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If you don’t get that joke you have missed seeing a very important film.

Oh the highs and lows of a new computer.

High: I’m here posting this because I have a new MacBook Pro after the untimely demise of a lovely MacBook who gave me 4 good years. I LOVE this computer.

Low: All my files are locked in the mind of the previous computer (her name was Bianca and she will be missed) leaving me without most of my pictures, videos, other random files, all my passwords, bookmarks – the things a Mac handles for you so you don’t even know you don’t know them yourself – and the photo books I was making for So and Lo’s first birthday.

High: Those same exact files are backed up on an external hard drive in our office.

Low: After hours of trying to get said hard drive to communicate with my new MacBook Pro’s Lion OS we gave up and tried to go the long way around through J’s computer and another hard drive only to realize it doesn’t matter because the login and password for that hard drive is saved in the keychain OF MY OLD COMPUTER.

Thanks for keeping that information safe, Bianca. Next time maybe write it down before you decide to split.

And I have tried every combination I can think of. I have no memory of creating one and nothing is working. It was my Time Machine backup so it just did its thing daily without my help.

Sigh.

The long and short of it is I may have to pay to have the old files retrieved off my dead laptop. Unless the mystery login and password for the hard drive can be retrieved from the computer in my head. Which is running kind of slow these days.

Our friends’ baby boy recently turned one month old.

We were lucky enough to visit him at the hospital the night he was born and to watch him grow so much over this past month. It makes me feel old when I see myself becoming invested in kids and watching them grow over months and years. I understand more now (more…)

I’ll get back to the Olympics soon I promise but first, this little gem.

About a week ago I decided to make a homemade pizza, freeze it and reap the rewards at a later very convenient date. That date was last night. Or so I thought.

Turns out the casual approach I took to making, freezing and cooking said pizza has consequences. It all started with the fact that I could not find good instructions on freezing homemade pizza so I sort of patched some general concepts together and made up the rest. (more…)

Found a few fun games on the ctvolympics.ca site yesterday, including this: my hockey twins.

Based on our answers to a set of questions I am matched up with a Canadian mens, womens and sledge hockey player.

Turns out I like the same things as these people. (more…)

What’s piling up in our house says a lot about what makes us smile. (more…)

Check out this video John showed me. It’s a music video someone made using a ton of people and their webcams. Watch the whole thing, it just gets amazing, I don’t know how they coordinated it all.

Today was our third wedding anniversary. It was a pretty low-key day, I mean I remembered to say something to John when we got up this morning but then I forgot to tell anyone else until the afternoon. It’s a Tuesday so we didn’t have anything wild and crazy planned. We both agreed we are tired and have been going in and out of town all summer and what would make us most enjoy this day is to take the pressure of ourselves to celebrate in a any certain way.

I tried to buy a card for John but for some reason they were all just so bad this year. Heavy, velvet appliqué, five pages of poetry about how your husband/wife is the glue that holds the whole universe together and your only reason for living… and the whole thing ways more than my purse. None of them said “John” to me, that’s for sure.

I won’t get into it too much because I have neither the time now the memory to recall all the details but my card search resulted in some pretty funny suggestions by myself and a couple of my co-workers for something we liked to call “Biblically accurate Christian cards”. Many ideas were hatched, including “I will love you forever, unless there’s no marriage in heaven” or “I will stay with you through good times and bad, pre- and post-trib.” You get the idea.

I almost went for a Christian card in the bookstore at work that had a terribly mis-quoted verse from Song of Solomon about springs of water which could have at least gotten a laugh.

What I did end up doing was coming home and meeting John and our friends, who are visiting, for sushi at Sushi Garden. John showed up with a big bouquet of flowers and a card. Then we all got bubble tea and John and I came home and I did what I always do when he gets me flowers: take the bouquet apart and create a bunch of little flower arrangements. This is the way to go with store-bought bunches, break them up by types or colors and they will fill your house and look like you picked them all out individually. Currently I’m really into using glass milk bottles and mason jars to hold casual bunches of daisies and brown-eyed susans.

I’ll put pictures of the flowers up another time, today I’ll do what I’ve done before: I  like to surface some wedding photos each year that haven’t previously been on my blog or Facebook. Enjoy. And happy anniversary babe.

Click on the pictures to see them full-size.

The details of my dress…

My mom showing off the necklace my dad bought her for the wedding: it had the August stone in it to commemorate our wedding for her…

Our wedding rings and my “something blue”: my shoes…

Just us…

John brought me home a funny new book I had to share. It’s called Mortified: Real Words, Real Peolple, Real Pathetic. It’s part of a series of books that have come out of a live stage show.

Real people share entries from their journals, confessions from their diaries and excerpts from notes they passed during elementary, middle or high school. Then the adult version comments on the insane things they said as a youth. (the stuff they wrote and the language is pretty uncensored, be warned if you choose to pick up one of the books)

The site let’s you share your own mortifying stories too. I’m sure if I went though some old journals I could come up with something pretty good! I don’t have anything from when I was younger here at our place, though I bet my boxes of old notes holds some real gems!

I do have some journals from my first years of college though. I looked through them for something I would be willing to put out there for the world to read, but I think I need a few more years to pass! As boy crazy as I was then I think my entries would be best suited for Mortified: Love Is A Battlefield. Now that’s a good way to describe it.

This was a good book for me because I love human interest stories. They are real people and they had these views and opinions and experiences that were very real and legitimate to them at the time but as they look back they can see how skewed their perspective was. Amazing how much of the life and death stuff turned out to be a little less important, eh.

Would you share your mortifying childhood writings on a site like getmortified.com?

While we awaited the completion of The Office episode we were downloading, um, acquiring from our peers last night, John shared this blog with me. I know my posts have become more about other people’s lives than my own but just indulge me one more time and I promise to go back to writing more often.

I thought of my dear friend Claire who is an amazing cake maker when I saw this blog. Then I thought of a cake experience of my own that I want to submit to the site. My co-workers remember that fateful Team Building Day when our logo lost all its dignity on a background of chocolate icing. If any of you took a picture I think I’ve found the place for it.

Enjoy a good laugh with me, courtesy of Cake Wrecks, “when professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong”.

Thank you, digg.com, for introducing me to a new source of entertainment. passiveaggressivenotes.com has me laughing out loud at my laptop as we speak. You must see this for yourself.

The site is self-described as a blog of “painfully polite and hilariously hostile writings from shared spaces the world over”.

Just to get you started, check this out…

Or this hilariously awkward use of Facebook to be passive aggressive.

And finally, you really have to feel bad for this Graham guy…

Go to the site, there are so many more where these came from.