I get to write about celebrities every single day. I can be snarky, snotty and sarcastic if I so choose (and alot of the time I am -sarcastic is my middle name). Most of the time it’s fun -however, when we have to write about a celebrity dying, it’s hard. It’s a weird line to walk. It’s our job to write the stories, especially if it’s a breaking news story. And yet, at the same time, it makes you feel guilty. Heath Ledger was a great actor and more importantly, he was a dad to a young daughter. I just keep picturing his ex having to explain to their 2-year-old that her daddy is gone.
If you have seen any of those creepy videos of Tom Cruise giving an interview, talking about Scientology, then you will love this. It made me laugh. Hard.
Who knew that taking my kids to meet Calgary Flames center Craig Conroy would be so exciting? My oldest and my youngest are big hockey fans and when my son mentioned last week that he wanted to go to the “meet and greet” with Conroy, I had no idea I’d be the one taking them.
We got to the show home (where it was being held) and listened for a bit to the radio show on Fan960, being done live. Even that thrilled my kids. Not so much me. I did take a tour of the show home just to kill time. Later on, we made our way down to the next home to wait for the hockey player that I really don’t know much about. My 7 year old daughter knows way more than I do about such things. I thought she was a princess? Princesses aren’t supposed to know about hockey and sport-ish stuff. Sheesh. And she also entered a contest for the “Junior Reporter” where the winner gets to interview players, gets free tickets, a jersey, goes to a practice and maybe gets to marry one of the players for all I know. Again, I’m pretty much in the dark about such things. Madison is convinced she’s going to win. She has as much of a shot as the next kid, but I’m sure there were lots of entries. Fingers crossed.
We waited about an hour and finally the moment of truth - Craig Conroy walks in. Holy. He was way hotter taller than I thought. All of a sudden I was wishing I knew more about him. Wait, I’m married. Oops. He is in my age range though. Not that that matters. Plus I’m sure I saw a wedding band on his finger. And again, I’m married. Did I mention I’m married. Yes.
I didn’t realize I would get so flustered. God. I didn’t even know what he really looked like before he walked in. He was so nice too. He smiled at each person that went up, signed everything that people asked him to sign, stood up for pictures if you asked, thanked you for coming and waiting in line. He really was a nice guy. And gosh, so hot tall. Just so tall. And his eyes are so blue. Very blue. Not that I was looking. I mostly just watched the wall. Am I babbling? I think I am. Anyway, it was fun seeing my kids so thrilled by it all and getting to meet a “star” in their eyes.
See that photo? Yup that one. It was taken this past summer at Calaway Park here in Calgary. One of my best friends and I bought season passes and took our kids several times during July and August.
While we wished we were in an air conditioned building happily slugged along, our kids ran ahead excitedly. I snapped some photos and the above picture in now featured at http://www.schmap.com HERE, which is kinda cool. So if you’re looking for a fun place to take your kids and have a giant bunny hug them, Calaway Park is the way to go. Yay baby!
Well the holidays are officially over. Kinda. My kids are still home until the 7th but the presents are put away and the tree is down and the snowmen in their boxes. I did all of that on December 26th. After having my tree up since November 17th, it was time.
I’m sure all of the parents out there that do the whole Santa routine, put out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk and may or may not put something out for the reindeer. This year, we had to do something slightly different after a pre-Christmas conversation I had with my seven year old daughter.
Mom, this year we are not putting out cookies for Santa.
Um, why not?
Well, because have you seen him? He’s fat. He doesn’t look healthy. I’m sorry Mom, but Santa Claus just does not need one more cookie. I will not contribute to his unhealthyness. Is that a word Mom?
Ah, well I’m still stuck on the fact that you used ‘contribute.’
I’m seven. I know that stuff.
Of course you do.
So? Can we leave Santa something else instead of the cookies?
Sure, what do you want to leave him?
He can have some fruit and those reindeer can have a carrot. They probably pig out too and there’s no need for that.
You’re probably right.
Yes I am.
I think you are.
Good, it’s settled then. Santa can have fruit. And water. He doesn’t need to fill up on milk either. Water is good for your body.
Yes. How did you get so smart?
Duh, I was born this way.
There you go, that’s my heartwarming Christmas story. Santa is fat. Happy 2008.
Oh, and by the way, thank you to anyone, whether you’re a friend or a stranger, who clicked my posts and helped me get to the bonus level for work. It’s a great way to start out the new year!
