Hit by a bout of Allergenza, it is a wonder I've faired this well so far. Scorned by onlookers I can only hope my daily doses of Nasonex, multi-vits and caffeine, mixed in with some pre-11 pm shut-eye see to the quick demise of this infernal non-contagious flu! Let's hope there is no need to call on the twin titans, Advair and Aerius, recommended by 9 out of 10 doctors. Who these doctors are and why those ten only the pharmaceuticals can say.
If anybody out there is suffering from Allergenza take heart, you are not alone!
- Posted using BlogPress from my LaiPad
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Tobogganing in Canada
A toboggan is a simple sled which is a traditional form of transport used by the Innu and Cree of northern Canada. In modern times, it is used on snow to carry one or more people (often children) down a hill or other slope for recreation. Designs vary from simple, traditional models to modern engineered composites. A toboggan differs from most sleds or sleighs in that it has no runners or skis (or only low ones) on the underside. The bottom of a toboggan rides directly on the snow.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Monday, September 06, 2010
Arthur C Clarke Predicting the Future in 1964
Sir Arthur Charles Clarke, CBE, FRAS (16 December 1917 – 19 March 2008) was a British science fiction author, inventor, and futurist, most famous for the novel 2001: A Space Odyssey, written in parallel of the script for the eponymous film, co-written with film-director Stanley Kubrick; and as a host and commentator in the British television series Mysterious World. For many years, Robert A. Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and Arthur C. Clarke were known as the "Big Three" of science fiction.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Happy Anniversary!
Today is our 8th wedding anniversary, and what better way to celebrate than lunch with the kids at Jack Astor`s (our favorite family friendly hang out); a surprisingly smooth and pleasant outing. Thanks kids!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Priceless Birthday Present...
... nobody crying, no funny faces (except maybe mine), and all eyes on the camera!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Meaning of Names
Jessica Adeline Mei-Ying Lai
Jessica (Hebrew = God Beholds)
Adeline (Germanic = Noble)
Mei-Ying (Chinese = Intelligent Beauty)
Lucas Joseph Jun-Chong Lai
Lucas (Hebrew = Light)
Joseph (Hebrew = May Jehovah Increase)
Jun-Chong (Chinese = Handsome, Clever and Morally Strong)
Kaitlyn Perelandra Mei-Yi Lai
Kaitlyn (Gaelic = Pure)
Perelandra (English = Original Love)
Mei-Yi (Chinese = Beautiful and Elegant Phoenix)
Origin of Lai è³´
The 98th most common last name in China. The brother of Zhou Wu Wang, Shu Ying, was awarded the duke of Lai (north east of Shi in Henan). In 538 B.C., the Lai kingdom was destroyed by Chu Ling Wang. Some of its people fled to the neighboring kingdoms of Luo and Fu and changed their name to Luo and Fu. Others migrated north and settled in Da Yan (Yanling in Henan). They adopted the last name of Lai to commemorate their old kingdom. Because of this, the Lais, the Fus and the Luos are closely related.
Hometown: Zhangge or Xuchang of Henan Province
Famous Lai's in History
Han Dynasty- Lai Xian (judge)
Song Dynasty- Lai Wenjin (geologist)
Yuan Dynasty- Lai Liang (poet)
Ming Dynasty- Lai Ying (judge)
Qing Dynasty- Lai Zhen, Lai Jin (painters), Lai Ta (general)
(Source: http://www.yutopian.com/names/16/16lai98.html)
Jessica (Hebrew = God Beholds)
Adeline (Germanic = Noble)
Mei-Ying (Chinese = Intelligent Beauty)
Lucas (Hebrew = Light)
Jun-Chong (Chinese = Handsome, Clever and Morally Strong)
Perelandra (English = Original Love)
Mei-Yi (Chinese = Beautiful and Elegant Phoenix)
Origin of Lai è³´
The 98th most common last name in China. The brother of Zhou Wu Wang, Shu Ying, was awarded the duke of Lai (north east of Shi in Henan). In 538 B.C., the Lai kingdom was destroyed by Chu Ling Wang. Some of its people fled to the neighboring kingdoms of Luo and Fu and changed their name to Luo and Fu. Others migrated north and settled in Da Yan (Yanling in Henan). They adopted the last name of Lai to commemorate their old kingdom. Because of this, the Lais, the Fus and the Luos are closely related.
Hometown: Zhangge or Xuchang of Henan Province
Famous Lai's in History
Han Dynasty- Lai Xian (judge)
Song Dynasty- Lai Wenjin (geologist)
Yuan Dynasty- Lai Liang (poet)
Ming Dynasty- Lai Ying (judge)
Qing Dynasty- Lai Zhen, Lai Jin (painters), Lai Ta (general)
(Source: http://www.yutopian.com/names/16/16lai98.html)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Kaitlyn Perelandra Mei-Yi Lai (5 lbs, 15 ozs)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Lucas Loves Ramen
"because i havent made myself lunch not yet
but no reason to fret
i know what i will make
it will be great
o how i love this
sometimes i eat and say o dude
its even better then cake
this food is no fake
it is the food that i like to eat
but it needs to be cooked under much heat
this food is something you might not expect i dont know
but i think it is time to show
the great food i love RAMEN!"
I Love Ramen by David Knox
but no reason to fret
i know what i will make
it will be great
o how i love this
sometimes i eat and say o dude
its even better then cake
this food is no fake
it is the food that i like to eat
but it needs to be cooked under much heat
this food is something you might not expect i dont know
but i think it is time to show
the great food i love RAMEN!"
