Love in a Duplex

Last Tuesday’s episode of Glee (yes I’m starting out this blog by referring to Glee. To those non-Glee-fans, don’t worry – Glee is not the ultimate topic of this post. I’m merely using a storyline to draw a comparison), the episode revolved around the ridiculously speedily-planned and executed wedding of Kurt’s dad and Finn’s mom. It really made me think about how strange it would be if you found yourself in a similar situation. And then I realized how similar it is to what is happening next door.

Denis and I live in a basement apartment and to be honest, we don’t pay a lot of attention to what is going on the neighborhood. Our landlord is a somewhat nosy neighbor, but in the best way possible – he finds out what’s going on, but he’ll also do what he can to help you if you’re in a tough situation, give you a hand fixing your car, and he creates a detailed scavenger hunt for the kids at the annual neighborhood barbeque (that he hosts!). It was at this summer BBQ that this story really started to unfold.

We had noticed that there was a woman spending a lot of time with our next-door neighbor, Charlie (name changed to protect the innocent), over the summer. Charlie is a pretty quiet guy, living with his two teenagers in their modest duplex. Obviously we wondered if there was romance budding! Sure enough, they attended the summer BBQ as a couple – which is when we learned that she was the owner and occupant of the other side of Charlie’s duplex.

OK, this isn't actually a duplex...but you get the idea.

I was momentarily stunned.  The other side of the duplex? Neither of them were new to the neighborhood – they have both lived here for at least as long as we’ve been here – 3 years – how long had they slept on opposite sides of the same wall before meeting and realizing their connection?

Last week we spent some time with our landlord as he tried to convince us to buy a house across the street – keeping the neighborhood populated with the ‘right people’, as he says – and we learned that he bought Charlie’s half of the duplex. Charlie and his girlfriend are now Charlie and his fiance, and they’ve bought a house that is better suited to them and their 4 teenaged children. Her half has been sold to – get this – her ex-husband.

Stories like these make me realize that life is sometimes stranger than fiction!

Lessons from Dad

Having had grown up in a family with five daughters, we often heard the words “Your poor father!” In my youth, I never really understood what people meant by that – I had a house full of people and lots of love and toys and books, how could it get any better? Eventually, I kinda ‘got it’ -sure, Dad sometimes got overshadowed by the overbearing estrogen that radiated through our house, but I don’t think he ever felt sorry for himself. And even though him and my Mom had originally wanted a house full of boys (true story), in my biased opinion, I’m quite positive that he feels he feels he got a pretty good deal with us girls. I’ve learned a lot from my Dad over the years, and here is some wisdom from my Dad to share with you.

1.) ‘Loser’ is a swear word. My Dad would NOT permit use of this word in our house. He would look past a few eff bombs before he would let this one by. Maybe he was the original anti-bullying campaigner.

2.) Love is the most important possession. When us girls were just wee curly haired bleach blondes running around in our underwear, we lived in a trailer on our grandparents property. That means five rambunctious children and two adults living in a small trailer – can you say cramped? This was while my parents were preparing to buy our Farm, and I’m pretty sure we lived off of love at the time. To this day, my Dad says these were some of the best years of his life, and he would give anything to go back to then. We didn’t have much, but we had each other and that was the most important thing.

3.) If you can’t say anything nice then don’t say anything at all. I heard this so often during my childhood that I can actually hear my Dad’s voice saying this in my head when I write it down. I still try to live by this rule.

4.) Bribery works. When we were teenagers, Mom and Dad told us they would pay us each $500 when we turned 18 if we didn’t smoke. Let’s just say they are $2500 poorer and our lungs have a clean bill of health. Dad says that it was a waste of money because none of us would have been smokers anyways, but I think he just doesn’t know how often I have used that excuse in my younger days while turning down a cigarette…

5.) If you have a plugged up nose, sleep on the opposite side. When you wake up your nose will be drained and fresh as a daisy. This one is slightly random, but whenever I fall asleep with a stuffed nose I think of this and make sure I follow Dad’s advice. It works, trust.

People always comment on how terrified our boyfriends must have been to pick us up for dates, etc. In reality, our Dad was a little bit starved for conversations about sports, farming, etc. so when the boys did come get us they were usually greeted  by Dad who would subject force encourage them to sit down and talk to him – maybe this was his pre-screening.. Really, he’s harmless – it was our mother, ‘The Dragon Lady’, who the boys were afraid of (there were threats of castration involved…). Then there was that time Micaela got picked up for a date on a motorcycle. Oooh, that was a funny night in the Blonde household.

So thanks Dad for many years of love and lessons, here’s to many, many more to come.

We love you very much.

