I married a Winnipeg Jet!

How was I to know that when Donovan asked me to marry him, that I wouldn't know everything there was to know about him? (how many times can I use the word "know" in one sentence?!) Isn't that what marriage is? The next step in a committed, loving relationship built on TRUST?

Well, that doesn't seem to be the case. (Really, it wouldn't have mattered, I married him because he's got a cute butt!)

According to the theory of the general public, because my husband owns, and proudly wears, a Winnipeg Jets jersey, he must in fact have been a hockey player in the legendary, now-defunct NHL team.

Certainly I am not a credible source - I myself do not make up the general public.

Oh no.

My belief in this theory is based on information I've gathered from a cross-section of this city's demographic.

How can I be so sure?

Simple.

Every time I go to the store, or any other public place, in my WestJet uniform* (*note: I run errands after work, it's not like I make a point of putting my uniform on before I go out anywhere!), I can't even begin to tell you how many times people would stop me and say, "Hey, you work for WestJet - do you like being a flight attendant?"

As you know, I, in fact, am NOT a flight attendant, nor have I ever been. No, I'm a lowly CSA, which means I do MORE work than a flight attendant and get half the pay.

But just because I'm wearing the uniform, people automatically assume I'm a flight attendant.

Could this theory hold water? Would that not mean, then, that every time Dono dons his Def Leppard shirt, people could misconstrue his simple love of the hair-band music for something bigger? They don't - but I would love to see the day when Dono's approached in the supermarket by some schlub asking him if he's a member of the band, simply because he's wearing the band shirt! Why is it that people don't assume he's an Ottawa Senator when he wears his official NHL Sens jersey out, but that I'm always tagged with the "She works for WestJet, so she's a flight attendant" stigma?

I just tell them, "Yeah, being a flight attendant is the BEST JOB in the world," and walk away.





FA, or CSA?










Currently playing: Tom Cochrane - Sinking Like a Sunset

Back from hiatus - it's BLOB time!

It's official - I've come out of hiding!

Sorry for the delay in updating this, you see, I'm a very busy gal. Not to confuse "busy" with "important" - I've just had lots of things to do, and unfortunately, blogging got bumped to the back burner.

One of the reasons I have neglected my piece of the cyber pie is this - Dono and I just came back last week from a refreshing, fun, and well-deserved holiday!

First we hit up Calgary (YYC, in airline terms) to visit our dear friends, and new parents, Danny and Lyndsay - and we were excited and thrilled to meet their baby girl Lilly!

Danny and Lyndsay are fantasmically wonderful people, terrific friends, and fabulous parents (if they trusted us with their little girl in our arms, that makes them aces in my books!) HA!


Here's a picture of Donovan enjoying a quick nap while Lilly screams (I'm trying my best to stay calm....."Lyndsay, I think she wants her mommy now!").











And here, Lilly's cries have awoken Donovan from his once-peaceful slumber, but she seems to have found solace in his ear-piercing cries. ("Lyndsay, I think he needs a diaper change!").



Danny and Lyndsay are gracious hosts, and a blast to be around - but our visit was short-lived, because after 2 days, we were off to Vancouver (YVR) to visit Uncle Walter and Hilde!

Unc picked us up from the airport in beautiful YVR, a city riddled with colour (it was a nice change from home, with the dead grass and empty flower beds), half an hour late due to traffic tie-ups (which was totally ok by Dono and myself - gave us plenty of time to play "What colour car does Unc drive? Is that him? Or is THAT him?!") and we all went out for a bite at the Flying Beaver while the jams died down. From that point on, we knew we were going to go home with sore cheeks and stomachs from lots of smiling and laughter!

You see, Unc and Hilde are a force to be reckoned with! This wild duo are non-stop crazy! From their cute bicker-sessions to their full-out off-the-wall-induced antics, ensued by belly-laughs, Unc and Hilde are always a pleasure to be around.

Unc, being the bighearted man that he is, went so far to be an accomodating host as to take me on a trip to Ikea - and he put up with me! We had a blast, walking through the maze of merchandise, and Unc even managed to catch a test snooze on a bed display!

Unc asked me when I was going to BLOB again (he says he enjoys reading my blog!), so here ya go, Unc! This one's for you!

So there you are, my reason for being a blog...errr, BLOB slacker! I'll do my best, now that things appear to be returning to normal, to keep this more up to date!

Currently playing: Rod Stewart - Downtown Train