, if the 11th was just a regular day, he'd just be paid regular time anyway, so taking the day off is not losing anything so the guy is just a greedy loud mouth.  are we gonna start losing all our stat holydays because of 1 person?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please hold me back when i see this guy on the 10th at the celebration dinner prepared to highlight the 10th anniversary of the factory. hold me cause i'd tell him my 2 cents.  cause oh yeas i'm gonna see him there and yes i already know who he is cause my husband and i worked with him at a previous job.  is money really more important then spending time with the family?  i should be getting his extra time and a half, i tell ya. and i was just saying last night that i could use a vacation, i bet my mom could use one too, but i'm so gonna need her on that big string of days.  she should be entitled to a time and a half check worth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later and dear husband decided to cancel our attendance to the 10th anniversary dinner.  all work and no fun.  i suddently feel a wave of grumpiness invading me.  *growl* it's amazing how many decisions can be made without concerting with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  euh, yeah, i'm a mom, that's it that's all, thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116295384543138756?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116295384543138756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116295384543138756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/11/invitation.html' title='An invitation'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116243615094699950</id><published>2006-11-01T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:58.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy All Saint's day!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes,  today the saints are all celebrating in Heaven and praying for us.  not too sure of what to make of all halo's eve.  it seems it's been distorted and overly comercialized,  and i am totaly turned off by comercialism.  call me wierd, that's ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had to be in town for a few apointments,  chiropractitioner for me and then the speach terapist for owen and again, our kids, i tell ya, they can provide for a good unexpected laugh at times.  the therapist was olding a yello lego block asking him if it was yellow, vivian was nursing at the time and the question was asked a few time with owen just staring without saying anything. then spontanously, vivian turned around in one motion saying in her most articulate way, "oui!!!"(yes)  it cracked us all up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the apointment, we were walking back to the minivan when i spotted a pumpkin by a dorstep,  making me state again how i find it sad that pumpkins are trown away and none can be bought after haloween.  Dear husband said, well, why don't you just go and aske them if you can have it? &lt;br /&gt;-no, i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;-you got nothing to lose in asking&lt;br /&gt;-i don't even think there's anyone home&lt;br /&gt;-just go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finaly decide, why not?  and i go knock at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-excuse me, are you going to do anything with that pumpkin?&lt;br /&gt;- no, why, what do you do with it? &lt;br /&gt;- soup, cake, juice....&lt;br /&gt;- ah yeah, well, you can have it&lt;br /&gt;- Really?  wow, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked away with a huge pumpking in my arms and pleasantly surprised at how easily someone would part kindly with their pumpkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few house later, i see an other huge one.  i look at Andy and say, oh an other one, but i can't carry 2.  he said it was ok, he'd carry one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went again... and just like the first, they had no problem parting with it, Oh Joy!  this is even funner then trick or treating hehe.  you might think it's quite similar except daylight and no costume. but no, it's really totaly different.  those kids get the same thing you can get year round in the store and in smaller size, just a big load of it if they hit the right doors.  what i got, was a very underapreciated, rarity, yes, only once a year can you get it, and i was sad to think that i would only be able to make that delicious pumpkin soup again next year.   pumpkin are loaded with vitamin A and other goodness,  and they keep very well for a long time without need for refrigeration.  after that i was beaming of joy.  so happy to bring my treasure home and primed to go to other doors. but Andy said it was enough and i needed to prove i could make use of all that before considering getting more next year, but if i failed to use it all, that would remain my limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went to sign for the health insurance policy switch over.  i felt at first we were not getting much for it but i had the drug plan explained to me and i realised it was really not as bad as i tought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen didn't have a good day with toys today.  first at the office, the HR person gave him a car that winds up and not knowing, he wound it up to the max and it made a noise that made him burst crying.  then at the autism resource center,  while i was talking with the person in charge,  owen was going through the toys in one of the bins, and suddently he came to us screaming in panick, holding a fluffy, fuzzy long blue haired thing that was vibrating at the end of both fully extended arms clenched to it in total terror.  and to top it off,  while loading the van with the groceries, he sneaked up behind me while i was pivoting with a grocery bag that contained 2 big cans of pea soup which naturaly had to hit him square in the face, outch!  not a good day.  no, i don't think he enjoyed it one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least tomorrow, we have nowhere to go, so i'm going to try to get some rest before hubby returns to work the day after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, one more day that hits the fan.  there's some good and there's some bad, it all blows in the wind and garnish our fading memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116243615094699950?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116243615094699950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116243615094699950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116243615094699950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116243615094699950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-all-saints-day.html' title='Happy All Saint&apos;s day!!!'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116235279772818871</id><published>2006-10-31T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:57.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>till my arms fall off</title><content type='html'>i called my mom today to look after the kids so i could go help dear husband bring some wood inside... i waited for him to drop the logs in the woodroom and then i tossed them away from the wood trap, toward the wood pile and corded them until a new load was done being dumped in again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i chopped the ceadars that were mostly dry by our door and trimmed the other ones that hadnt' been trimmed in who knows how long.   what a difference.  i'm not an expert in edge cutting and they are far from perfect but they are a lot more of an enhencement to the look then they were.  i came back in the house and my arms could fall off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was much more i wanted to blog about,  i'm absolutely sure about that, but i can't remember what i wanted to blog about yesterday, cause i really wanted to blog yesterday but i didn't get around to it and same with the day before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i remember one of them...   in the parish bulletin, there was an add that said, that the church had an old electronic organ that wasn't making much noice anymore and they were gonna send it to the dump if no one came to claim it.  and here i tought, noise?  don't need much of that for the kids,  as long as we can hear the notes, it will be fine, especialy that they won't be able to crank it loud hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sunday, i called, no answer,  monday all morning, no answer,  i had to look in the phone book since they didnt' put the number of the janitor in the add.  and there was 2 with the same name...  then finaly in the afternoon, i just layed down for the nap and he called, and i made arrangement to go see it and bring it home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful solid wood organ with nice woodwork.  wow... i like it, let's bring it.... if it fit?   ok... let's see how quiet it is...  hmmm, it's loud enough.  so i hit several keys.... Do, Do, Do, D'oh!!!!  all the same note, just do! so we came back home and it stayed there awaiting it's faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look like it's time for dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  tired and more tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116235279772818871?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116235279772818871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116235279772818871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116235279772818871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116235279772818871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/10/till-my-arms-fall-off.html' title='till my arms fall off'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116191151040011180</id><published>2006-10-26T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:57.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our fist date take 2</title><content type='html'>i really don't remember the last time me and Andy sat at a restorent alone since owen was born.  so after signing the request for the service of ABA(for autistism, asperger and non specific learning disorders)  and going to the spychologist to be explained the result of the assesment, we headed to the pumphouse for a plate of onion rings, fish n chips and a greek salad... and a stout. it was not a big evening all out, but it was a lot more then we're used to.  it was nice just to sit and talk.  i think we should do it more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i can't help thinking about over and over is the recomendation that i let go of my plan to homeschool and send my kids to public school where there will be someone working with him for as long as he need.  and trying to make it sound like more atractive by saying that i will have more time to myself to relax and do things for myself.  they think it's better for him, i'm not convinced yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't agree with society's standard and atempt to make everybody conform to the "norm".  "different" is not always a handicap, it can also be a stenght and one that most seem to miss or see as eccentricity.  i don't want my kids to be treated with a cookie cutter.  it break the spirit of the majority and only struggle for mediocrity.   if we want to see a change in society, we must nurture that change in our kids.  I don't want to send them somewhere where they are gonna be told, "who do you think you are for thinking different?, just try to fit in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy told me today that David Suzuki is retirering now, at the age of 80, after much effort to conscientize the population of the need to look after our environement his whole career.  and he is very disapointed because verry little has changed.  i feel sad and share in his disapointment.  we boast in our technological advances.  but still live a 50's lifestyle with such a rigitidy, unwilling to set our confort aside for the sake of our survival.  instead we dig deeper in the rabbit whole, and soon we'll lose ourself and our humanity.  depressing, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, an other night with little sleep await me, so i better go get what's left of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, could probably use an other date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anygma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116191151040011180?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116191151040011180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116191151040011180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116191151040011180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116191151040011180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-fist-date-take-2.html' title='our fist date take 2'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116191136946115877</id><published>2006-10-26T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:57.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger ate my post!!! :|</title><content type='html'>this shouldnt' happen, argh&lt;br /&gt;why me?  why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good think i copied and saved it previously, so i'm gonna atempt to post it... again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116191136946115877?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116191136946115877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116191136946115877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116191136946115877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116191136946115877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogger-ate-my-post.html' title='blogger ate my post!!! :|'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116070597836946610</id><published>2006-10-12T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:57.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Blank Look*</title><content type='html'>Totaly blank, like heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, on top of my wierd tea, i thought i had other things I could blog about but i can't remember. *think* not, i can't remember. cause on top of my usual extreme tiredness, i feel like my brain is turning into a rock... : *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to explain that to my mom around meal time 2 days ago, as i was so disfuctional she made most of it. i think. and i was just standing there, the kids were also just wandering the kitchen/diningroom aimlessly like 2 lost souls. So i started to chirp like a bird, flapping my arms around, darting for the playroom adjacent to the diningroom, and going in circle chirping and pluck plucking like a bird/chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom didn't say a word. the kids looked at me curiously, started giggling and then jumped it the fun. well it had to be fun cause mommy was doing it and it looked funny. they went around trying to imitate me around the playroom giggling like crazy, they were hooked and so i could stop and step outside in the fresh air to try catching back my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day when the interventionist was here, my mom admitted that she got worried for a bit that i was loosing my marbles. that i was flipping hehe but felt quite relieved when she saw me step aside, out of breath and still being the usual me hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i do believe that it is helpful to sanity to have some insane moments. and i feel i havn't had much time to act silly so i don't go totaly nuts. i think my imagination is a bit rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i miss those talks with myself but too tired to talk in general for the necessary stuff. so hmmm wait! am i saying that talking to myself is not important? *scratch head* Tina? when you talk to yourself, do you actualy listen to what you have to say and take your advices? i know i don't always, and end up telling myself i should've listened to myself. could it be that myself is mad at me for not paying attention more? and just decided to sulk? what do i do if myself don't want to talk to me anymore? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what does it mean when we talk to ourself, or don't. I usualy only talk to myself sometime when i'm alone, but i used to have a room mate that talked to himself all the time with some quite intricate conversations that could get very animated. he entered the house one time when i was sitting in silence in the dark in the livingrooom so he didn't noticed me. and he went on for quite some time before going by and noticing me, being a little surprized he said, oh! you're here hehe! and went back to his conversation... very humoritic guy , was quite interresting to have him around and i didn't dare to interupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blank look* again, yeah, i do that a lot lately :s but i'm thankful for Tina's blog, it made me realise i need to do something with myself. all that silence can't be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, me will make an effort to listent more to myself, and God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116070597836946610?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116070597836946610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116070597836946610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116070597836946610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116070597836946610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/10/blank-look.html' title='*Blank Look*'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116061687857589205</id><published>2006-10-11T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:57.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea from my backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/P1010066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning... this is not the usual herbal tea and some might be shocked at its content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/320/P1010066.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometime feel the urge to do something drastic in my quest for a bit more energy. ok, a LOT MORE energy. my philosophy is, the closer to nature as possible and it should be readily available in the region too. not just some far exotic plants, fruits or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i eventualy discovered that the one single plant or "weed" we work the hardest at trying to eradicate from our green lawn is a gold mine for the health. medicinaly and nutritionwise too. altho i'd avoid the one in high trafic, the one snow have been piled on all winter and from lawn where they use pesticide and herbicides... yes. &lt;a href="http://botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/d/dandel08.html"&gt;Dendelion&lt;/a&gt;, very valuable... some even make wine with it... i wouldn't go that far, then again, our yard is big enough that i'm sure i could gater more then enough for that hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know one ingredient in what i'm drinking right now, are you sure you want to know the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok, i'll get with it... a few bunches of &lt;a href="http://zetatalk.com/food/tfood07p.htm"&gt;pine needles &lt;/a&gt;with the branches. it's loaded with vitamin C and other good stuff. saved Jaques Cartier and his ship crew from scurvy along with spruce and probably other conetrees. watch out for hemlock and yew, those are toxic. i yet have to gather some spruce needle and make spruce beer. i'm a bit nostalgic of the spruce beer non alcoholic soda we used to drink as kids in Montreal.  some gives it quite a &lt;a href="http://www.lifeevents.org/pine-needle-tea-decoction.htm"&gt;list of benefits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other ingredients i added are more for flavor. i know that dendelion by itself can be bitter and cinnamon stick help a lot to make it pallatable, i never tried it in combination with pine needles before but i thought the cinnamon couldn't hurt. and also a stick of &lt;a href="http://www.rain-tree.com/licorice.htm"&gt;licorice root&lt;/a&gt;... also tonic, good taste and very much used in chinese medecine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess time will tell what kind of results i'm going to pull out of it.   i didn't think it was all that exciting to make a whole post out of it but since it was a special request, i tried to make an effort. and as you can see,  it's not green, it's brown... probably not a whole log of vitamin C left in it as it simmered a bit too long... started boiling as i was captive by the bedtime routine with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal the walking green lab (as in laboratory, not the dog breed :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116061687857589205?