This world is wondrous
Dear, sweet, tenacious, powerful, funny, smart, beautiful daughter,
I’ve avoided writing this because I fear the myriad emotions that will accompany it. I worry that I am unable to bear the weight of countless unnameable BIG FEELINGS. However, this is not the example I want to be, so here I am writing even though I am scared.
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As you may well know, I threw together a little blog scavenger hunt yesterday for Eric of A Clown On Fire fame (because I heart him, but I heart him cheaply). It was a smashing success and I could not have done it without the following people (this is not hubris, I they really did the work, I just bossed people around – and kind of liked it). You should read them because they are stupendous.
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It was an American woman in Montreal. She volunteered to come visit us for New Year’s. I couldn’t have done a better job than Tracy retelling our whirlwind love affair of two girls, one Clown. So read her account.
There’s a few things I feel I need to clarify and/or add.
1) I could not get email to work on my child’s xylophone, but it’s a pretty good fax machine.
2) Tracy wondered what Canadian money was called, because in America they have dollars.
3) I can drink a whole bottle of wine when cheered on by two recovering alcoholics because they hold a special magic and I have the will power of a dead cat.
4) Americans don’t poop in Canada because of the metric system.
5) Never sit in the back seat of any car that Le Clown is driving. Duh.
As we say here in Montreal,
Asante
Between pot holes the size of turkeys, Le Clown’s Montreal style driving, and a humongous mountain (hill), Tracy’s inner ear didn’t stand a chance,
Anyone who is my grandmother (or similar) should probably not watch this.
Happy New Year from Le Clown, and Tracy Fulks, and me!
xo
(a little nod to Speaker7 in there…did ya see it?)
I’m eating salt and vinegar chips for breakfast. The first half of the bag tasted amazing and carefree and reckless in a bad girl kind of way. The second half tastes like bloat and regret. It’s like a night of binge drinking for a fraction of the cost. Continue reading
It’s the last day of Movember, and in classic Sara fashion, I’m getting this in at the very last possible minute. I won’t bother you with a long post. Day 30 of Movember is like Friday afternoon at the office. It’s hard to keep people’s attention. Continue reading
Bloggers for Movember – Official Kickoff!.
I reblogged this, then erased it because my brain stopped working for some reason. So here it is again.
Movember. Moustaches. Prostates. Mental Health. Rectal exams. What’s not to like? Click to read, to care, to be gently caressed by the words of Le Cown.
Todays magic brought to you by xkcd.
Click the pic to take you to the sublime interactiveness.
My Favourite moments were the lemonade stand and the jelly fish. Neither of which were in there expected milieu.
*WARNING*: Be prepared to lose at least an hour of your time and possibly the use of your dominant hand. I estimated that it takes somewhere between 250 to 300 horizontal drags to get from end to end. Don’t ask me about vertical. It’s frickin’ endless. I know I missed some stuff.
Any favourite bits? Of the comic, I mean.
Addendum: I fixed the link. Clicking the image should work now.
Though I might just be hypomanic.
Regardless, I’m madly in love with my new neighbourhood. It’s full of life; useful shops within walking distance, friendly people, families, parks, restaurants, painted alleyways, chatty old folks, balcony parties, musicians, outdoor cats, indie cafes, bike path, skateboard camp, and front lawn gardens. Continue reading