I Love Ramen by David Knox
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Our Little Fish
Jessica, Preschool E, and Lucas, Preschool B.
(Lifesaving Society Preschool Swimming Lessons)
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
C. M. Kornbluth, The Little Black Bag
Addiction
"The amber bottle, the crisp snap of the sealing as he cut it, the pleasurable exertion of starting the screw cap on its threads, and then the refreshing tangs in his throat, the warmth in his stomach, the dark, dull happy oblivion of drunkenness - they became real to him... - he struggled to his right knee. As he did, he heard a yelp behind him, and curiously craned his neck around while resting. It was the little girl, who had cut her hand quite badly on her toy, the piece of glass. Dr. Full could see the rilling bright blood down her coat, pooling at her feet.
He almost felt inclined to defer the image of the amber bottle for her, but not seriously. He knew that it was there, shoved well to the rear under the sink, behind the rusty drain where he had hidden it. He would have a drink and then magnanimously return to help the child. Dr. Full got to his other knee and then his feet, and proceeded at a rapid totter down the littered alley toward his room, where he would hunt with calm optimism at first for the bottle that was not there, then with anxiety, and then with frantic violence. He would hurl books and dishes about before he was done looking for the amber bottle of whiskey, and finally would beat his swollen knuckles against the brick wall until old scars on them opened and his thick old blood oozed over his hands. Last of all, he would sit down somewhere on the floor whimpering, and would plunge into the abyss of purgative nightmare that was his sleep."
"The amber bottle, the crisp snap of the sealing as he cut it, the pleasurable exertion of starting the screw cap on its threads, and then the refreshing tangs in his throat, the warmth in his stomach, the dark, dull happy oblivion of drunkenness - they became real to him... - he struggled to his right knee. As he did, he heard a yelp behind him, and curiously craned his neck around while resting. It was the little girl, who had cut her hand quite badly on her toy, the piece of glass. Dr. Full could see the rilling bright blood down her coat, pooling at her feet.
He almost felt inclined to defer the image of the amber bottle for her, but not seriously. He knew that it was there, shoved well to the rear under the sink, behind the rusty drain where he had hidden it. He would have a drink and then magnanimously return to help the child. Dr. Full got to his other knee and then his feet, and proceeded at a rapid totter down the littered alley toward his room, where he would hunt with calm optimism at first for the bottle that was not there, then with anxiety, and then with frantic violence. He would hurl books and dishes about before he was done looking for the amber bottle of whiskey, and finally would beat his swollen knuckles against the brick wall until old scars on them opened and his thick old blood oozed over his hands. Last of all, he would sit down somewhere on the floor whimpering, and would plunge into the abyss of purgative nightmare that was his sleep."
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Fredric Brown, Arena
Evolution of a God
"I am the end of evolution of a race so old time can not be expressed in words that have meaning to your mind. A race fused into a single entity, eternal - [a]n entity such as your primitive race might become..."
"I am the end of evolution of a race so old time can not be expressed in words that have meaning to your mind. A race fused into a single entity, eternal - [a]n entity such as your primitive race might become..."
Monday, November 02, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Isaac Asimov, Nightfall
The Moment of Madness
"Theremon staggered to his feet, his throat constricting him to breathlessness, all the muscles of his body writhing in a tensity of terror and sheer fear beyond bearing. He was going mad, and knew it, and somewhere deep inside a bit of sanity was screaming, struggling to fight off the hopeless flood of black terror. It was horrible to go mad and know that you were going mad - to know that in a little minute you would be here physically and yet all the real essence would be dead and drowned in the black madness. For this was the Dark - the Dark and the Cold and the Doom. The bright walls of the universe were shattered and their awful black fragments were falling down to crush and squeeze and obliterate him."
"Theremon staggered to his feet, his throat constricting him to breathlessness, all the muscles of his body writhing in a tensity of terror and sheer fear beyond bearing. He was going mad, and knew it, and somewhere deep inside a bit of sanity was screaming, struggling to fight off the hopeless flood of black terror. It was horrible to go mad and know that you were going mad - to know that in a little minute you would be here physically and yet all the real essence would be dead and drowned in the black madness. For this was the Dark - the Dark and the Cold and the Doom. The bright walls of the universe were shattered and their awful black fragments were falling down to crush and squeeze and obliterate him."
Friday, September 25, 2009
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
The Moment of Joy
"... we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment."
"... we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment."
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Fish Market Restaurant
A great family restaurant = kids menu + crayons + colouring pictures + waitresses who take great family photos!
BeaverTails =P~
The Supreme Banana-Chocolate BeaverTail
The Classic Cinnamon and Sugar BeaverTail (also in Killaloe Sunrise)
On our first day in Ottawa (at the Byward Market), we tracked down and devoured two BeaverTails. The fact they merely laid there without defenses of any kind made them easy targets for hungry travellers. Quickly having developed a taste for these indigenous pastries we finished off another three the night before our long journey back to Toronto, where a close cousin of the BeaverTail resides, the Funnel Cake.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Lucas' Clavicle Injury
The clavicle, or collar bone, holds the shoulder joint away from the rest of the upper body (trunk) and is only as thick as your little finger.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Le Roquet
Having grown a watermelon-sized head, I decided to give my Le Roquet cap (incidentally purchased at Quartier Petit Champlain in Old Quebec City) to Lucas, whose squash-sized head is indubitably kinder to, and better looking in, the cap.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Samples at Costco
Here is a picture I snapped with my Nokia n95 at Costco. I love this picture! Samples anyone?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)