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116061687857589205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116061687857589205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116061687857589205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116061687857589205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/10/tea-from-my-backyard.html' title='Tea from my backyard'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-116027337364689181</id><published>2006-10-07T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:56.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to blog</title><content type='html'>but i guess i'll try to anyway.  seem i'm perpetualy too tired lately.  and i just rememeber to blog when it's time to shut down the computer. oh wow. Nancy just came online!  just what i need to make me procrastinate about getting a good night sleep again hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dumped half a bottle of vitamin C in the garbage today.  i started to feel funny about them, and took a second look at the label and there it was staring at me... sucralose... a chlorinated sugar molecule somewhat akin to pesticide :|   and i've been popping them for hmmm, since Vivian had her croupe.  i was also indulging Vivian and Owen to them, and my mom found that Owen was regressing lately... could that be linked together?  or the fact he's been tromatised with his burn... he now feel hot meals. will wait till they've cooled down considerably or just not eat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like we havn't been home very long today,  left early morning for the farmer's market and kept shopping from there and came back home around 7 pm.   it's the 3rd time this week for me,  but making a pitstop at some friend's place helps take it a bit more relax.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a phone call this week from doctors and still waiting, it's the weekend now so maybe next week?  or maybe they decided to keep me second guessing till the psychiatrist give me her report on her evaluation of our son.  seem like a far way to go but the pediatrist seemed confident that i should have some help in place by the end of the month?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm just blurting random thoughts, and it's probably what's happening. so i guess i'll stop now and go to bed like i should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  resisting sleep expert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-116027337364689181?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/116027337364689181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=116027337364689181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116027337364689181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/116027337364689181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-tired-to-blog.html' title='Too tired to blog'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115871543781655806</id><published>2006-09-19T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:56.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, i was told i should blog</title><content type='html'>*yawn*  if i can stay awake that long.   i'm so tired.  feeling like i'm catching some cold, but so far it hasn't bloomed.  my dear daughter on the other hand really got it, bad enough that i had to drive her to the hospital at midnight with 103 degree farenheight and a cough that was chocking her.  i was affraid to drive as i was quite sleepy already and i didn't think driving 30 minute in that state would be safe, but i made it.  at the hospital they called it a croupe... aparently it's worst the first day. they gave her a medication that was suposed to last 3 days and that's about how long the virus runs for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said that i could go home but if it happened again, i'd have to drive back and they'd give her something stronger.  but i said, drive back?  i'm not even sure i can return home in the state i'm in, i'm soo tired, especialy after 2 hour wait and what if she choak while i'm driving?  so he said, it's very simple, since we live a considerable distance they could admit her for the night.  so we did... only we got our room at 4:30 am!!!  not much of a night left!  i might have slept 2 hours at the most.  i guess it's better then nothing and the daylight was a bonus to keep me awake on my way back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I requested for my mom in law to come help some that day, since me and my husband were both so painfully tired that day... he was on his swing shift, suposed to stay up as late as possible and sleep part of the day but had to get up early with our son who had a full night of sleep.   so she came and it was really nice to be able to get 1 hour nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's hand is healing nicely,  he didn't ware any bandage for the first time today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what else to say, i shoud go to bed,  i've just been requested to talk about my healthy lifestyle hehe.  well, i try to eat organic, at least for animal product.  i don't eat meat at restorents.  and well, while i was stuck at the hospital for a big part of the night i got hungry, so i went to check what they had at the cantine...  all i could find that was semi acceptable was a whole wheat tuna sandwich...ironicaly,  i rarely eat tuna but i had already eaten a can of tuna that day :|  ah well, it was better then starving, especialy with a sick kid that just want to nurse for the most part since she's not feeling too well.   i also bought a can of V8 and a snack pack of honey roasted peanuts.   that's the best i could find at the time.  but righ now, the best i can do healthwise, is go to bed.  sleep is very important too and i've been neglecting it for quite some time.  so i guess it will be my point of focus for the next while...  getting in a good sleep routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night, sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115871543781655806?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115871543781655806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115871543781655806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115871543781655806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115871543781655806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-was-told-i-should-blog.html' title='So, i was told i should blog'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115811464412276855</id><published>2006-09-12T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:56.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the change?</title><content type='html'>I think i do,  let me know what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the change wasn't motivated by an urge for something different, just looked like my template was messed up, and then after i made the switch,  it was still messed up and then i realised that some image was taking too much space and was the cause of all the missalignement...  all fixed,  will keep the change for now.  i might get nostalgic at some time... or just grow into my new look...  when i asked Nancy if i should go for a change, she said, that change was good, like a new haircut and it's free! hehe, so why not?  i could also need a new hair cut... seriously.  i haven't had my hair cut since some time before vivian was born!  over a year ago...  when i decided to let them grow a bit.  they aren't all that long but they could use a trip to even them out... altho i was somewhat surprised to find no split ends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i should go and make fire before i go to bed... gonna be an other cold night&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  working on my firecraft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115811464412276855?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115811464412276855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115811464412276855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115811464412276855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115811464412276855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-change.html' title='Like the change?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115803115024772052</id><published>2006-09-11T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:56.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert title here</title><content type='html'>Now that the kids are done pooping, i'm all pooped.  it was a long day today, spent just me and my dear son in town.  first for a visit to the spychiatrist, she'll be doing some evaluation on his behavior.  after lunch, we go see the ortophonist.  it's amazing what change learning to say yes and i want can do to a kid.  and after that, was time for an other change of bandage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just assume that i have 2 blog readers and my dear husband who drops in every now and then, and all already know what happened to my little Gizoux.   if, by any chance, i had any other readers,  on labour day weekend, at a family cornboil, he fell in the ashes of a firepit that was not outlined by rocks and was pretty much flat to the ground.  no one suspected it was still hot.  but his hand found intense heat and burned pretty badly in the short time it took him to get back up and scream his lungs out.  it looked so bad, i screamed too when i saw it.  my mom had to snap me out of it...  good thing also that we now have a nurse in the family.   was the longest 30 minutes i can remember, driving to the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he's getting his bandage changed every day.  it's been over a week and starting to heal.  it look much better now that a skin is forming.  it would be amazing if there are no visible scarring after all is said. but at such a young age, he seem to have very good healing capabilities.  already i find it amazing how it improved in such a short time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we spent all day in town, just the 2 of us, it was geting around suppertime and i just wanted to be home as soon as possible.  we needed orange juice and diapers, so i stopped at superstore, picked a few clearance items on the way in hehe and through it all, i also had the pleasure to say hi to Nancy.  wish i could've chatted longer.  it was just one of those long days and i needed to get home quickly.  i was expecting the same joy from my son as we were getting near home. i assured him.  we're almost home...  "no!... don't want to go home!"  what?  "not home!"  but dear, where are we to go? "don't want home"  :|  i never thought i'd hear him say something like that so young.  i guess he really enjoyed the one on one with mommy.  we so seldome have that previlege.  i guess one on one with dad is really nice but it don't replace quality time with mom at times too.  at home it's so hard to do one on one with the demand of 2 kids.  what would it be like with 3?  or more?  i have a hard time imagining it at this point.   I still look forward to a 3rd kid when the time come, hopefuly in no less then 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also expecting my one year old daughter to want to nurse like there was no tomorrow when i get home, but again, was surprised.  she only sipped a bit and returned to her occupation.  and again at bedtime, she did with amazingly little and even walked on her own to the bedroom.  what's going on?  one day out of the usual makes for a big difference.  I think i like it and would like to plan more, our of the usual days.  but before then, my mom will be gone for a week and i'm not gonna be able to enjoy the usual help i get from her.  so it will be a challenge to gove more one on one until she come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one question totaly on a different subject before i go to bed...  anyone seen the new bloger beta?  and know anything about it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lenghty post that drags on.  maybe if there were more readers, i'd feel more compelled to try and up the quality.  that doesnt' mean i don't apreciate my 2 faithfull readers.  otherwise, i wouldn't post at all...even if most of the time, you already know everyting i'm posting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, sweet dreams, i'm late again, i'm late, i'm late, i'm late....&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115803115024772052?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115803115024772052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115803115024772052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115803115024772052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115803115024772052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/09/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert title here'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115630177403946187</id><published>2006-08-22T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:56.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For a good laugh, or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php' title='Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage' alt='Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/53/45/5345_290167fbbe44yf0huf04.jpg' width='348' height='400' border='0' &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115630177403946187?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115630177403946187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115630177403946187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115630177403946187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115630177403946187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-good-laugh-or-not.html' title='For a good laugh, or not'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115552618534908233</id><published>2006-08-13T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:55.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotapooloozoo</title><content type='html'>Say what?  hmm yeah, its a poo zoo here,  one after the other,  if one poops, you can be 94% guarantied, the other pooped too, or is just about to.  and if not, is because one of em has pooped more then his share.  poopy!!!!  yeah, 2 kids in diappers, both having the runs and a red bum.    so i decided to cancel Owen's apointment to the ortophonist in the afternoon,  he will stay with Memere and Vivian home while mommy and daddy goes to town to meet the psychologist that will assess what kind of learning dissability he might have.  We suspect some spectrum autism tendencies, in a high functionning way but still would need some help getting some things under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm relaxing sipping a few glass of wine and, euh well, the piece of cake is gone now. it was good.  nice b-day cake.  angel cake, with butter cream and straberries/blueberries in a gelly to top it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear husband  announced me this morning that we have a mouse in the house.  our cat has been camping in the family room for the past while trying to get it.  he say she had it in her mouth a few times but failled to kill it yet.  she's good at killing mouses and shrews outside, so what is she waiting for here?  in any way, i put a humaine mouse trap near the place Andy suspect she's hiding.  it don't kill mouses, it just trap them in a container with a bit of peanut butter and a metal door that flip so it can't get out.  we'll see if the trap or the cat will get it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was the first day ever that i can remember that Owen woke up and darted out of his room saying, "thomas le train, thomas le train" and rushing to the play room... we just bought him a thomas the train play set, and he seem very fond of it.   we were gonna buy him a Little Peoples garage station from fisherprice, with a few add ons sets.  but for the past few days prior to our b-day gift shopping, he's been requesting to see the thomas the train short shows.  and we decided to give the train set action figures a try.  we'll see over the next while if he keep some entousiasm for is.  or at least enoug interrest to grant expanding on the set in the future.  his sister on the other hand, like to be the giant and climp on the table to take the track apart.   she's quite the climber lately,  she even started climbing on the kitchen chairs so she could climb on the kitchen table.  she's quite good at it too.  i cought her doing it a few times. but the one time i wasn't looking.  she missed her stunt and fell, while i was changing owen's diaper.... remember... the runny poop?     so hopefully, this poopy deal will end soon...  i think i'll try to stop at a pharmacy to ask about kid's diareah's remedy tomorrow if it dont' get any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, all pooped out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115552618534908233?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115552618534908233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115552618534908233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115552618534908233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115552618534908233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/08/lotapooloozoo.html' title='Lotapooloozoo'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115500512676016892</id><published>2006-08-07T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:55.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMBERRR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>today my inlaws came so my father in law could help my dear husband cut some wood for the winter, and also thin out the forrest, because it's terribely thick. By clearing around some trees it give them a chance to grow without so much competition and get bigger. My mother in law also brought me some yellow string beans and some beets, i love beets, especialy with the greens on top. after they left, i called my mom to look after the kids so i could help cut some branches off to clear some of the lawn that is occupied by trees right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grumble, grumble, getting late again, grumble grumble, got.. to .... go ....crash down, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115500512676016892?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115500512676016892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115500512676016892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115500512676016892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115500512676016892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/08/timberrr.html' title='TIMBERRR!!!!!'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115492338520441487</id><published>2006-08-06T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:55.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more leaky roof</title><content type='html'>Finaly, this week, we had the roofers over and they replaced the shingles on both the house and the garrage.  it's so nice not to have to worry about heavy rain anymore.  it took them 4 days, they were only 3 of em, except on the first day they were 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out, that the fans to draw the moisture from our bathrooms were venting directly into.... our atic :  did i mentionned earlier that that atic don't have any ventilation to the outside? &lt;br /&gt;we also finaly fixed the leaky toilette that we had put out of service for probably a month.  now i don't have to leave my bedroom to go pee, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, next on our priority list is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting wood for the winter&lt;br /&gt;getting the furnace inspected and serviced&lt;br /&gt;finding someone to look at our water softener, if it's still usable&lt;br /&gt;and much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could have the windows done but after the cost of having the roof done,  it will have to wait a year or 2 if it can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also bought a &lt;a href="http://www.nextag.com/push-reel-lawn-mowers/search-html"&gt;push reel mower &lt;/a&gt;this weekend,  it might take a bit longer and be somewhat more physicaly demanding, but it's quiet and no gas cost.  considering that it cost us $10 of gas everytime we mow the entire lawn, it can get quite expensive, and our mower is either in bad need of service or about to kick the bucket so we need something else.  at the speed the lawn is growing, i can see us spending $100 of gas easily for the summer, if not more.  having owen follow the gas mower around bare feet made me quite nervous, that pushmower has me more at peace and it stops as soon as you stop pushing hehe and i can enjoy the bird singing while mowing, something impossible whit a gas mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  i've had wierd dreams too, but i'm too tired to remember hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115397374612146538</id><published>2006-07-27T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:54.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Septic</title><content type='html'>Today was an other of those days when andy get home from work in the morning to sleep a few hours before to start his weekend.  