Who cranked the heat...??

As this long weekend comes to a close I feel the need to ask who cranked up the heat? Out of almost nowhere comes beautiful hot days....and digusting humidity. Summer has arrived....at least for the moment anyway.

Time to get out the sunscreen!!

The weekend has been very productive but a little stressing too. I've managed to get a lot of stuff around the house done and get out to the dog park a handful of times too. And thankfully, the stress has subsided as my mum has been released from hospital with the offical A-O-K!

There have been a couple notable downfalls to the weekend.

1. Today the power has been cutting out repeatedly.
2. A nice couple in the neighborhood has moved away.
3. And finally, a beautiful long weekend has made me long for my summer vacation.

And since the power is out again and my laptop's battery is about to die, I'll cut this short and get back to my book. I am of course referring to the one that I am reading, The Pillars of the Earth, not the one that I am writing...which has been on hold for a couple months. I am the Queen of Procrastination lol.

Who's Bemused?

...that would be I.

But I suppose the better question would be: Who am I?

I am an only child of European-born parents. My mother is from beautiful Scotland, land of bagpipes, kilts, haggis and beer, and my father is from Germany, the land of brautwurst and sauerkraut. Both of whom came over to Canada on the boat; my father arrived in 1954 in his leiderhosen with his older brother and sister and his mother; my mother arrived in 1967 with her four siblings and parents. As a child I spent a lot of time around my grandparents and my cousins, the result being my Nana and Papa (my mother's parents) are huge parts of who I am and strained relationships with cousins (fall out from family politic nonsense, which is present in all families).

For my benefit my mother enrolled me in the French immersion program in school, which I continued in straight through high school and subsequently moved to the nation's capital where Québec is only a stoplights away.

The move to Ottawa was due to my acceptance to Carleton University where I studied Sociology/Anthropology, linguistics and law - obtaining a degree in Sociology/Anthropology. Once here I fell in love with the city - though not huge there is lots to do - and to my mother's dismay after almost 9 years I have not yet moved back home. Quite the opposite in fact, I bought my first house in Ottawa and even adopted a little dog, Tucker.

I've been lucky to meet a lot of really great people in school, at work and around the neighborhood but recently the desire to be closer to home and family is stronger than ever.

- In November 2009, my great aunt died and at the funeral I met a whole new slew of cousins.
- In December 2009, my Tante Hannie (great aunt Johanna) who's going to be 94 in July 2010 slipped and broke her ankle, requiring surgery and physical therapy.
- My best friend, whom I've known since we were in kindergarten, has had two little boys and I'm miss so much of their lives being so far away.

These things together with others have stirred in me the urge to be closer to my family and even begin my own. Before starting my own family I would of course have to meet the right guy, which if I could custom order I've got an idea or two about what would be ideal (custom ordered guy) as I'm sure all women do lol.

But while I wait to come across that person I'll keep living life, having fun and blogging about the randomness of life and all the things in it. In 2005, I began blogging as a skeptic to the whole concept and while my posts have been sporadic at best over the years I've continued and learned more about me in the process.

So there you have it. I am bemused... with life and all its goings on.

...Guilty??

(useless tidbits about me that you will waste 5 minutes of your life reading)

Browsing through my reads, a friend posted a blog game - copy, paste, and change some words to make it my own.

First game is this:

RULE 1 - You can only say Guilty or Innocent.

RULE 2 - You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

RULE 3 - Copy and paste this into your blog, delete mine and type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this.

Asked someone to marry you? Innocent.

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty.

Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.

Ever told a lie? Guilty.

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty.

Kissed a picture? Guilty.

Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty.

Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.

Held a snake? Innocent.

Been suspended from school? Innocent.

Worked at a fast food restaurant? Guilty.

Stolen from a store? Guilty.

Been fired from a job? Innocent.

Done something you regret? GUILTY.

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty.

Kissed in the rain? Innocent.

Sat on a roof top? Guilty.

Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Guilty.

Sang in the shower? Guilty.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Guilty.

Shaved your head? Innocent.

Had a boxing membership? Innocent.

Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty.

Been in a band? Innocent.

Shot a gun? Innocent.

Donated Blood? Innocent.

Eaten alligator meat? Innocent.

Eaten cheesecake? Guilty.

Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.

Have/had a tattoo? Guilty.

Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty.

Been too honest? Guilty.

Ruined a surprise? Guilty.

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Innocent.

Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.

Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty.

Joined a pageant? Innocent.

Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Innocent?

Had communication with an ex? Guilty.

Got totally drunk on the night before an exam? Innocent.

Got so angry that you cried? Guilty.