Month: August 2014

ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

Here is a link to my husband’s video. He was nominated to do the ice bucket challenge by our friend and his coworker, Stuart.

He was also nominated by Pittsburgh Penguins co-owner Mario Lemieux (all fans were nominated). Also, Marc-Andre Fleury did his in a banana suit so hubby thought he’d up his game.


Pete Frates – The Man behind the ALS challenge

This is who you’re doing it for. For him, his friends, his wife, his unborn child, and the life that was stolen from him.

ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (mine)

Here’s a link to my ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.

If you don’t believe this trending charity drive is doing much good, please check out this blog entry. It’s written by a wife who lives with ALS every day. Her husband has it and she believes in it.

Vacation pictures, for those that care – IMAGE HEAVY

“bocce ball with father in law and hubby. hubby and I won a game each.”

“ultimate smoring happening – it’s where you put the chocolate INSIDE the marshmallow and THEN roast the marshmallow”

“facebomb your friends? just a little weird?”

“I have made fire!! now where’s wilson!?”

“I kissed a toad and I didn’t like it”

“too cold to beach so instead I start a baby sweater. Not for me, for the record”

“luscious bakery cheese bread. so delish”

“hole in one at putterama – the 19th hole is hard. if you get it in the hole (one chance) then you win this token, which I’ve been trying to win for 8.5 years”

“the land is money and I disagree with charging people to walk on land that you used to believe belongs to mother nature.”

“glass in motion glass pendant. almost every year we go I pick out a piece and hubby buys it for me. this year he’s making fun of my black heart. whatever. it’s sparkly night. they have another shop in grand bend. i like this piece, though, because it looks like an owl face”

“spf60 wasn’t helping. bought a new bottle in case my other was expired. helped somewhat but I’m just tanned now. no wicked burns”


“padawan 2”

“goodnight, Sauble. Such beautiful sunsets. I sat on the beach by myself and watched the sun set. So amazing and serene.”

“i picked a bunch o wildflowers (and weeds) on a walk with hubby and father in law. we walked to where the sauble river meets lake huron”

“Skimmer Girl. we found this skimming board abandoned and gave it to a couple of kids”

“Foggy Beach Day. this crazy day was crazy weather”

“gull. I was chasing them around while my husband considered committing me to the looney bin”

Ok, this one is difficult to see but it says, “This monument was erected in memory of all those who fought in the time war.” For the record, I wrote along the side: #Gallifrey

“about to ultimate smore, folks. not sure we can handle the excitement”

“best vacation ever!! movies, 3 tubs of candy? how can it get any better!”

“cheesebread – almost all gone in less than 24 hours”

“reminds me of coeur de l’hiver’s soap bottles”

“discount books SCORE!!”

“fingers only”

“fluffy ice cream clouds”

“i have made fire!! AGAIN!”

“kissy faces”

“momma and chicken”

“oh so hopeful – not a clue what for, though”

“pip and pop the parrots”

“read that first paragraph and tell me what you think”

“sleepy girl on the way to Sauble”

“smore face – bit dark”

“this actually happened – my fashion sense went out the window when I started shivering”

“ukulele man serenading his wifey”

“wonky face”

“woolies because it was cold”

“worst vacation ever!!”

“Inglis Falls”

“Christy at the Falls”

“Climbing the walls”

“So bored”


“high fives”


“lindsay and her chicken”

“tree growing out of a rock”

“come on, michael. time to go find your parents”

“moss covered rolling stone something something”

“pretty water”

“proof that sometimes, camera phones cannot take an accurately coloured photo. I swear to god that my chest never looked like it was covered in lava. …well, not this year, anyway”

“yep. didn’t look like that.”

Robin Williams


I’m trying to wrap my brain around why it’s so shocking that Robin Williams would (apparently) kill himself.

Not that we shouldn’t be surprised when anyone takes their life, we should. It’s VERY shocking and goes against the nature of life. But people are extremely shocked by this news.

I can only guess it’s because Robin is so big. He seems to be this huge man, with this huge presence, and he’s always been honest about his life and his battles, yet so very private at the same time. He’s a movie star and he’s made us laugh, and he’s made us cry deeply. I think, though, it’s because Robin reminds us all of someone in our lives so to have that life taken away, especially by his own hand, is harder to take. 

He’s a huge movie star but you just know that if you saw him in a restaurant and offered to buy him a beer, he’d say no and then spend the next few hours sitting with you and your mates, talking and laughing, telling stories and You would walk away from the night completely blown away by how amazing he was, but wouldn’t have learned a thing about him. He’s like that uncle we all have. The one we’re more close with than anyone else in the world. It feels as if Robin is part of our family because we have welcomed him into our homes and our lives; his beautiful face and his beautiful laugh. That laugh, when he puts his hand to his chest and leans back and his head tilts a little to the side. His eyes crinkle up and he squints just a little bit. His laugh seems so genuine and hearty. He seems real in a world of false idols. He’s imperfect in a world that strives for perfection at all levels. 

I read somewhere, possibly from Williams himself, that comedians are the unhappiest of men and that they use comedy to deflect their own pain. I hate using the word demons but I just can’t help but wonder what demons could take this beautiful soul from this earth.

The most tortured are the clowns. I refuse to call this man, this iconic legend, a clown, though. He’s a beautiful soul and he had what very few people in his profession have: humanity and humanness. He was real. He was funny and sad and he was genuinely real. 

Okay, you remember that scene in Goodfellas when Ray Liotta and Robert DeNiro are over the moon that Joe Pesci is going to be a made man because they can’t be (darn their mixed blood)? And then Joe is killed and they just collapse? That’s Robin Williams. Robin is this every day real man and he makes it to Hollywood, despite everything. He’s our champion. He’s flawd and hilarious and so incredibly real a person that you feel as if you know him. You’ve spent your entire life knowing this man and now he’s gone. As my friend G put it, it’s as if we’ve been punched in the gut and this glorious person, this gifted man, has been taken away from us. Worse, by his own hand.

May his soul find the peace he could not and may those remaining on earth take solace in the legacy he leaves behind.


O Captain, my captain

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

The arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.