and i was sitting at the table feeding vivian some food when i saw the septic tank cleaning truck drive in his driveway. and i thought, hey, now's my chance to find out where the tank is and get it cleaned.  good thing the guy just invested in a new way to locate ceptic by flushing a "pill" that can be sensered with one of those bleeping wand.  so after flushing it, he spent some time searching for it with no sign of it what so ever.  he then thought about the original owner of the house and that he knew him and could get in touch with him and so he did and got good direction to where it was... good thing he did cause we'd be still looking for it.  it was nowhere near where it usualy is(the back of the house about 11 feet from the place where the toillette pipe goes in the ground)  instead, it was at the other end of the house near the front and 32 feet away.   and for a bonus, since our dear neybors are getting their septic tank changed, the excavators were on location and were able to dig down to the opening of it.  and it was due.  nevermind that the sale lady last year told me it was done that year.  it's a big 1000 gallong tank and it was full.  so very glad i made that move today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Andy went to buy a propane tank to try the BBQ that was sitting in the garrage when we bought it...  and woooohoooo we have a BBQ that work!!!!  yum yumines to yummy yum yum it was goood.   after that once the kid were in bed we burned some of the tree brances from the trees that we've cut a little while back and after we ran out of branches we sat to a nice campfire with a bottle of wine.   it was a verry nice evening to end a very nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is more of a day of running around and it's getting verry late :  so hopefully will sleep like a logg, not a burning one, just a log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal  blogg a log and a bug bite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115397374612146538?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115397374612146538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115397374612146538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115397374612146538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115397374612146538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/07/empty-septic.html' title='Empty Septic'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115327724649863887</id><published>2006-07-18T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:54.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping</title><content type='html'>Last night, or was it the night before?  me and my friend Nancy played some escape online game.  it was a long one and i'd post the link but i don't have it right at the moment.  so i'm back on the escaping addiction and i did &lt;a href="http://games.flabber.nl/escapetheroom/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; tonight alone because my dear friend is not online *wah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's incredibly hot these past days and it will be hot sleeping in the rooms upstairs.  i'd much rather sleep downstairs but with young kids sleeping upstairs, it dictate where i'm sleeping. or toss and turn in a bath of sweat.  we got few windows that opens and even less that have screens and if you know anything about the contry, opening a window without screen is an invitation to be eaten alive.  there was a screen that did not sit right last night and left some gap for uninvited guest that were swirming over my head last night and i couldn't figure out why because i thought the wholes were all taken care of.  so i had to apply more tape to secure the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll go back to find an other room to escape from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, maybe i should try to do a bit more updates, it has been a long time since my last post.  it's been incrediblly buzy but yet it feel like it's been the same old stuff day after day.  looking after the kids, trying to cook interresting meals for each meals everyday without having the kitchen go totaly out of control.  haha, i'm so funny, i'm the kitchen terror muahahaha!!!  only to be outdone by my daughter :p   after one meal she was so dirty i abandonned the idea of wiping her mouth and hands with a facecloth in favor of a dunk in the tub, it was THAT bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finaly asked a contractor to do our roof.  it will be some 3 weeks before he can start though so i hope it don't rain too hard but some rain would be very nice to cool off this heat wave.  i just hope dual gray will look good because we have to live with it for 3o years.  I kind of would like to call the contractor back to ask him about harvard slate gray, but we already had called him twice today.  i dont want to sound too much like we don't know what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a very long week with Andy picking up 2 extra shift of overtime.  will only leave him one day and a half of weekend before to go back to work this weekend.  and next week, my mom is moving 4 km away from here.  i find it somewath interresting since this is the exact distance she lived from us in Dieppe.  although she'll be able to be here 30 km/h faster hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our service road cleared from growing shrubberies by one of our helpfull neybor.  the next day my mom, the kids and I went for a treck down the trail all the way to the river and back.  it's a long walk with a stroller.  especialy when it's that roughed.  the weather was nice, a little too much.  my shoulders are still red.  i'm lucky that's the only sunburn i aquired.  and it apear that i'm the only one who burned.  the kids slept well that night... and the night after hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 night on my routine visit to my son to bring him fresh water before i go to bed myself, i am greeted with the very characteristic olfactive expression of a poopy diaper.  on a postive note, he's very calm while i change him and pose no resistance to returning to sleep. so i guess i should anticipate and get ready to go change a diaper very soon.  i guess escaping an other room will have to wait for an other day, so Nancy pic one and get ready for tomorrow night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, escapist not so spectacular&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115327724649863887?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115327724649863887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115327724649863887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115327724649863887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115327724649863887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/07/escaping.html' title='Escaping'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115155107104801844</id><published>2006-06-28T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:54.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating or just burnt</title><content type='html'>My Dear hubby opened a bottle of our blackberry wine to celebrate the sale of the house.  more like, because i'm so burnt with our dear daughter not letting me sleep and demanding so much attention lately that i need something to help me relax.  it's a wine that was made quite a while back, as i recall, we picked those berries before i even got pregnant with Owen.  i just never had the chance of tasting it before.  plenty of other peoples have and said they liked it.  i'm wondering if they're just trying to be nice, that stuff don't taste much like blackberries and much more like rocket fuel. wouhaaahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can now truely say, the house is sold! we can now start planing our renovations.  hopefully, we'll have enough to change some windows after the roof is done.  also have to put a garage door on the garage and redo the bathroom with the shower,  fill up our driveway...  and the list could go on and on.  oh yeah, and take care of those ants too.  did i mention, i love my house?  yeah i guess i do, even tho it need so much tlc.  i just hope it doesnt' break us.  I believe good neybors also count for something.  they make me want to belong to this comunity, not just live here. also at church on sunday,  our dear son likes to walk around and i noticed a fair bit of peoples looking at him with big smiles.  i suppose, as Andy made the comment that it look mostly like a senior comunity,  seeing young ones is something they might not see often enough to their liking.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, time for a last gulp and hit the pillow&lt;br /&gt;nity nite&lt;br /&gt;chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115155107104801844?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115155107104801844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115155107104801844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115155107104801844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115155107104801844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/06/celebrating-or-just-burnt.html' title='Celebrating or just burnt'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-115137623717458390</id><published>2006-06-26T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:54.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead yet, just procrastinating</title><content type='html'>as it's been 1 month already since my last post, i tried to blurt something out last night but my browser crashed and i lost my text so procrastination won again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like not much worth mentionning has happened lately.  Vivian turned 1 year old, we got her a few gifts but Owen plays more with them then she does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't walk yet, she mastered the art of scooting on hands and knees by now and she graduated from holding 2 hands to walk to holding only 1 hand.  i'm hoping the hand free deal will come soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a leaky roof, hopefully will find sufficient help soon to get the roof redone asap. and yes we still have ants.  we've been making a more persistent effort at keeping the floor crumbless, don't always succede but it's getting better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in town today to signe some legal papers for the sale of the house and hand the keys over.  i think our lawyer is funny.  he calculated the split of money up and as much as i'd like the extra money,  couldn't believe it to be true. he then added up the figures and it didn't work but he assured us he would end up making it work.  i guess it did, he's the one with the calculator and the big salary hehe.  so 2 more days and we'll have the funds to start renovating, yay!!!  although at time i'm wondering if we'll need to borrow more to take care of the most important repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, we have met a family that live 1 km up the street a few times. very nice talking to them, they have a 5 year old boy who seem to get along quite good with our 3 year old.  i wish we had more time to visit them. and finaly one day, i had to chasse Owen, who had decided to cross the street and gave me an occasion to say hi to our front neybours.  it took sometimes to have first contact with them but now that it's done, we've had more occasions to chat and experience their eagerness to help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed to have neybors like them.  so far, he has cut down the front ceaders that were against the house that i had started cutting branches the hard way.  he lent us his ride on mower so we could get the whole lawn cut in one day as oposed to part of it in a week or more.  and helped Andy get the big bay window out of the van and stored by the garage.  full of usefull advice and info, i am very gratefull for having good neibors like them.  i feel less anonimous and a sense of belonging to the comunity building up. hopefully we'll be able to return the favor and contribute to the livelyness of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i better go to sleep now, as i'm dead tired and often feel brainless.  nighty nite all and hopefully that procrastinating mood will fade away soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantalllllllllllllllll :|  euh!  not sure what happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-115137623717458390?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/115137623717458390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=115137623717458390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115137623717458390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/115137623717458390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-dead-yet-just-procrastinating.html' title='Not dead yet, just procrastinating'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114895835771588228</id><published>2006-05-29T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:53.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ants go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah</title><content type='html'>The ants &lt;a href="http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/antsgo.htm"&gt;go&lt;/a&gt; marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah&lt;br /&gt;The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah&lt;br /&gt;The ants go marching one by one,&lt;br /&gt;The little one stops to suck his thumb&lt;br /&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 by 2, 3 by 3....  it never stops at our place, yeah they are marching, everywhere but they don't need to worry about the rain so they keep marching on.  and there's plenty to keep them busy at our place cause they can live happily on everything that fall to the ground.  oh yes! our ants are verry happy i'm sure cause i seen them more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i keep sweeping and sweeping, but it doesn't matter cause  with kids once they start eating stuff in their high chair and so on there's crumbs! everywhere all the time, no matter how many time i sweep, crumbs crumbs crumbs, under my feets, argh,&lt;br /&gt;there's always some more.  it drives me nuts.  yes!  the small things that fall to the ground and stick to my feet are really getting to me lately.... CRUMBS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;yeah, when it stick under your feet, you won't find it funny, wet, dry, hard, squishy, you name it, it's quite a feet experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it worries me that the ants will keep on marching in cause there's always food falling to the ground.  is it possible to have toddlers and be ant free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'll put aside the ants for a moment. i just noticed something verry bizzare.  in the room that we have made into our office, there's vinyl flooring and what i thought to be two little floor mats, one in each of the back corners.  and i was wondering why Andy didn't take them off when he put our desks in place.  i just realized why.  they are glued there and the vinyl flooring is cut around it.  how odd?  i never seen something like that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah&lt;br /&gt;The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah&lt;br /&gt;The ants go marching ten by ten,&lt;br /&gt;The little one stops to say "THE END"&lt;br /&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! 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BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, that's it, "THE END" for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114895835771588228?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114895835771588228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114895835771588228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114895835771588228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114895835771588228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/05/ants-go-marching-one-by-one-hurrah.html' title='The ants go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114887280112133768</id><published>2006-05-28T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:53.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a letter from Santa Clause!</title><content type='html'>no no, i'm serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy thought it might have been a pranks at first but it wasn't. look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/Letter%20from%20Santa%20C.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/Letter%20from%20Santa%20C.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/320/Letter%20from%20Santa%20C.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see? Santa wrote us, we didn't even have to write him first. how special. even tho it was just to tell us that our mailbox need straightening.&lt;br /&gt;Santa's first warning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mailbox is in pretty rough shape, i had to pull it from the ditch when we moved here. and even then, it keep wanting to fall back in there. i tried to prop it with a rock, but it's in quite a bad shape. we bought a new one but haven't had the time to replace it yet. hopefully before our next warning. i don't want to make Santa mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  on Santa's list, he has no excuse for forgetting us anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114887280112133768?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114887280112133768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114852905904903855</id><published>2006-05-25T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:52.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Daphne!!!</title><content type='html'>Our cat Daphne has been a house cat all her life, she has no front claws and never goes outside. well, that's not entirely true, she escape once in a while for a break outside. most of the time it's go graze on some fresh grass and roll around on dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we moved, she made a few more brakes, because our son took an enjoyment to play with doors. and she goes exploring the woods. what she does there, we don't know, all i know is that she come back before it is dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, after a long effort to get Vivian to sleep, i came down to relax while i eat a snack before to retire for the night and she comes to the office doorway and playfully batts at a piece of packing tape, it makes some funny noise, get our attention and we laugh, not much unusual about that. but after a second look, i say "what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-that thing there in the doorway?&lt;br /&gt;-hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;- there!!! ...poop?&lt;br /&gt;- no... it's a mouse!&lt;br /&gt;- really?? but its kinda small&lt;br /&gt;Daphne turns it belly up and Andy conclude, it's a shrew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/P5240043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/320/P5240043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/P5240045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/320/P5240045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think she had it in her.  i'm proud of her and now we have a good reason to keep her.  my mom always complains about cat hair everywhere but i'll take that over rodens anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other noteworthy event, Vivian was standing holding on to something as usual to keep her up, then we cheered to make her clap and she did for about 10 seconds standing without holding on anything.  i wanted to go get my camera to capture that special moment but the moment was already gone.  i'd need a camera permanently around my neck.  those moments always catch you by surprize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should go to bed now, my snack is long gone and i'm going to get hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, sleeping peacefully. the mice won't be playing 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Daphne!!!'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114740077463141496</id><published>2006-05-11T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:52.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of catching up</title><content type='html'>ok, so after 4 days without hot water we finaly have a new hot water tank that should be able to fulfill the need with a jaccuzi and some future teenagers.  altho there's still a long way to go before that happen hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was taken care of, there's been my dear daughter that wouldn't go to bed often before 10 pm, leaving me verry little time to myself before bed.  the place is still scattered with boxes all over.  no printer cable and no camera cable.  but a brand new thing to wast my time on,  if i ever get to install it.  my sweetheart bought me the sims 2.  not sure if i'll have time to play it at all, i still havn't played the older sims in ages,  like probably a while before Vivian was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bought ourself a new mailbox.  