Miscellany
You, my bloggy friends, have been wonderful thing week. Thank you for your jokes, all of which I will file away to later torture friends, colleagues and strangers on the street. Thank you for your support, and your kind words, and your suggestions on how to brush my kids' teeth. Y'all are rockstars in my book - for this week, at least!
But hey, it's Friday, and the Friday before I have ten whole days of vacation, nonetheless. So forgive me if we ramble just a bit, because I have the attention span of a firefly today.
For those of you keeping score on the frostie thing, I had my ultrasound yesterday and everything looks great. I have a blood test on Monday, and if the progesterone levels are within range, we're good to go next month. After this week's leaky ambivalence, I'm feeling excited and enthused again. I was gobsmacked by how nice the new Ottawa Fertility Centre is, especially compared to the facilities before. The ladies' room had granite counters and flowers - I can only imagine how nice the sperm-gathering room must be! The whole place has an air of cool calmness, just what you want when you are at your most vulnerable.
It's been such a busy week, and there have been tonnes of stuff I meant to talk to you about. For example, did you see that new show "America's Got Talent"? We were instantly hooked; it's perfect summer brain candy. It's like the Gong Show, which I've always loved, but with David Hasselhoff, for whom I have developed a latent affection after seeing this video. Go ahead, click on it - I dare you, and then I double dog dare you to not be humming that song all day (right, Andrea?) What with this, and that new Gameshow Marathon, it's all my favourite childhood TV shows all over again. Nothing reminds me of the endless summers of my childhood like The Match Game, the Price is Right and Card Sharks.
And speaking of childhood TV, did you hear that CBC is finally retiring the old Mr Dressup episodes? Even though I didn't realize they were still on any more (Ernie Coombs died in 2001, after all) it does make me feel a little sad, and a little old, that they won't be running those old episodes in perpetuity.
One more note on seminal children's programming - I don't think I ever told you that I finally got my Electric Company DVD set as a Mother's Day gift. It so rocks! Now I just have to get a couple of Muppet Show DVDs and The Littlest Hobo and I'll be set! Simon's current favourite movie is Beloved's copy of the old Batman and Robin movie from the 1960s, so with a little luck and a good stock of 1970s TV DVDs, we many never have to watch an episode of Dragon Tales or Arthur again.
And now, finally, my contribution to the joke-fest yesterday - to which you should feel free to continue to contribute, by the way. If you know me IRL, chances are you've heard this one; it's one of my favourites!
When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A few days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried.
Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Hmm, interesting, that seems to be Beethoven's Ninth Symphony being played - backwards."
He listened a while longer and then said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening. "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. That's just Beethoven decomposing."
But hey, it's Friday, and the Friday before I have ten whole days of vacation, nonetheless. So forgive me if we ramble just a bit, because I have the attention span of a firefly today.
For those of you keeping score on the frostie thing, I had my ultrasound yesterday and everything looks great. I have a blood test on Monday, and if the progesterone levels are within range, we're good to go next month. After this week's leaky ambivalence, I'm feeling excited and enthused again. I was gobsmacked by how nice the new Ottawa Fertility Centre is, especially compared to the facilities before. The ladies' room had granite counters and flowers - I can only imagine how nice the sperm-gathering room must be! The whole place has an air of cool calmness, just what you want when you are at your most vulnerable.
It's been such a busy week, and there have been tonnes of stuff I meant to talk to you about. For example, did you see that new show "America's Got Talent"? We were instantly hooked; it's perfect summer brain candy. It's like the Gong Show, which I've always loved, but with David Hasselhoff, for whom I have developed a latent affection after seeing this video. Go ahead, click on it - I dare you, and then I double dog dare you to not be humming that song all day (right, Andrea?) What with this, and that new Gameshow Marathon, it's all my favourite childhood TV shows all over again. Nothing reminds me of the endless summers of my childhood like The Match Game, the Price is Right and Card Sharks.
And speaking of childhood TV, did you hear that CBC is finally retiring the old Mr Dressup episodes? Even though I didn't realize they were still on any more (Ernie Coombs died in 2001, after all) it does make me feel a little sad, and a little old, that they won't be running those old episodes in perpetuity.
One more note on seminal children's programming - I don't think I ever told you that I finally got my Electric Company DVD set as a Mother's Day gift. It so rocks! Now I just have to get a couple of Muppet Show DVDs and The Littlest Hobo and I'll be set! Simon's current favourite movie is Beloved's copy of the old Batman and Robin movie from the 1960s, so with a little luck and a good stock of 1970s TV DVDs, we many never have to watch an episode of Dragon Tales or Arthur again.
And now, finally, my contribution to the joke-fest yesterday - to which you should feel free to continue to contribute, by the way. If you know me IRL, chances are you've heard this one; it's one of my favourites!
When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A few days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried.
Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Hmm, interesting, that seems to be Beethoven's Ninth Symphony being played - backwards."
He listened a while longer and then said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening. "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. That's just Beethoven decomposing."
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