Further to an earlier blog..

ok, if you couldn't zoom in.

The Cake... is really... a cardboard box, wrapped in brown paper, with tulle for layering... the top is a naked woman and a little pig on a scooter.... but from a far... it looks like a wedding cake. Those Boudreau girls... crafty little ladies.

Also, enjoy a close up of my mom... showing my dad who is boss.. and he got the message loud and clear...

How much fun. My dad was leaving in 3 days for Korea and my Grandmother Boudreau prayed non-stop for him not to go....

Alas... the power of prayer prevailed. He didn't go...

Apparently, in 1953, when the Canadians were dragged into the Korean war, they were only taking single men. Dad was recruited as a single man, but in the heat of romance, he proposed to his lovely girlfriend, not knowing these rules. After the wedding, he was put into quarantine for 3 days, before going on ship. Which was routine back then. While in internment, it was rumored he married a "hot" french girl, and when he admitted proudly that he did, he was delivered the bad news. He never forgave my Grandmother.. as he was totally excited, like any young man would be, about going to "war". Both he and my mom were mentally prepared for the separation, and the extra money this would bring in. Imagine..

My Mom and Dad....

would have been married 53 years today. Please enjoy the following picture. This is my mom and dad's little wedding reception. They were married in a hurry because of the Korea War, and my dad was getting shipped out. My parents didn't have much money but they had my mom's family who were all around. They were married in a big church in Quebec City and one of my mom's sisters had a boyfriend at the time who was a Photographer. Therefore, I have some amazing pictures of their wedding. This one is one of my favorites. Look closely....

My Dad is pretending to drink a big bottle of liquor (as my mom used to call any alcoholic drink) and mom has a nice BIG knife at his throat....

That is just so funny and my mom and dad always used to horse around like this. Here's another funny thing.... have a good look at the wedding cake. Can you see what it is made of.... and what is on the top! Zoom in if you can... and enjoy the old fashion pop bottles too.

When you have 4 days to plan a wedding..you do what you can

Saturdays are my favorite day of the week...

Wanna know why. I get the most stuff done.. or I get nothing done. Saturday's are just those kind of days. And either result is good with me, as long as its a Saturday.
So this Saturday... started at 1:00am this morning. The phone rings! Now, that is a heart stopping event all in its self. Anyone who is a parent out there... well, I don't even have to explain what runs through your mind when the phone rings at 1:00 in the morning. I raced out of bed and ran to the phone in the kitchen... ignoring the one in the bedroom...ok, its the middle of the night to me. Nova Alarms... whew... the alarm was sounding at the school in the cafeteria. I am third on the list of important people to call so number one and # 2 on the list, were not home and slept through the call. damn! So..... off I trot in my bed hair and dirty clothes off the bedroom floor. 1:15am... I am sitting in -11 weather, in the parking lot of the school, my lights shining on the cafeteria windows............1:20am... still shining my lights, waiting for the burglars who are suppose to be in there eating all that healthy food of Libbys and Lindas' (cause I am sure they don't know where Linda hid the chocolate chip cookies). ........1:24pm....feels like forever but the RCMP show up and off we trot into the school. I disarm the alarm and let the brave police enter the crime scene. The door to the eating part of the cafeteria was unlocked!!!!! That is not normal.. But that was the only crime this evening. Nothing... No wet footprints from the snow outside, nothing moved, nothing tampered with...not even a paper snowflake on the floor. Well, that's what I figured happened to set off the motion detector. But, nothing. The RCMP wander around a bit, and then we head into the office to call the alarm company and we chat about the possibility of mice.... yes, mice... and they take all my information....including my birthday. (How sweet, eh?) Our office betta fish are very excited that I have come all the way into the school in the middle of the night to see them, and therefore I couldn't disappoint them.... they were treated to a yummy sprinkle of fish food and some honest to goodness "baby talk"... you know... "hi my little fishies... how are you... my brave little men"
A quick good bye to my brave police of the night, and off I drove home at 2:10am....wondering where the other two people were that are ahead of me on the alarm list!!

