Twins! Can't live with them, can't live without them.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my sister and myself. It is one of us at our finest ;o) She is my twin and probably one of the only people that knows me, truely. She is the most intuitive individual that we know. As of lately there has been something bothering me a lot, and is making me quite upset over the little things. There are going to be many BIG changes going on here in the near near future. First up is the moving out of my sister and her boyfriend Ryan. As of April first we will no longer be living together. This saddens me because I feel like I am losing my best friend in a way.... obviously I could never lose her, however, I won't have her around just to take off with to go shopping at the mall, or to talk to at 11:00 at night if something is up. Just those little things. It is going to be more difficult due to her being on one side of town, and I don't know where Cam and I are going to be as of yet. I am truely excited for her as this is a HUGE step for her and Ryan, I am just sad for me a little. She has been such a huge part of my wedding planning and it makes everything so stress free as of right now with the planning. In the end I know that all will be well and we will keep going on the way we are, we will just be living in different places. The more I think about it, the better I think it is for my relationship with Cameron. I think he has had enough living with roomates for one lifetime :o) I think one of the good things is about the move also, is that She can still drop by and sit with Zoe in the afternoons and keep her company while she is waiting to catch a bus or go to one of her other jobs. I don't mind as long as she doesn't make a mess.....

Happy Valentines

It is valentines day so I thought that I would share who my special valentine is. This is Cam he is my life. I don't know what I would do without him. Either way this is my hunny and I love him :o)

Usually I am not one to really celebrate Valentines day, I think that it is just another holiday made up by card companies to make money. I don't feel that I need a special day to tell someone that I love them or that they are special to me. Also, I don't get a day off in lieu of this holiday so...... yeah.

Update

This picture does not do this piece of work justice. I can't believe that I made this. (sorry to be tooting my own horn but....) I give it to the baby this weekend. I am so excited to give it to the family.

What happened to sportsmanship in hockey?

So, last night I went to an Edmonton Oiler's game Vs my boys from the Vancouver Canucks. The game was awesome Vancouver beat Edmonton 5-2. I had so much fun and I enjoyed watching the players in real life rather on the TV :o) Anyways, I noticed at the end of the game how the players just left the ice. They didn't shake hands after the buzzer went. They all just head for the dressing room. After a few minutes something kinda came over me...... Why did they not shake hands after the game to say something as simple as 'good game'. I am a curler; therefore, we shake hands to wish luck to the opposing team, and shake hands after a game to say good game. That is kinda the unspoken rule that is what you do.

Hockey players work hard for 60 minutes passing the puck, and trying to steal it from one another, and then shooting it to try to gain a point. Why not after the game acknowledge that it was a good battle fought for a win. I understand that during that battle words may be said, and wrongdoings may be done to one another, but it is just a game. Why can't they be more like curlers I guess..... after a game we shake hands say 'good game, let's go grab a beer'. Obviously not the youngen's, they can't drink alcohol ;o)

I had mentioned at work to a fellow co-worker my dismay over this issue, and she informed me that they don't really enforce shaking hands at the end of a game in Jr. hockey anymore. I was absolutely shocked that they wouldn't encourage more sportsmanlike behaviour to these young boys playing hockey. I remember growing up going to watch my brother's hockey games, a lot. Usually they would shake hands or even give a low five after the game. They may have not liked the opposition very much after the game, but at least they acknowledged that it was a good game played between the two teams. NHL players are role models to many young up-and-coming hockey players. What kind of values are they teaching these young boys by acting the way that they do after the game..... just walking off the ice after the 60 minutes are up. No chance to acknowledge each other. All I ask for is a simple handshake. I know that in the Olympics they shake hands after the games, also in playoffs they shake hands, why not all year around.



I don't know. That is just something that I wanted to share. Feedback is always good or some insight to something that I guess I am clueless to. I say bring back shaking hands after the game, teach these young boys that it is just a game.