was a bit of a debate or indecision at the store between the traditional uncostly box or the newer stand alone plastic version.  so i asked Owen what color he wanted, and he picked the expensive one. but in the end we decided to go with the $16 one. &lt;br /&gt;also found our 911 street number in the ditch this week.  it was bent but i hammered it back to a more acceptable shape.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go take my shower and go to bed&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Guess what!  We still don’t have hot water!!!!!!!!!!!!  No sir! Hot water we don’t have here.   Someone told us we needed to upgrade the breaker and wiring to have a 60 gallon thank but didn’t tell us we needed the upgrade even if we stayed with a 40 gallon, so the guy came to install a 40 today and no can do, actually he was asked only to deliver it, not instructed to install it.  What am I supposed to do with a thank that’s not hooked up?  Who’s the dumb ass and can I offer him a nice ice cold bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t do the dishes, can’t wash any cloth in hot or warm water, and can’t take a friggin bath, gotta wash babies bums with cold water.  Vivian was constipated and I was hoping to give her a good hot bath soak to ease the tummy cramps and help her relax to encourage elimination. Nop, instead I had to try and shove a piece of glycerin suppository up there.  At least that helped some and she seem happier now.  Owen’s looking at the bathtub and climbing all around and saying splish splash, take a bath?  No dear, we don’t have any hot water… haven’t had any at all for 2 days going on 3.  I don’t remember the last time I been this dirty.  I don’t even dare take my pony tail out, it’s like my hairs are stiffened in that particular shape, they stay that way if I take off the elastic but if the elastic is out too long they’ll fall down and be too hard to return in the pony tail and then it will be a bigger mess.  Hmmm that gives me an idea. maybe I should go to town with some sort of container and some pants with big pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came home fairly late tonight, had a few things to do after work before to head home. Then I had the unpleasant news to tell him that we still don’t have hot water and we’ll need to pay an electrician.  he brought a few things in the house and then told me he believe he heart a bull moose outside.  I guess we’re really in the wilderness hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m not too worried about dears they usually flee but moose, I heard they can be quite nasty.  I don’t worry too much about skunks but porcupines a bit more. Coyotes are some concern if there’s any and I guess I worry more about bears, I hope there’s none too close from here.  We seriously need to invest in good garbage cans,  we wouldn’t want to invite them with a buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird that Andy hears them in the evening but I never saw anything during the day.  I saw a few little birds but I saw that in Dieppe too.  Even saw ducks in Dieppe.  Hmmm, one day I was out in the back yard with Owen and I heard some thumping in the ground.  I was wondering if it could be a groundhog but now I think about it again, maybe it was a hare or a bunny.  Didn’t see any holes in the backyard but maybe there could be some at the edge of the woods. Ah well we should see something sooner or later.  If they hide well enough, eventually it’s gonna snow again and we’ll be able to see their steps.    Not that I’m looking forward to snow.  No, I want to enjoy the summer and hope it will be a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That remind me, probably a year ago I saw a book at Canadian tire that was all about animal’s foot prints and how to recognize them.  That would be something interesting to get my hands on.  Right now I have an other type of species to observe.  They’re crawling all around part of the upstairs.  Ants! The big black ones.  so far I start to see a few path that appear to be regular route for their travel.  I’ll try as much as the kids allow me to keep a close eye on them and their paths.  I got a treat for them. One that I want them to take to their queen.  Out of 5 ants I offered it to, only 2 were interested. Some literally fled from it, but one of those 2 really pigged out on it.  I don’t usually like insects at all but looking at it eat I thought it was almost cute.    Maybe I should get a glass ant colony observatorium and help them move into it?  Would that be more interesting then an aquarium? I was also thinking about putting a bird feeder in front of Owen’s bedroom window.  But I guess we have more important things to do for now.  a new mailbox would be good.  The one  that’s here have a strong tendency to lean in the ditch, is bent and is  cracked at the bottom.   Makes me wonder what is not falling apart in this house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, cold and stinky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114671093360106755?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114671093360106755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114671093360106755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114671093360106755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114671093360106755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-stink-you-stink-he-stink.html' title='I stink, you stink, he stink'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114662217932728510</id><published>2006-05-02T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:51.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is now officially dead</title><content type='html'>Last night after we washed the kids, our water thank finally kicked the bucket. A smell of blown electronics and some water leaking, tripped breaker and no more hot water.  I stink and have to wait till tomorrow morning for someone to come install a new thank.  I can hardly wait as I was dying for a nice hot bath tonight but it will have to wait till tomorrow night.  Andy will sneak into our old house for a quick shower before work early morning. A luxury I won’t have but he’s been working hard and still is from what I can hear.  The computer room is in the basement and I hear some racket upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted he install one of the safety gate at the top of the stairs so it will be less stressful tomorrow all day with the kids.  I don’t have time to run after Owen wandering in the basement and less worrisome when I don’t have to be scared Vivian will attempt to go down those steep ceramic dressed stairs with sharp edge.  So scary to think about a tumble in those, not only would in make for bad bruises but also for nasty cuts. Now this house is weirdly made and there’s different elevation to go to some rooms. Most are just 1 step and Vivian is starting to get the hang of it already.  But we also have a 2 step sunken living room and that too is some steep and ceramic.  Don’t know what those peoples were thinking.  I hope one day to change all the steps to wood(rounder edge and some softer too).   Until then I have to keep making sure she doesn’t attempt to go down those 2 steps by herself. I’m trying to teach her to go down feet first instead of head first.   Once the house is sold in Dieppe, I might be able to afford a custom made gate for the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband informed me this evening that he saw some critter waddle away from him making weird noise.  He wasn’t sure if it was a skunk or a porcupine because it was dark outside.  not sure which one I’d like it more to be.  Hmmm, I think I’d like it more to be a skunk. Aside from stinkyness, it’s mostly harmless.  A porcupine can hurt much more.  Leave needles around, and me that like to walk barefoot… and the kids, and the cat?  Visit to the vet because of foolish cat is not my favorite thought.  Tomato juice on the other hand is fairly cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal the stinky pest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114662217932728510?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114662217932728510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114662217932728510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114662217932728510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114662217932728510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-is-now-officially-dead.html' title='It is now officially dead'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114645282132861453</id><published>2006-05-01T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:51.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six things you might not know about me?</title><content type='html'>So I got challenged, not sure if I can come up with stuff really worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I got to find 3 persons to challenge in return?  I don’t know many bloggers aside from you 2s.  you 2s know who you are.  I probably don’t even need to say the names (Nancy and Tina) because there’s probably no one else reading my so unfamous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I like to ware men’s boxer short (the ones with a fly) although they are all worn out and had to go bye-bye and I havn’t bothered buying new ones. I also always ware pajamas at the house, get dressed to go out and get back in pjs as soon as I’m back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I’ve appeared on TV twice,  first time was during a mass that was televised, and I was in the choir at the time. The second was while I was doing a training at Royal Direct and they used our group to make a commercial for I don’t remember what.  I so don’t like cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I used to hang out at a Tim Horton from around 10pm till the wee hours of the morning with a bunch of friends every nights.  So much so that the lady that was serving us our coffee knew what to serve us as soon as we walked in and we called her mom.  I also knew a few cab drivers and they would drive me home free at time because it was a 30 minutes walk and they wanted to make sure I made it home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. when I lived in Montreal, no one was paying attention to me but when I moved to Moncton I quickly had more peoples to hang out with then I ever knew in Montreal.  Also much more attention from boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I’ve been at a punk’s party/ demonstration in Montreal.  The punks/homeless used the park as a place to sleep and the city was gonna put a curfew in place to prevent them from using the park.  It was a very pacific event.  The authorities still decided to interfere none the less, but I was gone before they started handcuffing peoples.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  I’ve been in the scout movement, took piano lessons, figure skating lessons, been in a folklore dance troupe. All mostly for 1 year each.  Quite scouts because of a bad summer camp experience with dislocated shoulder from previous trip with parents.  The camp wouldn’t accommodate my discomfort. Quit piano lessons, mostly because bored, didn’t enjoy the music I was thought with(maybe trying an other teacher would’ve helped).  The dance troupe, I quit because through childhood I often got sick for some time and missed some practices just before a performance and messed up in the show.  Felt too embarrassed to continue.  And figure skating, I was doing ok but the second year there were no more room for my level so they bumped me up and I had too much struggle keeping up.  Also was bought new skates that were supposed to be more professional but I kept tripping on the front picks that were sticking out more then my old skates.   I think after that my parents didn’t want to enroll me in anything because I was always quitting. When I got in college I got myself into karate, really enjoyed it but as time went I started to be more and more tired before training, and got to the point training was making me dizzy, I didn’t have enough energy to keep up, I had to admit to myself I couldn’t continue.   When pregnant with Owen started ti chi and again, I got too uncomfortable at the end of pregnancy to continue and after birth have been too busy ever since.  There’s probably more to this list.  But even though I did those things only for a short period of time, I’m glad I did them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114645282132861453?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114645282132861453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114645282132861453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114645282132861453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114645282132861453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/05/six-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='Six things you might not know about me?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114628026091964857</id><published>2006-04-29T00:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:51.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest For The Wicked</title><content type='html'>What did I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired and out of it, haven’t had my dose of internet anti stress for a week!  A whole week!!!!!!!!!!!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving went well enough.  Aside from the scare of having lost my whole cd/dvd collection, by my own stupid fault.  But I found it in the big downstairs family room wich is totally filled with our boxed junk.  My uncle who helped us move couldn’t find his jacket either.  That made me feel so bad because he worked so hard to help us and his cell phone and truck keys are in it and he absolutely need them to work.  The next day, after the kids were in bed I managed to find it for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blog rusty, it’s been so long and with only 5h of dial up access a month until the high speed internet guy shows up to hook us up. Which, we have no idea when that will be, being as we live in the sticks now.  so much probably went by since I last posted but I can’t remember much, it’s all foggy and like alphabet soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen seem to like his new home,  he actually unpacked his clothes himself and stuffed it all in the bottom drawer during a nap time. Then around supper time since he didn’t sleep, he was so out of control, I sent him to his room to calm down and he passed out in his drawer overstuffed with all his clothes.  Looks comphy in a weird kind of way.   He has a bed all his own but I’ve been finding him asleep everywhere but his bed lately.  Yesterday, he fell asleep on the floor after pretending to vacume his room with the dirt buster’s attachment till he passed out.  Before we moved, 12 days before the move to be precise, he started developing a passion for pealing his wall border.  One evening I found him passed out on the night table after a pealing frenzy.  I can guaranty you that he will not have a border in his new room, nor will there be any in the rest of the house either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is much roomier and Owen also like to walk/run in his own way back and forth for long amount of time.  I also love the spacious play room beside the dinning room.  Allows me to finish my meal and watch them play. It’s nice that Vivian don’t need to wait till I’m done eating to go in her jolly jumper, after 4-5 days without it, she was absolutely jumping of joy for over 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also all kind of things we’re finding out about the house that will require prompt action. Like the fact our water thank work poorly and need to be replaced, but nb power wont do it until we replace the wiring and breaker for something heavier grade. So only one of us can take a bath a day and remain with cold water for the rest of the day.  Wonder how the previous peoples did manage in this house without taking care of all that stuff.  Like the water softener is totally grimy,  doubt water ran through it for quite some time.  I think we might have to buy an other one.  And it would be nice to get it before the new water thank cause our water is quite hard.  I boiled some water today and when it start cooling off, the hardness fall to the bottom like a blanket of white dust.  Mostly lime.  I think our water is rich in calcium,  will make for strong bones hehe.  But it is hard on the water thank, the washer and the dish washer, so it would be a good investment to get that water softener soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was lit with a gizzilion 100 watt bulbs.  Every sockets, whether it rated it or not was fitted with 100 watt bulb. That’s a lot of energy when you consider how many light fixtures there is in that house.  How do you feel about being greeted by 500 watts when you walk in?  400 watts in the kitchen, probably like 1200 watts in the family room downstairs.  So we’re downgrading most with 60 watts or less and put a few more dimmers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room is cold, there’s a heater but I can’t find the thermostat.  Trying to save on electric bill till we can look after the furnace and get a bit of wood, but the warmer days should be here soon too.  Until then, the sunroom warm up the kitchen/dining room nicely after 10 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest concern right now is having our old place sold.  All I can do is look after the kids day after day. While DH is either at work or working on the few last reno and things to do on the house that has now a sale sign on the front lawn.  And I usually had my mom’s help in the afternoon to let me have a nap and things were under control.  Now she too is at the old house doing some work and here I am with no relief for me, no one to help with the kids so I can get things out of boxes and get organized to be somewhat functional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to clean a few floors but not as much as I want.  The bathroom, kitchen and play room, because with a baby crawling around, I need at least a few clean surfaces.  I want more but they hardly allowed me to clean the few I did.   They are taking so much out of me right now.  I don’t remember being able to do so little at the other place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian usually played quite a bit on her own, now almost always want to be held and make a big fuss about it, and Owen is in everything and anything, I constantly have to ask him to leave doors closed or open, he’s constantly playing with the fridge doors or digging for an apple, eat a bit leave it somewhere and then eventually goes back for a new one.  He’s hard to keep out of the boxes also. And if it’s not having his nose stuffed in everything, he’s harassing his little sister or pealing the flooring in the sunroom.  Yep, he found something else to peel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he drive me nuts, totally bunker, don’t get me wrong, I love my son very much. He just don’t seem to want to listen to anything I say at all since we’re moved.  I guess I can’t really blame a soon to be 3 year old in a new universe to explore.  I should be aware that the routine is going to take a set back for a while but with no help for me to cope, I get overwhelmed at time.  I suppose that for 12 days, DH was at home giving him some extra one on one attention.   It’s so hard for me to get anything done, I mean, is it normal that after a week of being moved, my dresser is still totally empty?  Yes, empty, I’m not sure in what bag all my clothes are yet and I haven’t had the time to go digging.  And the closet is the same way, well aside from a few too nice things to put in garbage bags, like my wedding dress a few gowns and stuff like that. At time I have doubts if moving was a good idea. But I’m pretty sure it’s just because I’m overwhelmed and once the house is sold and things return to normal I will feel a sense of normalcy return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably have more to say but it’s getting late.  Now that I have internet access, I will try to post more soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, it’s all alphabet soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  in need of vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about that tag thing, I’m not sure what to say,  will think about it and see if I can come up with something later, 6 things no one knows about me?  Meh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114628026091964857?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114628026091964857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114628026091964857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114628026091964857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114628026091964857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-rest-for-wicked.html' title='No Rest For The Wicked'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114394728313664580</id><published>2006-04-01T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:50.