The rest of my Saturday was less exciting but very productive. Let me share.... since January the PURGE bug had invaded my body and I began throwing out, or stashing all the junk, useless knick knacks, the unused kitchen appliances, etc from my house. I chose the bedroom downstairs that has become Scott's room to store it all in until I could sort and decide what to do. That has been my Saturday routine for the past 5 Saturdays... Pick a room... Purge. Laundry room (that has a twelve foot shelving unit that is perfect for stashing useless stuff for the past 5 years), then my craft room, then dad's closet where I had 18 boxes of my mom's treasures packed in boxes by me about 6 years ago, then the Xmas decorations, the linen closets, and finally, the rec room that Michelle turned into a poster/sign filled and junkily decorated room. In this picture, as you can see, its a cute one of Mick, but what I want you to see is the walls and ledges. That is what the rec room looked like until this afternoon. I wish I had taken a picture of it, with no less than 25 boxes piled all over the room, the bed full of knick knacks,Xmas decorations, breadmaker, bread box, etc...

After an entire Saturday afternoon of cleaning and organizing, its all gone... all of it. I have saved all the posters and the bottle collection... but it is now a bedroom. With a TV, a computer table for someone to work at, a nice chair to sit in and of course all the vintage movies and "Atari" equipment you could ever want. Boxes are boxes, labeled and stored away for spring to give to anyone who is having a yard sale... Room is dusted, vacuumed, and washed... yippee....

A yummy stuffed roast pork for supper, a curling game on TV, laundry done...almost...and a blog.

Stayed tuned for pictures of the new room (Scott's room) once the bed is made and grampa's scooter is gone from the room.

So.... that is Saturday. Just a really fun day... don't ya think.

Don't believe them when they tell you its easy!!

Scrapbooking. Its hard. Its hard to be creative. I can't even steal other peoples ideas easily. I just don't visualize... ugh.


I am a GREAT aunt of 5. My sister has 5 grandchildren. 3 of which are 5 year old triplets. Born Feb 5 (yesterday), 2002. They start school this September. When they were born, actually, before they were born....over 5 years ago... I offered to scrapbook their first year. Can you imagine how fun that would be.... and it was. ........At first.

But then I got busy... had my first daughter graduating from high school and took on a grad book project for her.... then summer, then September in a school... then Xmas... and so on and so on... second daughter graduates... another big project, then a heritage book for my sister... then a good bye gift for an old friend... oh, the projects kept popping up and bumping back the little miracle babies. Until..... the fun album became an "albatross". Worse.... it became an embarrassment (that I hadn't got it finished) and created....SCRAPPER's BLOCK.

With the help of Jill MacD, I got a nice portion of the book "half" done... you know, the basics planned out, and cropped and stacked. That was at least 2 years ago. Now, thanks to Debbie I am getting a bit done every week. But its lost its fun... for heaven's sake... the kids are 5... oh.... How to turn scrapbooking fun into scrapbooking
stress. This is the 5 grandchildren this past summer. All

have a corn on the cob picnic at the cottage. Can you believe it... Who wouldn't want to scrap them.
So here I sit. Trying to scrap. Two days in a row. So what am I doing... Blogging. ugh.
I am finished the hardest and most important part of the book, actually. That is a relieve. I am finished the first 10 pages with all the important stuff.... the pregnancy... the arrival.. the ultra sounds.. the baby showers... the room.... the grandparents... the first pictures... when they are minutes old and just 2lbs each...


Also, I have about 10 pages done when they are home and healthy... fat and funny.


So.... now I am starting the middle stuff... the 2 months in hospital... getting strong and changing their looks every picture that is taken. I have scanned their little knitting hats and have printed them and they are sweet. They are the exact size of the real hats... they are cute out and ready to use. I have about 30 pictures of the babies in the incubators. Some sleeping.. some peeking out of blankets...some of them bright and colorful and others are bundles of arms, legs, wires and blankets. I sort of have them sorted... by date.... and by baby. But I think I may not sort by baby because I can't be sure who is who....



Like this amazing picture of two of the babies in one bed. Mitchell was lonesome. Imagine, he just couldn't settle. So they put the littlest one in with him, Little Grace. It settled him down alright.. but they couldn't share the bed for long because Grace, although she was the smallest, she was the most active, and therefore created havoc on the wires and monitors that kept them both healthy. How sweet!!!

So... thats what is going on here. I am trying to be creative... for several reasons. I want to get it finished before the kids graduate from high school and also because its such a fun topic.... and they are so sweet.
ok... I have procrastinated enough... time to scrap.