A new house and a new job

For the last three months, Tim and I have been living at my Aunt’s place in Toronto (thank you, Yaya!), but the time has come for us to get a place of our own – kinda. Last week, we moved to an apartment in a more central Toronto location and we now have a roommate as well. The roomie has been Tim’s best friend since kindergarten, and was also a roommate of his in University. He’s a great guy, and you couldn’t meet a guy who was more chilled out than him. It’s a change of pace, and has been great so far. A little bit of me loves it because it’s very ‘How I Met Your Mother’ of us to be living together (I’m obsessed, it’s a problem). I love our apartment, it’s a big old house that has been renovated into apartments and it’s gorgeous. I tend to gravitate towards newly renovated older homes/condo buildings, which I equate to our house at the Farm – I loved that it’s an old, old farmhouse but has been completely renovated inside.

And, the job. It’s been a long, long, long three months being back in Ontario and still not having a job. I’m looking hard for a job in my field and in the meantime I am volunteering at a seniors addictions clinic downtown. Last week I handed out a bunch of resumes for a seasonal position and ended up getting a job (the same day) at a major Canadian retailer – for fear of getting dooced, I’m not going to tell you which one, but I will say that it rhymes with ‘Boots’. So I’ll start there this week, and will continue to find a full-time position as well. Since Tim and I have dedicated this year to money-saving and debt repayment and all that jazz, I’ll probably continue to work part-time even after I get a full time position. I’m trying hard to get a job at a popular sports bar to start making some real cashola, and I have some serious plans for that goal. It involves a video resume, just sayin’. For now, I’m happy with a job that allows me to wear leggings to work. I’ll be working as much as I can, so come on by and I’ll help you pick out your Christmas gifts!

some good things…

I had an annoyed day yesterday, so here are some good things going on!
  • On Tuesday I went to the Ottawa Gymnastics Centre with some girls from my team to work on our cheerleading stunts.  I got hit in the nose and it started bleeding. It hurts, but it makes me look tough! I guess this isn’t really a good thing, but we did get the stunt to stick. :)
  • This past weekend I went home and it was AWESOME!  I did a bit of everything I love doing when I go home- hanging out with family, playing with Hails, going out and spending time with friends, and playing with the kittens!  Being at home makes me so happy, but I love coming back to school and cheerleading.
  • I was super sick last week, pretty much until Sunday.  I had to leave church on Sunday morning because I couldn’t breath.  But starting Monday I felt amazing!  Good thing, because I had to make the 6 hour drive back to Ottawa.  Since getting hit in the nose I haven’t been able to blow my nose though, and it’s making this getting better thing not work at all.
  • I found this video on facebook.  Some students at Carleton made a video for the project ‘It Gets Better’ and it’s posted on the site.
  • This video and this blog.  I would like Coco Rocha’s life and wedding please.
  • Becoming better friends with the new girls on the team. I love them all already!
  • This picture:

Hailey looking around me to see where Kate went

  • And this picture:
  • Getting to cheer at the Ravens home tonight!  The theme is Carnival, and there are going to be buskers and everything.
  • For the next month I have plans/people visiting for every weekend :) Tonight,  my friend Owen is visiting, next weekend, the Aunts, Kate and Hailey are coming, the weekend after that I’m going home to pick up the van for the competitions, the weekend after that I have a competition in Montreal, and the week after that I have Nationals in Brampton!

I’m going to be posting 2 posts on my days, since I’m doing the themed photo posts, so stay tuned for my next post tonight!

Catching Some Zzzzz's

Last night I got home from cheerleading practice at about 11:40.  For 20 minutes I got ready for bed, cleaned my room and such, then at 12:00 I had to force myself to take a shower.  After that 10 minute shower, I watched How I Met Your Mother for about half an hour. That brings us to 12:40.  I then tried to sleep for about 20 minutes, decided it was useless, and went back to the computer for about an hour and a half (watching Gossip Girl).  At 2:30am I decided to try the sleep thing again.  Lately though, while my body is totally zonked out, my mind is just racing, and I can’t get to sleep, no matter how much I try to lay there and shut it down.  My mind totally wanders when I am trying to sleep, and I find myself making up these elaborate stories in my head, only to finish the story and realize “HELLO?! It’s 20 minutes later and you’re STILL awake!”.  Last night I remember seeing the clock at 3:45am.  I think it may have been about 4ish when I finally got to sleep, thus sleeping through my alarm (well, turning off the THREE I have to set for myself), and missing my first class of the year.  Boourns to me.  I woke up at 9:54am, and my class starts at 10:05am. Not happening.  Luckily a friend of mine is in this class.  I never take naps during the day, so I should be tired, but my mind is totally  rebellious.

Does anyone have any advice for me about how to fall asleep better/easier?

Ps. Check out this song. New favourite. The Finish Line -Train

Park(ing) Day

Today Hailey and I (along with Laura & Harry) participated in Park(ing) Day in London.