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where the street have no name</title><content type='html'>That's where i'm going in about 3 weeks, to live on a street that is only identified by a number, not a name.  I guess that's what you get in a town of less then 1 000 peoples.  hmmm  i think i'm gaining some apreciation for that song. &lt;blockquote&gt;"I often feel very claustrophobic in a city, a feeling of wanting to break out&lt;br /&gt;of that city and a feeling of wanting to go somewhere where the values of the&lt;br /&gt;city and the values of our society don’t hold you down."  ~ Bono, U2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, our offer finaly was accepted and we're only waiting for a water test and time to get all the paperwork done and over with.  DH recieved the ok for his vacation request, so he'll have more time to help get ready for the big move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, cityfobic or at least wanting to break free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114394728313664580?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114394728313664580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114394728313664580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114394728313664580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114394728313664580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-street-have-no-name.html' title='where the street have no name'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114342844321241475</id><published>2006-03-26T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:50.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on edge</title><content type='html'>it's only the second house we make an offer to, and since we made the offer friday and it's a bank repo, the bank is closed on the weekend and they can only reply to our offer on monday morning.   I thought waiting 24h for an answer was bad enough.  I tried not to think too much about it yesterday. but this evening, the waiting is anguishing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time getting as entousiastic about this house because the land is no where near as nice. but on the other hand, the house is much better and more suitable for our growing needs.  and there is a river running at the back of the propriety.  i suppose we should go take a walk down there sometime this week.  unless we're outbided and there's no chance to redeem ourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house was only listed the day before we went to see it thursday and we were the first to see it.  there were 2 or 3 other couples that went to see it before we even made an offer but yet there were no other offer made yet.  there was an other couple going to see it yesterday and i guess we're gonna find out tomorrow if they decided to make an offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a nice house but it has a lot of overdue maintenance.  nothing i'm worried about but it could scare some buyers... i hope&lt;br /&gt;what would you think of a place that need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;new roofing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new windows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driveway need fixing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;side metal stares have no support on one side at the foot of the stares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lanterns on the cement posts along the driveway look totaly rundown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's a deadbolt but no doorknob on the entrance door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the staires are tiled but the edge of a few are missing the trim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hole in the bathroom door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some solarium glass panes are cracked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the jacuzy might need replacing, meaning the windows have to be replaced at same time cause it will be the only way out for the jacuzy and back in for the new tub.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the en suite bathroom need be totaly torn down and redone, too much mildew on the walls and ceiling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hard wood floor has a few burns in one of the room and nasty scratches in the master bedroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few missing ceiling acoustic tiles in the basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a tiled fireplace cassing with a pipe sticking out but no fireplace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the driveway will have to be broken up and dug for drainage near the house since it used to be a garage at basement level and will have to be filled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can think of right now hehe  not sure i feel like going to bed tho,  but then again, if i mannage to sleep, time will go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle had advised to bid low, i hope it will work for us.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you'll hear back from me tomorow with more stress or a big celebration hehe  altho i seriously doubt they would accept our offer without counter offering.  but i kind of expect to be turned down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough rambling, this is waring me out&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  worn out from house shopping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114342844321241475?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114342844321241475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114342844321241475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114342844321241475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114342844321241475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/03/sitting-on-edge.html' title='Sitting on edge'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114299935477280628</id><published>2006-03-21T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:50.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>torn between dream and reality</title><content type='html'>So this morning we were anxiously waiting for the report from the inspector to go get a mortgage aproval at the bank.  this is it, one of the final steps on our way to ownership.  wondering why did the inspector took so long and if we were going to be able to meet the deadlines.  and the relief when he walked to our door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he came in and sat us down.  and his first question was "you guys are infatuated with this porperty aren't you?"  yes, it is possible, the view is so nice and a lot of what we were looking for.  then he broke it to us, and the words sank deep, "to bring this house to code, it would cost about $100 000"  we had even failed to see that there wasn't an electrical outlet upstares where all the bedrooms are.  they use extention cords!  and about the wood heat?  i guess it doesn't even make it to the 2nd floor, they have electric heat up there.  the only electricals that are running in the walls up there.  he also said that if we were to do any work that required a building permit, like the extention i wanted as an exemple, we'd be asked to bring the house to code and we might as well just tear down the house and build anew.  that's quite a wakeup call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel bad for the owners that are stuck with it.  the land and view is beautiful but we need somewhere safe to get our kids to bed.  so back to house hunting it is for us. blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good laugh this evening while preparing the bath for Vivian.  Owen came to see the water running. and when i got ready to get in the tub myself,  he hurried like i never seen him do, to get undressed, all by himself.  i was so proud of him.  pulling his shirt over his head, pulling his pants down and unfastening his diaper with so little trouble. but how do you tell him that he had his bath the night before and will have his bath tomorow and this is Vivian's turn? well, i guess you don't.  i took Vivian in for her bath and he was trying to climb in himself. but ended up being pulled back in the livingroom and put new diaper and a pijamas with much protest.  he did not want to get into his routine at all, he was so set on getting a bath.  he usualy follow bedtime routine very compliantly.  Not tonight, after Vivian was clean, i told DH that he might as well have a little soak so he can calm down to go to sleep.  So vivian wasn't even out yet that he was trying to climb back in, fully dressed.  he got some help getting undressed and then with a little help, climbed the edge of the tub and jumped in gleefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after they were in bed i went to get a boob rack and a 18l water bottle.  came back with what i went for and 2 chicks.  they were so cute i had to bring them home.  they weren't much and they're gonna help with after school activities.  I was gonna show you a picture but it won't let me upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, gonna be here for a while longer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114299935477280628?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114299935477280628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114299935477280628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114299935477280628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114299935477280628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/03/torn-between-dream-and-reality.html' title='torn between dream and reality'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114243443491550749</id><published>2006-03-15T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:49.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too excited to think about a subject</title><content type='html'>This is it!  we made an offer last night for the house that's been running in our mind for the past few weeks and got a call this morning.  we have to call the building inspector, the offer is accepted without need for negotiation on price.  although, i think we'll have some negotiation after the inspection is done, there's a lot of work to do in that house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closing date is very soon so we have to get ourself into top gear.  it sure will help get the clutter out of this house and make it easier to show all the corners hehe&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to do though, oufff, getting this house ready fast and cleaning up our new one.  the current owner of our new house don't apear to be the kind keen on reno and maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is racing, my heart and all, so i'll see about more updates on the events later&lt;br /&gt;Chantal gonna be a contry girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114243443491550749?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114243443491550749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114243443491550749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114243443491550749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114243443491550749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-excited-to-think-about-subject.html' title='Too excited to think about a subject'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114204023768478083</id><published>2006-03-10T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:49.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy beware of new chompers</title><content type='html'>outch, yes sir&lt;br /&gt;those top 2 teeth are making their way out, gnaw, gnaw gnaw, chomp!  :o&lt;br /&gt;i recieved a little preview of their potential this evening.  hopefuly she'll be kind to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on previous posts, i noticed that i've been talking mostly about house shopping, and i must admit it's on my mind a great deal.  especialy that we're starting to get the house ready to put it on the market.  there's this sense of entousiasme, exitement and doubts, all mixed into one big ball of nerves that is me right now.  why?  i'm trying to keep my thought rational on the whole deal, but with Owen that has developped a strong selective hearing and love to torment his 2 sisters, push and steel lill sis's toys,  chasse and wagg tail of fluffy fur sister Daphne. and when he get in his mind to chase her around, he has to follow her exact path.  it's difficult to keep a straight thought in this chaotic circus of laugh and tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add to the mix, Vivian nurse more frequently at night since she can do so more peacefully.  good for her but i'm not getting much sleep from that deal wich i wasn't asked my opinion in the first place.  i would like to see her eat more solids but she refuse everything food from me aside from the booby.  i've been trying more persistently for the past 3 days to give her food, but it's just one big source of frustration for both of us.  My mom has no problem giving her solids though, and my husband has had somewhat more success then me, so i really don't feel like pushing this issue to battle anymore.  it just ware me out and make me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a week already since i recieved my potties.  we first had asked a coupple that are in business to order them for us, thinking they'd apreciate the business. but time was going by with no news and after 2 months of waiting, we said enough is enough, they wouldn't even return our call, so on monday, i ordered the potties, from a canadian store in Ontario, and thursday they were at my door.  Wow, now that's service! and really not too soon for vivian, she look so happy on her new potties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i was gonna post some pictures but after 2nd try it just won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;i better go see how Owen's doing, he wasn't sleeping last time i checked. instead, he was in his rocking chair that i just recently placed in his room.  might have to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not,  i found him curled up over his sippy in bed hehe  if it work for him, i'm ok with that. and if he went to bed later, i might have a bit more time to sleep in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening when i was getting Owen ready for his shower,  i found out Vivian mannaged to stand up by herself and was holding on to the side of the playpen.  Yay Vivian, you go girl!  already 9 months old tomorrow, it's had to believe time went that fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like Daphne don't want me to type, she's laying across my arms&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, looking for my sanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114204023768478083?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114204023768478083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114204023768478083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114204023768478083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114204023768478083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/03/mommy-beware-of-new-chompers.html' title='Mommy beware of new chompers'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114109782682470869</id><published>2006-02-27T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:49.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that my sign?</title><content type='html'>The sign i've been praying for last night?&lt;br /&gt;could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i have a hard time dealing with dilemas, i prayed that if the house in Sackville was the one for us, I asked God to send us someone interrested to buy the house in the next week or 2.  i thought leaving 2 weeks for God to send me a sign would be a descent timeframe. Not that i think he can't work with much less time, i guess i just didn't want to sound too much like i was in a hurry.  I really didn't expect that a friend hint to us that he's interrested the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tonight, less then 24 hours before my prayer, he announce that they're gonna put their house for sale and that they are looking for something like our place.  She'd like to build, but he doesn't want to.  And we are so close to everything here, from first school to college, even university is not too far.  and we're walking distance from the mall but it doesn't feel like we're so close to all that trafic.  I'll keep praying.  it's not an offer yet but there's hope.  but now i'm wondering, if he decide that they are not interrested and don't make an offer, is that still my sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time will tell, he'll be coming over in 2 days to get his computer virus checked and look at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  believing that everything should go well if it's God's will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114109782682470869?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114109782682470869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=114109782682470869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114109782682470869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/114109782682470869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-that-my-sign.html' title='Is that my sign?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114100814067701276</id><published>2006-02-26T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:49.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the View</title><content type='html'>For the past few days' that's all i've been thinking about, The View. i gues you would have to be there to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.century21moncton.com/property/sackville/293westcock.htm"&gt;one more house&lt;/a&gt;. probably the last in a while, since we were gonna put the house hunting on the back burner again. i feel bad for the estate agent that help us look around. he work so hard for us and then we always end up saying, we're gonna wait some more. wait, wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i can't say that we havn't seen some gorgeous house before. sure there was a few. but the price was ah hem! nice too. but this one. when we stepped out of the van. i was so taken by the view. it got to be one of the most beautiful view i ever saw comming with a house. high up overlooking the bay of fundy. oh so beautiful. i guess i'm loosing all my ability to use objectivity when i looked at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are cracks in the stone masonery, the kitchen is ubber small, witha wonderful view of the bay at the sink. there is barely any room to eat, unless we convert the livingroom into the diningroom. and the office into the livingroom. then, the listing say there are 4 bedroom, but we could only count 3... we are already using the 3 bedroom and will need more if i get pregnant again. the roof need reshingling. the house need new siding and new windows. and if your cooking, hope you don't have to go to the loo in a hurry, cause you have to go all the way throught the house, up the staires and then a few more paces. the barn is not falling apart, there are still some animals in it but it need some TLC too. but the view is astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the View is what i have in mind all the time no matter what i see in the house. altho i'm unsettled about finding a water cooler in the kitchen. this house is hooked up on well water. what's wrong with the water? we want to get out of the city so we can have good water on tap. not having to keep carrying big water bottles back and forth. so i'm really wondering about that. the kid said that his parents got the water tested not long ago. hope to hear about the results soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after seeing the size and condition of the house we thought about the first house we saw last year. it was about to go in the hands of the bank due to bankrupcy. and it would be out of the market for 3 months. i thought about it again. its a big house with 6 bedroom. there was a few things i had issues about but over all it only needed roof redone and windows. plus it's a finished basement. not the same wonderfull view but a good sturdy house with enough room that we don't have to think about expanding someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started to think about it and how it would be ok. but the location is in alittle town with not much to do. not a problem for me so much but i think about our kids and how they might have not enough to keep them out of trouble there. altho there are plenty of wood to heat the house and a river running at the back. no barn but a big garage that can fit a few vehicules and lots of junk or hobbies. and no pastures. just a fairly large backyard but nothing i'd call a pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm torn apart, the view keep calling me and sackville has much more to offer. but the house is needing a lot of TLC. it has some fenced pastures and plenty of room to grow lots of stuff. and even more wood. and the view is so nice. but how could we afford all the renovation and the possible expanssion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the reality start and the dream end? anyone can help me make up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, Struck by the View&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114100814067701276?