Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The 2006 New Years Resolution Generator

In the year 2006 I resolve to:
Make as many people hate me as I possibly can.

Get your resolution here

Along with many of the parents on our hockey team, I'm off to a rip-roaring start.

But seriously, my real new year's resolution is not to eat anymore oranges.

Gift tag fun

The boys got a kick out of these on their gifts on Christmas morning.

Here is Kira at Campbell's "Wild" Christmas party. She was not impressed with Santa, but happily accepted the bag of candy he gave her.

Here she is hanging out with her boyfriend. They are hilarious together. The other day, he was sick and wanted to be cuddled by his mommy. Kira didn't know why he was being picked up and cuddled, but she threw herself down on the floor and cried, "I fall down, pick me up too." Actress-in-training

Monday, January 02, 2006

A sad farewell to Uncle $andy

"Glenn Murray 'Sandy' McTavish, 83, of Shakespeare passed away in the Maples Home for Seniors, Tavistock on Saturday, December 31, 2005. He was born in North Easthope Township, Perth County on April 8, 1922, a son of the late Joseph and Jean (Taylor) McTavish. Sandy served as a pilot in the R.C.A.F. during World War II; he had been a salesperson for Rolland Paper; was a member of the Shakespeare Optimist Club; a member of the Exeter Memorial Branch #167 Royal Canadian Legion and the Stratford Saturday Noon Hour Club. He is survived by one brother, Grant McTavish of Mareeba, Queensland, Australia; two sisters-in-law, Lillian McTavish of Stratford, Dora McTavish of Exeter; several nieces and nephews and special friends, the Oldershaw family of Toronto. He will be expecially missed by Murray McTavish whose daily visit enabled him to remain independent. He was pre-deceased by two brothers, Donald McTavish and Gordon McTavish; his sister and brother-in-law, Isabel and Harry Darrel."

Uncle $andy was a wonderful man. He was a dear friend to my grandmother and grandfather and was considered part of our family. I think I was about 12 before I figured out that he wasn't actually a blood relative. For about 30 years, he welcomed my whole family to his farm every Thanksgiving weekend, and many of my childhood memories are of times spent there amongst his antiques playing kick the football in the tree, cards and sitting by the fire. His passion for old houses and antiques is probably what gave me the desire to buy our old house. I am sad that I didn't get to see him at my Aunt's house on Christmas day. I will remember his warm smile with fondness.