Various groups participated by paying for a meter space for 2 hours and turned it into a friendly spot. We visited a drum circle, made a little film while dressed up, played frisbee golf (Laura’s new calling), hung out on ‘fatboy‘ bags and discussed visions for London, saw a museam and got a playmobile toy, played lego, sat and pulled up grass, learned tap dancing and visited a ‘Parc de Papillon.’  It was a great free outing in London. One that I think both Hailey and I enjoyed.

Parking Day

Parking Day 2

Also I must mention my new found love for photo collages.  I got this layout for free on mcp actions.  I also expressed my love for this on my photo blog, which some people may not have known I have.  Check it out! kateblonde

Keeping it in the family.

Alternatively titled: That time I almost accidentally dated my cousin.

Halfway through my second year of University, I started dating my boyfriend. We were that annoying couple that dropped everything else in their lives to spend everypossiblesecond together. We had a lot in common as we were both Dutch, Catholic pig farmers from Southwestern Ontario with big, Dutch families. Don’t worry, we had other things in common too, but for the purpose of this story the other stuff is not important.

As we were getting to know each other we started talking about our families. Somehow, a specific family came up in conversation – let’s call them the DeCalms. As he talked, I realized I knew the family he was elaborating on. I blurted out – “Wait, are you talking about the DeCalms as in M&J DeCalm?? Because I think they’re my second cousins or something.” Tim just stared at me with a face that was starting to get a little red and sweaty and informed me that the DeCalms were also his second cousins.

Insert awkward silence here as we put two and two together.

“Uhh, this is weird. Are we related?” I awkwardly asked him. You see, when you come from families like ours – big and Dutch and very friendly – you kind of just assume that if someone is also Dutch and they hang out with your family all the time and you’ve known them forever that they are somehow related to you. I’d known the DeCalms forever and they were Dutch (and awesome) and  they were close with many members of my family. Alas, I assumed they were some sort of cousins of my parents.

I quickly called my Dad to get this whole incestuous issue sorted out. To my relief, it turns out that the DeCalms used to work for my grandparents and had just remained close with our family AND WERE NOT AT ALL RELATED. “Why do you want to know?” my Dad asked. “NO REASON, no reason at all.” I hastily replied, not yet ready to announce this embarrassing misunderstanding to the world. Tim and I sighed big sighs of relief and laughed at each other and tried not to think about the possible genetically freaky babies we could have had someday.

(Props for the title idea given to the awesome Calgarian @Darlinglilred.)

Daytripping

On Sunday Erica, Denis and my little family went to Toronto to see the Blue Jays play. It was Hailey’s first time to the Rogers Centre and her first time being that far away from home for a long period of time (we don’t get out much).  The Jays won (I like to think it’s because we were there), and Hailey did wonderfully. We brought the carrier which was handy- I walked her to sleep for one nap and we brought toys and mum mums to keep her entertained.  We were lucky that there were not many people around us in our section so we could spread out and let Hailey have her own seat.

My very own seat!

After the game we met up with my friend Jenn from university (she’s a wrestler- photos and video to come soon!) and met with Leah & Tim. We had a nice dinner and lots of chatting to catch up with one another.

Here are some photos from our fun day.

Family

Checking out the view from 232

First wave experience
{Her first wave experience- aunt Erica was too busy watching Hailey and forgot to waveeee}

2 Blue Jays fans

E, D & H
{Hailey was making me crack up so much when I took this photo. She just looked so cute and happy!}

Jenn & Hailey
{Jenn meeting Hailey}

Lee&Tim

Leah with the sun

Leah

Sisters and their boys
{The group, also my new favourite photo.}

When Caller ID Drives Me Crazy: A Question of Etiquette

I’m pretty sure the only people left in this world without caller ID are my parents. So Mom and Dad, you can ignore this question. But for the rest of you living in the 21st century, I have a question.

Is it acceptable etiquette in this day and age to return missed calls from unknown numbers asking if someone called them from that number?

In my not very humble opinion, I consider it rude and class-less. I am always appalled at the Retirement Home when I answer the phone to hear “Did you just call me?” I always tell them that if someone wants to get a hold of them they will call back thankyouverymuch and hang up on them. I mean, I’m always kind and nice and all that jazz, but what I really want to do is tell that person to get over and bleepity-bleep themselves. 

If you feel the absolute NEED to find out who just called you, try doing it with a little bit of class: “Hello, this is ______ ________ at (555) 555-5555, I recently missed a call from this number and was wondering if someone needed to get a hold of me.”

Perhaps it won’t make the person on the other end of the conversation wanting to shout expletives at you.  Trust me, if someone wants to get a hold of you, they will.

/end rant.

(But on the other hand, maybe this is actually acceptable behaviour and I am just old and crotchety. Thoughts?)

Hup Holland Hup

Guess you don’t need to guess who we are cheering for today!

Hailey and daddy

Hup Holland Hup!

Sucker puncher Hailey