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114100814067701276/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-114023145019836475</id><published>2006-02-17T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:48.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw a few more houses today</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.mls.ca/PropertyDetails.aspx?vd=&amp;SearchURL=%3fPage%3d2%26Mode%3d0%26vs%3d1%26rlt%3d%26cp%3d%26pt%3d0%26mp%3d100000-125000-0%26mrt%3d-1-0-0%26Beds%3d0-0%26Baths%3d0-0%26f%3d%26ft%3dall%26o%3dA%26of%3d1%26ps%3d50%26ptgid%3d1%26aid%3d1791%26MapURL%3d%253fAreaID%253d1791&amp;amp;Mode=0&amp;PropertyID=4257841"&gt;first house&lt;/a&gt; we saw was in memremcook, nice location, elevated enough not to worry about flooding, but oh my, how the floors are crooked, they all have their own slope facing diferent direction.  can't hold it against them that the bed was in the dining room right off the living room, there come an age when steps are not an option, even when all the bedroom are up there.  i suppose it's still better then the one with the dead mouse in it, yeah.  pretty interresting houses we've been seeing.  no wonder i started considering building new again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.mls.ca/PropertyDetails.aspx?vd=&amp;SearchURL=%3fMode%3d0%26Page%3d1%26vs%3d1%26rlt%3d%26cp%3d%26pt%3d0%26mp%3d175000-200000-0%26mrt%3d-1-0-0%26Beds%3d0-0%26Baths%3d0-0%26f%3d%26ft%3dall%26o%3dA%26of%3d1%26ps%3d50%26ptgid%3d1%26aid%3d1948%26MapURL%3d%253fAreaID%253d1791&amp;amp;Mode=0&amp;PropertyID=4064459"&gt;second house&lt;/a&gt; we saw today was so nice, i think it was the nicest we saw so far overall.  maybe not the nicest house in absolute. but in very good condition with enough room, and some out building that are not treatening to fall like most other one we saw.  the barn was actualy very nice and sturdy too. and had some inabitant so Owen had the chance to make is first encounter of the bovine kind.  he also had a chance to see a real piano for the first time. make me regret selling mine.  he seemed to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.mls.ca/PropertyDetails.aspx?vd=&amp;SearchURL=%3fMode%3d0%26Page%3d1%26vs%3d1%26rlt%3d%26cp%3d%26pt%3d0%26mp%3d90000-150000-0%26mrt%3d-1-0-0%26Beds%3d0-0%26Baths%3d0-0%26f%3d%26ft%3dall%26o%3dA%26of%3d1%26ps%3d50%26ptgid%3d1%26aid%3d1948%26MapURL%3d%253fAreaID%253d1791&amp;amp;Mode=0&amp;PropertyID=4183038"&gt;third one&lt;/a&gt; was nice too, mostly but had a muddy basement and altho we thought it had 200 acres of wood land, it was only near the house that there was wood, behind that, it was all cut.  and the house burn 12 cords of wood, wich a lot.  and on the way to this house, i found out that we had forgotten the diaper bag at home : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we forget such a thing?  with a toddler and a 8 months old?  oddly enough, she kept fairly dry and didn't want to eat either.  all it seem she made a big fuss about is that she was too warmly bundled.  the whole weat rolls i bought at the big stop irving was a good investment though.  kept our stomack from grumbling and Owen in a good mood the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we can only find a happy medium between afordability and our dreams. that will be great.  or maybe we just need to win the lottery :p   unless i can get in a good business oportunity that i could do at home, that would be sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, house hunting continue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-114023145019836475?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/114023145019836475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113971354829576161</id><published>2006-02-11T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:48.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House hunting</title><content type='html'>Once more, we've started going to look at houses, hoping to find the one that we can call home.  at first i always feel the rush and the urge, then after a few houses, it's the disenchantement.  too small, too run down, not enough land, or too expensive, still not big enough or way too far.  blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i start thinking, what if we just got land and built the house that suits us. but we're talking money we don't have.  we thought about in law suite too but maybe we're just dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're gonna go see more house next week. keep you posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div 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hunting'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113885304500450935</id><published>2006-02-01T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:48.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Censored News?</title><content type='html'>My DH sent me a link and after reading a bit, found it quite of interesting value. i thought i'd share the &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/news2006/0127-01.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; with you.  there was &lt;a href="http://www.projectcensored.org/censored_2006/#16"&gt;one in particular&lt;/a&gt; that conserned Canada, and makes me wonder if the elections even matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd also want to make you ponder the &lt;a href="http://canadianactionparty.ca/temp/articles/Mothers_Day.asp"&gt;true origin or mother's day&lt;/a&gt; .   because even if we're a few months away from mother's day, i think if we should honor it's true meaning, we'd have to pass the word early enough so woman everywhere could get together to unite their prayers for peace and show solitarity for the ones who are mourning their loved ones because of terror, wars and opression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass the word around&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113885304500450935?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113885304500450935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Few Milestones</title><content type='html'>it's a bit too late for me to indulge in wordiness. i just want to make some note about a few things today.  this evening Vivian started to help herself put her arms through her sleeves,  this morning, she started to display acts of shyness in a cute way and this afternoon, Owen started to suck on Vivian's nose.  Not sure what to make of the last one but she apear to enjoy it too.  who knows, i could probably find out for myself as he made me the offer also but i'm not up to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i could keep with my resolution to go to bed early, that would be great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, no milestones for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113850916899010590?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113850916899010590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113850916899010590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113850916899010590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113850916899010590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-milestones.html' title='A Few Milestones'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113823894808443398</id><published>2006-01-25T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:47.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierdness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113823894808443398?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113823894808443398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113823894808443398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113823894808443398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113823894808443398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/01/wierdness.html' title='Wierdness?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113823855393319263</id><published>2006-01-25T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:47.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'll try to blog a bit more ofthen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can herass me any time you want, I wish i could blog more too.  I realized that my kids were suffering from my computer based adiction.  yes it's true and i'm going in withdrawal,  i miss it, mostly chatting whith the ones who care to chat with me regularly.  Please know that i have no intention of abandoning you.  I didn't think my part time surfing/chatting was affecting my son as much but his behavior started to trouble me and i decided to look in the mirror to see where it came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i'm a strong believer that if i don't like my kids behavior, it's because of something in the way i model, and if i want to change it, i have to change ME.  I know there are part of it that is their own personality, or the way they respond to what's being dealt to them.  but I believe i have a strong part to play in it.  and to reenforce my belief, as soon as i stepped away from the computer, i saw some rewarding improvements.  I love my kids and i want to give them the best i know how.  I also don't want to live 18+ years with brats :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ahhh, i miss chatting hehe.  yeah with you too Tina,  and i feel an empty void inside from not being able to be more available.  i wish i could be present all the time, but now i must limit myself to evenings after kids are in bed and try not too stay up too late in an attempt to catch up.  speaking of catching up. it's kind of difficult when my best msn buddy in not on for the few hours i am :(   Nancyyyyy!!!! WHere are youuuuuuu!  (in a whining kind of voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  so today, i decided i was overdue for a trip to frenchies used clothing.  and Nancy was right, there's quite a bit of girl cloth lately. i looted all 4 bins.  everybody else were complaining there was nothing.  but in fear of costing me $100 i made a big effort to return some of it to the bins.  after all, 2 basket is a lot of cloth and i shouldn't pick too much stuff that will only fit in a few years hehe.  sometime i can't resist though, it's just too cute or good quality.  and now i go prepared, i mesure the kids, cause i find it impossible to rely on the size on the tag. and i bring my mesuring tape with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i need a good relaxing potion now.  my DH is listening to anoying stuff on his puter.  one he just listen to was particularly stressing, and i even vocalized about it. and he said that was the point.  Euh wait a minut, HONEY!   are you trying to anoy me on purpose??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact it was election day this monday, i'll say only one thing.  glad the old party's not the one who won but for as long as we have the mentality that there can only be one of 2 parties elected, it's never gonna be a good thing.  I hope and i pray that our leader don't start stepping on other contry's toes, like some other neo-cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for now&lt;br /&gt;Chantal,  can't think of anything else at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113823855393319263?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113823855393319263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113823855393319263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113823855393319263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113823855393319263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-overdue.html' title='Long overdue'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113721515813308158</id><published>2006-01-13T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:46.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Harmless</title><content type='html'>Today is well you can see the date of the blog, its friday 13th.   i should be afraid, no?  after what happened earlier this week, maybe i should tremble in fear for doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aAahtchooOOuU!, fear my mad sneeze.   after a bad week, what can happen at the end of it?  aside from a bad cold, again, that makes me feel miserable.  the day went by like normal, it's just me that don't feel normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i got the phonecall i was anxious to get.  the one that tells me the price of a second of inatention.  well, maybe more then a second.  I should've let someone in a better state of mind drive.  tired, hungry,  too much on my mind and just finished nursing so my mind can't realy focus clearly on anything.  what a combination to think i'll be ok to drive.  anyway, it will cost me $318.  i could feel depressed to see all that money go away but oddly enough i'm happy, because i had a bit saved up, to buy stuff i wanted but didn't bother ordering it yet.  so i have the money to pay for my own mistake.  for a SAHM, i think it's quite empowering.  i would've felt terrible if i wasn't able to cover it and DH had to find a way to pay that on top of all the bills.  He already pay so much for my effort to find a resemblance of a health back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, it's just a day, don't be afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113721515813308158?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113721515813308158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113721515813308158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113721515813308158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113721515813308158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/01/mostly-harmless.html' title='Mostly Harmless'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113668581546564411</id><published>2006-01-07T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:46.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bumpy day</title><content type='html'>With kids, every days have their moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sweet, some not so sweet. but it is ok, you can start all over again the next day. every days seem to look alike and melt into one an other. you'd think i'd remember exactly the day she cut her first tooth, or said mama. it's a great moment and it cheers my heart and make me greatfull for having 2 beautiful kids. but i don't quite remember when it happens. everything seem to happen so fast and i'm constantly in a state of sleep deprivation that make it hard to remember. that's one reason i try to take a lot of pictures and sometime little videos too. Here's my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=w9mj5dtfcfM"&gt;most recent one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a bit of venting. yesterday my mom tell me that she has to go see her brother to try to get a dent out of the corner of her bumper. it happened in the church parkinglot while she was in church. no one bothered to come forward and she has a $500 insurance deductible before the insurance pay for any dammage. so last night i was reminescing of the good old days when we used to have cromed metal pumpers. it was the real thing, you bump into an other bumper, no big deal, very little chance it will be visible. nowdays, you only look at a bumper cover and it get dammaged, what the use of bumpers? especialy that often time they have to be replaced and they are not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm gonna find out the price of one very soon myself because comming out of my parking spot at the bulkbarn, i reared on a nice new black honda and made some nice horizontal scratches on its bumper. ironicaly, we were just arguing about our difficulty paying our bills and falling behind. so i had to make it worst by being responsible for an accident. Didn't help that both kids were hungry and fussy. but no less, i decided to find the owner and tell him the bad news. so i started with the pot and pan store and it didn't take 2 minutes to find the man who owned the honda. i'm very greatfull that he remained calm and was a kind type. we exchanged name and phone numbers and he said he'd get an estimate and call me back. i also gave him my insurance policy number but he seem to want to save me money and try to get it fixed without going through the insurances. he think it might cost around $125, i hope he's right. He was also kind enough to let me know he was going out of town for a few days so i wouldn't agonize by the phone endlessly. I already feel bad enough :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who can't run away from a parkinglot dent? i mean, my mom got hit at church, you'd figure it should be an honest person? and the time before that, she got sideswiped when she was parked in front of my house, we suspect a neibor, but that's just a suspicion, we didnt' go check their vehicule to see if they had a matching scratch pattern so we're not gonna dwell over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i can't go back in time and undo my mistake, and there's no sense brewing those depressing anxiety causing thoughts over and over, i will try not to think about it too much untill i get more information about it. after all, it could've been much worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a bit of heart warming stuff.... just before we left the house, DD was in her snow suite at the top of the staires, waiting to be loaded in the van and Owen was at the bottom of the staires, with his jacket and boots on when he decided to escalate the staires with a mentra. Ti Soeur (lil sister). he get to her, say hug, gives her a hug, say kisses, and gives her kisses, then say "j't'aime fort fort fort!" that was so cute! i tell hubby that Owen never said that to me like that. " j'taime fort fort fort". and Owen proceed to do an encore for his little sister hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, he went to his bed on his own for his nap and bedtime. we used to struggle with him and now, even when he doesn't quite go on his own, he still goes with ease. wich is quite a change and a nice one at that. he's also getting good at putting his toys away, with a bit of help. but it's nice that he usualy do most of the work in collecting the scattered pieces. and he is starting to wistle. i was quite impress. Vivian is sitting on her own fairly well now and she's always so smily. I'm so greatfull to have them. oh did i already say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost lost Owen's glasses today at costco of all places. we coudln't quite remember if he had them comming in the store. but i noticed he took off his tuque and stuffed it on a shelf. DH picked up the tuque then i said, didnt' he have his glasses too? DH was gonna backtrack the whole store, when i asked Owen, where's your glasses? and he turned to the same shelf and pulled them from the wired rack. Good! we don't have to spend an hour searching and having to pay for new glasses after all, altho it was a close call. cause i almost didn't make a case of him not having his glasses on, cause he could've taken them off in the van or we could've forgotten them at home. and that's what i was willing to think at first. but i wanted to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for quite some time, i've been going to bed way too late, and although before christmass i had started working out, with a few bad cold, it got put on hold. yesterday i decided to get back on track, work out and go to bed early, so i did my workout around 8pm and stepped away from my computer around 9:30, took my shower and then knitted on my scarff for a while to relaxe before going to bed. it was nice and i wanted to stick to it, but not tonight. today was a bit much for my liking and i just want to vedge. wierd how 24h can bare more to write about then 10 days. i will try to get back to my resolution in a day or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, my brain decided to go on vaccation but didnt' give me any notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113668581546564411?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113668581546564411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113668581546564411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113668581546564411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113668581546564411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2006/01/bumpy-day.html' title='A bumpy day'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113591566142741853</id><published>2005-12-29T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:45.