Grey's Update

Well, finally a show that wasn't deep, dark and teary. Yeah for George and Cally but you could have knocked me over with that announcement!! Poor ole Meridith, her mom is nasty. I thought the end was so cute, when Christine and Burke have the little power battle over ring vs surgery!!! and then the yipee hug... so cute, so uncharacteristic of those two.

Not much to blog about this week, really. Busy week, work as usual. Dentist, Dads Doctors appt, my doc appt, and then work, work work.. The school is bitter cold this week and that is the highlight of the week (except the pending full moon). Evenings were a little more exciting. Monday was first scrapping night since Xmas with Debbie. We are trying to start our Monday ritual of scrapping, since we both have projects hanging over our heads... Tuesday and Wednesday.... curling. Lost both nights, which really means I win a drink. Met an interesting woman on Tuesday night, who had taken a 6 month assignment here in Greenwood from Quebec as a nurse. She and her hubby are thinking of retiring here in the Valley, and so she has decided to spend 6 months here checking out the place. Her name is Marie-Helene, and I curled against her, as she was sparing for our opponents. I like her. She seems to have common sense, and sort of down to earth. She has kids our age, boys and girls, in university and High School. Lots in common. I hope she decides to stay around here.

Tonight... Grey's Anatomy.. popcorn and chocolate. But before that, normal housework, lunches, and snoozing on the couch. Tomorrow night... supper out with the Walkers, at the restaurant in Berwick.. Kellocks. (not sure on spelling)

Purse club this weekend, and a few sewing projects, and I have to plan my next page or two for scrapping.

That's it. Nothing exciting or creative like Jill's blogs, nothing intelligent and interesting like Stephanies. Just me...

I can share a cute picture of Mollie. She got a green stuffed thing for Xmas, and played with it til she was so tired she passed out. Of course, she was protecting her toy from Sampson, our temporary dog, whom we kept care of for Xmas.

Happy Birthday Papa Frank

Gotta love birthdays and old pictures. This is a 1957ish picture of Frank Peters (terry's dad, if you can't tell), when he first joined the military when he was just 17. He tells the story that he put weights in his pant legs because he wasn't going to meet the weight requirement to join the military.

Happy 67th Papa Frank.

Frank and Donna enjoying a chat, Michelle popping into the pic, Ottawa 2005.

Family anyone?

I thought everyone came from a big family. Really. I had only one brother and one sister. But my mom and dad had so many sisters and brothers, I just thought that everyone had as many aunts, uncles and cousins as I did.

Meet my mom's family THE BOUDREAUS (1941)

Honest. This is my grandparents and their 16 children. My mom, was 12 when this picture was taken. She is the 4 youngest. You can see her head is in between my grandparents heads, and behind my uncle Romay, the young boy in between my grandparents. My mom's older sister by 2 years (the next in line as far as siblings) was my Aunt Angeline, and she is the farthest girl on the left. She was extremely tall and my mom told the funniest stories about my Aunt Angeline. My mom (Aurore) was extremely jealous of Angeline, because she was older and got to do more, and also because she was so tall. Angeline was so tall, she didn't get many hand me downs, and alot of her things (Clothing) were bought new, or given from other families. My mom always had hand me downs. Grounds for jealousy, I guess. This family was extremely close, and to this day all keep in touch on a regular basis. Although there are only 5 sisters left.

Meet the Boudreaus (1976) Our only family reunion. Of all the family members, only my grandfather had passed away, and that was in 1958.

My mom is the second woman from the left, and my tall Aunt Angeline is next to her on her left.

So... that is 16 on my mom's side... now meet my Dad's family

The ADMONDS

Yes, another big family. There is one person missing from this picture. My uncle Leo because this picture was taken at his funeral. He died fairly young from cancer. This picture was in about 1950. My dad... is the center man, in the back row, sort of framed in the window. Sooo..... that is 11 aunts and uncles on my Dads' side.

In total, I had at one point 27 "blood" aunts/uncles. Every one of them were married, and most had at least 3 kids, with some on both sides having 6 to 7. That gives me over 200 first cousins and countless second cousins, when you add up both sides.

FAMILY ANYONE!!