Well for happier thoughts look how small my little Zoe was when we first got her. Isn't she adorable :o)

Monday Morning Blues

It is Monday morning, probably the most hated of all mornings. I woke up this morning with an ache in my stomach (probably due to eating that Chinese food before I went to bed), and my eye lids as heavy as lead. Why is it that we find it difficult to wake up and get going on a Monday morning. I am sure that the weekend is just around the corner again...... I guess you can't beat the inevitable of having to get up and go to work for the week, and it has to start somewhere. So, I am asking if anyone has any advice on how to rid the Monday morning blues to let me in on the secret. Luckily for me, however, I have a pug that greets me every morning with a toy hanging from her mouth. She greets me in the morning with so much excitement and happiness to see me. At least she knows how to make me laugh first thing in the morning. I love my pug :o)

Always remember

Today is the 7th anniversary of my Grandma Koehle's death. She passed away on February 2, 2000. So I just wanted to express some feeling that I am having today.

I still feel her presence with me from time to time. The hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to deal with. For some reason I am finding this year harder than others. There are times when I have a problem and I am seeking advice from somewhere, or someone. Eventually some solution will come to me in time, and I believe it is my grandmother's wisdom that I think I hold within me. Every time my Grandpa tells me that I remind him sometimes of her, or that I will do something that reminds him of her, I kindly reassure him that Grandma will always live on in each of her children, and grandchildren. We all posses her attributes in one way, shape, or form. I think that if I could even be half the person she was, I am doing pretty well and will be okay. She never had unkind words to say about anyone. She believed that if you didn't have anything nice to say, not to say anything at all. I am sure unkind thoughts were there, but she would never share them out loud to any of us, and that is what helped make her such a beautiful person inside and out. her undying kindness to every living creature. I treasure every summer I use to have with her out at our family cabin. She would sometimes bring her 'rye' travelling case. The contents of the little case were her rye, her pepsi, and her jigger, there may have even been a glass in there too..... Grandma and Mrs. Burge would sit up at the cabin sipping rye till my grandpa would drive them both back into town after supper. My only wish would be that she could be with me on my wedding day, but I know she will be there in spirit. I can't have any regrets because with regret comes hurt, and I know she would want that :o)

So tonight I think I will go home and pour myself a Rye and Pepsi (her favourite) and drink to her and the memories that I will always take with me.
Cheers Grandma, I know you are around somewhere looking out for us :o)

Zoe and Peru

Can you tell which one is Zoe?
This is Zoe and her brother Peru. It was such fluke that we found them really.
Here is the story:
My dad would usually come and pick me up after work, and he would bring Zoe along for car rides. You couldn't leave the house without taking her for a car ride if she knew it was to come and get me. If you didn't bring her along, she would give you attitude for the rest of the day. On our way home we had to stop by the store to pick up some milk and some other things. I opted to stay in the car with Zoe while my dad went into the store to get the groceries. I usually don't like to leave Zoe alone in vehicles for any amount of time really, especially in the summer. While we were waiting there was a family in the vehicle next to us ready to leave the parking lot when they realized that there was a pug in the vehicle next to them. They started to make a bit of a fuss over Zoe, as most people in Nelson did when they would see Zoe. So I started to talk to them and quickly learned that they too had a pug. So knowing this I asked a few questions as most pug owners do when they meet fellow owners; Where did you get it?, How old?, What color?, Male or female?, Spayed or neutered?, Little questions like that. I quickly put the puzzle pieces together and realized that they owned Zoe's brother!!! All of us were overly excited that we had found one another and what a small world it really is. This family had just moved from Edmonton to Nelson earlier in the spring. My dad then returned to the car, so we exchanged phone numbers in hope to get these two siblings together for a play date.

We got home and told my mom the story and she was just as excited as I was to find them. Not even 20minutes later I received a phone call from the family asking if I would mind meeting them at a near by park to get the two of them together to play. I of course agreed and grabbed some poo bags, and Zoe and off we went. When we got there I was shocked at how much they looked alike give or take a few pounds ;o) (male pugs tend to be a bit heavier than female pugs.) I believe that both the dogs knew that they were related. They played a lot and hard. They would run around side by side, give each other kisses, nip at each other..... just like real siblings. When we decided to part ways Peru and Zoe both didn't want to leave one another, but we managed to head home. When I finally got Zoe home she slept the rest of the night. This was the first time I had ever really seen Zoe actually play with another dog. She usually doesn't like to play with other dogs, unless they are pugs, or Trinket (see previous post 'Zoe and Trinket') I do believe that they knew they were siblings.

Unfortunately we only got them together a few time before we moved to Cranbrook then to Edmonton. So hopefully our paths will meet again. If not, then at least I have photo's to reminisce of the time they had :o)