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days Left</title><content type='html'>*taking a deep breath and exaling slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, 2 days and we can say good bye to 2005 and hello 2006! i feel like my brain is somewhat on vacation, not sure where. it's not like i vegged all that time. and it's not like i lacked in stuff to talk about either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time recieving the family for Christmas, i tried to prepare myself a day early this time, even tho i still forgot to buy celery for the turkey stuffing. at first i was at lost but i thought to myself, self, you got some mushroom, might not be what you're used to, not what's on the recipe, but it should turn out just fine. and it really did, it was good, the whole meal was good. well maybe my pie crust need perfecting. it was my first pie crust ever tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed to had a good time, even Vivian was full of giggles and smiles all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've known right from the start the crust was gonna be tough. I suppose i had my suspicion when i had to steem roll the dough over 50 time each half, to get it flat. it never broke, it was so hard to flatten it. but no one lost a tooth on it. and after a few days, the crust had softened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son started doing something quite peculiar yesterday. my hubby and I were wondering if it was tipical for a 2 years old. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/200/P1010045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/P1010046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/200/P1010046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he takes plates, bowl, glass and now even silverware, line it up on the floor and when he hits a wall, that's it, regardless that there's still room on the other side of the line. and we weren't sure what to think of it. DH was even wondering if it was an autistic behavior. untill our DS cheered the word, quinkx. we're not sure how he came up with that word, but it's the word he use a lot when he sit on and watch DH play tetris. so in his own way, DS is playing tetris with plates and bowls. he seems quite interresting in learning to wisle too, he's starting to get the hang of it. i find it so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD has so far taste tested, avocado, squash and asparagus. and to my surprise, she seems to quite like asparagus. will be nice this summer when our garden's asparagus comes up. yum fresh picked asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also took Owen for some toboganing. he liked it a lot. i wish i had a baby sled, so i could've sat Vivian down and towed her around. she's quite heavy to cary. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/PC230030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/200/PC230030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ah well, she'll be walking next year.  a few week ago at her 6 months apointment she was 20lb and 13oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- my son on the tobogan my parents used to take me slinding with when i was his age hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well  time to call it a night.  1 more day till new years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113591566142741853?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113591566142741853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113591566142741853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113591566142741853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113591566142741853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-days-left.html' title='2 Days Left'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113531104025278785</id><published>2005-12-23T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:45.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, here's the links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bostonphoenix.com/archive/features/99/12/09/SANTA.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/christmaslore/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.domestic-church.com/CONTENT.DCC/19971201/ARTICLES/ADVTRAD1.HTM"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.classbrain.com/artholiday/publish/article_52.shtml"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.allthingschristmas.com/traditions.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go count sheeps&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113531104025278785?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113531104025278785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113531104025278785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113531104025278785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113531104025278785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-heres-links.html' title='ok, here&apos;s the links'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113530976694620601</id><published>2005-12-22T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:45.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you a truly Christmas</title><content type='html'>Not one as we know it. It has become far too commercial for my liking. Are we really in “the Christmas spirit” or could it be that some other spirit has stolen the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for two centuries after Christ's birth, no one knew, and few people cared, exactly when he was born. Birthdays were unimportant; death days counted. Besides, Christ was divine and his natural birth was deliberately played down. In fact, the Church even announced at one point that it was sinful to contemplate observing Christ's birthday "as though He were a King Pharoah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can read in the bible about the birth of Jesus in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;luke 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to consider that the sheep were kept in corals during the cold rainy season, that it was in the spring, when the grass was fresh and the ewe were lambing, that the shepherds were keeping watch through the night with their flock.&lt;br /&gt;So why did it come about that we’re celebrating on December 25th? In ancient times, Dec. 25 was the date of the lavish Roman festival of Saturnalia. It was a time when gifts were exchanged; homes, streets and buildings were decorated; people came home for the holidays and everybody was in a happy, party mood. It is also a time for many cultures around the world to have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_solstice"&gt;yule&lt;/a&gt; is an other one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scholars maintain that &lt;a title="December 25" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_25"&gt;December 25&lt;/a&gt; was only adopted in the &lt;a title="4th century" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4th_century"&gt;4th century&lt;/a&gt; as a Christian holiday after &lt;a title="Constantine I (emperor)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_I_(emperor)"&gt;Roman Emperor Constantine&lt;/a&gt; converted to Christianity to encourage a common religious festival for both &lt;a title="Christian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian"&gt;Christians&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Paganism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paganism"&gt;pagans&lt;/a&gt;. As a mean to make conversion easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there came the &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/3wisemen.asp"&gt;3 wise man &lt;/a&gt;to worship and bring gift to the infant Jesus, well, maybe not quite as we think. is it just me who’s under the impression that our culture feel the need to tell a story with a conclusion that come within 30 minutes and that includes the comercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line would be &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/boxing.asp"&gt;boxing day&lt;/a&gt;. The day when we need to take out all the box and wrapping and return the gifts that don’t fit or need to be exchanged for one reason or an other. Once again, we’re celebrating something we don’t quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would be christmas without Santa Claus? Now, i got this question poping in my head. Ok, yeah, he’s been part of chirstmas all my life, he’s that magical mistical figue that brings us gifts when we sleep, if we’ve been good. But, but who is he realy and where does he fit in with the story of Jesus? In French we call him Pere Noel, and I was also told that he was St Nicolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to have made him the most apealing part of our celebration. He’s everywhere and kids still write him letters. Have we turned him into a big marketing tool for an ever comercial holyday. (now that realy sound oximoron, comercial holy day, please, holyness is not for sale) first off, we celebrate the feast day of &lt;a href="http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=38"&gt;St Nicolas&lt;/a&gt; on December 6th, again we’re trying to cram everything in one day. And he wasn’t always portrayed in that red suit. Much was atributed to coca cola for cementing that image as yet an other &lt;a href="http://www.bostonphoenix.com/archive/features/99/12/09/SANTA.html"&gt;marketing ploy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about our traditional decoration and other christmas parafernalia, mistletoe, wreath, yule log ( the french named it the “buche de noel”), stocking, tree….  And other custome, wish I’m not familiar with, my family enjoyed decorating but wasn’t keen on ritual like kissing under the mistletoe and whatnot.  if you're interrested, i'll leave links on an other post, i think this one is already too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few words I feel that For today's Christian, the origin of Christmas is, and should be, the birth of Jesus Christ as recorded in the Bible. Nothing more and nothing less. However, most of what we witness on December 25th each year has absolutely nothing to do with that blessed day.  When we think about it, the word Christmas mean Christ’s Mass.  A religious ceremony in high honor of Jesus, for His birthday.  Come to think of it, every Sunday mass are christ’s mass, after all He’s the whole reason of any and all Christian mass period. So I guess it should be Christmas every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new thing I learned from this research is that Although it is a common misconception that the term Xmas is disrespectful, its origins show it is neither modern nor disrespectful. The Greek word for Christ is Xristos, and the letter "X" was frequently used as a religous symbol. Thus Xmas is merely an abbreviated form of the word Christmas and was first used by Europeans in the 16th century.  Andy 'Xian' is also sometimes used as an abbreviation of the word 'Christian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to make a tidier research but I’m all researched out.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmass and a Xly New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal, rethinking about the way to celebrate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113530976694620601?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113530976694620601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113530976694620601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113530976694620601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113530976694620601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-you-truly-christmas.html' title='I wish you a truly Christmas'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113461842454464749</id><published>2005-12-14T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:44.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana split supreme</title><content type='html'>ok, not quite supreme, i don't have wipp cream or the ever essencial cherry on top. but i had a nice chunk of brownies at the bottom and some fresh pineapple to go with it. and now i can feel the sugar level climbing back up to normal.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shoveling some powdery snow out there in the cold wind and didn't quite realized my sugar levels were dropping till i was over and moving back to where its nice and warm.  so i aimed for the kitchen for an emergency snack.  i realized i had enough elements to put together something that was at least worthy of the title of bananasplit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that it's all gobbled down, i feel a bit too full, but beats the shakiness hands down. and now i can rejoyce, my dear husband is on vacation for 12 days YAY!!!!!  not sure what we'll do yet but spending family time is a good start, and the other possibility that i contemplate is decluttering the house.  i want to go crazy, this place is such a cluter hot spot, all over.  and i can blame myself for most of it.  i'm the clutterbug per excellence.  i've been excelling at it for years.  now it's time to master something new.  i might need a mentor tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure what is urging me to do so but the urge is getting stronger.  maybe the fact i used some little movie clips i filmed with my photo camera to make a little video and watching it makes me wish the surounding was tidier.  but the main purpose why i made it was to share with my relatives that lives away and don't have the chance to see the kids in person.  there was a problem i encounter with that idea,  21 mb is too big to e-mail and instant messenger don't seem to want to permit that type of file. so i had to find a host for my video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finaly settled for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/index.php"&gt;YOU TUBE&lt;/a&gt; to host and share &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=9PGGbYQ_b4c"&gt;my creation&lt;/a&gt;s.  i have sent some invitations cause i dont intend on making all my movies public.  like this one, i would like to keep it low profile.  i know there isn't all that many peoples that view my blog anyway.  i don't expect to be a &lt;a href="http://www.pseudodictionary.com/search.php"&gt;cewebrity&lt;/a&gt;, nore would i want to.  then i'd colaps under the presure to perform for each post.  so long as i believe i don't write for a crowd, i'll be fine and relax.  last thing i'd want is starting to get selfconsious about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for tonight, i'm gonna go, euh! what??? &lt;a href="http://weatheroffice.ec.gc.ca/city/pages/nb-36_metric_f.html"&gt;more snow&lt;/a&gt;? noooooooo!, i just shoveled it nicely, and,  argh, i better go to bed, i'll need as much energy as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite all, grumble brumble&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113461842454464749?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113461842454464749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113461842454464749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113461842454464749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113461842454464749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/12/banana-split-supreme.html' title='Banana split supreme'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113426771260192815</id><published>2005-12-10T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:44.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad the day's over</title><content type='html'>Just one of those days i guess, when the only confort you have is in knowing that the day ends at 7:31 pm or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we have a friend that stopped by to pick up his CDs and help us get an old washer out of the house, so i can put my old sewing table there instead... all part of the moving everything around.  He and his wife have a daughter a bit over a year old, and he accepted to lend us an excersaucer for our DD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i put her in it to see what she think of it, she seems to love it, unfortunately her brother loves it too, a bit too much.  spinning the toys i guess is not so bad, when you catch him trying to spin the whole thing, with his sister in it that's an other story. poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone with kids will probably know how it feel to be able to take a shower once the kids are in bed, aahhhh!  so now i'm attempting to go to bed early, cause i wasn't able to take a nap, since i'm holding the castle by myself all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enough said, even if i'd like to say more, i can't think right now so nite nity boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113426771260192815?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113426771260192815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113426771260192815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113426771260192815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113426771260192815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/12/glad-days-over.html' title='Glad the day&apos;s over'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113401481597972742</id><published>2005-12-07T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:43.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for change and new stuff</title><content type='html'>just when you think the routine is setting in, everything has fallen into places. you can live on status quo for a while? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week it apeared to be so.  but this week, so much for that.  it seems that everything that seemed to have became a constant, is now pushing its way for a change.  My mom telling me she has to go back to the hospital and she will need more time to rest and that mean, less time here to help.  last time that happened, it burned me out for a long time.  but with DS that has his bedtime routine downpath, its that much easier then 3 months ago, DD is now, not quite crawling but rolling around a fair bit. she is more independent to explore and play.  so i'm not so worried about being alone with the kids anymore.  DS seem to understand a bit more when i have to nurse DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's my nursing confort that is gonna soon be a thing of the past.  Saturday, i detected a new tooth.  her first tooth, and i think she had her own experience of it.  she bit her toe.  she has been sitting more and more sturdy on her own since 2 weeks ago.  I think the introduction of solids is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we decided it was time DS had a room of his own.  he was sleeping in the same room with me, and it was still ok after DS was born but at this point, the thought of one waking up, waking up the other is not my idea of a late night party.  That mean that someone will have to go sleep in the basement tho.  wish we had a bigger house, but that's not in the budget for now.  That change will have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, today we've been moving things around, DS has most of his stuff in his new room, but some of DH's stuff still have to go. and some of mine too.  yeah, we have a wierd sleeping arangement, but considering the shift work, it was the best we came up with so each can maximise on their sleep.  and like anything else, i don't think it's permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i just spotted my DH waring one of my shirts.  its a bit big for him, hopefully that will change too and my stuff will be too small for him.  not that i mind him waring my stuff, just that i'd like to shrink down some. but i should go to bed for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is part of life, change is life&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113401481597972742?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113401481597972742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113401481597972742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113401481597972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113401481597972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-for-change-and-new-stuff.html' title='A time for change and new stuff'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113323499817406484</id><published>2005-11-28T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:43.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those boots are made for walking</title><content type='html'>So let em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's probably more about sleep deprivation then anything else.  I find my dream land much more vivid when i have been short on sleep for a while.  maybe it's just my brain trying to jam more dream material in less time. but it sure makes for wierd events. even tho they are not real, or are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this afternoon, after driving to one of my uncle's place with my old cavalier (a true winter beater)  and park it at the end of their driveway, more like a mini mall's parking lot it seems.  and i enter to see some of my cousins but they already have plan to go somewhere and are about to leave.  so i take the door with them,  i notice i'm not waring my shoes.  one of my cousin offer me to drive me across the parking lot to my car, it's now raining pretty hard.  but i decide to go back inside to get my shoes even tho, they say i wont find them again. bah, how can this be, i just dropped them by the door on my way in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk in, it's more of an old school now.  a bit more dark and gloomy.  i go to a room beside the office where there's several lost object, and with my tunel vision, spot a few different pairs of shoes befor to see mine.  so i put em on and grab my wallet, wich i also had forgotten? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had this experience you're in a room or a setting and nothing really change but all of a sudden your in a totaly different place?   like a different city or house or what not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i walk out the house, make it through the parking lot, and now my car would be across the street but it's not there anymore.  aparently now it was parked at a garage's parking lot and i walked in to inquire only to find out they dismanteled it for parts.  they advise me that there's no point in calling the police,  after all polices have car too and get service from them.  So aparently they would turn their blind eye on my issue. so i walk out, in the rain and start to walk away.  out of frustration i scream, IT'S AN AWFULL AND PISSY DAY, BUT EVERYTHING IS    TICKA DEE BOO!!!! *SIGH* and with that sigh of relieve, everything is just so wonderfully normal again.  sunny, peoples walking on the sidewalks with sign that they heard me screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i am, walking in the sun shine, with my boots, heading back toward home in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;waking up like this was nice, nevermind all the previous struggle, its all ticka dee boo hehe and i keep having those thought looping through my mind.  hmmm, could it be about how the past few days have been so hecktic and out of sort, with the kids not cooperating so much for their naps and nights...    DS was tired too tired to know what he wanted and everything was upsetting him, so i held and bounced him for quite some time.  and the night was though too.  My mom had left asking if i planned on going to mass in the morning.  i replied, yes if the kids would let me sleep a cescent night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't even remember all or even most except that at 5am after nursing my DD, i was thursty and didnt' want to go back in the room to risk waking up my DS. so i went in the kitchen with my DD in my arms to get a glass in the cupboard, but instead of finding a tall glass, it was 2 short one and the bottom one fell on the counter in a shattering smash and there was glass cristals all over.  i had to walk carefully out to put her down so i could sweep that mess and get me something to drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i am at 5am sweeping glass tid bits on the floor remembering my hope for a good night sleep and seeing how ironic it was that it could be one of the worst nights i could think of.    walking through broken glass bare feet, shoes would've been nice.   regardless, i decided to go to mass after all.  it's the first sunday of advent, the 4 weeks leading to Christmas.  after that, everything seemed much better and the following night also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom remind me often that she would like me to do more around the house.  i would like that too, but often, i'm too tired, really.  so i'm thinking, maybe i'm not ment to drive on the highway of life, but i got my boots and walking through life is not making anyone a lesser person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house may be messy, i might not do all the stuff others do but i got a wonderfull family.  and if those boots are made for walking, that's just what i will do.&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113323499817406484?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113323499817406484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113323499817406484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113323499817406484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113323499817406484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/those-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='Those boots are made for walking'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113305516045228215</id><published>2005-11-26T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:43.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There will be no hornet in the house</title><content type='html'>Or anything that make a buzzing sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hearing a lot of good about the Baby Einstein serie and how kids loves it. i decided to give it a try and see how my son would like it.  so after breakfast, we come downstairs, i pop the dvd in and, DS is fascinated by the animals, apear very eager to learn all about what he's seeing, that's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come lunch time, we eat and follow with his nap.  DD wake up early this afternoon, so we go downstairs to leave DS napping peacefully.  30 minutes later, we hear him wake up, run to the coutch and then burst crying.  i go pick him up and take him back to the basement.  and he hold dear to me in his tears and sobs for quite some time.  I offer to watch the Baby Einstein's animals of the world again, wich he show some interrest again and calms down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watch some animals here and there until, a girafe puppet start plaing the kazoo, then it all came unravelling again in a long painfull sad roll of tears.  Good thing my mom was here to hold DD because DS stayed in my arms till suppertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please no bees, no hornets or kazoo for my Gizoux&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113305516045228215?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113305516045228215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113305516045228215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113305516045228215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113305516045228215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-will-be-no-hornet-in-house.html' title='There will be no hornet in the house'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113289522597880749</id><published>2005-11-25T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:43.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me no more</title><content type='html'>I guess i can only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm in for it, especialy when they ask for my maiden name.   I know then that it's a telemarketer, and they ramble on and on, no bother asking if i have the time or if i'm interrested, they blurt it all out.  most of the time, they catch me in a bad time, one when Owen's acting up and Vivian is being vocal in my arms.  i can barely make out what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know they are reading and you know they have quite a way to go.  do you dare interupt them?  you can try, sometime it work, some other time, they start again from the top.  i mannaged to evade Sears for a few weeks, they tried to call 7 times!  it must be quite important? so i finaly decide to try to hear what they want so we can get it over with.  oh why did i bother?  shouldn't it be illegal to make a pitch that long?  they should have 10 second to state their case MAX.  is it just me or their pitch is getting longer then it used to?  i supose it depend who's calling but is that all that is wrong with telemarketing herasment? she didnt' even ask me if i was interrested, she just affirmed that she needed to confirm my personal information so she could ship the package to my house!  oh no mahm, i'm not interrested. &lt;br /&gt;-why aren't you interrested.....&lt;br /&gt;like i owe them an explanation?&lt;br /&gt;-no, i can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;after all, $26/month is quite a bit for some sort of personal insurance from a credit card (Sears)&lt;br /&gt;-that's ok, we have an other package for $16/month&lt;br /&gt;-no, can't afford it&lt;br /&gt;- ... $9/month&lt;br /&gt;they just don't know when to quit?&lt;br /&gt;-no, we're broke ( do i have to spell it?) we're already living behond our means.&lt;br /&gt;there, you're happy? i said it, yes we are totaly broke and struggling with our present bills. no need for more thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm more patient then i thought today, cause there are some time when i hung up on Double Day Book club or let them talk and leave the room.  i even considered letting my 2 years old talk hehe, he just love talking on the phone.  am i just too cruel?  after some thought, maybe not enough.  look like i can find some interresting ideas of how to make their next call more entertaining.   I just found &lt;a href="http://www.identafone.com/fungame.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on google and will probably find more later hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my phone number could ware a warning sign, it would say "beware,  mean mom" mouaahahaahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113289522597880749?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113289522597880749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113289522597880749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113289522597880749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113289522597880749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/call-me-no-more.html' title='Call me no more'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113266917252090842</id><published>2005-11-22T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:42.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Chantal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Charming Hottie Administering Naughty Touches and Arousing Loving" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-f-CHANTAL.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Cybernetic Humanoid Assembled for Nocturnal Troubleshooting and Accurate Learning" src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/riona-CHANTAL.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113266917252090842?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113266917252090842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113266917252090842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113266917252090842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113266917252090842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-can-call-me-chantal.html' title='You can call me Chantal'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113254361391463319</id><published>2005-11-20T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:42.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's cold when...</title><content type='html'>your DH bring home that coffee mug that was on the fense for a few weeks and it's full, frozen solid with a ladybug on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/1600/P1010093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/1796/320/P1010093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you DH let the mormons in, just so they can warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brain's like an ice cube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now, DD just woke up&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113254361391463319?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113254361391463319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113254361391463319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113254361391463319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113254361391463319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-know-its-cold-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s cold when...'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113228478352406652</id><published>2005-11-17T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:42.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Mommy Potato Head</title><content type='html'>one day i had this bright idea to stick a Mr. Potato Head mouth in my mouth to amuse my 2 years old. and YES! he liked it, so much so, that now, he insist on sticking it in my mouth almost every time he play with his spud. Here mom *pop*. i tried to take it off, but it must stay in. oh yeah, he'll make sure to put it back where "it belong" cause, that's right where it belong, on mommy potato head. sometime i get silly and take pictures, this time he stuck a pink tongue in mommy potato head. i didn't think much of it but apparently it scared my good friend Nancy for a moment when she saw the picture. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i should do a follow up on my last post since i recieved a reply from superstore's atlantic wholesalers.&lt;br /&gt;here's what i was told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your email. I have checked with&lt;br /&gt;our GM department to see what was around nationally and unfortunately we are&lt;br /&gt;completely "sold out" of the DVD's. Sorry about the frustration this causes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time and understanding.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda wierd cause the first dvd we have, we got over a year ago when they had that promotion, now they have it again, they stuff it in all the diaper box but they can't find any spare one. i guess i'll just hope to find some parents that can trade duplicates with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow, i just figured out how this quote thing work hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make each fall a tradition of taking &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/the_anygma/my_photos"&gt;familly pictures&lt;/a&gt;. the only problem so far is, that i am the photographer : i still mannaged some descent pictures, but i realized it get more complicated with 2 kids. so next year i hope to be able to team up with an other family to make it easier and more succesful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an online mistery puzzle game that my DH and i have been playing in the past and they finaly came up with the next room, yay, it was a fun play but now i can hardly wait for the next one. it's called, Logan's &lt;a href="http://www.albartus.com/motas/"&gt;mistery of time and space&lt;/a&gt; and it pushes lot of imaginative puzzle solving neuron into a stir. i love it. there's also an other one in the same style called the &lt;a href="http://www.fasco-csc.com/index_e.html"&gt;crimson room and the viridian room&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out they have a new game out also and i thought i'd give it a try. i have to admit, i'm not much of a ninja at all, not sure i'll make it to the next level. i'm laughing too much. that little ninja is hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pulled out my personal gym a few nights ago. nights might not be the best time to work out, but the only time i have. and i don't plan on making long workout, probably 15 minutes at most. not really looking at losing weight yet unless nursing takes care of it. if only i can get my ab muscles back where they belong for now, i'll be happy. cause right now i look 5 months pregnant and my DD is 5 months old. hmmm, is 5 supposed to mean something to me? cause that's also the size diaper that both DD and DS are waring. and no, i don't just buy one size to save up money, that's exacly what they both fit comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for this potato head's work out now&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113228478352406652?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113228478352406652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113228478352406652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113228478352406652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113228478352406652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/call-me-mommy-potato-head.html' title='Call me Mommy Potato Head'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18368482.post-113185221098434149</id><published>2005-11-12T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:41.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm, did i miss an episode?</title><content type='html'>I must have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dragging my tired self through the day, with 2 teething kids and memere that decided all the cat hairs had to go, get a post i wrote in the morning published in the afternoon. my leisures often have to take a halt on a dime. and we're out of diapers. we had the good intention of using cotton diapers but it seems my DD 's rash, not a big one but one that is quite sensitive to moisture. do better with paper diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to use Teddy's choice, the superstore's home brand. DH forget to get them on his first trip so he rush back out before he has a chance to swallow his last bite of supper. There's a promotion going with it presently. they have DVDs for kids in it from Franklin the turtle and the Berenstain Bears. We just got the 4th duplicate today. I went on Atlantic Superstore's website to e-mail them, see what they could do for me. euh, yeah. it took me so long to find an email address, that i had more to tell them then i anticipated once to it. with all that trouble i went through i have the urge to save it. yeah, i think i'll even post it. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had 1 question to begin with but now that i came to this site to look for a way to ask my question, i have 2 questions. first, we buy the teddy's choice diappers, the big boxes with the dvd promotion in it. we already have 6 dvds but 4 of em are the same one. is there a way to get the whole collection? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;second question, i guess it's more of a comment... i had a verry hard time finding an e-mail address on the website, it took me more then an houre. seriously, i click the question/talk to us link and it gives the street address and the phone number, but only say that the e-mail address is out there on the website. an e-mail link in the talk to us/question page would be greatly apreciated and time saving.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chantal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that is done, vegging sound like a good plan. i'm looking forward to just sit here and chat with my longtime msn buddy. oddly enough, and after being the fist to blog today, Crazymrsnancy tells me i need to blog again. Again? yeah, it wasn't long enough she said. she's still craving for more, left on her apetite... *scratch head* my eyeballs are sinking in and a numb feeling is surrounding my brain. again? *sigh* why? is this a competition? after 2 days of blogglessness, *scratch head again* euh, i lost my words. yeah i'm ablsolutely tired? cabin feavered but too tired to care. i start seeing lines through the text so i'm not gonna bother looking back behind the cursor ok? making sense? i dunno. she blogged! yay, ok *shake* i think i'm becoming a blogg junky. rush to read her blog... hmmm? wait a minute??? i realise something here. she's just sharing with me the pressure she's been served from dear scatterbrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i have to do with it? true my post this morning was verry short, but it already made little sense. is more of that nonsense gonna be any better? i havn't even found my style or my rythme yet. and what do i have to add to today? NOTHING, nothing happened, really, a plain as usual would be boring if it wasn't for the joy my kids bring to me day. altho i would probably get more tangible things accomplished. i begin to grasp the feeling i know why my grandmother used to retell her stories over and over again no more then 10 minute after she finished with it. and a wave of greater admiration grow for her. i can't even dream of accomplishing one tenth of her feat. there's so much i wish i could ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should stop now as i doubt anyone could bare to read this far.&lt;br /&gt;today, i think i lost a marble&lt;br /&gt;Chantal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18368482-113185221098434149?l=anygmathis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/feeds/113185221098434149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18368482&amp;postID=113185221098434149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113185221098434149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18368482/posts/default/113185221098434149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anygmathis.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm-did-i-miss-episode.html' title='Hmmm, did i miss an episode?'/><author><name>Anygma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06341368942569684512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/anygma/bebechantal13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
